Title : Letters to a Soldier.

Okay, so this randomely came to mind, and I thought it would be good to put it up. If I don't get enough feedback, or don't feel it, then I may delete it.

Enjoy The Chapter..

This is in letter form. It will be Randy, and his soldier pen pal writing back and forth to each other. It will have a little bit of dialogue, not a lot though. This will be maybe, 10 or so chapters.

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Randy POV

September 27, 2008

Dear Summers,

So, you probably don't even know who I am. I don't even know who you are. Vince wanted us to become pen pals with the soldiers in Afghanistan. He thinks it would be great to write to the soldiers we visit every year. . He assigned us each a person, and you should be happy I'm your pen pal. By the way, I'm Randy Orton. You may have heard of me, since I am a famous WWE superstar. You have probably seen me before when we have gone to put on a show. Who know's we could have met each other. Probably not.

Well, Summers, I should tell you a little about myself, since we will be writing to each other for the next three months. Okay, I'll start off with my age, I'm twenty-seven years old. I'm an April fools Child! If you don't know what that means, I was born on April Fools Day. Anyway, like I said before, I'm a WWE wrestler. My career higlights? The youngest World Heavyweight Champion, beating Chris Benoit at Summerslam, my age, 24 years old. I'm not Champ anymore, in fact, I'm trying really hard to win the WWE Championship back. Let me be the first to tell you, I have an era, The Age Of Orton! Trust me Summers, I'm meant to be Champion, no matter what they say.

Enough about my career, let me tell you about my personal life. I'm a ladies man, every girl loves me. I mean, you should see me, a killer body, and a great visage. You probably don't believe me, I'll prove it to you. In this letter, you will receive the most greatest picture of me. You will see Summers, I may be hotter than you. As you can see, I'm pretty self confident. The Divas, such as Mickie James, say I'm conceited and cocky. Hell no, I'm confident, there's nothing wrong with that. It's not my fault God blessed me with this beautiful image.

Summers, you may not believe it, but this ladies man was once married. Her name was Samantha Speno. I thought she was hot, when I met her at the club. She gave me her number, not on a piece of paper, but she made me memorise it. I'm suprised I did, I was insanely drunk that night. Ask John, my best friend. He's also a WWE wrestler, he's a douche bag., but a great friend. Alright, back to Sam, so we got together, and soon I asked her to marry me. I don't know why I did, but it happened. When I said "I do", and after walked up that aisle, my life became hell. Sam was a bitch, it was like she uncovered a mask. Dude, she looked like a demented rat face. Her body was skinny, she didn't have boobs, or an ass! No, I'm not shallow, I just have needs! I gave her a chance, we had sex almost every night I came home from work. Then, she called me. She told me she was pregnant. Trust me Summers, I was excited. For the first time in that marriage, I was truly happy. Then, I found out she fucked our next door neighbor. He was the father, not me. I divorced her, and she moved out of MY house. I'm a free man now, allowing me to flirt with anyone who pleases me.

Now, I'm noticing that I'm talking way to much about myself. I like talking about myself, if you have noticed. I can't help it, but I do care for others though. Like the WWE divas, two of them are like sisters to me. Mickie James, and Melina. Those girls are badasses. They kick ass in the ring, pushing those Barbie doll divas, Kelly Kelly, and Maria aside. Not to mention, they're hot. Wait, I can't think dirty thoughts about them, they are like my sisters! Summers, do you have any siblings, blood related of course? I do, a brother and a sister. I haven't seen them in a while, they have gone their separate ways, living acoss the country from each other.

Tell me about yourself, Summers. Are you a guy or a girl? They didn't give me your full name. They said it would help us get to know you. I want to know a lot about you, see how you feel, and everything. Where do you live, when you come back from Afghanistan? Tell me all sorts of stuff, I don't want to get bored with you. When I get bored, I tend not to care about anything. So, I suggest, to keep me interested.

I gotta go, John is calling me, we're heading to the gym. It's time to kick his ass in the gym ring!

Sincerely,

Randy Orton

"Dude, are you done with that letter yet?" John asked, looking over my shoulder.

I folded up the letter, and stuffed it into an envelope. Sealing it, I safely put it in my wrestling bag. Vince will mail them tomorrow morning. I wonder what Summers will think when he/she receives a letter from me.

"Yeah dude, let's go," I stood up, grabbing my gym bag and hotel key, "It's time to kick your ass."

"Wanna bet on that?"

"Hell yes."

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hugs and kisses, Michelle