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Post by dylanblack on Aug 8, 2023 23:12:15 GMT -6
It's late in the evening Wellington Dunne finally returns home after his chat with Raymond James. His plan make a quick dinner, eat, take a shower, and try to get a little sleep before heading to airport to catch his flight to Minnesota.
As he walk to the kitchen he notices his answering machine light is blinking.
"What the hell, I haven't use this is 3 years you the fuck called my house phone?"
Dunne looka perplexed.
"Whatever, let's see what is says. Probably another computer call. I hate those."
Dunne press play on the machine and listens to the messages while rifling through his cabinet looks for something to eat.
"Damn I really need to go to the store and really I'm out of sage. Fuck"
Suddenly a message gets Dunne's attention.
Message - "Hey Dunne? How's it going? You doing Ok? Look I know you are really busy right now so I won't up much of you time. So I now you and James got that Tag Team match and I glad you're representing AXW. Hope you two bring those titles back here But I calling to let you know. Your European Tille match is this Sunday. Look I know it's short notice, but should be fine"
Dunne turns off the machine.
"Fuck."
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