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          FRUSTRATION, it courses, BOILS under thick samoan skin. he can’t take much more of it brewing, steaming through his veins. he’s FUCKING sick, sick to his core that once again a match was interrupted, his triumph postponed due to interference. by none other than the most hated man on the roster, the one who they call the BEAST. roman would love nothing more than to strip that tatted sword fit for a knight of the vile creature’s chest, morph the design into a real weapon and conquer the monstrosity FOR GOOD. in his mind, he’s the only one who could overthrow lesnar anyhow. 

Phil wasn't sure how it happened and he'd never understand why but he and Leah hit it off pretty well. Maybe it was because she was so much like the past divas. That wasn't to say the others didn't measure up to the women he knew from the company, he was sure they probably did, but he witnessed it. He didn't see it while he was still under contract with the WWE because they were wasting her talent in a managerial position and he didn't bother with NXT too much but sometimes things worked themselves out.

Any other night, he would have been working out downstairs in his home gym or with the rest of his team. Luck would have it, the gym had to close and he wanted to use something other than the battle ropes and treadmill. Maybe he'd have to take a few photos but he loved his fans. The last thing he expected was to find anyone from the brand locally. At the time of his split from the company, he did everything in his power to track who'd be where so running into someone wouldn't happen. That task seemed less important after a few months. When he heard someone mention WWE superstars were there, Punk had to see who the crowd was talking about. It was hard not to be impressed when watching her. She didn't lift much but the effort was there. It had been enough for a conversation.

I MISS YOU COME BACK TO SDL ;~:

               Chris woke up that morning with his wife next to him like any other morning for the most part. He didn’t kiss her on the cheek nor did he try and wake her up so they could spend the morning together. Chris was growing bored with that same routine each and every morning. Eighteen years of it but who knows how many more years they had in their future at the rate they were going. A cup of coffee was made and he was scrolling through her phone when he noticed something upon scrolling through his Instagram feed. The Smackdown Woman’s Champion posted her location on a post she made and it was close enough that it was reasonable driving distance as well. There was a lot more between them that he wanted to explore. Who the fuck cares if he had a wife? Just because there was a goalie doesn’t mean you couldn’t score. Irvine tapped away on the screen of his phone until he was on the screen where a message could be sent. He didn’t have her phone number so this was the next best thing - sliding into her DMs and seeing how things went. He typed a message out to her.

    chrisjerichofozzy: Hey. Hey. I see someone’s in town, eh?      chrisjerichofozzy: Why’s there a party that I wasn’t invited to?

              Chris laughed at himself and what he said. The older male bit his lip as he sent another message. A little more serious this time - all of his not-so-clever jokes now being placed to the side. Tapping against the screen and then he hit send and sat back and waited.

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