A/N: This idea came from my new friend, Milady2222. Basically, everyone is thinking Batista is an alien because of well, how big he is. I hope all of you enjoy it. I own no one, Vince does.
Dave Bautista sat in the locker room, pulling off his wrestling boots. He was alone for now, but he didn't really care. The silence of the locker room was actually welcoming. Lately, the others had taken to staring at him weirdly, even whispering behind his back. He didn't know what it was about, but he didn't bother to ask. All he wanted to do was get a shower and head back to the hotel for a nice deserved evening of sleep. He had taken quite a beating tonight in his match, and he was more than sore.
Hobbling up from the seat, Dave walked into the bathroom and turned on one of the showers, stripping the last bit of clothes off. He stepped underneath the hot water, groaning softly as the water hit his sore muscles. He stood underneath the hot water for what felt like forever before he got out, the hot water having turned to cold while he was in there. He grabbed his nearby towel and wrapped it around his waist before walking into the locker room. A few of the others were there, but he didn't really care. He walked over to his stuff next to Rey and sat down in his chair, digging around in his bag for his clothes then began to get dressed.
As he was getting dressed, he felt like he was being stared at. So, he turned and looked at the others. They were staring at him. He looked at them as he pulled his shirt over his head, pulling it down over his chest and torso. They were still staring at him, some of them whispering to each other. Dave grumbled softly to himself then sat down, pulling on his socks and shoes as he sat there. He could still feel their stares on him, and he groaned, looking up at them.
"What are you all staring at?" he asked in his deep voice, annoyed already by all of the staring. Dave wasn't the kind of person that liked being watched like that. Sure he had fans watching him when he was wrestling all the time, but that was different. These were men that shared a locker room with him. He shifted uncomfortably under their gazes as they all turned their gazes from him, except Eric Escobar, the new guy on the roster.
"Are you an alien Dave?" he asked after a few moments, his accent making it slightly hard to tell what he was asking. Dave stared at him, not sure whether to get angry at him for asking that, or laugh for asking such a stupid question. He rose from his spot, and walked over to Eric, towering over the new guy.
"What did you ask me?" he asked in retaliation, choosing to get annoyed by the question instead of laughing at it. Sure he would have laughed if it had been Hardy or Rey asking, but since it was the new guy, someone he hardly even knew, he didn't see it as being funny. He only saw it as annoying. He stared down the new guy for a moment or two before returning to his chair, and picking up his bag.
"I'll be at the hotel," he mumbled to Rey before leaving the locker room, leaving the others behind him.
"He is so an alien," said Eric to Drew, who nodded in agreement.