June 22 1998
The next week was very tiring but we got through it. 4 tag matches and 2 single matches, jeez. As me and Nattie go down the hall, a man bumped my right shoulder. "Sorry," I said looking at him but he just gave me a brooding look, like I have something on my face.what bit him in the ass today?
In those few moments, I took time to analyze his features. Strong face, dark eyes, long blond hair. He also had a trench coat on. Then the blonde walked away with a sighed and anger.
"Wow, he woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Nat told me, "tell me about it." I replied with light concern. "Who is he?"
"Well he's apparently a 'tortured soul' from Toronto and he's got big anger issues, and oh yeah hates people." Nat informed me. Well, no shit! Hey, Toronto, Canada. Well we come from Winnipeg but this guy is Canadian, doesn't seem like one though. Tortured soul from Toronto. Okay then.,, I'm gonna leave that alone.
Well, that's a weird encounter.
Me and Nat we were walking over to the food area. Nat spoke up "so that guy we just past by..." "oh yeah, 'the tortured soul from Toronto'" I said putting quotation marks with my hands. Nat laughed at my gesture. "Yeah but, don't you find him weird? I mean yeah I heard he went to the WWF training camp but he always seems pissed off about something." I looked at her while we walked. "Yeah well that's just how he is."
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Hanging on the Edge
Fiksi Penggemar"You are now my valet," "What!" To Alexa it is her dream come true, becoming a wwe diva alongside her best friend Nat. Nothing could be better but soon enough a mysterious loner choses her to become his valet. As time goes by she notices his strang...
