My Property
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A/N: A really short one-shot I felt like writing. Hehe. Hope you guys still review. I have two other stories coming up by the way. Watch out for them! Hehe. Anywayz...this is based on the RAW IS WAR of the 19th of July. Or was it 20th? Sorry. I don't remember. Haha! Anywayz...yeah...this story is based on that.
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As the match between Tyson Tomko and The Hurricane just ended, Randy searched every locker room, his feet heavily stomping as he banged each door he passed with a loud thud or whacked any wooden object he came across with really hard. Clearly, he was extremely pissed off. He could strangle the guy right now. At last, he came to his destination as he read the sign posted on the door to the locker room: Tyson Tomko. Rapping on the door really loud, Tomko finally came and opened it.
"What?!" he asked, glaring at Randy while wiping the sweat off his back with a towel.
"What in the blue hell is your problem?!" Randy bellowed, his blue eyes seething.
"What the hell are you talking about?!" Tomko replied.
"Don't you ever, ever lay a hand on her again! Ever!" he yelled, glaring so hard that if looks could kill, he would've killed Tyson Tomko already.
"Geez...sorry, man. Don't get all touchy."
"What the fudge is your problem?! I mean...you could've hurt her, you know! The hell?!" Randy exclaimed.
"Relax, man! I'm sorry, okay?!"
"You better be." Randy replied before rolling his eyes, closing the door on Tomko's face before returning to his locker room where his girlfriend was at the moment.
"Hey..." she greeted him with a smile the moment he entered.
Damn...every little thing about her made his heart do cartwheels like she did.
"Where'd you go?" she asked him curiously, stroking his handsome, young face.
Randy shrugged. "I just paid Tomko a visit."
She dropped her hand and stared at him. "What did you do?" she inquired once again.
Sometimes, Randy was just that damn protective.
He shrugged. "I just told him to never do what he did to you again. That's all." He replied, seating himself and his girlfriend down on the leather couch.
"Don't worry about it, Randy. I'm okay. It's not like I got hurt anyway." She assured, giving him a peck on the cheek.
Randy sighed. "I know. But I just got really worried, okay? It's really...ughhh...I don't even know how to explain it." He said, rubbing his face with his hands before shrugging. "It's just...yeah...I love you too much that I can't stand things such as that to happen, okay? There. I said it."
She smiled, shaking her head and leaning in to give him a long, deserved kiss. "Well, I love you, too, Randy. So you better get ready for your match against Edge 'coz I don't want you to get hurt either."
Randy grinned. "Yes, Ma'am."
Stacy Keibler grinned back at her boyfriend. Damn, was she lucky to have him.
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A/N: Haha! I told you it was short. Please review it still, though. Love yah all! :-)