Parents. They warn you about sleeping around, about one night stands and usually you'd listen right? Ashley was a girl who had everything from her parents as well as her brother, until she made one fatal mistake. . Twenty three years old now...
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Rynae's outfit (above)
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-the following Saturday, skipping Raw, one day before Wrestlemania XXX-
Dean Ambrose•
'I fucking hate New Orleans traffic.' I slapped the steering wheel with my palm in frustration before rolling down the window in order to ease the current heat in the car.
'Daddy, I too hot.' Just as I'd done so my daughter, from the back seat of the rental I took, decided to remind me of the sweltering days heat as we sit here aimlessly in traffic.
'I know princess, just wait a while, I've put the AC on and rolled down the windows.' I pleaded, silently begging for her not to become restless, because I had no idea how long we'd be stuck in this traffic.
I knew exactly why we were stuck in traffic. It's three in the afternoon and I'm planning to drive past the Superdome, just because I wanted to take Rynae to a park which a employee at the hotel recommended last night, considering it's a nice afternoon. What a mistake on my part.
I should've guessed that the seventy-five thousand people aren't just coming from Louisiana. . they come from all over. And that means that most arrive a day or days before. They take up hotels and possibly somewhere if they have relatives. But with all the extra people, it's created chaos.
I just wanted a peaceful last afternoon before Wrestlemania after being at the arena at six this morning to run over a few rough patches with management along with Seth and Rome.
'Daddy?' Rynae piped up after a good five minutes as I dimmed the radio. 'Why is a lady at window, she waving at me, but it not mommy?'
I to no surprise replied with a rather stern what before looking out both of the back seat windows as we were in stand still traffic. And my daughter was correct.
Accept there were two women. One middle aged lady waving a booklet in her hands and another whom I presumed to be her teenage daughter who was jumping up and down to point at her Shield t-shirt.
How embarrassing?
'Ignore them Nae, they don't understand that we are normal people.' I said maturely after rolling down my passenger window. I looked at them with the tinge from my sunglasses making my vision darker.
'Oh my god! Dean! I love you Dean!' The teenage girl had to be no older than fifteen, I was almost double her age.
'Please, sign our stuff, my daughter is a huge fan of you!' The woman yelled confirming my suspicions, unbeknownst to them I rolled my eyes.
