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 Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 8:05 pm
Jonathan Fields paced the halls backstage. He ran his hands through his hair and looked around the room. What are you doing standing around, Jon? He drove his fist into a nearby wall, trying to ignore the voice. Out of the corner of his eye he caught glimpse of a monitor showing the match that was going on between three guys. He took in a deep breath and slowly walked over to where the monitor was. There you go, that's what you want. He watched the match for a few seconds and smiled. I bet they think they're tougher than you...More powerful. Are you going to let that happen, Jon? Jonathan then picked up the monitor, slammed it onto the floor, and walked down the hall towards the ring area. Good job, Jonathan.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 10:38 pm
"I really wish you hadn't done that," Derek said. "Oh come on, the fans deserve to know who is about to hit them. Both you and them should thank me for what I just did out there," Melissa said while holding onto his arm as they walked down the hall. Derek jerked his arm out of her grip, which caused him to bump into the person whom was passing down the hallway as well. Derek immediatly turned to see who he had bumped into. It was a man who was almost a good foot taller than him and about 50 pounds heavier than him. "Sorry, bro," Derek said to the masked man and then went to continue down the hall, until Melissa decided to open her big mouth. "Watch where your going! You don't know who you're dealing with!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 4:35 pm
Jonathan turned around, grabbed a hold of Derek by his forearms, and slammed him into the wall. He then turned back around with the intention of going to the ring in which his match was to take place. What about the girl, Jon? You're going to let her talk to you like that? Let her think that small man is of more strength? Jonathan clenched his fists. He wasn't going to let the voice make him hurt a women, no matter how much she deserved it. Jon, where are you going? You aren't done. He turned back around and walked up to Derek, pulling him up. He stared at him, breathing heavily into his mask. "You tell her to keep her mouth shut." Jonathan didn't yell it, but his tone wasn't exactly friendly. Without another word Jonathan headed down the hall and for the ring. Now don't you feel better? "Shut the hell up." Jonathan mummbled outloud to himself.
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