Disclaimers- Same story as chapter 8

Author's note- Sorry I haven't updated in a while, school's been hectic and I have been really sick. Please read and review my sucky story!

--- Chapter Nine--- Randy slumped against the airport seats, his shirt crinkled from his earlier sleep. He tenderly touched the bandage across his nose.

"Ouch!' he winced. He stood up and wandered over to the window to look at his reflection. His usually perfect face was bruised, purple and swollen. He cursed under his breath. The door of the airport slid open and Stacy Keibler strolled in looking confident as always. She spotted Randy and waved, but he could tell she was trying to hold back laughter. Stacy turned around and quickly ducked outside, then re appeared dragging someone in. Randy turned back to the window. He didn't want whoever it was to see him like this.

--Outside-- "Come on Tasha" Stacy grabbed her arm and tried to pull Tasha into the airport. She still had shades of a smirk on her face from seeing Randy Orton with his usual arrogant face purple and swollen. She had to admit that she did feel a little sorry for him, but just the thought of his bruised face made her laugh. She let go of Tasha and began to laugh again.

"NO! I am not going in there! See, you're even laughing at me. This is so embarrassing. I don't know anyone in there, and everyone is going to look at me like I' some kind of obsessed fan!" She dug the heel of her boot into the ground.

"I am not laughing at you Tasha! I'm laughing at......... something else," she giggled again, "and besides, everyone in there is going to know you as the girl who punched Randy Orton! Now come on!" Stacy pulled her through the doors of the airport.

Tasha went a bright shade of red as people wandered over to say hello to Stacy. "Hey Stace! Who's your friend?" a red headed woman asked looking at Tasha strangely.

"Oh hey Ames, this is Tasha. Tasha this is Amy," she whispered something into Amy's ear and Amy laughed. Tasha blushed even more.

"Hi Tasha, I'm Amy but you can call me Lita if you like, it's my stage name. Wow! I really love your top! Where did you get it?" Tasha glanced down at her blood red singlet, with the fishnet midriff.

"Uh..... I, um.... I made it myself," she managed to cough. Amy laughed even more before turning to Stacy to talk about show details.

"Why don't you come with me and Amy, and we'll introduce you to the rest of the girls. They're all really nice, don't worry, they don't bite," she paused "hard!" Stacy and Amy lead the way over to a big group of women, all talking and laughing.

"Hey Stace!" Trish waved and bounded over to give Stacy a hug. "Who's this? Hi, I'm Trish by the way! Let me introduce you to the group!" Before she could protest Trish grabbed Tasha by the arm and pulled her right into the middle of the group. She then proceeded to stand on one of the airport waiting area chairs, and pulled Tasha up onto the one next to her.

"Alright ladies, listen up!" the Divas continued to talk, only glancing up at Trish. "Gu-uys!" she winged. Before she realised what she was doing, she brought her fingers to her lips and let out a shrill whistle. The Divas looked up quickly as Tasha began to blush.

"Sorry," she muttered as Stacy, Trish and Amy began to laugh. The Divas began whispering, all looking up at Tasha.

"That's better, ladies I'd like you to meet the soon to be newest diva....." she looked towards Tasha and whispered "what's your name?" Tasha couldn't help but giggle.

"It's Tasha. My name is Tasha Dale," "Ladies, I'd like you to meet the newest Diva of the crew, Miss Tasha Dale!" Trish began to clap as Tasha climbed down from the chair. The large group of women swamped her. Everyone began talking at once.

"Hey! What's up? My name's Lisa Marie, or Victoria!" a beautiful dark haired woman waltzed up and shook her hand.

"I'm Torrie, and this is my partner in crime, Sable" A bubbly blonde and an older looking woman waved happily.

Tasha was overwhelmed by the sudden amount of attention, when she noticed a few of the guys starting to become aware of the commotion. She watched as a group of four men strode over. Hmmm, she thought, they look familiar. Then she noticed the face of one of them. The bruised swollen nose, and the sparkling blue eyes of Randy Orton.

"No way!" she muttered silently.