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All I See
"Okay Jake. You can do this. Just say what you've wanted to say to her." Ted says from his chair behind me. I'm standing in front of the mirror in the locker rooms at yet another arena
"Sandra—I—you're—look, I consider you—I LOVE YOU!" I shout.
Ted covers his ears. "I don't swing that way man."
I glare at him, "I was talking to Sandra. Er—practicing what I'm gonna say to her. In the mirror."
He laughs, "I know, but maybe you should work on that stuttering problem. And maybe your lisp. I can't take you seriously with that shit!"
"Shut up!" I say and fling his duffle bag at him. He retaliates with kicking my ass.
"What the hell…?" Randy's voice comes from the doorway.
"Hey man!" Ted gets up, looks at me and laughs some more.
I laugh and stand up. "Randy."
"Hager."
"Ted!" Ted laughs like an idiot.
We both look at him.
"Anyway, we're all three needed for a segment in tomorrow night's show in Santa Barbara. Just thought I'd let you idiots know." He rumbles and walks off.
"Well then." Ted says, "I'm—OH!"
"What?"
"The McMahons have a beach house in Santa Barbara!"
My eyes widen. "You think Sandra will be there?"
"It's worth a try to find out. Text her or something."
"I…she won't answer, man. She never does."
"Fine! I will! Pussy…" He mutters as he sends Sandra a message.
"Done and done. Let's get goin', we've got a long ass drive ahead of us with Mike and 'Swoggle."
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My belly grows more and more every day, but my mom still says she can only notice it when I wear tight t-shirts. Gemma, Steph, and Hunter all agree.
I've begun thinking about my baby and how I'm scared to bring him or her into this world. If my relationship with Randy turned into a living nightmare, how will he be as a father? I can't let him lay a finger on my baby. What about John? I wonder what he'd be like as a father…I hope better then my imagination of Randy.
"You there?" Gemma waves her hand in my face.
"Wha?"
"You totally spaced out man."
"Oh, sorry. What were you saying?"
She sighs and laughs at me a little, "I wish I didn't have to repeat this. Supershow is coming here to Santa Barbara tomorrow night."
My body goes numb, except for a little movement in my chest. A flutter. For Jake. For Randy. For John.
"You okay? We're not going; your mom has made that very clear."
Steph looks back at us from her rearview mirror. "Sandy?"
"Yeah, I'm fine! Just…a little shocked is all. Are we almost there?"
Steph nods and we pull into the parking lot of the KRUZ radio station. "Oi fae. More interviews, I'm ready for the typical questions. Help me out!" I say sarcastically and hold my hand out to Steph, who nods her head at my casual baggy tank top to hide my belly that I paired with skinny jeans and flip flops with my in a side ponytail.
I take a few breaths before entering the building.
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"Matt here with WWE CEO Vince McMahons daughter, Sandra. So Sandy, may I call you Sandy?"
"Everyone does."
"Good deal! You traveled around with your dad's business for about two years, right? What was that like for you?"
"Well, at first I was scared outta my mind. I had just turned fourteen when I started traveling with them. Being around all those gorgeous women and big scary guys is kinda intimidating. I thought one wrong move and someone like Sheamus could break me in half, but I was wrong. Those people became my second family. It's like one big family unit on the road."
"Now I've read all those WWE books in preparation of this interview, and I've gotta say, life on the road seems to be so hectic! I mean, going from city to city, country to country. That's gotta be boring sometimes, don't ya think? What do you guys do for fun?"
"Oh I have so many stories, but not enough time. Sometimes I'd travel in the cars with the superstar family friends, you know, the people my dad trusted his kid with and those were the longest, yet funniest car rides I have ever experienced! One time I rode with Michelle McCool, Maria, and The Miz. Maria was driving and she had no idea where she was going, and Michelle was holding the GPS telling her where to turn in this little town we had somehow gotten to, and Mike and I are in the backseat just cracking up 'cause they were bickering and yelling and insulting each other for a good two hours until finally Mike decided to drive and we got to the arena on time. It was just alotta fun."
"What about all these pranking stories I also read about?"
"Ask my sister Stephanie about those, she's got plenty of videos on her phone of my brother-in-law pranking Edge. She showed me those when she got here yesterday, they're priceless! Well, one good prank I think is the most memorable would be when my best friend Gemma and I broke into the Superstars locker room and completely messed with the guys. We had bought a whole bunch of cheap little Barbie doll stuff, with the help of Kelly Kelly, silly string, sparkles, glitter, glue, feathers, stuff like that ya know? Oh man were they pissed! It was worth it though, 'cause it sparked a month long prank war between me and CM Punk."
"I bet he's a fun guy to mess with!"
"Oh, quite so!"
"So, what were the best and worst places you've stayed at while on the road?"
"Oh my goodness! Well, whenever the other superstars stay at the crappy places, my brother-in-law Hunter let's me stay on his bus with him and Steph. So, that's a plus! And whenever it's a semi-nice place like Super 8 or something, then it's pretty decent. As long as you have a place to sleep for a few hours before you have to get on the road again then whatever is fine."
"Okay Sandy, now for the million dollar question. Are ya ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be Matt!"
"Who's your favorite WWE Superstar? And you can't say your father!"
"Hmm…you know, that's a good question. I mean, they're all such great people, I can't just choose one!"
"Well if you had to choose, from a fan's perspective."
"I'd have to go with…probably The Undertaker. That guy can kick some serious ass."
"Alright! He's my favorite too! I'm sad to say that that concludes our interview, Sandy. Thanks so much for coming in today and giving KRUZ your time. Hope to see you in the ring someday!"
"Thanks Matt, no problem! It was fun, and thank you for having me here!"
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I turn off the radio and retreat back to my bed in the back of the bus. Sandra's first radio interview went well, surprisingly. I wonder if any of the staff noticed her stomach. Or had any idea who the father was?
I will be part of that child's life; it is my baby after all. I'll make it up to her, or I'll make her pay. She has a choice, easy way or hard way.
Easy way: Mrs. Sandra Orton.
Hard way: Sandra Victoria McMahon, born October 31, 1993 died 2010.
I don't want to have to resort to the hard way.