The Unknown Sender
Just look at that face thought Cody Rhodes as he admired his reflection in the floor mirror. What woman could say no to this face? Look at me, I'm just a pillar of perfection.
Every since Cody Rhodes had won a poll which named him as the 'Most Handsome Wrestler', he'd become more conceited and self-aggrandizing, so much so, that the other Superstars usually avoided talking to him, because he always brought up the subject of his good looks. He couldn't help it that he was blessed with a physique that was cut like a flawless diamond, that he had a chiseled jaw and perfectly arched eyebrows. He couldn't help that women melted like ice cubes in July at his dimpled smile, or that he his eyes were the color of afternoon sky. He was a walking masterpiece.
After reluctantly peeling himself from the mirror, Cody walked confidentally along the corridor where there were a few Superstars, lounging around getting ready for the show. He smirked as he walked past Santino, who was performing some push ups.
"Hey, Santino," said Cody, "Bert from Sesame Street called; He wants his eyebrow back."
Santino shot him a dirty look and muttered something darkly in Italian.
Then there was Layla El, flirting with John Morrison, tracing his eight pack with her well polished fingers. Cody snorted loudly, causing John and Layla to turn in his direction. John thought that just because he resembled a dead 60s rock star, that he was God's greatest gift to women.
"Take a good look at this kisser," said Cody, "Because you never see such a thing of beauty like this ever again."
Disdain marred the faces of both Layla and John. But Cody could see the brooding envy in their eyes. They could only hope to be as dashing as he.
Cody's match that night was against the Big Show. He cringed at the thought of having to wrestle oversized walking sweat gland with his unfathomable BO. He only hoped those large drops of sweat didn't fall on his face.
Just when he was about to make his way to the Gorilla position, one of the backstage agents walked up to him and handed him an envelope. It was one of those fancy envelopes, white with golden leaves printed on it. Curious, Cody ripped over the envelope, revealing a note with neatly slanted handwriting. He read the letter out loud.
Darling Dashing Cody,
There's no easy way to say this, but I've been enamored with you for sometime now. I've been trying to get close to you, but needless to say, my attempts are inaverdently thwarted. Week after week you walk around in those tight come hither wrestling trunks, and flash that "dashing" movie star smile, you big tease. Just the mere thought of you arouses me. I'd like to get to know you better. Why not come to my hotel after Smackdown and I'll show you a good time? The address and room number are on the back of this letter, as well as the room number. There's a key at the bottom of the envelope Hope to see you soon lover boy xoxo
With love,
Your secret admirer
P.S. Make sure you bring some champagne. I'm partial to Dom Perigon
"Wow," said Cody looking at the letter in amazement. He had a secret admirer. But who? It was hard to think who it could be, as nearly all the Divas found him irresistable. Maybe it was Kelly Kelly. She was always giving him a flirtatious smirk and paying him compliments. Or it could be Natalya. She showed every sign of wanting to drop her zero boyfriend, Tyson and get with him.
He reached into the envelope, taking out the key. It was a small, unremarkable silver key. He hoped the secret admirer, whoever she was, was worth being kept in the dark. He put it in the back of his mind, as he had to grace the world with his Greek God like looks.
After the show, Cody consulted his mirror, checking for imperfections, though it was silly to do so; He was perfection personified. He was wearing his best Armani suit and his most expensive cologne. He sprayed his mouth with mint spray once more and departed the Arena, stepping out into the warm summer night.
He looked at the letter and read it once more. The hotel was a half a mile away. He figured he would go to the nearest liquor store before he head there. Getting into his BMW rental, he consulted his smartphone for the nearest liquor store, which happened to be two blocks away.
"Perfect," said Cody, as he drove out of the arena parking lot.
After purchasing the Dom Perigon, Cody pulled up in front of the Four Seasons hotel where his secret admirer was, waiting to be swept off of her feet. Cody carelessly tossed his keys to the valet and checked in.
The room number was 324. Cody took the elevator to the third floor. He walked up the hall, looking at the numbers on the door, until he found 324. Taking out the little silver key, he stuck it in the keyhole and opened.
Romantic music was playing as Cody entered the room, which was dark, the only source of light being two scented candles that was emitting a pleasant fragrance. The bed was a king sized with nicely carved oak bed post. It was also empty.
"Yoohoo!" said Cody, looking around, "Sweetie, your lover boy is here! Where are you?"
"I'm right behind you sweet cake," said a deep drawling voice behind him. Before Cody had a chance to see who it was, two large massive python like arms pressed against his windpipe, denying him of oxygen. Cody fought in vain to pry it off, but to no avail. The assailant's hold was strong like a pitbull. And then the lights went out and Cody knew no more.