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     Injuries sucked and the worst part of professional wrestling was that they could occur at any time. Nattie was bummed that Pamela got hurt before her title match weeks prior to Sum/merslam and she hoped --- no, she knew that the other would come back stronger than ever. “I know you will, you’re one hell of a strong woman.” Accepting the invitation for a hug, Nat hugged the brunette with both her arms, smiling through the embrace. “You need to hurry up and get better so we could be champions together.”

Saraya shook her head, instantly realizing how big of a bitch she was being. Not only just to Tyson-- but everyone she’d come in contact with recently. It wasn’t their fault she was in this shitshow of a situation with her neck. The pale Brit was just frustrated with how everything in her life was going, and she was taking it out on those who cared about her. “No... don’t go... m’sorry.” She sighed. “Things just... haven’t been going my way recently. And I’m just taking it out on everyone. Sorry for bein’ such a bitch.”

A smile appeared on the hugger’s twin flesh, and she ran a hand through the hair that had yet to be swept up into her signature ponytail. “Yeah, goin’ around tripping people is more Ashley’s style.” Pam joked, biting her bottom lip. When the younger Hardy wished her a happy birthday, her smile grew even bigger. “Thank you, Jeff! Means a lot.”

Saraya had been dragged out of her hotel room the previous night by Jessie-- going out was honestly the last thing she wanted to do after another fruitless appointment at the performance center, she was convinced to come out for at least one drink. Truth be told, the pale Brit ended up feeling a whole hell of a lot better... especially after one glorious NXT superstar made his appearance. Saraya had always thought that Bobby was rather good looking, and after a flew glasses of wine she was inclined to tell him so. Fast forward a few hours (and shots) later, they were back in her hotel room and tearing each other’s clothes off-- which led to this morning. She sighed softly, running a hand through her wild hair as she watched Bobby get dressed. “Not that last night was necessarily a bad time,” The Norwich native mused. “I wouldn’t mind if it happened again.”

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