#torrienado

Forwardness was part of Roman’s forte. The male’s confidence and swagger, more often than not didn’t exactly allow him to second guess or doubt his actions and intentions. In this instance? That lack of filter could’ve got him in serious hot water. Luckily for him, Torrie didn’t seem to mind his forwardness. At least not this time. A firm shrug of the male’s broad shoulders eased outwards as a non verbal response to the female’s statement. His brow arching in the process, as he fires a grin in her general direction. “I saw the opportunity, and I took it. Can’t fault me for that can ya? It’s partly your fault for having such a big behind..” Roman let out a faint chuckle, as he brought his right hand up to rub the back of his head. A faint attempt at humor, to try and defuse any growing tension that could’ve been brewing as a result of his forwardness. 

text; i think he’s cheatingtext; i’m almost positive he’s cheating text; and i am so fucking fed up with this shit man. i’m so FUCKING done with feeling like i need to be on eggshells all the time.

arachnophobia. i can kill the tiny, pinky-nail size spiders without a problem but once it turns into half the size of my palm i turn into a little bitch.

Since it was Mania season, and the Rumble was quickly approaching, it wasn’t rare to see some of the past Divas backstage at a show or two, since some of them liked to get some extra training in, as well as shoot things for the network, before the big event. However, Becky was rather surprised to see none other than Torrie Wilson backstage this particular evening, because she hadn’t heard anything about the older woman making another appearance at the show that year, but as Becky made her way to the hair and makeup station, where Torrie was currently getting her hair done, the Irish woman had the biggest smile on her face, because Torrie had always been such a sweetheart to her. “Torrie, hi! It’s so good ta see yah again! What brings yah here tonight? Finally makin a full time return, like we all wish yah would?”

     “Deck the halls with boughs of holly, Fa la la la la, la la la la…” It was the first          of many Christmas carols the Canadian sang as she decorated the tree.           “When was the last time we hung out like this? It’s been FOR-EVER.”

The Slash is here. The Slash is always wherever Axl is. Count on it, beautiful rockstar babe.