78 reviews is more than all the reviews of my other stories together. And than twice.
LOL.

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Inspired by: One of my t-shirts...


"Have you seen Dylan?" Finlay asked the Great Khali.
Khali shook his head. "You seen chicken?"
"Glen still has it." Finlay said. "I'm going to look for Dylan."

Finlay and Hornswoggle had a tag-team match later that day, but he didn't know where Hornswoggle was. He was guessing he was hiding under the ring, like always, so Finlay decided to check there.

"Dylan?" He yelled while taking a look under the ring. "Hmmm, nothing." He mumbled to himself.
"Ey, looking for a steel chair?" THE Brian Kendrick asked.
"No, for Dylan..."
Brian shrugged. "Close enough."

Finlay rolled his eyes but decided not to cross, or eh, shillelaghs with him. Brian wasn't nice, and he'd never be either, no matter how many times someone would try to pound some sense into him.

He continued the search, asking everyone if they had seen his 'son'.
Most shook their heads or said something like 'How am I supposed to see him? I'm so tall, he's not so hard to miss.'
Finlay sighed. They had a match against Rated RKO, and he wasn't planning on doing that by himself. Hornswoggle was needed, if only to carry around his shillelagh and throw steel chairs into the ring.

"Did you consider checking the lockerroom?" Tommy Dreamer said when he saw Finlay walk around aimlessly.
"Eh no, I might..." He replied, making his way there.

When in the lockerroom Finlay looked around. He didn't find Hornswoggle, but he did find a note the little guy left.

"David,
I have gone to find myself... If I get back before I return, keep me here.

Dylan."