Astrid is at the start of her full time onscreen wwe diva career. she wants to rise to the top as her real raw self. with the help and guidance of her best friend cm punk, with the natural challenges that come with not only being a wwe diva was bein...
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ASTRID
It's been two weeks and Phil has been ignoring me. I'd call or text but got nothing back so he was definitely ignoring me. Which is rude!
So tonight I'm going to see him and ask him what's up with all that because even with him avoiding me, he still has the three guys fighting battles for him. I haven't paid much attention to the show but from what I've heard from Nikki they are 'protecting' Phil. Many others seem to agree but Phil's been denying it.
I'm at Raw right now. The show doesn't start until 8 but they want us here at 2PM so if there is any changes we could know. It's currently 7:45, you can hear the crowd from back here, Raw is about to start soon. I walk down the hall in pursuit of Phil's lockeroom. I see his name on the door and immediately start pointing my fist on the door.
"Phillip Brooks, open this door right now and tell me why you've been avoiding me!" I shout through the door.
It then got quiet. Too quiet.
"Phil I know you're in there, now open the door!" I continue banging on the door using both hands.
After a bit the door finally opens. "The wwe champion CM Punk has no time to deal with, petty little-"
"Move." I order. "Ok." Paul immediately steps to the side, I walk in and look at Phil who is standing there with his hands infront him.
I go to the table picking up muffins and throwing them at him.
"Astrid stop." He says trying to dodge. "Why have you been avoiding me?" I ask calmly still throwing the muffins.
"We need to get to business-" i throw a muffin that hits Paul straight in the face.
"Astrid I'll explain if you-" I throw a next muffin. "Astrid please." He picks up a book blocking his face right before it hits him.
"How are you throwing so straight?!" He exclaims astonished.
"I played baseball in elementary school." I respond, I reach for another muffin but feel crumbs under my finger tips and the place. It's empty.
"You're lucky it's empty, now why have you been avoiding me?" I fold my arms.
"I've been busy with stuff." He tells me. I give him a 'really' look. That was a terrible reasoning. Before he can answer Paul speaks up, "Eh-hem have company."
He points in the direction beside the door. Standing side by side at the wall was the three guys that have been terrorizing wwe for the past two weeks.
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