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am in no way affiliated with WWFE nor Titan Entertainment.
Just a Family Friend?
1 Chapter 2: Handicap Tag Match
Even after the tears had stopped, Bradshaw and I sat holding each other in silence. Someone knocked on the door and came in before Bradshaw could answer. We both looked to see who it was.
"Bradshaw, I've got a great match for you…" It was Ric Flair. He was headed towards a chair close to the couch Bradshaw and I were sitting on when he noticed me and stopped short. "Good, you found him okay." Mr. Flair said nodding to me. He then noticed I had been crying. "I'm sorry, I'm interrupting something. I should have realized. I'll come back later." Mr. Flair started to get up from the chair.
"Mr. Flair, please sit. You're not interrupting anything. It's just been a long time since I've seen Bradshaw and I got a little emotional. It's fine. Please stay." I tried to explain what Mr. Flair had walked in on.
Mr. Flair sat back down in the chair.
"Actually…" I continued. "I wanted to thank you for letting me come backstage and visit with Bradshaw."
"Dear, it's a pleasure, and please, call me Ric." Mr. Flair replied. He turned his attention back to Bradshaw. "Do I have a match for you. How would you like to have Stone Cold as your tag team partner tonight?" Mr. Flair asked Bradshaw. It was obvious he was trying to hold back a smile.
"That would be awesome! Me and the Texas Rattlesnake kicking butt together." Bradshaw said as he took his arm from around my shoulder and repositioned himself so that he was leaning forward on the couch with intense interest in what Mr. Flair had to say.
"I'm thinking a handicap tag, you and Steve against Xpac, Scott Hall, and Taker. What do you say?"
"Should make for one hell of a match. Let's do it!" Bradshaw looked like he was ready to jump off the couch.
"Great! I'll have a P.A. drop off a script for the promo." Mr. Flair said as he got up and started for the door. "And Sam, what do you say you escort Bradshaw to the ring?" He added.
"Me?!? Are you kidding?" I was in shock.
"Of course you will." Bradshaw said, smiling at me with a huge grin across his face. "Of course she will." Bradshaw answered for me.
"Just stop by wardrobe and makeup, they'll get you what you need." Mr. Flair left as unceremoniously as he came in.
Just a Family Friend?
1 Chapter 2: Handicap Tag Match
Even after the tears had stopped, Bradshaw and I sat holding each other in silence. Someone knocked on the door and came in before Bradshaw could answer. We both looked to see who it was.
"Bradshaw, I've got a great match for you…" It was Ric Flair. He was headed towards a chair close to the couch Bradshaw and I were sitting on when he noticed me and stopped short. "Good, you found him okay." Mr. Flair said nodding to me. He then noticed I had been crying. "I'm sorry, I'm interrupting something. I should have realized. I'll come back later." Mr. Flair started to get up from the chair.
"Mr. Flair, please sit. You're not interrupting anything. It's just been a long time since I've seen Bradshaw and I got a little emotional. It's fine. Please stay." I tried to explain what Mr. Flair had walked in on.
Mr. Flair sat back down in the chair.
"Actually…" I continued. "I wanted to thank you for letting me come backstage and visit with Bradshaw."
"Dear, it's a pleasure, and please, call me Ric." Mr. Flair replied. He turned his attention back to Bradshaw. "Do I have a match for you. How would you like to have Stone Cold as your tag team partner tonight?" Mr. Flair asked Bradshaw. It was obvious he was trying to hold back a smile.
"That would be awesome! Me and the Texas Rattlesnake kicking butt together." Bradshaw said as he took his arm from around my shoulder and repositioned himself so that he was leaning forward on the couch with intense interest in what Mr. Flair had to say.
"I'm thinking a handicap tag, you and Steve against Xpac, Scott Hall, and Taker. What do you say?"
"Should make for one hell of a match. Let's do it!" Bradshaw looked like he was ready to jump off the couch.
"Great! I'll have a P.A. drop off a script for the promo." Mr. Flair said as he got up and started for the door. "And Sam, what do you say you escort Bradshaw to the ring?" He added.
"Me?!? Are you kidding?" I was in shock.
"Of course you will." Bradshaw said, smiling at me with a huge grin across his face. "Of course she will." Bradshaw answered for me.
"Just stop by wardrobe and makeup, they'll get you what you need." Mr. Flair left as unceremoniously as he came in.