Disclaimer - See Chapter One.
Chapter Two: What Goes Around, Comes Around
Armistead sighed as he collapsed onto the bench in his locker room and leaned over to untie his boots. All in all, it had been a pretty good night. He'd gotten to see - albeit inadvertently - more of the Women's Champion than he'd ever dreamed possible, and he'd gotten Carlito back by getting him put in a match with Umaga. It hadn't taken much doing for that; Eddie Fatu was getting tired of Mr. 'Caribbean Cool's' locker room antics himself, and was quite amenable to giving the apple-loving jokester a preview of what would happen if he ever played a prank on the Samoan Bulldozer.
Armistead took his time getting out of his wrestling attire and preparing for his shower, letting some of the other superstars go ahead of him. He smiled and bid WWE Champion John Cena goodnight as the Champ grabbed his bag and headed out; it was his six-month anniversary celebration with Maria that night, and it was obvious he was looking forward to it.
Armistead watched as Kenny Dykstra - who'd been visiting from Smackdown! - packed up and headed out with a smug grin on his face. You are one lucky guy, Armistead thought as he watched the former Spirit Squad member. I just hope you know how lucky you are.
"Going out on the town tonight, eh Ken?" Armistead asked conversationally.
Dykstra nodded, grinning.
"We're in Vegas, man, of course I'm going out."
"Have a good one," Armistead replied, and Dykstra snorted.
"You bet your ass I will."
As Dykstra departed, Jeff Hardy walked in. Armistead had kept his word and had told him about the reason for the green paint after getting cleaned up - leaving out certain details, of course -, and the former Intercontinental Champ had laughed himself sick. Armistead and DX had joined him in a laughing fit when they saw Carlito's face upon hearing Umaga's entrance music.
"How goes it, Jeff?" Armistead greeted.
"Great. Listen, a bunch of us are going out to a club in a while. You in?"
Armistead nodded.
"No way I'd miss a chance to party in Vegas. Lemme grab a shower and I'll be right with you."
Jeff nodded and headed out to inform the others while Armistead got his shower. He'd just finished when he heard the locker room door close, and he draped a towel around his waist as he stepped out, figuring it was Jeff or one of the other superstars coming to see if he was ready.
"I'll be right with...you...guys..."
The realization that it wasn't one of the guys waiting for him hit full-force when he saw a surprised Mickie James staring at him. Armistead recovered first.
"You ok there, Mickie?" he asked, heading over to his stuff.
He watched for her answer, and inwardly swore when he saw her absently lick her lips while gazing at him. A surge of desire, stronger than any he'd ever experienced in the past, shot through him when he saw her action. Dammit, she's engaged! Stop acting like you're a twelve-year-old kid watching his first porno movie! She's off-limits!
Mickie had apparently been jarred away from wherever she was by his voice, for she turned to him and grinned.
"Nice towel, Luke...guess we're even now."
Armistead's jaw nearly dropped when she ran to the door, and looked back and laughed as she exited. Alone in the locker room again, it was nearly a full minute before he regained his senses enough to burst out laughing.
Coming Up: What's going to happen at the club?
