As her music started to play, she took a deep breath and stepped onto the stage.
*here goes nothing…*
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He was backstage, halfway through his pre-match preparations when he heard her music start up.
*What the hell is she doing out there… without her husband??? Could she…*
He shook himself out of that line of thought – hope only brought back the pain of her rejection. He’d obviously been wrong – he’d thought she’d enjoyed their kiss and that it had meant as much to her as it had to him. But he’d been wrong.
With a sigh, he went to turn off the monitor, until he heard her first words. Now he was interested and all the hope he’d tried to suppress came flooding back.
“Chris
Jericho…”
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