Dumb is what Dumb Does

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Everything WWE belongs to Vince McMahon.

Feedback: Is much appreciated.

AN: I don’t mean anything by the title... it just seemed to fit better then all the others I thought up.

“Shit would you look at her!” Randy Orton exclaimed as they waited to be ushered through customs at Los Angeles airport. “…Her smile, her eyes, her hair… That ink smudge on her shirt front.”

“Uh-Oh.” Ric said standing on his tippee toes to look over Orton’s shoulder at the girl sitting in the customs booth. “The kid’s in heat again.”

“What do you mean again?” Hunter scoffed. “He’s always in heat.”

They all sniggered and moved up a space in the queue.

“Anyone feel like a wager?” Ric asked looking for a way to pass the time.

“What are the stakes?” Came the deep baritone of Evolutions strong man.

“I dunno…” Ric answered. “Bathroom privileges the next time we have to share a locker room?”

“I’m up for that,” Hunter chimed in. “There’s no way I’m going in after Dave again.”

The big man frowned.

“What’s wrong with going in after I’ve used it?”

“Dude, not to be rude of anything, but your shit doesn’t just stink – it kills. I had no sense of smell for a week the last time.”

Randy chuckled.

“And with his nose that’s a feat and a half.”

“Now, now boys,” Ric cut in as they all moved up in the queue again. “Back to the wager. Who thinks Randy can get that customs teller who he has yet to take his eyes off to accept his autograph?”

Randy pffft!

“Oh please, choose something hard.”

Hunter chuckled looking from Randy to the girl. “I quite like those stakes.” He remarked. “I’ll go a round with you kid.”

Randy shook his head.

“Ye of little faith.” He said stepping up in the queue. He was next. “But wait,” He added turning back to face them. “What do I get if I win?”

Hunter shrugged.

“Anything you want kid.”

“A night with Stephanie?”

“Except that.”

Randy made a point to look bummed only to grin at Hunter’s glare.

“Okay, I want the World Championship Title for a month – now don’t look like that,” He said when Hunter began to protest. “I know you can make it happen and it’d only be for a month.”

Hunter thought over what Randy had requested.

“3 weeks.” He said.

“4.” Randy countered.

“2.”

“4.”

“1 and if you say 4 one more time I’ll pedigree your ass right here and now.”

Randy grinned. There esteemed leader was such an easy target.

“Fine, 1 week with the stipulation that I get to lose it to you in a match.”

Hunter smiled and shrugged indifferently.

“Fine.”

“Next please.” Came the musical voice of the customs teller.

“Prepare to lose your title Hunter.” The younger man stated as he stepped up to the tellers booth. “Hey there,” His smile was dreamy. Ladies always loved his dreamy smile.

“Passport.” She said not lifting her gaze from the documents she had in front of her and then, “Thank you.” She added when he complied.

The snickers and lewd comments continued behind him and he actually blushed when the she leaned to the side to see what all the snickering was about. It stopped as soon as they saw her looking.

She opened his passport and he grinned when she did what all females did when they realised such greatness was sharing there breathing space.

“You’re Randy Orton.” She said looking at him quizzically.

He shot his buddies a ‘Hail-your-new-champion’ look over his shoulder.

“Yes,” He said turning back to face the lovely young woman. “I am.” He leaned closer. ‘I am so gonna win’ he thought his eyes boring into hers. “If you’ve got a spare piece of paper I could give you my autograph.” He continued.

She seemed to think it over for a bit and then smiled.

“No thank you.”

“No?”

He was floored! No woman had ever said the ‘N’ word to him before and he could already hear the others congratulating Hunter behind him.

“No.” She repeated again leaning to the side to look at the rest of

Evolution still in the queue behind him. And then she held up the departure card he had filled out on the plane and the congratulations halted when she said, “I’ve already got it.”

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