Wwe Fan fictions – Bar Room Blitz with Becky Lynch and Alexa Bliss

“I don’t need a fuckin’ body guard, Hunter!” Becky Lynch spat at her boss, Triple H. “I fight for a living.” She enunciated each word in strong Irish accent. “I know you do, but I don’t want you fighting anyone out of the ring. You’re a fighter, but an entertainer and a performer. I don’t want either of us to deal with the trouble that’ll come out of you locking horns with a crazed fan,” Triple H explained as I came around the corner. “So how long does this fella have to mail me?” the fiery redhead asked, seeming to accept her fate. “Until we can catch the stalker, Becky. I’m sorry.” Triple H seemed honestly apologetic. “This is Clive. He’ll be the one keeping an eye on you.” “Ma’am,” I said curtly, keeping my left hand on my right forearm. I didn’t want to come off as a dick or as trying too hard to please her. Kissing the…

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