DISCLAIMER: I DO NO OWN ANY OF THE WWE STARS. I OWN ACY
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Twenty-three year old Stacy An aka Acy stepped off the airplane and flipped on her cell. She checked her voicemail and smiled as she heard the voicemail left by the one person involved in her "plan."
Acy was your average girl. She was 5'4 weighed 119, had waist long jet-black hair, big brown eyes, and a semi muscular build. She was 1/3 Hawaiian, 1/3 Korean, and 1/3 Samoan.
Acy quickly scanned the baggage claim area for that one person. Not seeing him, she waited patiently for her bags. After grabbing her bags, she decided to give him a call. She quickly dialed the number form her memory.
"Evie?" asked Acy.
"How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?" replied the person.
"A million." replied Acy laughing. "Did you forget that I'm coming today?"
"How am I supposed to forget that your coming baby girl you only told me everyday!" answered the person.
"Haha what am I supposed to think? You aren't here and your LATE!" yelled Acy.
"Turn around and I'll talk to you later." Came the reply.
"Fine. Bye Steve." huffed Acy.
After ending the call, Acy turned around. There stood the man who became her father figure for the past 10 years. There in his jean shorts and black tee glory stood Steve Austin. Acy ran into Steve's arms as Steve twirled Acy around.
"You ready to cause havoc in the WWE?" questioned Steve.
Acy with a shit eating grin replied, " HELL YEAH!"
Steve laughed as he grabbed her suitcase and led her out to the car.
What havoc could Acy possibly be creating? How does Acy know Austin? Please read to find out!
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