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| Thursday, May 14th, 2020 | |
| 4:56 am [aprmendez] |
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| Tuesday, May 12th, 2020 | |
| 10:22 am [k8lin] |
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| 10:07 am [lasskicker] |
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| 4:42 am [showoffdolph] |
#StillMoreOverThanYou  |
| Thursday, May 7th, 2020 | |
| 2:03 pm [coohhh] |
[OOC notes] {Well, now that we're running at semi-full speed again, I know I'd definitely like to see Brandi and the Smoke Show show up here. I'm absolutely open to any girls, really. Britt Baker would be fun, as would alien Kris Statlander. I've already got Graves and Adam Cole locked in, and am thinking of snatching up Cody at the least, so any faces you'd want to see added, I can make happen.) |
| Wednesday, April 29th, 2020 | |
| 4:48 pm [eciii] |
Fired, in the middle of a pandemic.  |
| Sunday, November 22nd, 2015 | |
| 3:49 am [futurelopez] |
It wasn't anything close to easy for Colby to relax when he wasn't able to do anything physical. Crossfit wasn't just a way to stay in shape, after all. To some people, it was practically their religion. Colby couldn't do much with his lower body at all while he was healing up from surgery. Hell, just to pick his visitor up from the airport, he had to take an Uber. The driver was remarkably patient, helping him get settled into the back seat of the van, and Colby knew he'd tip the guy really well, both for his help and for his discretion. He signed a couple of autographs for the guy's kids, explaining that it would help him out a lot if no pictures turned up online, since he was just trying to lay low and keep out of trouble while he healed up. The guy seemed willing enough. When they arrived at the airport, Colby was able to get a wheelchair to head inside, rolling it smoothly with his hands on the wheels, and his earbuds in, with a hood up to cover his famous hair, no one really bugged him. He had Alexa's flight info tucked into his hoodie pocket, and was able to find the exit gate to sit and wait for her to show, listening to a podcast to pass the time, with a bottle of water clutched in one hand, and a little posterboard placard reading "LEXI" sitting in his lap so that she'd know he was actually willing to take the step of picking her up personally. The fact that she was willing to come out to spend time with him, keeping him from losing his shit, that meant something to him, after all. |
| Friday, November 6th, 2015 | |
| 9:40 pm [cenaafj] |
 I'll be in New York City all week long, starting tomorrow morning. Who's flying in to keep me company? |
| 9:12 pm [demonfinn] |
Open to whomever. Home. It could take on strange meanings, that word. When you hadn't really been home in months of time, and then returned, barely recognizing things, was it really your home any longer? When you took on the life of a professional wrestler, you became a nomad. Home was hotel rooms, home was a suitcase that pulled a bit on the left hand side because it needed a new wheel. Home was eating in Cracker Barrel, or having to choke down a grilled chicken sandwich without any sauce on it one handed while you drove, needing to make it to the next town. That was simply what you did, not anything worth complaining about because that was the life you were letting yourself in for. Fergal wouldn't trade the roar of the crowd, not for anything. When the WWE went to England for the fall tour, of course he was asked along. With Mr. Regal unable to wrestle any longer, it helped to have everyone who was a home town star on the tour. It gave him time with Becky, the pair of them could travel together to and from every show, and share a hotel room, just like the days when they were both coming up, before they hit the biggest company in the world for what it was they wanted to do with their lives. Naturally, Fergal received a bit of ribbing that his "girl" had made it to the main roster before he had, but he knew his time in the spotlight would come, all he had to do was continue being himself, and being the very best he could, and the chance to grab at Mr. McMahon's metaphorical brass ring would come his way. There hadn't been a great return to his childhood home or anything. He was, as he always was, living in hotels, out of his suitcase, and found himself oddly missing Florida, at least just a touch. |
| Tuesday, September 8th, 2015 | |
| 12:55 am [demonfinn] |
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| Saturday, May 23rd, 2015 | |
| 9:55 am [things1and2] |
Twin Magic is the BEST! Ask John!  |
| Tuesday, March 17th, 2015 | |
| 3:49 pm [cmpbrooks] |
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