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Rose Hardy 101: Thanks. Yea the chapters are a little short….expect some bigger ones soon! And you'll just have to see about Taker and Willow…I have some tricks hidden up my sleeve yet!
Ah it's kinda boring I assume but I'm building up to some better things I promise this is just filler!
Another night, another fight. This time it was JBL vs. Hardcore Holly. Holly gives him a run for his money but it's Willow standing at ringside cheering him on that gives John the push he needed to win. He climbs out the ring after cheating Hardcore for the one two three and takes Willow in his arms and kisses her. Orlando stands at ringside, the ever present look of disgust on his face as usual. As Hardcore stands up and glares at John, knowing he's been cheated, John's escorting Willow to the limo.
"Whooo weee! We got him didn't we?" John said easing back into the white leather of the limo seat. "Thank ya babe for cheering me on, you kept me going after that slam." "Anything for you baby." She replies. She turns to the window and looks out, hoping as always to see the dark and mysterious one.
"Baby can I go shopping for a little while?" she asks later hoping she had him wrapped around her finger just right. "Sure you want to take the limo?" he asks. "No I'll be fine it's just next door at the mall. I feel like walking." She tells him. "Need some extra spending money?" he offers. "No thanks honey I've got enough I don't plan on spending that much." "Alright hun have fun." "I will." She says before giving him a quick kiss bye.
"You warmin up to
that bastard?" Comes a voice from the darkened hallway by JBL's
locker room. "I'm stuck with him. Might as well deal with it."
She says walking towards the dark figure. "I've got a few hours
to burn. Feel like being my escape?"
she laughs. "Where ever
you want to go." He replies.
She fallows him outside to his big white Harley and straddles it behind him. "Still shy?" he teases before she wraps her arms around his waist. "I'm still testing you out see if I should trust you." She felt him suck in a breath underneath the ever present leather duster he wears before cranking the bike. With a throaty growl the bike starts and he picks a foot off the ground. "Where to my lady?" he asks.