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Ride Along 1.2

“We have just over 3 hours left till we reach Michigan.” Kylie sighed heavily from the driver seat. Her co pilot Neville was passed out in the passenger seat head resting on the window. “I know dude but seriously we can’t stop, Smackdown is tomorrow night and I would really like to sleep in a bed before we have to wrestle again.” Heather’s voice was low from the behind Kylie. She was running her fingers through short red hair as Sami snoozed on her lap. The quadruplet had rotated driving shifts as they travelled from St. Louis to Michigan for Smackdown. Delayed from flying because of the snow, they were almost to their destination and the girls didn’t know if they were sad because they were exhausted, or if because the trip would be over. “What did the hotel service say again?” Kylie looked at heather in the rearview mirror, “well I called to confirm the reservation but because of the weather they are combining rooms, your room is reserved but I think they bumped mine and Neville’s reservations because we were so late.” “Ah well you can sleep on the floor then.” Kylie smirked to the steering wheel. “UH no thanks I will sleep in the car before I let you NOT share a room with the man in the seat next to you.” Dyna whispered to Distortia as both girls giggled. “Man whatever, I doubt the Coffee hero back there will let you sleep in the car, or on the floor, or alone ever again for that matter.” Giggling broke out again. “DUDE they are recording this.” The girls tried to muffle their laughter. They kept forgetting this would all be on the show. “Well, whatever. We will figure it out when we get there.” Heather sat back in her seat and closed her eyes. “You good for another hour?” She asked Kylie. “Yeah rest because Sami is driving next and the last two hours will take 4 if you aren’t keeping his ass on track.” Kylie thought about the show, what footage would they use? She had to chuckle at herself reflecting back on the trip so far. There was no doubt about all the flirting, including the really juvenile game of truth or dare.

Soon soft snoring from the backseat signalled that both Heather and Sami were out. Kylie was flipping through radio stations looking for music when Neville yawned and stretched in his seat. “Oh snap you’re up.” “Ware are we?” “Just outside of Lancing Michigan, why?” “Curious, we have what another 2 hours or so?” his thick welsh accent making his words hard to understand was a stark contrast to Kylie’s American one. “Yes.” “Just so y’kno im on to yous and heather’s grand scheme.” Kylie looked at Neville nervously, who wasn’t looking at anything but the back of his eyelids. “What?” “Aw yea jumping in our ride along so she and sami can get chummy.” Neville giggled a little. “They might quite the pair.” He said before turning to glance at them both snoozing in the back. “Oh uh I have no idea what you’re talking about but sure.” Kylie’s grin was a dead give away. “Truth is he is smitten with her and always has been. The minute she became single he was vying for her eye.” “Well then we did a good thing huh? matchmaking should be added to our resume of talent. You do remember this is being recorded.” Kylie looked at the camera planted on the dash board. Neville bursted out laughing before he could control himself, “Aw piss he is going to scald me for that one.” Things settled down for a minute when Neville spoke up again, still leaning against his window, eyes closed. “Truf is, I wanted it too.” “What?” Kylie looked at him and back at the road. “Oh I wasn’t sure about something, but I figured if you tagged along for this you’d be down to ride with me again. Jus me.” Neville was looking at her now. “Well duh. Pffft” He was making her nervous, not that that was new. “Yea we work pretty well together, and I’m glad we’ve become close friends.” Kylie stared hard at the road ahead of her. “Yep.” The sexual tension was the highest it had ever been between Distortia and Neville ever since she was mercilessly attacked from behind on 205 live. She was Neville’s puppet ringside, the king of the cruiserweights had his very own Harley Quinn and the pair was absolutely magic together. Rich Swann, in trying to catch Neville, ran over Distortia, causing Neville to lose his mind and take Swann out. He carried Distortia from the ring and as the trainers looked her over, he swore an oath in welsh to avenge her attack. His brown eyes were glowing as he looked at her, his intensity and wrath flowed through the room and camera like an arctic wind from the North Pole. Kylie had never been so turned on in her life. Fast forward a few weeks to ride along and even though it was snowing all around them in michigan, Kylie could feel herself starting to sweat under Adrian’s gaze. “Cept it won’t last much longer, Thank God.” Neville muttered turning his eyes to the window. “Huh?” kylie still stared at the road, “Well if you think I am sharing a room in detroit with these two love birds, you’re mad.” Neville jammed his thumb to the back seat where Heather and Sami were still passed out. “Also I can assure you, neither of us will be sleeping...or stirring on the floor either. Too much back and forth for all that daftness.” Kylie glanced at the English brute as he sat back in his seat, pulling his beanie over his eyes and crossing his arms. “No need to be fraid either love, I’ll be as gentle as I can with you as long as you do as you’re told.” Neville finished with a smirk. Kylie swallowed hard. She knew she was in for a ride when they got to Detroit. “Ye I hope that makes the cut for the show as well, lord knows the whole wwe universe will love it.” Smirking still Neville grabbed Kylie’s hand and laid back in his seat.

As they unloaded the SUV at the hotel , Sami caught Heather grabbing her by the arm whispering "Hey would you mind not sharing a room with Kylie today? I was hoping Neville and her could...uh well get cozy.” He made this smashing movement with his hands cupped. Heather had to smile, he was adorable. The snow was coming down softly for now but it was supposed to stick. “Sure I had that thought, but reservations are tight as it is so if there aren’t any more rooms, I guess I can walk down a few blocks and see about another hotel.” “No no no Sami threw his hands up, My reservation is confirmed, you can stay with me.” “uh with you?” Heather stuttered. “Well its a double bed, so yeah I just wanted Neville to think it wasn’t reserved so Kylie would offer and bada bing bada boom they’d get it on.” Sami clapped his hands for extra feeling, Heather giggled. “Ok ok sami no worries.” “yeah but how do we get them UP there without us having to go UP there too.” His brown eyes searched her face for answers. “Listen leave that to me, ok? just follow my lead.” She smoothed Sami’s jacket lapel and softly patted his chest. He grabbed one of her hands and kissed the back of it “Oh I would follow you anywhere.”

“Ok OK well I’ll take the room, until we get someone down here to do my laundry service. IT must be done in a few hours and professionally. This is the gear I need for tonight.” “I will sleep on the floor.” “Sami I promise it’s not necessary, its got two double beds.” Heather was a little disappointed about that tidbit but beggars cant be choosers, every hotel for blocks was full because of the weather delay and they had smackdown in 8 hours. She needed 5 of those to sleep, and shower and eat and she was tired of fighting with the desk clerk, trying NOT to be heard by Kylie or Neville who were waiting to see what would become of their friends. “Hey they are calling around to see about a laundry service, y'all go ahead and we will be up there in a second.” Heather had thrown a fit about having her gear cleaned before smackdown. It was clean but it was just the distraction they needed to get Kylie and Neville off their backs. She knew Kylie wouldn’t have to be told twice, but if her and sami really didn’t have a room she knew Kylie wouldn’t hesitate to offer hers. She was in the suite after all. Perks of being the smackdown number one contender, and a master suite gold card holder. Heather held her breath until the elevators closed on Kylie and Neville, “phew omg ok I am so sorry, I don’t need a laundry service.” Sami’s jaw hit the counter. “Mam, I promise...” “NO No...I promise my gear is fine. Thank you so much for putting up with my show. I just needed those two to get to their room.” The check in clerk looked exasperated but relieved as she handed over the room key. Heather pulled a 50.00 bill out of her wallet and folded it into a small sliver, made a makeshift envelope out of a hotel notepad paper and slipped it under the clerks keyboard. She grabbed her purse and suitcase and motioned Sami to follow her. She felt bad because she was a raging bitch but she knew Kylie would make a bee line out of there. “Omg you made all that up?” He said. “You said we had to have a distraction, I threw on my diva cap, what else. Kylie hates it when I act like that....I will hear a lecture from her later.” Heather rolled her eyes as she watched the elevator light blink it way down to the lobby. Sami was still staring at her, wide eyed. “That means you’ve been a diva before?” “ Listen if I am exhausted, like I am on the verge of being right now, or hungry, all bets are off. My southern charm and manners go right out that window and I can be a real bitch.” Heather calmly stared at Sami’s reflection in the elevator doors as he stared at the floor on the ride up. Double beds, ugh well at least Kylie will get laid Heather thought to herself. “You must be really exhausted.” Sami’s tone was quiet as they walked to their room. “Travelling by car always seems so much more exhausting and I drove 6 hours of that 8 hour trip. I am tired, I am human you know?” Heather opened their room and set her stuff inside by the window. Sitting on her bed, she watched Sami throw himself back on his bed, “Do you want to shower first?” she asked him. Sami stared at the ceiling for a minute, “There are so many things I’d rather be doing.” His reply jerked Heather around.

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Ride Along 1.

“I swear if you drop or forget ONE more thing, I will LEAVE YOU SAMI I WILL LEAVE YOUR ADORABLE ASS on the highway for someone else!” Dyna’s violent whisper hissed through her teeth. Her patience had run out. It didn’t matter how freaking adorable he was either, she was ready to be in Michigan. “You think I am adorable?” Sami peeked through the half open passenger door of their rental car, smirking at her. “JUST GO.” She hissed at him again, her anger deflated immediately. Dammit she thought to herself. They had stopped, one more time, so Sami could use the restroom and grab some snacks for the 100th stop of the 8 hour trip. “I swear on my life, I will leave him.” Heather mumbled under her breath. “Yah shure and I am daffy duck.” Neville’s thick accent rang out from the backseat. He had Distortia’s head in his lap, at least she was still sound asleep. “I am flying next time, fuck this.” Distortia didn’t move but apparently she was awake. Heather didn’t bother to turn around, making eye contact with Neville would probably just make her laugh out loud and she was too busy trying to stay mad at this point. “Actually I have to pee too so I will be right back.” Kylie groaned as Neville slipped out the back and ran inside the gas station. They were exhausted, three shows this week, a road trip to Detroit because there were NO flights with the snow, but they both knew they were just being brats. The car ride so far had been a blast. Heather rubbed her eyes, and yawned really big before Kylie settled back into the backseat, they were just tired. Just as the silence of the vehicle settled in Sami popped open the door scaring the living daylights out of both divas. “Holy shit.” Kylie screamed as Sami was oblivious to his dramatics, “YOU GUYS THEY HAVE SIPHON COFFEE.” he shouted into the car before pandering after all his goodies. Neville followed his friend, snacks in tow too. Heather just shook her head as she started up their rental and pulled out back on the road. “Hey let me drive. I got you some reeses and Twizzlers and I know you are tired, I will drive for a few hours.” Sami was grinning at her as he held out a Twizzlers. “We would be a lot further if you hadn’t felt the need to stop at the last 5 gas stations because they had coffee shops behind them.” Kylie mumbled from behind him but he ignored her. Sami’s focus was Heather he was almost taunting her, he knew she wasn’t buying it but he was going to do whatever it took to flirt and be cute. Heather was newly single and gorgeous. “Absolutely not, it will take even longer when you drive because you have no idea what speed actually means. Bribe or not.” Heather grabbed the dancing Twizzlers and popped one into her mouth. “Yeah you drive like a grandma, I swear on my life if you let him drive I’ll gut you both liver heads.” Neville smiled as he shoveled in a handful of almonds, he glanced at Kylie who was snacking on beef jerky. She was staring out the window lost in thought. Neville reached around the back of the seat and grabbed her pillow, placing it back on his lap and patting it a few times to let her know she could lay back down. Kylie didn’t argue, she twisted in the seat staring up at the ceiling, mouthful of Jerky. Neville wrapped his python arm around under hers, resting his hand on her belly and they both just listened to the comedy show up front and snacked. “I never get to drive.” Sami pouted. “Oh well.” Heather shrugged, “hey is that a monster drink?” “Yeah I know you don’t drink coffee this late and I had a feeling you wouldn’t let me drive so I got this to help hold you over.” Sami handed her the can of energy. “AW YES.” “How you drink cold drinks, in the cold I will never know.” Sami waved his hand at her and sipped his coffee. “I am from the south, its never cold or too cold for anything iced.” Heather giggled as she cracked open her can and took a long sip. She looked over at her red headed co-pilot as he dug into his plastic bag of snacks and wonder. He was so damn cute, and finally single. Sami was about to wet himself over his Siphon Coffee, when he realized she was still watching him. The two exchanged smiles as the SUV sped into the fading daylight. Ride Along was a hot new show about superstars on the road. The foursome laughed, and cried and exchanged stories. Heather and Kylie had wanted to be on it for awhile but with Erin out with injury, they were hoping to wait, when the producer suggested throwing the girls in with Zayn and Neville. Neville and Distortia were a ramshackle tag team thrown together at the last minute as Neville was running through the entire roster as the King of the cruiser weights, he needed a twisted sidekick to help him sell his new super villain attitude and the duo was so welcomed by the wwe universe the two just kept up their steam. Heather just had a school girl crush on the big hearted Sami and wanted to spend some time with him. So far the audience had gotten a lot of hysterical back stage stories, dramatic arm dancing from Sami, Heather and Kylie just roasting ignorant fans and a few co workers and everyone making an attempt at Neville’s accent, and his hilarious attempt at american ones. This ride along was in two parts due to the length of the road trip, and part two was a lot more flirting and sexual innuendos. The eye contact between Kylie and Neville in the back seat was buzzing with so much electricity the fans were making static shock jokes on twitter about it; not that they were new rumors either, everyone could see the chemistry in the ring. For weeks Distortia and Neville had been dancing a thin line between professional and flirting. The world was in love with it.

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beauty queens with a bite

The dull roar of a freight train in Baron’s head was a bitch to wake up too. He rolled over in the bed, stretching his long body in the dark, groaning from the hangover. Too much fucking tequila meant he would be sweating his ass off all day, damn beauty queens out drinking him and Corey last night. OH man Baron wondered if Corey made it back to the room alright, he did kinda ditch him for Kylie, he grabbed his jeans off the floor and stumbled to the window to turn on the air conditioner. The room temperature was 89 degrees, turning the knobs till the meter read 60, baron fished through his jean pockets to find his cell phone. Punching in Corey’s number and sitting back into the wave of cool air pouring from the ac unit, Baron hoped he had found his way back to their room. He wasn’t sure how the night went for them, Corey said he wouldn’t let it get out of control. 4 rings, and one hangup, then Corey was calling him back. “Hullo...” “Yo brother where are you?” “I am in at the Crowne Plaza, I think....” Corey groaned as he rolled over in the giant bed. “Where you at wolf?” a nickname that would apparently stick with Baron for the rest of his life and had taken on a whole new meaning thanks to his new muse, “Crowne Plaza too, actually.” He glanced at the bed in his room. Long strands of brown curls splattered across the white pillow case, Kylie stirred in the bed but didn’t wake up. “Oh yeah, breakfast, Waffle house down the road?” “AW man I could fuck some waffle house UP right now...sure let’s meet in the lobby in 30, I need a quick shower.” “True”

40 minutes later Corey strolled through the lobby, sunglasses on and hoodie pulled low over his head. Both men were feeling rough, but from the huge cheese eating grin he had on his face Baron knew he got lucky. Both men stayed quiet as they walked to the waffle house down the street. “MAN who knew them sweet looking little beauty queens could drink like fucking sailors.” “Dude I can’t even believe our bar tabs were over $300 a piece...” “Nah dude, I am so glad we switched to beer, I would be on death’s door right now.” “I am death’s door.” both men chuckled a little as they sat down at the bar and looked over the menu. Waffle house was empty, which was nice, so the boys could laugh it up and relax in peace. As they sipped their coffee and went over the shenanigans from the night before, the waitress behind the bar was cute and flirted back some as she took their orders. Corey was a natural flirt, he really couldn’t help himself. As she set down their food, the front door bell rang as someone entered the restaurant. “Oh ladies have a seat anywhere Ill be right with y’all...” the waitress waved off the new customers and continued to smile at Corey and Baron. “No problem hunny, take your time.” followed by a small chuckle responded back to her. The thick country accent whipped Corey’s head around as the women sat at the booth at the back of the waffle house. Heather could feel his intense gaze as she looked over the menu. When Baron realized Corey was distracted he followed his gaze to the two women in the booth, his new muse and her best friend had joined them to eat.

“oh my god I really hope they just stay at the bar, I could use a breather.” Kylie whispered to Heather. “I know I KNOW.” She whispered back. They were both just hoping to gossip and eat but neither could shake the scent of these men from under their skin. The waitress walked up with a huff, she took down their order without even looking up from her notepad and bustled off to refill the coffee pot as Baron filled his cup with the last of it. “Really?” Kylie said as she watched her practically trip over chairs to get to the boys. “Ha well that was you just last night, but at the bar, and way better looking then that bitch and all up all that dick.” Heather retorted as she sipped her coffee. The girls busted out into laughter, “YEAH WELL...” Kylie trailed off, she had nothing. “HA GOT HER” Both men were looking back at them now as they tried to stifle their laughter. Both women had damp, wild hair and fresh faces. Skinny jeans and baggy T-shirts draped across the skin that was so appetizing last night. Baron loved how low key they both were, these two, waffle house, ha who would have thought. Most of the divas barely ate at all, and here the cream of the crop was ordering enough food for a football team. Corey’s voice rang through Baron’s head with the matter of fact tone “Beauty queens don’t date bad boys...” pffft baron turned back to to his food. Those weren’t just any beauty queens, and even if he wasn’t her type...he made damn sure she knew she was HIS type last night. Baron glanced at Corey who’s attention was no longer on the waitress, but on the booth behind them. He couldn’t shake his attention from them anymore then Baron could.

Once the boys cleaned their plates, Baron grabbed his cup and sauntered over to the girls table. He was going to be damned if he didn’t try to keep this thing going. Corey was keen to the idea and on his heels as they made the girls slide over in the booth. The waitress stumbled a little as she set down the girls food, “aww did y’all make some new friends...?” “Ha not new.” Corey didn’t even turn to her. The waitress slinked off clearly annoyed that she was no longer the apple of the tattooed prince charming’s eye. "What the plan after this?” Baron asked the table. “Hm we have a bar opening to go to for some friends tonight, but I need a nap first. I don’t work well on just a few hours of sleep.” Heather said between mouthfuls of eggs and bacon. “Bar opening?” Baron looked at Kylie. “Yeah we both have a lot of family here, family childhood friend is opening his own bar so we said we’d come.” Kylie responded this time. “Y’all both know him?” Corey asked looking at both women. “Nah just me, but he has this huge crush on Distortia so I like to make her go over there with me when we are here hahaha.” Kylie made a face at Heather. “He gets all weird when I am around, he is harmless but weird...OMG I wonder if his weird Kenny friend will be there, you know the one who snorts when you are around because he thinks you’re so hot.” Now Heather made the face, “OK Corey wanna be my date tonight so when weirdo boy shows up you can scare him off?” She was actually batting her eye lashes at him. “Sure sugar....I’d love to be your date.” Corey’s voice was as smooth as butter on a hot knife as the waitress dropped off the girls check. “HEY that’s not fair what about me?” Kylie looked at Baron, “Guess what wolfdaddy, you just inherited some plans tonight.” As the girls paid their bill, Baron just looked at Kylie coyly, “hey what if I had plans already?” “Well cancel them, Ill make it worth your while.” Kylie said leaving the waitress’ tip on the table. “Ha yall are all about tonight’s plans and I am just looking forward to nap time.” Corey laughed as they all left the restaurant.