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"Hey, anyone seen Rey?"
"Not since our match ended. What's up?" Dave glanced up from where his bag.
"He said he was gonna give me a ride back t'our hotel after his match. I haven't seen him seince he came backstage," Shawn answered, anxiety making his accent stronger.
"Shit. Have you checked the rest of the arena?"
"Yeah. Twice, and there wasn't… Wait, I didn't check the parkin' lot!" Shawn bolted from the locker room, Batista on his heels, beelining for the garage.
"Oh fuck me," Dave muttered, surveying Rey's scattered belongings. "Shawn, call 911. I'm gonna call Vince and Hunter and give them a heads up," Dave ordered as he pulled out his cell. Shawn nodded and walked a few paces away, pulling out his own cell and punching in the emergancy number, a prayer running through his mind.
Shorry this chap is so short, but this is just to give y'all a taste of the story. Hope you enjoy! If ya do, REVIEW AND LET ME KNOW!!!! Please?!?
(Shawn) Guys, don't make her beg, please!!!
(Hunter) Even if it's funny?
(Shawn) Only you'd think our auther begging is funny!
(Hunter) Well, yeah!
(Shawn, sighing) Just review folks!
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