"Hey Steph...how you doin'?" Kurt asked charismatically.
"What do you want Kurt?" Stephanie McMahon asked impatiently.
"Would you accompany me to dinner tonight?" Kurt asked as his eyes began to beg.
"No."
"What? Why wouldn't you join me? I am an Olympic gold medallist. I mean I won with a broken neck for crying out loud. Oh yes, it's true, it's true! But you still refuse?"
"Look Kurt you're a great friend and all but...."
"Friend? You dare say friend?" Kurt looked hurt. "Why would anyone call me just friend? An Olympic gold medallist shot down."
"Ummm...yeah." Stephanie said staring at him. "I'm going to go now...uhhh, sorry." With that she walked away.
"NOOO!!!!" Kurt shouted as he went to his knees.
"You know what Kurt...that's sad." A voice came from behind him. "You've asked her what like...twenty times?"
"Twenty-three actually." Kurt replied turning around to see Brock Lesnar.
"That's something I wouldn't have admitted to." Brock said shaking his head.
"What?" Kurt asked confused.
"Never mind...have you seen Phédre?"
"Uhhh...last time I've seen her was when she hit me upside my head and threw a--"
"You know what...I'll just find her myself. Thanks though." Brock said walking off.
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Laying in a dark room Phédre began to sleep. It had been a long time since she slept this well...why couldn't she sleep like this all the time?..."Phédre?" Asked a voice disturbing her sleep. "Are you in here?"
"Why? Why me?" Phédre thought to herself.
"Phédre?" The voice asked again.
"I'm right over here. Turn on a light."
With that the light flipped on. It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust. In the doorway stood Brock..."God he looks good!" Phédre said to herself.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing...I said nothing." Phédre recovered quickly. She said it out loud... she didn't mean to say it out loud...it just slipped. Okay sleep, need sleep.
"I came to ask how you were doing...Kurt wasn't really any help..."
"I'm fine just tired is all."
"Okay, I'll leave you alone then. Sorry for waking you up." He walking out.
"Damn, he's fine!" Phédre exhaled.
"What?" Brock asked as he came back through the doorway.
"Ummm...thanks for asking how I felt...means a lot." She answered quickly.
"No problem. Get some rest."
"Okay."
That was another close one, Phédre thought to herself again. Damn, I need some sleep. She got up and turned off the light and went to lay down again...with that the John Cena charged through the door. He began yet another of his corny raps.
"Why you lying on the floor, lookin' like a whore, 'bout to walk back through this door, 'bout to get me some lemonade to pour." Just as soon as he came he left.
"Word. Life." Finished Kurt stepping through the door with his finger pointing up towards the ceiling.
"What the hell was that?" Phédre asked looking really confused.
"What?" Kurt asked.
