3rd Person POV:

The looker room was deserted when the door opened to let a figure slink over to the green and black duffle bag sitting on the bench. From the shadows the figure was able to peek into the bag an see that there was a unassuming note book, when they grabbed it and saw that it was poetry they gave a wicked smirk before slinking back out the door heading down the hall to find the ones in the poems.

Undertaker & Kane:
Undertaker was in the showers when he heard the door squeak open thinking nothing of it because he shares the room with Kane but when he didn't hear the bumping and cursing that usually comes with Kanes's entrance into a room. He slowly peaked around the corner while the shower was still running but saw no one but a piece of paper on his duffle seeing nothing he went back to finish his shower. When he was done Kane was actually in the room looking at the paper with both if their names on it. While he was getting dressed Kane was picking the paper "What's with this note?" Taker shrugged "Not sure. I heard the door open and thought it was you at first but when I didn't hear anything I looked an saw no one so thought nothing of it. Are you going to open the stupid thing?" Kane shrugged before opening to read and almost dropped it when he was done but Taker was able to catch it and read it himself

"The whispers behind closed doors and to one another in the streets,

They all heard the rumors and stories about the deadman and the devil's favorite demon,

None believe until they hear the screams and howls in the night,

they see the handy work in the morning and pray to any god who would listen,

but instead the deadman himself hears and lets the fun begin for all."

-A

Both men looked at one another nor sure what to think but very sure who wrote it. They went hunting for an certain women.

Randy:

As he was getting closer to his door he noticed someone slip out before he could get his hands on them they were gone. He slowly opened the door no sure what was on the other side but all there was a paper with his name on his duffle, he slowly walked over still not sure what it contained. When he opened it all there was these words
"Coiled ready to strike,

Eyes as gray as the noon sky,

The slit so black and beauty,

I would swear it stairs right through our souls,

It makes no sounds as it wonders,

Very few are able to survive.

This legendary killer is ready to strike at any moment,

So beware,

Never look a viper in the eye."

-A

He had a felling who wrote this but not sure why it was here. He decided that he was going to go sister hunting.

Punk:

He was just sitting around doing nothing but reading the latest batman comic when from the corner of his eye he saw a slip of paper get slipped beneath his door. He got up and looked outside to see no one hanging around the hall, he shut the door he picked the pepper up to see the words

"StraigEdge to some it's just a word,

But to me it's my life,

Some look in my direction and laugh with their friends,

Thinking I can't see or hear but their wrong, I ignore their laughter and their jabs for the simple fact that I'm able to choose what goes in my body,

I get to choose I share my body with and I have watched the things 'people' think is cool to do but its just destroying their body from the inside out.

I will enjoy the life while I have it and enjoy it the way I deal with it now."

-A

Punk was touched and wanted to find the writer but not sure where she could possibly be.

Writer:

While the men were looking for the writer the writer herself was tearing the whole locker room apart trying to find her journal almost in tears in frustration whit unable to find it in the room.

Hardys:

Jeff and Matt where on their way back to the hotel room from their lunch when someone bumped into Matt while slipping something into his pocket without an notice before scampering off. Matt was cursing up a storm while Jeff helped him back to his feet, Matt was wiping the dirt from his pants when he felt something in his pocket "What the hell?" He took the object from his pocket to see his and Jeff's name on the paper "Hey Jeff come here." Jeff made his way over to his brother seeing what he needed when Matt motion to the paper when they opened it

"They're the opposite,

One fly highs in the air while the other works from the ground,

They brought joy and new seances of freedom to the people,

They loved jumping from the stair ways of heaven,

They brought a whole new meaning of extrema,

Bright as the sun but spontaneous as a rain storm,

Dark as the moon but sturdy as the earth,

They fought the great fight and meet their match,

They were even but only two survived while the people in the stands chant "Hardyz…Hardyz…Hardyz"

Even if they separated because of jealousy they will always be able to hear the chant Hardys."

-A

They were shocked by the words but they were touched that someone took the time to put into words on how they feel about them. Jeff know who wrote it and decided to grab Matt before going on a hunt for their little writer.

Writer:

When she couldn't find the book in her locker room she started looking through the halls ignore the looks from the other people in the halls and every time she went into a room or around a corner the men who were looking for her would just miss her.

Cena:

John found a note slipped into his hat thinking nothing of it he opened it

"They call me the thug, the leader, and the baby face of the company,

There are people within the company that may hate my power but respect me for all that I have done for the company,

I have showed them all what I can do and how I won't be pushed around and how I will fight to the bitter end."

-A

John knew who the writer was and as he was leaving to find the writer Randy came around the corner telling him that he was looking for her too so they joined forces.

Writer:

When she was looking for the book she came around the corner almost running into a group of people that were hanging around the bulletin bored as she was pushing her way to the front her phone went off.

Zack:

Zack was talking to Sheamus when a stage hand came over handing him a paper thinking it was about his match he opened it while Sheamus looked over his shoulder

"I'm the joke, the one they call the loser, the one everyone laughs at,

Even hearing their whispers almost brining me down but the ones who support me pulling me up and helping me to the top.

Showing them all that I'm not a loser that I'm simple

ZACK!"

-A

Zack grabbed his phone dialing a number from memory "Hey their Ang. Where are you?" "I'm in the way back pushing my way through…" he heard the phone drop the ground and it made him take off. As he was going around the corner he found a huge group of people surrounding Angel and a bulletin bored with a piece of paper on it as he got closer he could see Randy, John, both Hardys and Taker and Kane standing around her reading the paper and as he got closer he could read the paper

"In the dark I can just be done,

I don't have to be happy, laugh, or make jokes,

When I'm in the silence I can let go I can scream and cry,

I don't have to be strong, I just lie their enjoying the nothingness before I have to pull myself out of this silence. All I can feel is the cold no sun or warmth.

Why can't I be here forever?"

-Angel

Angel reached up and tore the paper down pushing her way through going back to her locker room with all of the men following her to find out there answers to the their questions. When they were behind her door she tore the paper apart taking deep breaths before turning to the others "So what can I do for you guys?" None said anything just held out the papers they all received she throw her hands up in the hair swearing underneath her breath looking back down "So what do you think?" Kane and Taker weren't sure what to think but they said they were touched that she wrote a poem about them same with Randy. Punk and Jeff went over to her giving her hugs complementing her on her work and thanking her for the poems. John smiled giving her a thumbs up but Zack surprised them all he gave her a kiss on the cheek "I love the poem." Angel wasn't able to even say anything she was blushing and looking at anything but the men gathered within her room.

(Note: I decided to write some short stories and if you have any thought let me know)