Takes place after Bobby Lashley shows Mr. McMahon's bald head on RAW following 'Mania and rips Lillian's skirt off. –giggles- I know it's been weeks already, but I've been so busy with Big Red Appetite (Which you should read!!) that I forgot to write it down…So around this time, Bobby is still ECW World Champion…-snarls slightly- Damn you Vince McMahon!!! Anyway, enjoy the slight Lashley/Lillian-ness!!! It's short, but hey, whatever...LOL
It had easily been one of the best nights of his life. The best would have to be Sunday, April first, two-thousand seven, April Fool's day. And he had fulfilled his duties by making Vincent Kennedy McMahon look like just that—a damned fool. And he, Bobby Lashley, had just done it again, by revealing the Chairman's bald head to the world.
Oh, the newly shorn boss had tried to hide, using the ring apron, a towel and the announce table, but the ECW Champion foiled all of Vince's attempts. His last hiding spot, however, proved to be Bobby's favorite—underneath Lilian Garcia's skirt. Grinning, Bobby stalked around the woman with a bald man in-between her legs, his victim count climbing to two. Now, Bobby had always considered himself a gentleman, but the opportunity had presented itself to him, how could he not take it? So, with the thought of the hidden treasures to be revealed in his mind's eye (other than Mr. McMahon's humiliation), he did was his pulsating hormones told him to do—he ripped Lilian's skirt clear off.
To most of the crowd, Mr. McMahon's cowering bald head didn't even register; they only saw the pretty ring announcer's slender legs and shapely rear end. The fans cheered, but Bobby could only lick his lips and try to hide the hunger in his eyes. For a split second, the fiery Latina looked at him, half-embarrassed, half-reproachful, but she tore her eyes from his as Vince began wriggling between her thighs. This also got Bobby's attention, and his focus was retrained back onto the Chairman. Stepping forward, the Champion winked at Lilian, and pulled Mr. McMahon out for the entire world to see. Relieved, Lilian scurried out of the ring, Bobby following her with his eyes the entire way. Before exiting, Vince's discarded towel around her waist, she looked at him one last time, glaring slightly, but he stared right back, unabashed and unashamed, his gaze so intense that she blushed. Gnawing on his bottom lip, he watched as she turned away to change, leaving himself alone with the Chairman.
Reflecting on it now, with the encounter merely hours past, he still found himself grinning. He knew he should find her and apologize, but what would he say?
I mean, it was a win-win situation, he mused, what else could I have done?
He remembered the look she gave him as she left the ring, her eyes full of fire, and he chuckled.
Would he change what he'd done? The question sounded stupid even in his head, and he scoffed. Like Mr. McMahon had said…
No chance in hell.
