The sit-out powerbomb knocked the wind out of Elaine Lawson's sails. The freckle-faced brunette had spent the last 10 minutes clawing back into the fight against a formidable male adversary. An ill-advised dropkick brought that momentum to a screeching halt. He had plucked Elaine out of thin...
"Heard you were talking shit behind my back!" screamed Walter Echo.
Paisley Weaves was resting in the sauna, when the uncultured brute had come barging in to the league steam room.
"Who the fuck gave you permission to waltz in here?" She got up, letting her disdain be known.
"I go where...
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