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[queenofgone]

@beautiifulmxnds asked: [ text ] did you get home safe? // from edward!

CONTACT → Edward 📸

[text - sent]: Yeah I’m okay. Florida weather sure is bipolar --- one minute it was sunny and now it’s a huge downpour out of nowhere.

[text - sent]: Heard some trees fell not too far around my neighborhood but I made it more. Thank you for asking and checking up on me, :)

[text - sent]: What about you? Did you make it?

[rvbelhearts]

@beautiifulmxnds asked : “Ouch, that looks like it hurts.”

“Yeah? Well you should see the other guy!” She was joking, of course, but that joking around was simply a distraction from how bad she was actually hurting, because Gionna really had taken a bad hit to the back of her head that night, but at the same time, she didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, or have Luna worry. “It’s really not all that bad. Just a little sore. Chelsea just threw me into the turnbuckle a little too hard, but hey, it comes with the job, right? I’ll be fine. Promise. Especially now that I have you here.”

[batt1ecries]

Perhaps Kelly should've not said anything at all, she knew this wasn't going to end well. But she thought there were better ways of getting a title rematch, and didn't expect Kevin to do what he did. "You got what you wanted either way, right? You got your rematch." was softly muttered with sigh. She understood his frustration, but she didn't believe he went about it the right way by attacking everyone around him. Though she was going to wait for Kevin to say something before she let another word slip out.

Kevin rolled his eyes, and shook his head. She clearly didn't understand what his mission was and probably never would. Kelly, like everybody else seemed to be a Cody fan and it made him sick to his stomach. ❝ Yeah. I did. But I wouldn't even need a rematch had Cody and the referee didn't screw me at Saturday Night's Main Event. But Cody can't do no wrong to you guys, right? He is not the victim here; I am. ❞

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[batt1ecries]

@beautiifulmxnds sent: [ text ] what did you do? // jason @ dakota!

CONTACT → Jason

[text → sent]: nothing????? [text → sent]: why, did you get a gift basket on your front door? [text → sent]: if you did that wasn't me--- that was Zelina pranking people again!

[havocpersonified]

@beautiifulmxnds gets a Tiffy Time starter!

“Don’t think I forgot about that promise you made me….” Jason had his back turned towards her, so he couldn’t see the cute little smile she had on her face, as she walked up behind him, with her newly won title draped over her shoulder. What was this promise she spoke of? Oh nothing, but that promise that Jason would finally kiss her, if she finally cashed in before Wrestlemania. Jason being Jason, he was constantly joking around with her about the fact it was taking her forever to cash in her briefcase, but she made a little bet with him, knowing all along when exactly the cash in was going to happen, and she’d even upped the ante. The bet had been if she cashed in before the Rumble, Jason had to finally kiss her, but if she didn’t live up to her end of the deal, she had to go out on a date with him finally. Naturally, she’d won, so she was here to collect her winnings. “Don’t worry, I’ll still go out with you, like the gracious champion that I am!”

[havocpersonified]

you're quite handsome at this angle. // luna @ roman!

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” A small, yet playful roll of his eyes was tossed Luna’s way, before a small chuckle escaped Joe, because she knew very well why he was in the mood he was in; he absolutely hated having to be measured for his ring gear. Most people thought those cargo pants he wore during his matches were your typical, every day pants that one could probably pick up at Walmart or something, but no, no, no, his pants were custom made, and had been custom made by Luna for damn near five years now, so he should be used to this, seeing as how he got a new set made for every single match, but the one upside to this tedious task, was the fact Luna made it fun, with her cute ass self. A small sigh escaped him, as he glanced up at the ceiling, when Luna knelt down in front of him, with that measuring tape, so she could measure in between his legs, but he couldn’t resist messing with her a little bit. “You know what I think? I think you just like being in between my legs, woman. Why can’t you just use the same measurements we used for the last set? Uh huh, I’ve peeped your game.”

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[havocpersonified]

this was your master plan all along, wasn't it. // edward @ chelsea!

“To win a title, just so I can have a private photo sesh with you? You bet your ass it was! How else was I supposed to get you alone? You’re literally alwayssssssss busy!” Chelsea wasn’t exaggerating for one second when she said that either, because Edward was literally always booked and busy, and with Raw moving to Netflix soon, he was busier now more than ever, but despite her joking with him that she had to win a title, just to get a moment alone with him, that’s all it was, was a joke, because Edward made time for her whenever she wanted it, no questions asked.

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[havocpersonified]

what the hell were you thinking? // avery @ tiffy!

A small huff escaped the blonde, as she stared back at her reflection in the mirror, quickly glancing over her shoulder at Avery, who was staring back at her in said mirror, because she didn’t need Avery asking her questions right now, she needed help! For some dumb, no stupid, actually no, it was just a flat out crazy reason, Tiffany had felt like it was a good idea to try this new product on her face that morning, right before showtime, which was never a good idea, because apparently, she’d been allergic to something in her new face serum, which was why she currently looked like a big ass red tomato, and she was about five seconds away from throwing a Tiffy Tantrum. “Avery!! What am I going to do?! I can’t go to the ring looking like this!! HELP ME!!”

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