>>6108366>:) I'm back, faggots! This little ditty goes out to the eagle-eyed Anon in the last thread. It may be a useless superpower, bro, but someday it'll pay off.
>Mandy got home, rushed inside and closed the door. >Leaning heavily on it she slide down, and stifled herself from crying. >YOUYes, You, Anon. We've established this but if you're this late in the game, I'm putting you in this story. Get it? Got it? Good. Moving on.
>You walked by, apple in your mouth and laptop in your hand as you played with the sound system around the house and checked signals. >Mandy saw you and began bawling.>"What the fuck? Mandy!" You rushed over and picked her up. >She clung to you, a little thiccer than when you had moved in since she had begun competing with you over who was the better cook every night, but still light as a feather to you as always. >She sobbed into your shoulder, and between each hitched breath she told you the story. >WWE had sent a team down to the PC.>Apparently Alexa Bliss' husband had filed for divorce and sued her.>The only reason why was his statement that "it's got a dick, and its bigger than mine, and ugly as fuck. I am the victim of fraud."Fuck you, Blisstranny, you wanna dance? I'm your huckleberry, motherfucker.
>Mandy told you in detail how WWE had gotten security to detain all of the female athletes in separate rooms and the team they sent had "Vagina inspection day". >She had been throws over a table, her gym leggings yanked down, and some slimeball had thrown on a pair of rubber gloves had spread her pussy, poked and prodded at her and finally shoved his fingers inside her before commenting "Yeah, it's real, no post op shit here.">You helped Mandy out of her clothes and into bed. As she cried herself to sleep you went downstairs and packed your computer bag with your laptop and copies of each of the girls contract. >It was time to do the other part of your job. 