Sacrificing Morgan
Chapter Twenty-Two: Snatching a McMahon, Lesson 1
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"Ready? Good." Morgan stepped out of the bathroom the next day, wearing her robe. Chris and Vince still didn't Morgan at the arena, even though she was feeling better. They didn't want to risk anything, so they said Morgan could return for Smackdown! Morgan agreed and this is why she was seeing Chris out of the door.
He smiled at her lovingly and stroked her cheek. "Keep safe—Okay. Be careful." Morgan nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Molly has off, so I am going to hang out with her and Spike." Chris nodded. And kissed her. "That's what I want to hear. I'll be back before seven, okay?"
"Okay."
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Half of the people in Stephanie's dressing room were falling asleep. "Wake up!" She demanded. "We need this to get Morgan, and you all assholes want to sleep!" Rhyno folded his right leg over his left. "What do you want to do Steph?" He asked sweetly.
She grinned at him. "Well, it has to be done dirty." She paused, and then shot a glance at the American Bad Ass. She smiled. "Right 'Taker?" She mused. The Undertaker nodded and rubbed his eyes. "Right."
"So we need a plan." Stephanie went on.
"Can't I make it quick and Gore her and her bitch boy through a table one, two, three?" Rhyno asked, seriously disappointed.
"Good idea but no. No. No. No. Here's the plan— RVD, you're going to have to knock Morgan unconscious. Can you do that?" She asked. RVD rolled his eyes and snorted. "Does a bear shit in the woods, Steph? Of course I can! I am R-V-D."
She grinned. "I know."
"Rob— when you and are alone in the ring, which you will be at one point, you knock her unconscious with the Five Star Frog Splash. Taker and Shane, you grab her by the arms and legs and carry her away. And then we drive away."
Shane raised a brow. "Isn't this going to be a lot of work?"
"Doesn't matter. It's fool proof."