Friday, January 22, 2021
20210122
I worked for World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) and I got to tour with the boys.
I saw Michelle McCool talk on Zoom to family and friends on her laptop. When she picked it up, I saw sticky markings of tape on the bottom of the laptop. I also saw her daughter.
One night, a group of men picked on one of the performers and a fight broke out. Gang versus wrestlers: I could do nothing but watch. At the end, everyone was bruised, but I had to get them on the tour bus and on our way to the next gig. I helped Jeff Hardy sit up as he was lying on a table. There were puncture wounds on his back and another larger one was bleeding heavily. I put pressure on it to stop the bleeding.
On the ground floor of a small mall, some stickers covered the window of a facility. I read a sign at the door saying they'd be starting a WWE training facility here. On the wall, I saw a trophy case with a championship belt and John Cena's chains. I got excited and ran to tell Cookie, while turning back to point at the display. This young man took the chains and ran. I went after him because he was stealing. I ran past Batista and Cena doing a TV interview and I yelled, "they've got Cena's chains!"
I lost his trail a second to find another guy run past me with the belt. I followed him to the parking lot, where he jumped into the same truck as the chain thief.
It was sunset when I followed them to their house. I banged on the door; they opened it. I attacked them, yelling, "you thieves!"
They tried to stop me, yelling "whoa, whoa, whoa! I work for them!" I stopped when a man in a suit rushed in and said that was the truth.
