"Adam, look alive!"
After Adam had dropped Amy off at her house last night, he had gone back to his apartment and gone to bed. He was back at work today, getting the usual teasing from his friend, Randy Orton.
"Not as alive as your mom last night, Orton."
"Oh, so you fucked my mum? Hmm, I'm pretty sure the only thing you've ever slept with is that dreadful uncle of yours. Go tell it to him, Copeland." Randy Orton was a tall, handsome British man fresh out of the Marines. Adam wasn't sure how he ended up working at Best Buy.
"Ha ha ha." Adam laughed sarcastically. He was slipping into a daze, thinking about the redheaded WWE Diva he had taken on a date the previous night.
"Looky there, Adam. It looks like little Rey Rey is chatting up that Lisa Moretti girl. What a beaut she is. I need to land some cat, I need to land some cat real bad. What 'bout you? Had any good lays recently? Adam? Snap out of it, chap. I don't need you making me look bad infront of the boss," Randy said, gesturing with a nod to their manager, Lance Storm. While many viewed Lance as a brute and nothing else, Adam had seen his fun side and often went out to have drinks with him.
"How come you're so shy of getting embarrassed, you have a crush on him, huh?" Adam jokingly asked, displaying a bright white grin.
"Not as bad as you got it for that Lita girl." When Adam eyed him questioningly, Randy continued. "That wrestling girl, she came in here yesterday. Followed you around like a lost pup, remember?" This time it was Orton's turn to grin.
"Oh, shut up, Randy. You don't know anything." Adam snapped grouchily.
"Cool it, hot shot. How was she? She looks like a real Hellcat, you know. I'd bet she was great in the sack. Scratching and clawing, like a pretty little kitty-"
"We didn't do anything." Adam interrupted. "I just took her to TGI Fridays-"
"No wonder. That's not where you take girls like her, you have to take these types to fancy places to get them into bed. Fried cheese isn't going to get you anywhere."
"I'm not trying to get into her pants, Orton."
"Like bloody Hell you're not. I know you, Copeland. You're a womanizer. You just want the cat, nothing else. Just the cat. One day that cat's going to claw your eyes out, Copeland."
"Why don't you go sell something? The last thing you got rid of was that toaster and that was three weeks ago." Adam said, scratching the back of his head. Randy put a pout on his face and began walking away.
"Oh, okay then, it's about the sales. You just want to sell her crap."
"Eddie, Eddie, Eddie! Joanie wants you." Chris Jericho shouted in a whisper. The entire WWF locker room was currently being coached by Shane McMahon, who was giving a pep talk to all the Superstars and Divas. Chris Jericho sat in the back row of chairs, sitting in his backwards. Next to him was Bob Holly on one side, Booker T on the other. One row ahead was Eddie who was sitting next to Chavo and Chris Benoit, two rows infront of them there sat Joanie Laurer, better known as Chyna. Eddie looked up to see Chyna mouthing something to him, only for Shane to tell her to pay attention because if she didn't pay attention in the ring then she wouldn't get paid. Eddie eyed the people sitting next to her. There was Triple H and Shawn Michaels, the rebelious tag team entitled D-Generation-X, and on the other side of her sat Lita. Eddie became lost in thought. Was what Chavo had told him true?
Eddie shook his head, suddenly noticing The Undertaker staring at the red head with a scary expression on his face.
