In province of saints
Author: Genta ~ gentah@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: I own Naamiah and Shakiyla… what belongs to President-elect McMahon is his… people have their personal lives
Rating: PG-12
Author's Note: This one is for Anny … she special requested this… I hope you like it… J
Feedback: is very appreciated…
Distribution: WWE_ATS_BTVS_Complete, WWE Library, groups that archive… anywhere else just ask…

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It was a beautiful day. The weather was mild with partly cloudy skies. She was there to support her friend from childhood. She was resisting a cigarette as she was trying to relax. Shakiyla could not handle the hustle and ruckus that Naamiah’s family was providing. She decided to walk around the courtyard of the church.

Shakiyla took in the statues. She stopped to observe the flowers. This was the one time that she wished she has her camera. She debating on returning inside the church but thought again when she heard the birds. She turned and noticed the tall figure walking towards her. He was very imposing. AS he approached her, she noticed his piercing brown eyes. Shakiyla moved to a bench and caught sight of the dog he was walking. It was a brown and white boxer.

Shakiyla smiled as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. She became embarrassed as he came closer to her. She was like a model from one of those bridal magazines. Her hair was curled and her face was perfection. She did not want him to think that she looked like this everyday. He sat across from her and smiled. She felt herself blush deeply. She smiled and glanced around the courtyard.

He patted the boxer and called her Asia. Shakiyla commented about how pretty the dog was. She was surprised that he began to explain how he received the dog from a fan. He then paused and explained that he was JBL better known to some as John Bradshaw Layfield.

Shakiyla moved to shake his hand and introduce herself. She was amazed as he gripped her hand. She adjusted her dress before she sat next to him. He was mesmerizing to her. He talked about a diverse range of topics. She was amazed that as a wrestler he had a vast knowledge of the financial world. She had forgotten the main purpose for which she was there. She was a little embarrassed to see Naamiah’s brother waving at her wildly.

Shakiyla stood and excused herself. Her duties were calling. John gave her a nod before reaching into his pocket for a card and a pen. Shakiyla was perplexed as he handed her the card with all his numbers. She smiled as he advised her to call him. He got up followed closely by Asia. Shakiyla started to walk away until he called after her. “Thanks, Shakiyla, for granting me moments in the province of saints.”

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