New York City Friends

Season 2, Episode 10: Yay For You, But Yay For Me Too

Starring~ Michelle McCool, Ashley Massaro, Candice Michelle, and Torrie Wilson.

New York City can surprise you at any second, but the call I got on the morning of the first week of November was the biggest surprise yet. Mark called me to tell me that he had returned to the city a couple of days ago.

The two met up outside of Mark's neighborhood, they went for a quick soft pretzel at the vender around the corner. "See, I knew that goodbye we had 6 months ago wouldn't be the last one," Mark told her, with that same voice she just loved hearing.

"Of course I knew that too, I mean, who the hell leaves this city for anything else! I mean we all say we will once in a while, but we don't actually ever mean it, this is New York honey," Michelle exclaimed as she laughed along with him. A laugh they hadn't shared in what seemed to be forever.

Mark nodded and his laugh soon changed into a serious tone. "So anything new with you? You're Michelle, something is always going on in your life," Mark teased as he waited for her to respond.

I didn't know whether or not to tell him that I was engaged. If he were just a friend I would gladly share the news, but this man wasn't just a friend.

Michelle hesitated as she shook her head, she didn't want to say 'no', because she didn't want to lie to her best friend. "Well, what about you," Michelle asked. After all, Michelle already knew that he was probably still with Victoria and nothing else could really shock her, not even if he told her that he also happened to be engaged.

Mark cleared his throat and he adjusted his maroon-red beanie, "You won't believe this, but Victoria and I are actually expecting a baby... the due date is in about 3 months or so," Mark revealed to Michelle.

I felt like I was just hit by some car, my heart turned upside down and I didn't know why. Maybe it was because I just couldn't see Mark as being a father, especially because he told me that he would never want to be a father or maybe it's because I had this crisis that involved me wanting to have a baby with Mark sometime in our past.

Michelle turned to him and she smiled, "Wow! I mean, wow! That's big news... well you win... and by the way, I'm engaged, but thank you for stealing my thunder," Michelle jokingly said as she nudged his arm. But she wasn't joking, a lot of emotions were bubbling and crashing inside of her.

"Who's the guy," Mark asked. Mark also had a lot of emotions in him too, especially after hearing that his ex-wife was engaged exactly a year after getting divorced from him. The two were both just shocking each other left and right.

Michelle didn't hesitate to answer, "Jack! The guy I told you about when we first met. We ran into each other and we realized that maybe we belong together... and so we're engaged," Michelle lovingly said about her fiance as she cuddled into her ex-husband's arm.

"Maybe?" he uttered with a doubtful chuckle.

Michelle looked up, "No actually, not maybe! I'm sure about it, I'm positive, I'm confident, I'm thrilled actually," Michelle replied as she let go of his arm.

I wanted Mark to be sure about it too, because I really cared about his opinion. After all, we did both sink in the same marriage ship in the past and I didn't want to sink again... with him watching on the sidelines with his happy family.

Mark suddenly seemed to be so far away from a woman he called the 'love of his life' and then later 'best friend'. "Victoria, look who I ran into," Mark exclaimed to the mother of his future child as she stood from the staircase of their apartment. Victoria waved to Michelle with a smile and a full belly of life.

Michelle waved back and she then turned to Mark, "I better go, but I'm glad you're back," Michelle told Mark as she walked away. A simple hug and one last glance at Victoria's baby bump was all that Michelle needed to know that she and Mark were no longer the same.

Seeing happy pregnant Victoria and Mark's new paternal side really made me feel something, I just didn't know what it was. I could either be an 'Alanis Morissette' about the situation or I could be an 'Adele' about it.

'Their is no in-between' is what they say, but I was in between the 'Alanis Morissette' and the 'Adele' about the situation. I called up the girls and I announced my wedding day, or at least the month.

"I know when my wedding is going to be! April, a spring wedding, right before Summer comes along for the easy-breezy fun," Michelle exclaimed as she watched the 3 women sit down at the table.

Candice and Ashley looked at each other, they weren't fully on board, but they trusted the decision and they supported by showing a smile. "Easy-breezy? It won't be easy-breezy just to let you know," Candice couldn't help but say.

Torrie on the other hand, jumped right up with joy. "Oh my god! What day, or what week, beginning of April or late April," Torrie asked as she searched for a ring.

Michelle saw Torrie's eyes wandering around her ring finger, "No ring, no ring yet! But that's not important, the important thing is that now I can actually start planning this wedding," Michelle told Torrie with delight.

"Hmm, no ring yet! What a groom," Candice sarcastically uttered. Michelle carried on as if she didn't hear.

I was being mature like Adele, by not bringing up Mark and making the day about him and his baby. But at the same time, I was being an Alanis Morissette about it by being passive-aggressive and all of a sudden coming up with a wedding date for April.

"So what about you guys," Michelle asked as she looked over the menu.

Ashley shook her head, "Nothing! And by the way, we're not wearing matching bridesmaid's dresses! We're not f*cking Destiny's Child, we can't pull off matching shit," Ashley notified Michelle as she laughed. Ashley slipped Dwayne right under the rug, she hadn't told them about him yet and she wasn't planning on anytime soon.

Candice turned to Torrie, "Well nothing's going on with me! My life's still a mess, but what about you Torrie," Candice asked Torrie as she too looked over her menu.

Both Candice and Ashley were hiding a stain on the carpet with some obvious rug. Candice never told us about Cody and Ashley never told us about Dwayne.

Torrie was overwhelmed with joy and she sure got the women's attention. "Well, my article comes out today! Well, the magazine, but my name is even on the front cover... it's in small print and it's in the bottom corner, but it's there," Torrie notified them.

Ashley smiled, "Haven't read it yet, but the issue came in my mail today, I'll make sure to read it later," Ashley promised Torrie.

"Thank you! You know, I'm shocked none of you have anything else going on in your life! Michelle you always have at least two problems going on and Candice, really, nothing to share," Torrie questioned them as she went to order.

Later that day, Ashley went over to Dwayne's for a little sexual escapade. It seemed like they would always just cruise on his bed after finishing, but Dwayne's life was calling and he wanted Ashley out the door as quickly as possible.

Dwayne caught his breath after a good hour of sex and then quickly got up afterwards, "Hey, my friends are coming over any second now! So you should probably leave," Dwayne told her as he put on a t-shirt.

Ashley didn't think he was being serious, after all, he's never kicked her out of his place in the long weeks of them sleeping together. Inside she was freaking, hoping he'd tell her to stay instead for some mingling with his cool basketball friends, but instead he shoved her towards the bathroom.

Ashley was beginning to feel like a dirty hooker, not because she was sleeping around with this man, but because he just pushed her away as if she were some shameful prop in his secret life that nobody knew of.

"Hey Dway! You up there," a man's voice called out as he and his posse got closer and closer to the bedroom's door. The footsteps of the men could be heard as they walked up the stairs, their muffled laughs also rang in the ears of the secret lover's.

Dwayne rushed to put on his clothes, but putting on some gym shorts wasn't too hard. Ashley on the other hand, had a long way to get ready. Dwayne could tell Ashley didn't know what to do, he grabbed her by the waist and he pushed her into the bathroom. "Sshhh, just sneak out through the back or something! I'll call you or you call me, but not today," He whispered to her as he threw her stuff in the bathroom too.

"I'll be out there! Damn, let me just get ready," Dwayne yelled to his friends. The bedroom door was locked and he was very grateful for that.

They knocked just to mock him, "You mean get 'unready'! Turn off your porn and come out," They yelled as their laughs faded away.

Being thrown into the bathroom and being kicked out of a man's place is the lowest of the lows. That's when you know, that you're a whore... or at least considered a whore by him.

On the other side of New York, Torrie went over to Punk's place. She wanted to get some good friend to friend quality time, plus, Brock was out of town for a business trip.

"So, where's your man," Punk asked Torrie as he gave her a welcoming hug.

Torrie walked in and sat on his couch, "He's off on a business trip! Where's your woman... I mean, your women," Torrie asked as Punk sat next to her.

"What's that supposed to mean? I don't sleep around just to let you know, I enjoy sexual intercourse, but that's not my life 24/7," Punk notified her as he shrugged.

Torrie laughed, "Okay, I'm not saying that is! However, time after time I see a different woman walk out of your apartment," Torrie teased him about.

Punk got up abruptly, "What's the deal? I judge you for obsessing over love and romance, you get mad... but then you judge me for having sex! How hypocritical," Punk abruptly called her out on.

Punk was right, Torrie was right too. The both had different views, something that's always acted as the fire between these two.

Torrie chuckled, "Oh my god, calm down! I was just joking, you know I don't judge you! I used to and you did too, but that's what makes us good friends, we're complete opposites, yet we share and listen to our distinct problems," Torrie reminded him.

Punk shook his head and turned away, "Torrie, I f*cking can't stand love and the monogamous relationship shit, but I always sit down to listen to your bullshit problems! For the sake of god, open your eyes, Brock obviously is busy living his life and you hold no part in that life of his... it's obvious and it's always the same with you, you give it your all and you expect him to do the same and then you cry about it, yet you stay with him... but he doesn't and I don't think he ever will, hate to break it to you," Punk let it all out as he walked to his kitchen.

Punk spoke the truth, some hated him for that, including Torrie when she first met him. However, the harsh honesty from a tattooed man's point of view grew on her over time... this time however, it was a little to harsh and honest.

Torrie followed him into the kitchen, "You don't judge! You just judged me right now! Brock loves me and yes I stick by him, but maybe it's because I believe something good will come out of it," Torrie yelled back.

"Oh please! You judge me too, don't bullshit me! You flirt with me and you try to get with me, but then you f*cking take off with your old boyfriend and then forget about me! You never bother to hear about my problems, cause in your mind they're all silly," Punk roared as he threw his frustrated hands in the air.

Torrie turned to him, "Because I'm uncomfortable with a mid-30 year old man bringing a new chick every day to sleep with! I've heard that story a million times and quite frankly, I don't know what else to tell you," Torrie admitted as she walked away.

"Well I've heard your story a million times too, but I still bother to care! Some 30 year old single hopeful woman, living life to the fullest with her girlfriends even though her dating life is a mess... it's called Sex And The City and I f*cking hate that show, never thought I'd be friend's with some Carrie Bradshaw bitch, yet here I am trying," Punk yelled as he watched Torrie walk out of his apartment. "Oh and at least I have women who bother to actually come to my apartment, when's the last time I've seen your Brock Lesnar come around," Punk yelled.

Torrie walked away and she didn't bother to get the last word in.

Punk wasn't a fan of love, while Torrie wasn't a fan of truth.

Candice didn't want to hear the 'unheard'. Like Cody uttering the word 'love' to her, it scared her and she wanted no part in it.

Instead of doing her shopping at Barneys New York alone, Candice decided to take Cody with her. As her young wingman.

"You know, I really like this shirt, but it's too 'spring-like'! I want something that gives off a 'almost-winter, but still-fall' vibe, you know," Candice went on about as she put the 257 dollar blouse back away.

Cody didn't know anything about anything in that store, "I don't know actually! But do you know what I do know... is that I love you, I really love you and I've realized that," Cody insisted into her ear as he grabbed her hand.

Candice pushed him away, "Love? I think you mean that you 'really like me', but not love, come on," Candice told him as she kept looking around the store.

All Candice wanted was to shop at Barneys New York, but here she had a man wanting to buy her heart... which was not up for sale.

Cody stayed quite, he felt awkward, but he thought it wouldn't hurt to try. "Okay, maybe not love, but I want you to be my girlfriend," Cody asked her as he tried grabbing her hand again.

Candice cringed on the inside, "Girlfriend? I'm sorry, but I'm no girl and even then... no! I mean, this thing we have is just a friendship with benefits," Candice insisted as she took off to the dressing room.

Candice had no plans on putting up her heart for sale, not right now, maybe never really...

After booking a wedding planner, I told Jack, but I couldn't afford to tell anybody else... mostly because any second I could lose that wedding planner, quite frankly I literally just couldn't afford it.

Jack invited Michelle to his apartment, expecting them to just have a simple conversation. "I booked a wedding planner! Since our wedding is April, I mean, I know we still have about 5 months, but I don't want to do everything last minute," Michelle told him as she watched him go through his mail on the table.

He froze, "Michelle, how much is this wedding planner? I thought we agreed on nothing too big," Jack reminded her as he put the mail down.

Michelle shrugged, "Well, she charges about 150 an hour and I plan on meeting her maybe once a week... so about 3000 dollars in total... plus I guess the other expenses, like flowers and a dress and what not," Michelle said as she realized that didn't sound so good.

Jack took off his glasses and looked up at Michelle, "That is way too much! I understand some of the expenses, I mean, by all means spends thousands on a beautiful wedding dress... but don't over-spend on everything else, their needs to be a budget," Jack warned her about.

Michelle stayed silent, the kitchen stayed in silence. "Okay," she finally whispered.

So after only having the wedding planner booked for less than a few hours, I called her to cancel... again.

Michelle finally sat on her fiance's lap and she patted him on the back. "Hey, don't worry, I won't go crazy over this... at least I'll try. I'll cancel the wedding planner, I'll have Torrie help me out instead... but expect for my wedding dress to cost quite a lot... I'm thinking Vera Wang," Michelle teased Jack as she laughed and kissed him on the cheek.

Jack laughed and he subtly looked across the kitchen, where a ring waiting to be put on her finger hid. He was too nervous to show it to her, so the ring hid inside the jar, waiting to finally be put on her ring. Jack too had his fears.

I wondered, did Jack have fears about this too?

Down on the Lower East Side, Torrie rushed to a local newsstand to purchase her December issue of Elle.

"Hello mam, is this all you plan on purchasing," The guy at the counter said as he watched Torrie's innocent face light up with excitement.

Torrie nodded, "Yes, just this," Torrie said as she put her money on the counter. While waiting for him to scan the item, she couldn't help but to show off a little. "I actually wrote a little article in here, see my name's even on the front cover!"

The bald man chuckled and nodded in approval, "Is that so! Well, the least I can do is give to you for free... because I don't read those fashion magazines," He admitted as he handed Torrie the 5 dollar bill she gave to him.

"Oh, I'm sure somebody in this fashion obsessed city will read it, but thank you," Torrie said as she happily took the magazine with her. "Have a good one mam," the bald man said.

Before Torrie could leave, a woman stopped her, "Hey, I have the magazine right here! Now that I know it's you, I'll gladly read it... I usually just look at the pictures of the models," The woman with the heavy Brooklyn accent admitted as she smoked her cigarette.

Torrie usually hated cigarettes and newsstands were always infested with that smoking smell, but she didn't mind this time. In that small little corner of such big city, Torrie felt adored by her 'fans'.

"I'll read it too, I don't mind spending a couple dollars," The man in line said, "As long as you sign it," he added. Sooner than later, three other people wanted her to sign their copy and Torrie felt the love.

Torrie wanted to call Brock to tell him about the moment, but she remembered that he was away on a business trip... but that didn't dim her star. She called Michelle, Ashley, and Candice. Gushing over it with them instead, but in the back of her mind... she also wanted to gush over it with Punk.

Ashley felt far from adored. After finally getting herself dressed, she sneaked out for the backdoor in hopes that Dwayne's friends wouldn't catch her.

She quietly unlocked the door and out she went, but her sweater's pocket got caught on the door handle. "Hey, woah! Who is this lady," one of the guys said as he checked Ashley out.

Ashley was mortified, but she waved with an awkward smile. "Hello, how are you," She said, but he didn't buy.

"Is Dwayne f*cking you and not telling us! Well, hey, come and join the party," He insisted as he grabbed Ashley by the arm.

Ashley was petrified, but she secretly wanted to join the little housewarming party. She was secretly wanting to meet Dwayne's cool friends.

Dwayne froze, "Ashley," Dwayne uttered as he moved uneasily on the couch.

Ashley chuckled to ease the uncomfortable tension, "I was invited, by your friend over here," Ashley said as she awkwardly walked to the nearby stool.

"Yeah man, don't worry! Are you two like banging, because I'm sure this chick isn't the only one... knowing Dwayne, I'm not surprised he didn't tell us! You two are secret lovers aren't you," He asked as he handed Ashley a beer.

Ashley ignored the comment and she sipped her beer away. Dwayne turned back to look at her, but she didn't even give him one glance.

The two weren't technically in a relationship and Ashley understood that they were simply just having sex with no commitment. However, a woman has feelings and her's were unfortunately hurt.

Candice earlier rejected Cody's idea of her being his girlfriend, but she wanted to make it up to him by at least showing up to the club he mentioned over at the Meatpacking District.

She rolled up in the cab, looking out, with the same bun she wore to the previous club the two went to at the Bronx. Near the entrance, Cody stood, with Becky only feet away from him. Although the two weren't talking, they obviously had many mutual friends... all young and oh so smooth.

All laughing with drinks in their hands, even Becky seemed nice on that night... so Candice had no reason to show her up and ruin that fun for the group.

Candice was over the silly Becky rivalry, she was over Cody too. She never had feelings for him anyway, in reality she just enjoyed his comfort in a time when she was so empty and in need of it.

"Actually, can you take me to Wu Liang Ye instead. It's in West 48th Street," Candice told the cab driver as she continued to watch Cody through the window.

Candice felt like jumping out of the cab to join the group for a raving time, but she needed to let go of that unrealistic image. "F*ck I need to fix myself... on my own," Candice reassured herself as the cab drove away from the club.

She sure needed help, but maybe a young guy like Cody wasn't the little pill she was desperately in need of. Maybe, only she could help herself out and only she could work on herself for the better.

After spending my day looking at wedding dresses on Google, I headed to Mark's apartment for a little dinner thing he had invited me to.

"The food smells nice," Michelle told Victoria as she sat across from her at the table.

Victoria smiled, "Thank you! I've just recently started cooking and so far I haven't burned our kitchen," Victoria joked about as she laughed.

"Oh, yeah, I would probably burn the whole city trying to cook," Michelle jokingly teased back, but she wasn't exaggerating either.

After a couple more laughs, forced ones, the room went silent. They ate and from time to time you could hear their eating utensils hit their plates as they put them down for a drink.

It was an uncomfortable situation, it's tough being friends with your ex-husband and his new woman... well it wasn't, until I found out they were expecting a child, then suddenly I couldn't behave normally around them.

"You know, I'm so happy for you two! I just find it really shocking, but nonetheless happy," Michelle told them as she smiled.

Victoria held onto her belly, "Yeah, I mean, even we still find it pretty miraculous, but here we are 3 months away from having the little thing," Victoria said with this sweet maternal radiance coming out of her.

Mark interrupted, "What's even more shocking is that you're headed down the aisle again... this time with Jack," Mark admitted as he chuckled.

Mark obviously had a problem with the news of Jack and I marrying, but I turned the other cheek.

Michelle forcibly laughed, "Okay, funny! Anyway, any baby names, do you know the gender yet," Michelle asked, trying to change the subject, but also curious about these things.

Victoria shook her head, "Actually, we want to be surprised! As for names, well that's a bit tricky... we still haven't decided, a long list, yet we still have no idea," Victoria said as she laughed and held onto Mark's hand.

"When did you decide to finally give into Jack's words? From what I heard, he deeply broke you and you wanted nothing to do with him ever again, but apparently you're somehow deciding to marry him after his second proposal," Mark again added in.

Michelle had a bad taste in her mouth and it wasn't the food Victoria cooked up. "Well, I don't know Mark, maybe we can have that conversation for another time... Anyway, what about you two, any plans on marrying," Michelle asked.

Unlike the baby questions, I didn't want to hear their response on marriage, but I had to find a way to change the subject. I wasn't going to argue with Mark, not in front of his future baby's mother.

Mark jumped in to answer, "Why marry? We have a strong love and a marriage would just complicate that, the most important thing is love and we have that," Mark responded as he held onto Victoria's hand with a tighter grip. "I'm surprised you're even marrying again! I thought we learned something together from our marriage, you know, I just don't understand," Mark admitted.

Michelle wiped her mouth and she graciously got up, "You know, I have to go! Thank you so much for the dinner, it was lovely! I hate that you went there Mark, I tried not saying anything, but I should just leave instead," Michelle said as she shook Victoria's hand.

"And speaking of marriage! I'm actually leaving because I have wedding dresses to look at... Vera Wang to be specific," Michelle said as she headed for the door.

"Fancy, I like it! But this late," Victoria asked.

Michelle turned around and shrugged, "It's never too late! Plus, it's Vera Wang, I've been looking forward to this all day! Have a nice night you two, bye Mark," Michelle said as she closed the door.

In my mind, I knew I couldn't afford a baby... or a Vera Wang dress. But off I went, for a delusional night that I still seemed to believe in.

Torrie later went over to Punk's place again, she wanted to apologize... but mostly, she wanted somebody to hear her read her article out loud.

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry, I need to not judge you for enjoying and having sexual intercourse! Your lifestyle is no less important than mine, we both are just different and that's fine," Torrie told Punk as she stood in front of his door with her magazine in one hand.

Punk chuckled, "It's fine! Just know that that's my life and your life is about romance and flowers and chocolates... and I used to hate people like you, but I've come to understand why some desire that," Punk replied as he opened the door for her to come in.

The two met halfway.

"Look, I need to be comfortable whenever you talk about sex... because I want you to talk about it with me, that's what friends are for! But you also need to understand my womanly point of view... which is why I'll be reading the article I wrote and you better listen, it came out today-," Before Torrie could finish, Punk pulled out the same exact December issue of Elle.

"I know, it came out today! I went for a little walk around the block, got a hot-dog near the newsstand and remembered about your big day," Punk said as he gave her a smile.

Torrie felt something jump inside of her, it wasn't romantic feelings, she was just that happy to have such a great friend.

Torrie sat next to him and she opened the magazine to the page that held her article, "Okay, let me start reading and feel free to ask questions and do commentary," Torrie teased as she began to read word for word.

That same night, on the other side of the city. Ashley was swimming in uncharted territory with her f*ck-buddy. Dwayne was just there for sex and Ashley got that through her head, but she was beginning to feel a drag between the two. Sleeping with a Knicks player gave her confidence, but being the other woman he just sleeps around with and hides made her feel like shit.

Dwayne was a little drunk, he was surrounded by his closest, all whom were apart of the NBA world. Ashley watched from the corner, with a drink in her hand and an open ear to hear anything that went on in this world she's never been apart of.

"Hey sweet thing! I heard Dwayne's just banging you, with no strings attached! Maybe you can make the same deal with me," the man with the beanie said, another fellow teammate of Dwayne's.

Ashley turned around without giving him an answer.

"Oh come on, I'll f*ck you good," he said as he wrapped his hands around her waist. "Get the f*ck away from me," Ashley yelled as she pushed him away.

Seconds ago she was the invisible girl and now she was the center of attention, but not for good reasons.

The whole room turned to Ashley, but the man was smart enough to step away from Ashley to remain unnoticed. "I have to go, have a great time fellas," Ashley exclaimed, trying to act cool, calm, and collected.

Ashley felt like staying, but Dwayne obviously didn't want her there from the start and she didn't fit in to begin with. The windows reflected a very dark night sky, so she had to go home anyway.

Under that same dark night sky, I felt so dark in a very light-white dress. It wasn't Vera Wang, because I was unaware that you had to make an appointment to purchase a dress from them. So I went to Kleinfeld Bridal on 110 West 20th Street.

Michelle stood in the white fancy room, where the hundreds of dresses surrounded her. One wedding dress caught her eye in particular, it was an ivory gown with no straps and it wrapped around her breast and hips perfectly, the wedding dress had beads of pearls that went down and faded into beautiful ruffles of silk. The back of the dress was cut and exposed her entire back, but it fell beautifully to the floor.

Michelle looked up and she felt infinite, or maybe the day full of surprises felt that way. All overwhelming and all so complicated.

"This one's is it, I can feel it," Michelle told the lady as she twirled in the white ivory beauty.

The lady smiled and put her hand over her heart, "Aww! Such a lovely unforgettable moment when a bride finds her dress! I'll be back, let me just run a total on your purchase," the lady with the blazer on said as she walked away to the back room.

I was far from lonely, yet I still had the fear of losing certain people. The more I thought about it, the more it suffocated me.

"F*ck," Michelle said under her breath as she looked at herself in the mirror. Michelle cried out as her knees shook. She could hear herself thinking, but she couldn't feel anything. She was nauseous and instantly had to fall on her knees to catch a break.

"Oh god, what am I doing," Michelle cried as she sat in her puddle of tears with the dress still on her.

Underneath the starry night skies in a beautiful wedding dress, a tornado seemed to be rumbling inside of me with mixed emotions. I loved Jack and I wanted to marry him, but I feared the chances of me growing apart from them into a completely different life. Some having babies already like Mark and others getting married like me, it's something that should be celebrated... yet there I was crying in a 1,500 wedding dress.

Special Guest Stars~ Mark 'Undertaker' Calaway, 'Victoria' Marie Varon, Dwayne Johnson, CM Punk, Cody Rhodes, and Jack Swagger.

Written & Created By Jonathan N.

Published On November 14, 2015.