Back to square one.
Edge sat on the steel chair with a large grin on his face thoroughly amused at the mortification he was causing his ex-tag team partner. I quickly trotted over to Randy's location and whispered in his ear: "I have an idea that'll get Edge out of here."
His blue eyes sparkled thoughtfully. "What's the deal?"
Once I finished whispering my plan to him, Randy was more then happy to comply.
"But you promise to burn the evidence, right?" He asked. I nodded and so the games began. Randy left to change in another room while the rest of us waited patiently…with the exception of Edge. He tapped his boot against the hard wood floor loudly.
"What kind of photo shoot is this?" Edge finally said, breaking the silence. I looked around the room to see they all felt the same way. God, I hope this worked!
"I'm ready, so you can start the music!" Randy yelled from the back room.
"What the crap? Music? Is about to strip or something?" Edge asked sounding a bit nervous. I turned the stereo on and told my co-worker to dim the lights. She looked at me curiously.
"Is Randy gonna-?" she trailed off, appearing as if I were to say yes she would kiss my feet. I opted to just smile.
"You'll see."
As soon as the music began playing, everyone recognized the song: "I'm bringing Sexy back." That's when Randy came out in the father time costume, with the belt on his shoulder, shaking everything he owned! I started snapping pictures yelling "Shake it a little to the left…to the right…dip it low…"
"What the hell!!" the Canadian exclaimed. Then Randy started moving up and down against the hour glass in a highly comedic fashion, causing all in the room to laugh. Well, except Edge.
"Randy doing that and this song, my God; I feel like I'm in some sort of gay club or something!"
"Why, is it too hot for ya?" Randy sneered, shaking his little booty towards my camera. In my head, I was screaming, "Yeeeessssssssssssssssss!!" But Edge still remained in his seat. Time to take the next step.
"Ok Randy, I've got enough shots. Now I need you to dance with the belt."
"Like this?" he asked, hooking the belt around his waist and erotically swinging his hips from side to side.
"Excellent." I complimented and then he became sillier by lifting one leg up and continued gyrating to the beat. Randy spun around and held his knee with his hand and placed his other hand behind his back, looking even crazier! Yet, Edge remained seated, heck, he was starting to laugh. Darn it! Backfire. Luckily, I did have one more trick up my sleeve.
"Ok Randy, now I need you to strip but in a certain way. Keyshia (my co-worker) can you go knock on door 177 and tell him to come show Randy the moves?"
"um, yes ma'am." Keyshia replied confused and ran off quickly.
"What? You hired a professional male stripper?" Edge laughed. Then his face hardened when he saw I wasn't smiling. "Wait, you really did?"
"I got him." Keyshia announced upon returning, smiling widely. That's when my "male" stripper came in flaunting everything (and I do mean everything) in a thong! Edge leapt out of his chair and bolted out the door! My "stripper" held out his large arms in surprise.
"Awwww, he didn't stay for my whole dance!" Cena whined pouting adorably.
"Thanks so much Cena for helping out." I said gratefully, remembering a photo shoot I had assisted in involving John when he wasn't the large star he is today. He was having some problems with the photographer, who to be honest, was not being clear on what he wanted John to do. Fortunately, I did and guided John through the process with any further hitches. He felt he owed me something…and this was it. He grinned.
"Please, call me John…sexy."
I rolled my eyes playfully and Cena went back to dancing to the music until it stopped. The entire camera crew just stared at the one-man show.
"Alright Randy, you got all that? Or do I have to do the dance again?" John asked sitting down in the seat previously occupied by Edge. Suddenly, the door swung open and a black man with a mustache entered the room. He surveyed the scene before him and turned his back to us. We waited for it…
"DAMN!!"
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Ok, now could I actually start this photo shoot or will John Cena start causing problems? Only the next chapter will tell! Sorry for taking so long to update...I had writer's block :p Hope you enjoy and keep r&r!
