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Date Posted：07/24/2016 17:52 PMCopy HTML
Arriving late to the building, Jason Cashe has his duffle bag hanging over his shoulder as he comes through the doors to enter the backstage area. Looking around, he nods to a few people he recognizes as 4CW crew members. The XTV Championship (and GPC Tag Title?) is attached to the Duffle Bag as Cashe turns a corner looking for his assigned locker room.
CASHE: "Room 11... Let's see, that's 7... 8... 9... 10... Elev--"
As he reaches the room with "11" on the door, a voice fills the hallway with excitement in her voice.
"JAAAASSOON!!"
Turning towards the voice, from around a corner behind where he was facing comes Psyche Devyne. A smile on her face, eyes brightly smiling as well as she leaps at him. Letting his duffle bag fall to the ground, the XTV Title clinks against the waxed floors. He catches her with as she plows into him with a tightening hug.
CASHE: "Heh I guess asking if you missed me is pointless huh?"
Pushing off him, her face changes from happy to offended as she shoves him playfully.
PSYCHE: "You didn't miss me too?"
CASHE: "Oh most definitely my Lady! That smile, those eyes? That smell? Uggghhh! And let's not even get started on that Ass!!"
She shoves him again, laughing as she lets herself fall into his arms again. Kissing her against the side of her head, Psyche pops up with another question.
PSYCHE: "I already told my Mum we were coming. When do we leave?"
CASHE: "After tonight's show. Like RIGHT after! I have a private plane waiting for us. Gotta get out of the states before certain Legal Troubles find me."
Psyche shaking her head, knowing he meant the assault on Darryl. She hadn't been there but she sure as hell gave him an Cashe grabs his duffel bag from the ground and the two head into his locker room.
CASHE: "So how much did you miss me exactly? I ask cause we have some time to kill..."
The door shuts as the number "11" zooms in centered into the camera. |
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