I’ve noticed how popular wrestling is on this site, so I thought I’d start with a WWE-themed story. There will be a lot of plot, so if you're look...ng to get off quick, this isn’t the story for you. Now, I’m not an expert on wrestling by any stretch of the imagination but I promise to do my research. If any storyline or character seems a bit off, just try to go along with it. It’s YOUR story after all!It was a hot day in Orlando, not that ALL days aren’t hot in Orlando. But today’s was the kind. Usually for him it feels as if he is playing a game, one wrong word could end it. Too much love could push the One away while too little would starve both him and the One Love’s breath. He inhaled sharply as his eyes caressed his written words, wishing with his entire being that his fingers could touch the One’s throat, cheek, hand. He felt his mind swim…with memory. ‘I love you,’ whispered hesitantly in the barely lit room. Her shape, smooth like a ripple of a wave, not quite touching him. His. The man seems to be trying to imitate the Don Johnson look with slacks, a pastel tee, a linen sports coat, and expensive loafers with no socks. Unfortunately, on him the look doesn’t work.The woman with him is a bottle blond with big tits, a tightly fitted dark blue silk dress with too much cleavage, and a hem only about two inches below her crotch. Added to this is a six-inch slit up each side and five inch fuck-me pumps. If this isn’t bad enough she’s smacking on a large wad of gum. Kyle’s. “I’ll give you meds for your pain.”“I’ll try to be a good patient,” she smiled at the nurse.“I bet you could tell us a few war stories from your years working here. Doctor Cooper will be with you in a moment.”Karen felt lonely, dejected and mad at herself. “I gave birth to three perfectly healthy babies, what went so wrong this time?” She muttered. Depression was already starting to infiltrate her consciousness. “Dan will hate me for losing our baby, I just know it! He’ll hate me so much and.