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DONATELLA.

08/14/2020 01:57 PM 

Debt as of 08/14/2020

Posting my owes here so that I can keep track of who and what I owe plus it is a requirement of Forsaken.Current owed Starters:Zero (You guys should change that. I promise I don't bite!)Current owed Replies:Charlie (8/5)Flynn (8/9)Current Discussions:Ember, Armani, Odette.Who owes me:Gael (7/15)Hexley (7/27)Lilith (7/24)Xander (7/29)Antonio (8/2)Atticus (8/6)Serenity (8/6)Rose (8/7)

Stone cold

08/14/2020 12:49 PM 

dark maark

      Those cunning folk will use any means. To achieve their ends. “What the hell did you do?” Her voice and the tapping from her heels reverberated against the marble floors and wood panelled of the study.    “Watch your tone,” Came the harsh response of her mother as she looked up at her eldest daughter from her position on the sole sofa of Amycus Carrow’s study.    “Now now,” came the calm tone of her father as he placed his whiskey on the table, the all too familiar sound of ice against glass no longer a comfort but more of an irritation due to their current situation, “ I think we can forgive Flora’s little emotional display,” he eyed his wife, “If she would proceed to calmly tell us what has caused all these theatrics.”    “The theatrics?” Flora scoffed, her usual manners and respect for her Father thrown out the window as soon as she had heard the news. “I’m not the one who forced their daughter to get the Dark mark!”   “So, that’s what this is about.”    “Honestly is this all because you are jealous we chose Hestia over you?” Estelle jeered.    Flora simply turned away, having grown used to her mother's constant criticism, she expected nothing less from the woman who had given birth to her. Her arms folded across her chest, readying herself to face off against her father.    “We agreed that Hestia would be kept out of this.” She told him firmly, ignoring the small heartless laugh that came from her mother.    “Plans change, Flora. The situation was not something that was to be shelved and discussed at a later date.” Amycus responded before finishing the drink he had previously abandoned.   “Amycus, we do not need to explain ourselves to a child. This discussion is over!” Her mother's exclamation had Flora spin on her heel and face her Mother.    “I.am.not.a.child,” She emphasised through gritted teeth.    “Just because you are of age now, it does not give you the authority to question us or throw around demands!”    “I may be of age but I have never been able to be a child, you made sure of that. I understand that you would do whatever you wanted to make my life hell, but Hestia? She is your golden child, why would you mark her for life? Give her life up to your cause?”   “Our cause.” Came the voice of her father who had stayed quiet during her little spat with her mother. “The only cause worth fighting for. Now that Hestia has the mark we have further solidified our devotion and Hestia will no longer be seen as the weak link, making both herself and our family stronger.”    “So that’s your excuse?” questioned Flora, her eyes hard. “You did it to protect her?”   “To protect our family,” He insisted, “Included Hestia.”    Flora closed her eyes for a brief second before shaking her head, “That’s bullsh*t and we all know it.”   “Flora!” Exclaimed Amycus in outrage while Estelle muttered something on the lines of ‘Evil child.’ Amycus came up close to Flora, his eyes hard and his stance angry. “Now you listen here, we will do whatever it takes to protect this family. I do not care if it goes against anything I have said before or if it hurts in any way because this is my family and I will do whatever it takes to protect it.”   “Then you listen to me, I don’t care if you are my father. I will do anything and everything to protect my sister.” With that, she turned on her heel and left the room before her parents had a chance to respond.  

𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌

08/14/2020 10:49 PM 

Jessica listens to tape 1 side A
Current mood:  disappointed

       It's 9:00 pm when the bell rings. "I've got it!" Jess shouted opening the door while texting Sherri Holland. The news of Hannah's suicide stroke them. Seeing Justin standing there makes her heart beat fast. She shuts the door behind her fast, pushing the phone in her back pocket. "Justy! Are you nuts?" she whispers but she cannot hide a smile, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her fleshy lips on his ones. One arm of his wraps around her lower waist. Opening her eyes, Jess looks down to see that Justin's eyes are sad and he holds an old box of shoes.      Jess furrowed her eyebrows. "What's that, Justin?" she asks as he hands it to her. A red car is stopped across the road. The moment Jess receives the package, she hears the car's engine turned on as it pulls off. Pure confusion. The jock cups his girlfriend's face into his hands. "Listen to me. These tapes are full of lies. Full of ugly lies. Hannah left them for us. For 12 people of us. My name is referred there twice but please. Please, Jess! Believe me. Me." She could see the fear of abandonment in his voice. The sorrow in his irresistible eyes... He always manages to make her fall under his spell.     The dark-skinned girl got too much information and images in a little amount of time. Nodding her head to the man she is in love with, she blinks before he captures her fleshy lips into a long meaningful kiss, which she responds to.       That night Jessica Davis heard the first tape, her boyfriend's tape. She won't say goodnight to her parents. She is just running upstairs to her room, locking herself inside. Thankfully, she was a walkman device still and earphones. Her father bought them for her, years ago and she still saved it. Only the lamp is lighting her room as she sits comfortably onto her bed with the box opened next to her.TAPE 1 SIDE a       "Hey, it's Hannah. Hannah Baker. Don’t adjust your… whatever device you’re hearing this on. It’s me, live and in stereo. No return engagements, no encore, and this time, absolutely no requests. Get a snack. Settle in. Because I’m about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended. And if you’re listening to this tape, you’re one of the reasons why. I'm not saying which tape brings you into the story. But fear not, if you received this lovely little box, your name will pop up. I promise. Anyway, the rules here are pretty simple. Rule number one: you listen. Number two: you pass it on. Hopefully, neither one will be easy. It's not supposed to be easy, or I would have emailed you an MP3. When you're done listening to all 13 sides, because there are 13 sides to every story rewind the tapes, put them back in the box, and pass them on to the next person.Oh, and the box of tapes should have included a map. I'll be mentioning several spots around our beloved city. I can't force you to visit them, but if you'd like a little more insight, head for the stars. Or, you know, just throw the map away and I'll never know or will I? You see, in case you're tempted to break the rules, understand I did make a copy of these tapes, and I left them with a trusted individual who, if this package doesn't make it through all of you, will release those copies in a very public manner.This was not a spur of the moment decision. Do not take me for granted. Not again"      By the first words, tears stream down her rosy cheeks. The rules are simple. She has to listen to all of them. Justin passed the side to her. So she is referred to this. Listening to every word, she looks inside the box to find also the map Hannah talked about.        The first red star. Opening her GPS, she finds out that the first spot is Hannah's house. Getting out of the house in secret, her steps are taking her to the first spot. That was it... That party she threw at the beginning of the year. Hearing the tape, she looks down at the map, and while listening she is walking to the second red star. It feels so strange hearing her talking to Justin this way, referring his damn smile. That same smile that put a spell on her as well.      By the time, Jess reached the playground part, Hannah is describing their first kiss, her first-ever kiss. Jessica's hand squeezes the walkman device. She purses her lips. She feels dizzy, about to throw up in the middle of the playground. No. He never did her that night. He never had sex with slutty Hannah like it was spread around. Justin took pictures of Hannah, let her see the trees running around in a circular dance, and feel like the dreams she had of them came true. She is on top of the rocket and turns the wheel. She is about to fly.  He is down, down the slide about to catch her- she trusted him to-  and he lets her fall into the mud of dirty rumors.     "I heard many stories about me that are very popular but I know which is the less popular one. The truth" those words make Jess get up leave. She is feeling sick. By the moment she is back home she makes a mental image of all that was heard. All guys thought she let him have sex with her. They saw a picture of her underwear and let it be seen, sent from one student to another.  Hannah the slut. The easy one.        Her thoughts are conflicted. This guy Hannah describes is a stranger to her. Her Justin is sweet, passionate. Her first lover who always takes care of her and holds her after sex. The boy who never bragged about their sex to his friends. Who is the boy Hannah described after all?     She grabs her keys from her purse. Now she is back home, laying down on the bed, trying to settle in whatever she heard. Pausing the tape for a while, she changes into her PJs, grabs her phone, and texts the boy with the damned smile."I heard your tape....""And?"    It feels like he was over the phone waiting for that text."And you're an ass!" she texts back "We'll talk tomorrow. Goodnight".      Turning off her phone, Jess grabs the walkman device again and presses the "play" button once again. "And stick around Justin. I am not through with you yet. I know you probably didn't mean to let me down. In fact, probably most of you listening, had no idea what you were truly doing but you'll find out. Turn the tape over... for more" 

𝑀𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟.

08/14/2020 10:35 AM 

My Children.
Current mood:  amused

Being betrayed by her own children had to be worse than almost anything else. Though Akasha knew she hadn't been a very good Queen in her first life, nor her second but that was no reason to kill her all over again, a mass majority of her children never knew of the Queen, let alone knew that she had been the mother of of the entire race. So when they disrespected her, normally she would kill them; rip their hearts out right in front of their very eyes and drain the blood from it and their maker's too for not telling them. Her third life would be different but that didn't mean her personality would change, more than anything Akasha demanded respect, her title demanded it. Once her former consort, Lestat awakened her once more; Akasha wanted nothing more than to feed. Her bloodlust reignited as her green and unmistakeable hues came into view, her vision focused on nothingness once more before fluttering her lashes briefly as she began to look around the room. Those familiar four walls she had grown so accustomed to. No longer having to sit upon the throne that she loved, only cause the ones that were created long after she had went to sleep, had always come to worship her and her husband, though she had been the first vampire created over 6,000 years ago, her husband had been the second, he couldn't be killed by the hands of any of his children and nor could Akasha. Many knew that if you killed the anicent parents, every vampire would die around the world; Newly made vampires would go first, leaving the elder ones with burns across their skin. When Maharet stabbed the Queen through the heart; she realized the myth had been true when she felt her own energy leaving her body. Akasha had been too trusting, wanting to show mercy this time around; she allowed those that would have never been worthy enough to look in her direction back in her days. Maybe it was time it was time to return to the way she had been. Who knew? "My children..... It warms my blood to see you all gathered here once again. Mother has risen."  

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08/14/2020 09:11 PM 

What I have been through.

So if you have known me for a long time you would know I'm the one most people come after. Why you might ask? Because they hate seeing me happy. Mark Fryer said to me "I know why everyone hates you. you have used people you did to me and your hurt so what no one cares" The last part he didn't say but I'm sure he thought it. So on Tavern I'm only Dizzy Teller. Any other girl on there isn't me. I feel like he wants to leave Tavern if I do that he I'm letting him win. And I am not letting another person bully me off a site again. I never added him so why is he only after me? Why does he hates me? Did I really use him? No I didn't really use him. Because he loves making me feel like I don't belong on Taven. When the site is for everyone not just him. So if you saw a mean message called me out saying I'm a bully, jerk and more. note I never bullied anyone I never say anyone was a jerk or anything so please if you are my friend help me out we need to get Mark's pack of lies out in the open but if I do it he will find out and maybe get me banned from the site thinking I did something to break the rules when I didn't. I was bulled off of a site called RPVillage and it was by a guy named Nemo he said "Your going ona date with your brother your dating your brother and you write for sh*t." I was in tears because words can hurt and they didn't care all they did care about was that they got their revange and bullied me off of the site i was scared it was going to get worse they would say to me "Leave this site or we will come find you and end you" But i left the site becaus i thought they would leave me alone and never bug me again and i got my wish. I just wish people would leave me alone and stop starting rumors or saying things that aren't true about me but that will never stop since everyone enjoys revenge on me so I will just have to be scared.So i can so write. I am not here to cause any drama or anything I just don't understand what is so wrong with me? Why am I so hated by 5 people or why no one wants to give me a chance to prove I'm a good writer. so I just think maybe im not worth it to anyone because i am just the dumb girl who is hated and uses people when i never used anyone and only 4 people hate me not everyone. Thanks for letting me rant and caring to read until the end Dizzy.

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08/14/2020 09:07 PM 

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08/14/2020 06:58 PM 

paradisaical harmonics. [ surgeon study ]

𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒚

08/13/2020 11:51 PM 

[character study: drunk scorpio]

Cassie.

08/13/2020 09:27 PM 

Are you?

1.) Are you stubborn or easy-going? Honestly a bit of both. It literally depends on the situation. 2.) Are you an early bird or night owl? Night owl all the way. 3.) Are you organized or messy? I'm an... organized messy. 4.) Are you sensitive or tough? Honestly it depends on the situation or topic. 5.) Are you indecisive or decisive? Forever indecisive. 6.) Are you motivated or lazy? Motivated most days. 7.) Are you open-minded or closed-minded? I've always been open-minded.  8.) Are you idealistic or realistic? Realistic.9.) Are you adventurous or cautious? I think it really depends on the situation. I'd like to say both but I think I'm more cautious than adventurous. 

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08/13/2020 09:09 PM 

[flower asks.]

    Heliconia: Do you like when it rains? I love when it rains. From the light pitter-patter of a gentle sprinkle, to the crashing sheets that pour from the sky during storms. Daisy: How old were you when you had your first kiss? I think I was probably 6 years old. It was one of those kisses you read about in a child's book where the young boy rushes over to the young girl and in front of their parents leans in for a smack on the lips. Sweet. Innocent. Allium: What's the best thing you can cook? I don't know why, and this is pretty random, but I can cook a steak to perfection without a thermometer. It's science. All about the timing and the thickness of the meat.Orange Blossom: If you could pick the gender and appearance of your child, would you? I would not. I would want to be surprised. I do enjoy a good surprise from time to time.Daffodil: What's the most thoughtful present you've ever received? Varga recently gifted me an antique metal tinker heart-shaped box with flowers to embellish the silver tones lined with red velvet on the inside. It keeps my bracelet tucked somewhere safe. He is so very thoughtful.Rose: Are you currently in love with someone? It's entirely possible. Tulip: For your birthday what kind of cake do you ask for? Strawberry shortcake with fresh whipped cream topping.Myrtle: Do you like going on airplanes? Yes. I don't quite understand the fear surrounding flying, but I love to travel and I love going on adventures.Hibiscus: Did you ever play an instrument? If so, what? I did and still do. Piano.Locust: What was your favorite book as a child? Stellaluna.Queen Anne's Lace: Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents? Carve pumpkins because fall is the best season and it reminds me of Halloween and my birthday.Magnolia: Favorite kind of candy? I have two. Twix if the mood for chocolate strikes or if I want something fruity I love gummy bears.Poppy: What color was your childhood home? My first home was made out of wood. Brown.

Pistol

08/13/2020 07:59 PM 

Forgiveness. [ drabble ]

Forgiveness. Arlene, the edge queen. You ask for forgiveness from everyone. Your parents, your friends and family, even that stupid boy who made you cry but you had to say you're sorry.But does anyone every say sorry to you? For hurting your emotions, for breaking your things, or breaking your heart. They just use you like a step ladder to get to where they are going.'Sorry' had seemed to turn into Arlene's favorite word, and she hated every second that word slipped out of her mouth. She felt weak as if she was just a meer child among adults who thought they were better than her. Even among her peers. The emotions wanted to crawl out, the anger bubbling up in her. She didn't want to feel this way anymore. She tried carving it out, she tried drowning her sorrows. It all came back worse and worse each time. Alcohol, cigaretes it didn't fix anything it just made her feel worse about herself than anything.Arlene wanted them to apologize to her for the way they made her feel as if everything was her fault, for making her not want to feel alive. She was becoming nothing but rage it consumed her to the point where even the dead weren't making her feel alive.She would sit alone, a cigarette in her fingertips, not even smoked just watching it dim away. She didn't understand, was so always like this. Even as a child was so always filled with rage?Every day that passed she wondered what it would be like to just watch it all perish. Burst away into nothing. When she closed her eyes she could just picture this town in flames.  

sᴇʀᴘᴇɴᴛᴊᴜʟɪᴇᴛ♔

08/13/2020 07:16 PM 

king of my heart.

serpent juliet And we rule the kingdom inside my room Never took me quite where you do message comment albums stream bulletins blog King of My Heart Betty was too observant, attuned to every detail from the keyboard's hesitant clicks when he was lost in connecting her thoughts to the way his lip curled inward in concentration. While busy highlighting and copying and pasting texts to various parts of what was likely now her entirely butchered document. Nerves remained frazzled despite the welcomed distraction of food to occupy her. Still, her eyes remained trained on the back of the laptop. They every so often flickered upward to check in with him even though he appeared to have all but forgotten her presence until he demanded nourishment from her with an outstretched and expectant hand. She was quick to comply, scrambling to grab another slice of cold pizza from the box and stacked on top of the other before putting it in his hand. Just as he retracted enough for a sip from the soda can she'd given him before he leaned over to set it on the ground and immediately back to work from where he'd asked for her word choice substitution.The anxiety she was experiencing had next to nothing to do with him. Everything to do with the fact that while she had infinite faith in him to resurrect her paper, she lacked every bit of conviction he seemed to have in her work and naturally, the confidence in herself that had been floundering since she'd first stepped foot on campus. College had proved more difficult than she'd expected in more ways than one, academics that had once come so easily to her in high school somehow now turned on its' head and one of her biggest challenges when she didn't excel instantaneously. He seemed to understand that, at least on some level apart from his very passionate personal feelings about the entire world of academia, it was vital for her to succeed in her own chosen arena. He knew her, first and foremost, and he was the one who talked her down from stressed out and anxious phone calls in the middle of the night when everything felt like it was beginning to weigh too heavily down on her.This assignment appeared to be no different, but he seemed to realize how much more she needed him to comfort her than his work or words alone as she watched him set aside the laptop to shift across the bed towards her and take hold of her hand in her lap. It was all she could do to nod as he spoke so confidently and held her eye line and squeezed her hand. It was far from easy for her to accept that it was so simple when it felt so far from just being one assignment, but she trusted him more than anything, and this instance was also no exception. She believed that he would accomplish what he promised and set out to do, and with a deep breath, she tried to calm herself down made easier by the hold he had on her hand to keep her more level-headed.

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08/13/2020 05:11 PM 

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08/13/2020 03:34 PM 

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"You sure it is safe, Caldwell?" A man asked, his face everything but calm. Of course it was not safe. Anything, any business you can do with the Ferraro family was risky. Elegant family, very familiar, people there ready to die just to see other member happy and safe. On the contrary: illegal activities were hidden under the golden ribbon and once you find out what was hidden in the gift you would rather ignore it and act like nothing like an acknowledge exist. As long as you were their friend, you could live a beautiful long life. They could keep your ass safe and warm or if you betrayed them, broke heir trust which was as tiny as an ice on the lake during winter, well: your fate was drastic and you wished you did not try their limits. Ryan Francis Caldwell was always highly respected air crafter pilot and his respect, the way he could act and that typical stone face: he got all the Ferraros wanted to see in their friends. After all, Ryan just came back home and he could not act like a part of the army anymore. His last injury caused his left eye could not work for 100 % and practically he became an unusable fool for them Even when he belonged to the top aircraft pilots and he had his own little "army" he could lead. It was just a past and now he had to do something. The fridge would not fill without you ande´even when his family was rich as f***, stubborn Caldwell decided to live his own life without that heavy stone you have to carry forever if you were born as Caldwell. No. He could not come home like a dog with tail between legs. That´s exactly his family expected to see. Like the hyens they were waiting until that very special day, meet their son unhappy and lost. But Ryan promised it would not happen. Never. Even if he had to live under the bridge. "What can happen, Lenny? They gave me a sweet offer i can not regret. That´s all. " He said just half of the truth while his fingers fixed he last details on his suit. Lenny knew him very well and immediately he frowned " And what about the girl? Is not she the main reason you decided to accept that?" Ryan raised both eyebrows and as cold and emotionless as his face could look, he put all effort into look like an absolutely uniterested moron. "A girl? I do not know what you are talking about, pal. It is just a business. Sure, i will have to protect a spoiled lady but it has nothing to do with the reasons why i accepted Mr. Ferraro offer." He lied. Lenny just sighed out and he decided to not continue. The battle was lost already plus Ryan should hurry up "Sure, man. Like we do not remember a night which happened not that long time ago. Just... you know... try to keep it as a scret. Daddy may change his minds if he finds out you, as a potential employee almost examined her vomb and mark her innocence. Good luck, if anything. Just give me a call. I am sure i can save your ass. As many times before" Playfully a man winked on Ryan who remained quiet, shocked but still emotionless. Yea, that very special night those two could enjoy if the sh*t storm did not happen and their interest faded away.A potential employee got the adress and it was not difficult to find it. A mansion was hidden behind the city. Like a perfect spot for your illegal activites, Ryan thought. Sitting there in his car he just parked on the lot, he took some extra time as he tried to think about potential endings. Dealing with Mira was complicate. Her father, Alessio, knew why he called someone like Ryan. Other young ear would fall in love with her and that manipulative, playful seducer would win the battle. She needed to get as good defence as possible and who could be better than a man who got her,...almost got her. First he did not want to public it in his CV but Alessio was a vise man: if he wanted to tame a stubborn mare like Mirabella Ferrar, he had to find someone as unbreakable, strong and skilled as lunatic Caldwell. "Like, what can go wrong, man? " he sighed out, finally he left the car and one more time he checked his appearance in a black, smooth Maserati. Ryan refused to enjoy one cigarette, maybe the last one, who knows? Smelling like a nicotine a**hole would not support his reputation. He locked the car, he achieved the main door and before he could knock on it, a servant opened them. All smiling woman invited him. She was so submissive, so innocent. Like she truly believed she was a servant of God himself. Ryan accepted her invitation inside and without further words she led him inside. To the man who was almost his father-in law.  Alessio was expecting him and as friendly and sweet as the Italian charmer could be, he invited him. Ryan almost felt like a part of the family. Mr Ferraro explained few basic rules and goals he was expecting but whenever Ryan looked down on his watches, he realised soon or later she will come in and the randevu will start. Warm feeling under his collar signalised it will not be as easy as he expected. He did notlike to be in charge. Their last night was still alive in his head and what was worse: spicy details were still pretty fresh. Could they act like nothing happened? Ryan was afraid: if Alessio will find anything, he was sure a good Italian man would turn into the beast and Ryan´s balls would hang from the ceilling. Time has come and a woman walked inside. First Caldwell did not look her way but he could feel her perfume and that annoying voice was as hilarous as he remembered it. All quiet he watched their interaction and when Mira asked him such a question, a man looked at her and as trustowrthy as possible he smiled "It is good to see you, Mira. Some times passed away but as i can see, nothing has changed. As stubborn and independent as before. Here, with your daddy, we were talking about the terms 

A-Ry 🌋

08/13/2020 12:25 PM 

Road to SummerSlam
Current mood:  adventurous

"Woah" chuckled as he saw the camera crew come in "Okay now i may be not dressed for the occasion but this will do for now." chuckled again as he looks at the camera now and takes  a deep breath "Now, now let's talk about business and that's my match for the universal championship. I never held that title before i held some before i am a former intercontinental champion in the past and still am here and kicking it.""That universal championship is coming home but it ain't going home with the current holder, no it's coming home with a new champion and that man is going to be me.""Arthur i don't know much about you, our paths nevers have crossed before and this is the first time they have, we been on diffrent brands i was on Raw Zone for a while been on Thunder SmackDown before i know how things work. And this is the first time we will wrestle against each other, Riley vs. Mills.""Like i said i don't know much about you or your history but this is AUF and i am pretty well known around here, not sure if you heard the name of Alex Riley." says as he looks directly at the camera "Let me tell you something about me, i am not just a intercontinental champion , nope i am more than just that i love to compete and was born for it. Not sure about you but i can't wait to wrestle you for that universal championship. Just for now you can keep nice and warm for me, that title is coming home with me."Alex flexes a little as he smirked confident and then stopped for a moment"Well now i am preparing myself for our match hitting the gym hard, later i will hit the ring so i can practice some sure need it since i won the battle royal." catches his breath "Like i said i am coming for that Universal championship, Arthur Mills you better be ready for me. I am ready to take you on. I am going to show you what this tough bad guy can do in the ring and i am going to prove that soon at SummerSlam..""This whole thing about our match and Summerslam just getting me pump up i can't wait for the next Thunder SmackDown show i am excited... thrilled and going to kick some ass.""And by that i mean yours Arthur.... IF Wilder or Dawson or Sami wanna get invovled i am going to kick their asses too.""I am fired up right now!"Looks both ways as he then drops down and starts doing some push ups as he continued working out hard as he continued working out for a few more hours as they passed by quickly as he then jumped up to his feet all pumped up now as he wiped some of the sweat rainging down his cheeks as he looks at the camera now as he takes a deep breath now."WOO that was some work out.... Now what is missing now is me becoming the new universal champion.  And champ i am going to see you soon at SummerSlam.." 

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