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Everything was fine. The money was coming in through movie deals and Playboy covers. People were getting boosted up the rosters, perhaps the roster split hadn't been such a bad idea after all. There were weddings, babies, deaths and divorces. Everything comes back to you eventually

It's like that old cliché. Things weren't always what they seemed

Some were dead from the inside out. Hollow. That's what they'd become. You could see it in their eyes. There was nothing fizzling inside their heads but mouldy memories and sadness at what had been. Tears that gathered inside of them.

But they smiled and they worked. They wrestled for their ravenous fans. They had to. It was all they lived for. The lost. Sucked of joy with nothing left to accomplish, nothing left to win. Empty

It was a silent cry that went up. No one said anything and no one prayed. No one told the others how they felt. They said they were fine when asked and smiled, nodding their heads to emphasise. But people knew.

Then someone heard their cry. Someone who was always watching. That was when things started to change.