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6/20/2025, 4:49:49 PM
>>18043795
>Well, well, well… stop the presses and hold the spotlight. We’ve got ourselves a genuine global mystery, dolls. One minute, Mercedes Moné, wrestling’s CEO of hard cash was sashaying around with the kind of backside that made you question gravity. The next? Gone.
>I asked the ring rats in Rio, the cameramen in Cairo, even the barmaids in Berlin. You know what they told me? That Moné’s moneymaker just disappeared.
>Maybe she cashed it in for Bitcoin. Maybe she left it at a baggage claim in Barcelona. Or maybe… just maybe… she knew I was on her trail, and she tucked it away before I could get my hands on it.
>Just as I returned to the City of Angels and was ready to walk off the Hollywood sign, a cloud of smoke filled the air that rivaled the wildest of wildfires...and it was dank.
>"Arena Mexico. Tell her the Doggfather's looking for her"
>Mexico. The land of masked men, margaritas, and mystery. The perfect place to hide the moneymaker. My eyes already red, I booked the next red eye to Azcapotzalco and snuck into Mecca of Mexico.
>And there she was. Draped in gold, even more gold, hips swaying like a crime in motion, flaunting her newest heist...completely oblivious that I was now behind her and that her moneymaker was free for the taking. I firmly grasp it, my leather bound mitts have finally gotten her attention along with her derriere. I lean in closer and give her one more squeeze as she stands there frozen in place, watching it all on the silver screen.
>"I'm going All in".
>My hands shoot up to her hips and I sent her packing with a suplex.
>"LET THE GAMES BEGIN!"
>Well, well, well… stop the presses and hold the spotlight. We’ve got ourselves a genuine global mystery, dolls. One minute, Mercedes Moné, wrestling’s CEO of hard cash was sashaying around with the kind of backside that made you question gravity. The next? Gone.
>I asked the ring rats in Rio, the cameramen in Cairo, even the barmaids in Berlin. You know what they told me? That Moné’s moneymaker just disappeared.
>Maybe she cashed it in for Bitcoin. Maybe she left it at a baggage claim in Barcelona. Or maybe… just maybe… she knew I was on her trail, and she tucked it away before I could get my hands on it.
>Just as I returned to the City of Angels and was ready to walk off the Hollywood sign, a cloud of smoke filled the air that rivaled the wildest of wildfires...and it was dank.
>"Arena Mexico. Tell her the Doggfather's looking for her"
>Mexico. The land of masked men, margaritas, and mystery. The perfect place to hide the moneymaker. My eyes already red, I booked the next red eye to Azcapotzalco and snuck into Mecca of Mexico.
>And there she was. Draped in gold, even more gold, hips swaying like a crime in motion, flaunting her newest heist...completely oblivious that I was now behind her and that her moneymaker was free for the taking. I firmly grasp it, my leather bound mitts have finally gotten her attention along with her derriere. I lean in closer and give her one more squeeze as she stands there frozen in place, watching it all on the silver screen.
>"I'm going All in".
>My hands shoot up to her hips and I sent her packing with a suplex.
>"LET THE GAMES BEGIN!"
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