One New Message
Bobby gets a voicemail from a special someone. Takes place after Lashley's match with Masters on 5/21/07. One-shot.
Rolling his neck in an attempt to relax his brutalized shoulders, Bobby Lashley trudged to the locker room, his bout with the Masterpiece won and over with.
But he's probably the last of my problems, the former ECW Champion thought to himself grudgingly.
A gauntlet. That's what he'd have to go through to get to One Night Stand. That's what he'd have to endure to win his title back. In all actuality, he had Shane McMahon to thank for the opportunity. The Chairman had told him, of course, "no" when he'd made the challenge, but the over-zealous prodigal son stole the microphone from his father's hands and pretty much forced the prickly-headed billionaire to accept. But, as always, the ever-diabolical Chairman had a catch—that Bobby Lashley would have to defeat all of his opponents to qualify for the Street Fight at One Night Stand, and one way or another, Bobby would win and in thirteen days, take back what was his.
Pushing open the locker room door, Bobby entered and sat down on a bench, nodding briefly to Lance Cade, who was leaving. "Hey man," he said in his slow, Southern drawl. "Your phone was goin' off a little while ago, just thought you'd wanna know."
"Thanks man," Bobby said, waving in a short good-bye. Lance exited and Bobby began searching through his bag, looking for his cell. Pulling it out, he found that he did indeed have one missed call. Flipping the phone open, he dialed his voicemail and punched in the code, and pressed it to his ear.
"Hey Bobby," her voice filled his head and warmth spread throughout his body. "I'm watching right now, and I heard what Vince was going to put you through…I just want to wish you luck. I know you can do it, Bobby, I have faith in you. Um…" she took a long pause and a deep breath before continuing. "Well, I guess that's all I really had to say. Other than I miss you." She chuckled wistfully. "Anyway, good luck. See you soon. Um, bye." And with that, Lilian Garcia's voice dropped away, replaced with the cool, monotone voice of the automatic operator, who told him that he had another message waiting.
"Oh yeah one more thing…" Lilian's voice came once more. "I love you. I just really had to let you know that. Bye, again," and the line dropped dead.
Grinning like a love-struck schoolboy, Bobby disconnected and let his phone rest in his hands, which dangled between his legs as he set his elbows on his knees. Opening the phone once again, he dialed and listened to the messages one more time.
"I love you. I just really had to let you know that." Suddenly he didn't feel the pain in his shoulders much anymore, and he worried less about his next Gauntlet opponent. Standing and tossing the phone back in his gym bag, he headed out the door, passing the Hardyz and Cade with his partner Trevor. Nodding to them confidently, he strode past them with his head high towards the backstage curtain, replaying Lilian's words over and over in his head and in his heart.
Bring it on, Vince, he thought to himself as he stalked down the ramp. Bring it on.
Just something that popped into my head watcing RAW. I thought it'd be cute. Hope ya like!! Later, guys!