I Do Not Keep Up With The Gossip… I Think We’re Breaking Up… My Connection Is Soo Bad Up Here…

AHHH my darling mina .. I wasn’t told how many pretty girls would be on here ❤️ Where are you living now? I long to see your beautiful face again …

hold your applause — I have finally learned my way around this app. My ass is bruised, how is everyone else?

[ 📲 ] LOL. I wish that were real.

[ 📲 ] I recently found out that I was being considered for Damage CTRL 🫠 Maybe they didn’t want me to join that bad

[ 📲 ] I don’t think I would’ve stood out in the group as much as I do now.

stirring the pot | @hcllywoodending

[📲 toni] yknow there's a rumor going around that i saw

[📲 toni] about how you actually begged for wwe to make you look like a fool so you could get the heck outta there fast

You do now. I’ll cut you in line and with a little knife. Get away from my woman!

AEW dweebs,

Slip Mother Wayne my number.

Tell Nick imma be his step daddy.

From the desk of Toni Storm ⋆♫˚.⋆⭒.˚⋆ April 22nd

The plastic ring around her finger became somewhat of a comfort object overnight. Toni sat on the edge of her once-shared bed, gently turning the plastic around her digit and pressing a thumb into the sticky parts where it was once a lolly.

Marriage. What a strong commitment to make to someone she broke away from. It wasn’t a decision that came lightly when she was asked the first time around. Toni began traveling globally, Joseph was in Japan, the time zones and the distance was hard. She had always assumed it was a mutual break between them. Yet, once they had both signed to become All Elite, the distance closed between them and a feeling inside her chest told her she was missing something.

That something still stayed at home and took care of Toni, running hot baths and holding the ice on her back when she needed it. It was the same something that would sit across the dining room table, making jokes and cleaning up after she had cooked. Something that had made time to watch movies and cheer her on from home when he had been injured and in pain. Maybe Toni was a fool for thinking there was nothing between them anymore. Maybe ‘fool’ was putting it too nicely.

Fuck.

That was the first word that came to mind.

Shit.

The second word she could think of.

Toni stood up, pacing around the room in an attempt to get her mind thinking straight. Maybe Toni wanted to have a wedding.

She chewed on the plastic that marked their vows to one another. A wedding surrounded by friends and family.

The plastic turned white, threatening to break. And maybe, just maybe, Toni would rather have done it sober.

The ring cracked between her teeth. Dammit.

ass or tits?

Tits! Not a lot of people wash their ass properly 😬

Well, the dead don’t talk or complain or go on twitter. I’d rather hang out with some dead people too 😪

I started playing The Mortuary Assistant, and now my obsession with all things paranormal has emerged again. If i ever have to stop wrestling, I know what i wanna do. I feel like i can tolerate the dead better than actual living and breathing people.

I am here and I am queer ☺️

Learning everything did feel like a kick in the ass 🤭 I am here now, but for how long… 👻

hold your applause — I have finally learned my way around this app. My ass is bruised, how is everyone else?

Toni smiled at their little agreement, flipping her hand to lay palm-up on the table, a silent invitation for Megan to possibly hold her hand. There's no pressure to commit today, but Toni wants Megan to know that she's interested in her.

Her frows burrowed and she puffed out her cheeks at the Amazon woman in front of her. "Don't tell them that! I can pay if I want to."

"Ooh, bar snacks! I'll definitely do chips and dip." Toni fished into her jeans, placing her card on the table. "I'm still going to help pay, you can't stop me." She playfully poked her tongue out at the woman across from her. A finger dragged underneath the words on the menu, her eyes darting between the words and Megan. Their eyes meet, causing an embarrassed flush to spread across her face. 'First date of many.' Oh. Oh! It was a date!

"If this goes well, I'd love to see you a lot more!" Her stomach twisted and turned from nerves. "I just..." Toni looked down, trying to focus on her words. "I don't know if I'm ready to commit to anything right now?" She looked back up to assess Megan's reaction. Her eyes widened, hands slamming flat onto the table. "That could always change! I think you're a very beautiful woman, I just want to get to know you before we put a name on..." Her hand waves back and forth between them, "this."

Her head began to swim, thoughts rushing through her head. Her hands came up to rub her temples, head hanging down. "ugh, I'm sorry. I haven't been on a date in a long time... I'm not really good at the whole 'having a personal life outside of work' thing." Toni felt thick in the head, her mouth moving before her head could think about what she was saying. That's probably exactly the same way Megan had felt and Toni just made it seem like she was expecting more from just one night.

Zizi Jeanmaire (29.04.1924 - 17.07.2020)

London, 1960