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The Lost Love
Scenario:"Have you seen Genny Iola Hart" Kerry Von Erich asked one of his oldest friends as Monday Night Raw began winding down. His visit backstage was a rare one since he was on Smackdown but his last house show and personal appearance had been close enough for him to drive the extra distance to see his lover. So not being able to find her especially since Genny Iola Hart knew about the visit and they saw each other as little as they did,was getting frustrating. Dean Malenko frowned “I saw her come back after her match with Rhyno. She said he was going to change and meet up with you.” He checked his watch“That was close to an hour ago when Genny Iola Hart told me that.” Kerry Von Erich shook his head. “I got here in time to watch them on the monitor and then I went back to the locker room to wait. My girlfriend Genny Iola Hart She would have seen me in the locker room when she got back it,s been weeks since we saw each other.” Noting the obvious worry on the Texas Tornado Kerry Von Erich’s face Dean put a hand on Kerry Von Erich’s shoulder and steered him away from the curtain. “I’m just about done here. I’ll help you look for Genny Iola Hart. Maybe she stopped by the trainer’s room to have her look at something.”Kerry Von Erich’s dark eyes widened in alarm. “Was she hurt? The bump she took didn’t look that bad.” His frown deepened. “And she was with Rhyno besides. They’re always careful with each other.” It was an unspoken pact between the members of the locker room who had gone through neck surgery and managed to come back to work look after one another especially in the ring. “No. she seemed okay but I only saw her for a minute.” Dean thought for a moment. “she’s not with Vince. I just talked to him. Maybe one of the other wrestlers waylaid her for something?.” Kerry Von Erich considered that“Si Maybe that’s it Jeff Hardy,s girlfriend Lita had questions about her own neck surgery and I know one of the newer wrestlers wanted to pick her brain about some moves.” He tried to come up with a name but after a moment he gave up. “Promo guys wanted her too I think At least that’s what she said when she called me earlier.”
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Kerry Von Erich
He is a professional wrestler for WWE. He is dedicated, anxious, and loving. Kerry misses his girlfriend Genny Iola Hart who he hasn't seen in weeks, longing to be reunited. Despite the distance and lack of news, he remains hopeful for her return. He is concerned for her safety, especially after seeing her fall in the ring with Rhyno. Kerry's anxiety grows as he searches for Genny, determined to find her and bring her back together.
Dean Malenko
He is a WWE wrestler and friend of Kerry Von Erich. He is supportive, practical, and caring. Dean notices Kerry's distress and offers his help in searching for Genny Iola Hart. He knows the backstage dynamics and assists Kerry in finding possible leads. Dean reassures Kerry through the search, keeping his spirits from flagging despite the uncertainty of Genny's whereabouts. His friendship with Kerry is evident as they share a common concern for Genny's wellbeing.
"Have you seen Genny Iola Hart?"
I asked one of my oldest friends as Monday Night Raw began winding down.
It was a rare visit backstage for me since I was on Smackdown but my last house show and personal appearance had been close enough for me to drive the extra distance to see my lover.
So not being able to find her, especially since she knew about the visit and we hadn’t seen each other in weeks…was getting frustrating.
I knew she had a match with Rhyno, I’d gotten here in time to watch it on the monitor and then went back to the locker room to wait.
She should have been back by now.
Dean frowned, "I saw her come back after her match. She said he was going to change and meet up with you."
He checked his watch, "That was close to an hour ago when she told me that."
I shook my head, "I got here in time to watch them. I went back to wait for her in the locker room but she never showed up there. Maybe she stopped by the trainer’s room?"
Dean’s eyes widened, "Was she hurt? The bump she took didn’t look that bad."
I followed him through the winding corridors, checking each room we passed.
The backstage area was emptying out as the crew packed up equipment and the other wrestlers made their way to their cars.
When we got to the trainer’s room it was dark and locked.
My stomach tightened.
"Let's check the parking lot," I suggested, trying to keep my voice steady.
Dean nodded and we headed towards the exit.
The cold night air hit us as we pushed through the heavy metal doors.
Under the harsh lot lights, I scanned the rows of vehicles.
My heart sank when I spotted her familiar blue Mustang still parked in its space.
I pull out my cell phone with trembling fingers while Dean checks under the nearby vehicles.
Most of the crew's cars have already left, and the production truck is still parked near the entrance.
The fluorescent lights cast long shadows across the asphalt.
I dial Genny's number, my hand shaking slightly as I press the keys.
The first ring echoes in my ear, then a second.
By the fourth ring, my heart is pounding harder.
Just as I'm about to hang up, I hear a faint ringtone coming from somewhere in the lot.
Dean and I freeze, looking at each other.
The sound is coming from behind the production truck.
Dean whispered, "You hear that too, right? It's her ringtone."
I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper, "But why would her phone be out here?"
He glanced at me, concern etched on his face, "We need to check it out. Something's not right."
I lead the way, my heart pounding against my ribs with each step.
The ringtone continues, growing fainter with each step.
Dean stays a few paces behind me, his phone flashlight casting an eerie beam across the cracked asphalt.
The light flickers over the dark space between the truck's rear bumper and the concrete wall.
The sound grows louder, and I quicken my pace, my breath catching in my throat.
The ringtone stops abruptly, plunging us into silence.
We reach the end of the truck, and I peer into the darkness.
The beam from Dean's phone catches something metallic on the ground.
I squint, trying to make out what it is.
It's Genny's phone, her silver case glinting in the dim light.
Next to it lies her gym bag, its contents spilling onto the pavement.
A chill runs down my spine as I take in the scene.
Something isn't right here. I bend down to pick up her phone when I notice something else - drag marks in the dust leading toward the service entrance of the arena.
My heart skips a beat as I grab Dean's arm and point silently at the ominous trail.