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Taken Out?: ??? ||
......FORWARD: I just stood there as minutes went by. It seemed to take me a few minutes to move. Why anyone would take my daughters were beyond me.......
Beulah
The Queen of Hardcore
SCENE ONE: Where are they?
> > > > > I finally got my wits about me as I ran from the ring to the lockerroom where I found backstage workers cutting Dawn down from the cross. I freak out even more as I start screeming at the top of my lungs.< < < < < <
·¤¦The Hardcore Queen Beulah¦¤· Where are they?
·¤¦Backstage Security¦¤· We don't know.
The Hardcore Queen Beulah Dammit..someone had to see what happened..I want to know who in the hell took my daughters and where the hell they are..and I want to know now!
Backstage Security Beulah calm down..we are searching the arena as we speak. We will fine them.
·¤¦The Extreme Ex-Husband Tommy Dreamer¦¤· Teresa?
I turn to the door as Tommy looks at me concerned.
The Hardcore Queen Beulah I can't deal with this right now!
·¤¦The Extreme Ex-Husband Tommy Dreamer¦¤· I saw what happened on television.
The Hardcore Queen Beulah I'm sorry..
·¤¦The Extreme Ex-Husband Tommy Dreamer¦¤· This isn't your fault. Take a breath and think..who would take the girls?
The Hardcore Queen Beulah I don't know. Why is this happening..what did I do to deserve this torture? What is this proving?
·¤¦The Extreme Ex-Husband Tommy Dreamer¦¤· Dawn had to see something.
The Hardcore Queen Beulah They took her to the hospital.
> > > > > Tommy walks out of the room as I fall to my knees trying to calm myself before I start trashing the room. I finally leave the room with my stuff as I go search for answers as the camera fades out.< < < < <
SCENE TWO: A Warning!
> > > > > Days has gone by and still no answers. Dawn is out of the hospital and told Tommy and I that she was hit from behind and saw nothing. She has a concusion and now I sit in my lockerroom with my questions still not answered. My eyes closed for just a second before openning them praying that Kim and Bri would be there but nothing. I sigh in fustration as I look at the camera.< < < < <
·¤¦The Hardcore Queen Beulah¦¤· You expect me to just walk out there and wrestle without answers. I want to know where the hell my kids are? This whole week I have been calling non stop to Black's office and what do I get? Nothing...not even that dam cockroach of his son will call me back.
·¤¦The Hardcore Queen Beulah¦¤· I will not wrestle until I find out some dam answers and if you make me then I am not responsible for the pain that is to come to that pompous ass Randy Orton. Hell maybe I will break his dam collorbone for a 3rd time. You see Randy..I could care less who you are or who your daddy or granddad was. I am a ticking time bomb ready to explode. So here is the thing Randy..if I were you..I would not even show up and if you disregard that statement then it will be a decision that you will regret and hell I doubt we will ever see you in AwF ever again. God speed Randy..cause this is one bitch that doesn't care who she takes out. I will get the answers I seek and I will find my kids..even if it means taking over this dam show to do it.
I stand up throwing a chair at the mirror. Yes I know 7 years bad luck but at this point I really don't care. I grab ahold of my singapore cane and walk out the lockerroom door as the camera fades out.
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