Callie Berry

Randy told me that he kissed Jessa last week, setting his plan in motion. He's inside her head now, whether she admits it or not. Her first kiss. How sweet. She really could do a lot worse than Randy Orton. Like Kurt Angle. He said she was fighting it, but she liked it. Randy is fully aware that he's going to have to do some world-class acting for the next little while to get what he wants from her. She wants a nice guy, a prince charming, and Randy is desperate to be The One.

"I told you it would work like a charm!" I laughed, slapping hands with Randy. "Did you see the look on her face when she got here tonight. She looked afraid. So funny."

"Do you think she told them what I did?" he asked.

"Oh, God no! Jessa is the biggest coward, like, ever. No way she's told them anything." The two of us were walking down the long hallway. We were heading back to the Evolution locker room. Tomorrow night we are heading back to SmackDown to make the roster's lives a living hell. Hunter plans to announce his plans to force Kurt Angle out of his General Manager's position tomorrow night. With Eric Bischoff on our side over here on Raw, we see no reason to remove him. But Kurt...he's always going to be in Jessa's back pocket. If they aren't with us, they're against us, and they will be neutralized. I swear Kurt would follow Jess through the gates of Hell if he could. "Why? Do you want her to tell them?"

"It doesn't matter to me. I'm sure if she told them, they would have come here and jumped me by now," he confessed. "So, what is your big plan with her, Callie?"

"Well, first we need to get her to start trusting you. So at some point, we need to start teasing that there may be a rift between you and the group." We walked into the locker room. Dawn Marie was out running errands for Ric. From his spot in the corner, Dave flashed me a smile as he worked at the laces on his boots. We had a huge fight last night, one we still haven't made up from. I'm still insulted he would bring a stripper back to his hotel room while I'm out with the girls. He knows I'm not okay with it at all, but he enjoys pushing my buttons. He's good at it.

"How do we go about that?"

"I don't know. We'll put on a united front while we push out Kurt Angle. The rift doesn't necessarily have to be televised. Just start confiding in her, Randy. She has a real savior's complex. She wants to help everyone. Even the ones beyond saving." Like me.

"Oh, she's the bleeding heart type, is she?"

"Oh, you have no idea," I told him. I sat down, making a clear point to stay away from Dave on the other side of the room. Dave stood and slid an Evolution T-shirt over his exposed torso.

"She taste like gold medals, Randy?" Dave teased. Randy and I laughed. Kurt's fondness of her and her lack of interest is everyone's favorite running joke backstage, even if Kurt isn't aware of it.

"She tastes like peppermint," he told Dave. That doesn't surprise me, between the candy canes at Christmas and the mints she always keeps in her purse. "I could see it in her eyes. She felt it."

"Oh, I'm sure she felt something," Dave laughed. "I think you felt it, too."

"She's the most infuriating woman I've ever met, but you know me - I've always liked a challenge."

"So have I," Dave agreed, shooting me a wink. I scoffed; I wasn't that big of a challenge. He only had to pursue me for about a month. After Raw, one night, he found me drinking alone at a hotel bar. I was fresh off my breakup with Zach Gowen. I felt sorry for myself, because I thought Zach could help me, but he couldn't. He gave up. When Dave came to me that night, I had just started seeing John, and I had come to have little to no faith in him, either.

Dave sweet-talked me, bought me a lot of doubles. Before I knew it, we were dirty dancing in the bar, making out and feeling each other up. Some prude with a bad weave told us to get a room, so I went back to Dave's. It seemed like a good idea. John tried phoning the entire night, but I shut my phone off at three in the morning and had another round with Dave. I didn't feel guilty then. I still don't.

After that night, Dave and I met and hooked up wherever we could, whenever we could, in every place we could. For the few months that our relationship was shrouded in secrecy, things were intense. There was always that fear of getting caught. It was hard to act afraid of him, of Hunter and Ric and Randy when I knew that they were nice guys who were watching my back. I don't think I acted convincingly, but John and Jess were so desperate to "save me" that I don't think they noticed something was amiss. John even outright ignored the other Divas suspicions backstage. So did Jess. They wanted to believe I was this pure, innocent thing. Jess should know better. There's never been anything innocent about me.

The door opened and Stephanie walked in with her husband close behind her. She was dressed like she was ready to go to a WWE Board of Directors meeting, in a crisp black suit with an open white shirt. "So, it's been set in stone for tomorrow night. Hunter's going to take on Kurt for the GM position of SmackDown. Dad got the Board to approve. Kurt should find out sooner rather than later, I imagine." She sat down beside me. "Hey, Callie. How are you doing tonight?"

"Pretty good, Steph. How about you?"

"Great, now that I finally have a break." She flashed a smile at her stone-faced husband. He's already planning what we're going to do to the merry band of misfits when he takes over. He's never liked Kurt Angle, stemming back to a couple of years ago when Kurt tried to steal Stephanie away from him. Stephanie tolerates Kurt, but I can tell he wears on her last nerve very quickly. I imagine she's sort of relieved that Kurt's so infatuated with Jess. It gives her a break.

Ric walked into the locker room with two ring-rats, one dressed in an Evolution T-shirt, the other dressed in an Edge T-shirt. I assumed he found them trying to get backstage. For a sixty year-old man, Ric acts like a twenty year-old rock star. It's pathetic, but I would never say that to his face. Especially with Dave, Hunter and Randy around; they love Ric.

One of the girls left Ric's arms to make a beeline for Dave. She was doe-eyed with waist-length blonde hair. I stuck my foot out and she fell, face-first, into Stephanie's lap. She got up quickly, embarrassed and apologetic. Dave shot a look at me, but I dared him silently to make a scene. He was smart enough to keep his mouth shut in front of everybody. His wandering eye and his inability to keep his dick in his pants is a huge issue in our relationship, but he doesn't seem to care.

Randy stood. "I should get going. I got a match coming up." He tried to move past Ric with the other girl, a black haired woman with grey eyes and a huge rack. Her hand swung, slapping him hard on the ass. Randy turned to her, cocking an eyebrow. She shot him a grin, twirling her hair around her fingers. Randy responded by leaving.

I looked at Stephanie and wondered how she puts up with all the women wanting to be around her husband. I wondered how she feels when Ric brings back multiple women to "party". If it bothers her, she never shows it. But then again, who would be stupid enough to cheat on the Billionaire Princess?