Ch 2 "Wandy"

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It was getting to the point where everybody was getting on my nerves being all in my face.

Edge had to scoop me up out of Kurt's bag and back to the break room. Kurt followed us as he was peeling a tangerine. He ripped open a piece and tried to put in my mouth.

KURT: Open up..Say AH!

ME:.....nah

Hell naw I wasn't finna eat it, seeing all that dirt under his finger nails. Another wrestler, Shawn Michaels came in with more tangerines. It started to turn into a damn petting zoo. All this petting and feeding and shit......

Fi alky when I say, there was a kick at the door, making it smack against the wall and then the rise of the sunlight from outside gleamed across the room. I heard boots bristle on the rug and a gear bag ruffled its way in.


Well whattaya know....It was Randy.

KURT & SHAWN: *sees him*

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KURT & SHAWN: *sees him*

The moment he arrived, he gasped at me with all smiles and in return, I slapped my legs constantly with excitement while Edge was holding me

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The moment he arrived, he gasped at me with all smiles and in return, I slapped my legs constantly with excitement while Edge was holding me.

RANDY: Put her down Edge...put her down man let her come to me

I remembered Randy with a greased wavy cut, buffed yet broad physique. He looked intimidating by his size but it never overshadowed of how sweet he was towards me. And one thing about Randy, was the man always smelt so damn good. His fragrance was strong and rich like Robusta beans, I could just smell him from miles away.

I began to squirm out of Edge's arms.

"Waney...," I slapped my thighs.

"Nooooo don't leave me," Edge pleaded.

SHAWN: I have some of this skin on the tangerine I should take off and maybe she'll eat it...

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