My Long Lost Daughter

My Long Lost Daughter

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I am a 32 year old professional wrestler. I recently got married to the love of my life, Galina Becker-Anoa'i, and the mother of wonderful 6 year old daughter, Joelle Anoa'i. I wrestle for WWE with my two best friends, Colby Lopez (Seth Rollins) and Jonathan Good (Dean Ambrose). All three of us had been in a group together for almost two years, The Shield. We were the most dominate, most powerful trio in the history of WWE. Then Seth turned on us to become part of The Aurthority. And that's where this story begins. The story of My Long Lost Daughter. The daughter I never knew I had. A spinoff of My Best Friend's Daughter.
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A sexy chuckle from a man came quietly from behind me and I tensed noticeably. "What are you doing back here? No one is aloud back here but WWE members." I winced, too scared to turn around to face the man behind me. "Uhh looking for my dumb-ass friend who dragged me back here, well she ran back here and I followed but either way my dumb-ass friend is somewhere back here and soo yeah. Please don't call security . . ." I shrugged. "On me anyway." The guy laughed. "I won't call security," I sighed in relief, "now why don't you turn around so we can introduce each other, and also its rude to talk to someone with your back turned." I sighed and slowly turned around to face the guy, hesitantly looking up from the floor, I stopped breathing at the sight of him. 'Oh god . . .' Dean Ambrose . . .

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