Edge-Tastic

Disclaimer: I own nothing in this, and nor do I want to!

Author's Note: Hope you likey, Chantel!

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Matt walked into his locker room from the shower area, a pink bathrobe covering his moist body, and his hair dripping wet. His new black wrestling boots were on his feet.

Chantel looked up from the magazine she had just been reading, her brow arched. "Babe… why are you wearing my robe?"

"Cuz it's all warm and fuzzy." Matt said, wrapping his arms around himself, a small smile playing pleasurably on his lips.

"Whatever," Chantel said nonchalantly, her eyes turning back down to the pages before her, "You're washing it tonight."

"NO!" Matt said loudly making Chantel jump in her seat. "You can't go back to reading!"

"Why the hell not?! Scandalous stories about plastic bitches of the false proportions are my favorites."

"I have a surprise for you." Matt said, a shit eating grin on his face.

Chantel smirked and stood up. She seductively walked up to Matt and wrapped her fingers around the rope holding the robe together. "Oh, do you now?"

"Heck yes I do!" Matt exclaimed.

Chantel let out a small laugh before she untied the binds and the robe fell open.

Her eyes bulged out of their sockets. "What the fuck is that?!"

"I went shopping!" Matt said excitedly. He let the robe pool to his feet before walking over to the mirror to admire his new wrestling attire.

His hands were on his hips and he began turning in place to look at his tights in different angles. He turned to Chantel and his smile fell from his face. "Babe, what's wrong?"

"That's not what I was expecting to find under your robe." Chantel told him flatly.

"What else would I be wearing under my robe?"

"Nothing!" Chantel exclaimed.

Matt was silent for a moment, processing her words. After a moment, finally understanding, his nose scrunched. "Ew, babe! Start thinking with your brains and not with your sexual organs!"

"Like you're one to talk…." Chantel muttered.

Matt turned back to the mirror. This time his back was facing the mirror as he stared at his butt.

"Babe, you do not have the legs to pull those tights off." Chantel told him.

"Well, at least my butt looks fabulous!" Matt said, he turned back to Chantel. "So, I know that it's not the sexual fantasy you were looking for, but what do you think?"

Chantel looked up at him. "They're absolutely Edge-tastic."

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Totally not what you were expecting, huh Chantel? Ha.

-Leanne