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dis rpg 4 guys n girls dating pls join gon b vary active

 

u can be WWE TNA NXT Jim Crocket Promotions superstarts 2!

 

u can be a MAXIUMU of 20 wrasslers at 1ce

 

FOLLOW FORUM RULES REALLY IMPORTANT

 

OUR RPG FOLLOW FORUM RULES SO ITS K

 

wwe champion - john cena

intercontinents champion - john cena

money in the bank -

feast or fried champion - john cena

andre the gant memorium battle royal rumble champ - john cena

wiminz champ - john cena

xTGRx U-12 Champion - knoor and undertaker

slammy award champion - john cena

Chris Benoit Memorial Submission Match Champion - john cena

 

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lockie7777 - roman rains, eugene, gorg hakcnesmit, dusty thodes brie bll n nikki bell konnor the ascension undertake Can C. Er (xavier woods)

Matt Taven - charlie haas, zendaya, erick roman mr socko

TIP - maven mick foley shelty b drew cary SETH terri runnles stone cold brian daniel

clock - kenzo suzuki, rob concert, sylvin, george the manial steel JOHN

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im gonna b:

ROMAN RANGS

 

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DUSTY RHODES

 

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EUGENE

 

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...wait 4 it it b good

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GEORGE HACKENSCHMIDT


im gonna b:

ROMAN RANGS

 

n

 

DUSTY RHODES

 

n

 

EUGENE

 

n

 

...wait 4 it it b good

...

 

GEORGE HACKENSCHMIDT

 

 

Sheltyb. Seth rawlings. Mick Foley. Maven. And terri runnels

ya - management

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*Eugene comes in on a go-kart eating oatmeal *

eugene:

To be, or not to be--that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep-- No more--and by a sleep to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep-- To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprise of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now, The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remembered.

Can I also b drew carey

 

 

Erick Rowan contemplate life backstage, wishing he have title match.

 

 

i'm tryna be Rob Conway, Sylvan, Kenzo Suzuki, and George The Animal Steele

ya - management

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