Chapter 20:
"Hey sweetie," Jean said cheerfully, as she bounced happily into Rene's locker room.
"Hey hun," Rene said, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek. "What's up?"
"Nothing much. Finally done having to listen to Jeff complain about us, thank God!"
"Oh really, what's he complaining about?"
"He says we're too adorable," Jean said, tossing her hair.
"Well, he's right on one part at least – you're too adorable," Rene said, winking at her.
Jean rolled her eyes. "Quit. The sappy compliments are not needed."
"Well fine then," Rene said. "I see how much I'm appreciated." He crossed his arms and pouted.
"Oh stop that," Jean said, wrinkling her nose at him. "Quit that!" she complained when he gave her the puppy dog eyes. "You know how much I hate it when you do that!"
"Am I supposed to care about that?" Rene asked, raising his eyebrow.
"Um, yeah. I'm your girlfriend after all!"
"Oh right. I forgot about that."
"WHAT?!"
"I'm just kidding! I swear! I would never forget something that important!" Rene said, grabbing Jean around the waist as she moved towards the door. "I'm just kidding sweetie," he said, trying to get her to talk to him. "Pleeease?" he begged. "Honey, please talk to me. I'm sorry!"
Jean raised an eyebrow at him, but still didn't speak.
"You know I was just kidding sweetie. I would never forget something so important as the fact that you're my girlfriend. I'm too busy being grateful every day that I was blessed with someone as great as you."
"Aww," Jean cracked at Rene's confession. "That's so sweet."
Rene smiled happily. "So does this mean that you're talking to me now?"
"Yeah, I'm talking to you again," Jean said ruefully, shaking her head. "I swear, one of these days I'm going to figure out exactly how you always manage to get me to not be mad at you anymore."
"Hopefully not," Rene said, slightly alarmed. "If you figure it out, then I'll be screwed! Please don't try!"
Jean laughed at his pleading face. "I make no guarantees."
"Well that's no fun."
"So?"
"Sheesh. You're so sweet sometimes, you know that?"
"Oh, I try my hardest," Jean said, smiling angelically.
Rene just shook his head. "Alright then. Anyway sweetie, I need to get ready for my match now, so I'm gonna have to kick you out."
Jean pouted for a second, then shrugged. "Okie doke. I gotta go find Evolution's locker room and meet up with the guys to see what's going down tonight. I'll talk to you after the show," she said and kissed Rene on the cheek and then headed towards the door.
"Excuse me," Rene said, acting affronted. "That's all I get?!"
Jean grinned at her boyfriend and walked back over and kissed him. "Better?"
"Much," Rene said, satisfied. "I'll talk to you later babe."
"Bye sweetie," she said, blowing a kiss at him as she walked out the door. She walked happily out of his locker room so that she could go find her own. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry!" she said as she bumped into a girl with long chestnut hair as she came around the corner.
"Oh, it's okay," the girl said, looking at her. "I've taken worse hits before."
"I know the feeling," Jean said, rolling her eyes. "It's all worth it in the end though."
"Yeah," the girl agreed. "Anyway, I gotta go find my dad so I'll see you around."
"Later," Jean said, wrinkling her brow after the retreating girl as she tried to figure out who she was. She'd seen the girl around a lot in the past week or two, but she'd never been introduced to her. To tell the truth, the girl had worried her a little bit because she dressed in leather pants and tight shirts and wore a bandanna over her long chestnut colored hair and she was really pretty, and Jean had been slightly worried that Rene might want her. She wasn't fake pretty like some of the divas, namely Torrie and Sable, Jean thought wrinkling her nose at the thought of the two bitchy divas. She'd met them at one of the pay-per-views, and she really hadn't liked their attitudes at all. They both thought that they were hot shit because they'd posed in Playboy, and they acted like everyone was supposed to get down on their hands and knees and worship the ground they walked on. But now...now that she'd met the girl...she thought that the girl seemed kinda cool. Sure, she had the whole badass persona, but then again, so did Lita...and the girl had taken being bumped into pretty well. Jean made up her mind to find the girl later on that night and formally introduce herself because the girl seemed cool as hell. "Shit!" Jean said as she glanced at her watch, and she hurried off to find Evolution's locker room so that she could get ready for the night.
"Well, it's nice of you to finally grace us with your presence," Randy joked as she made her way into the locker room ten minutes later.
"Oh you hush," Jean said, tossing her hair. "I don't need your lip."
"You might not, but your character does," Randy said, winking at her.
"Hey, that's not exactly my choice there. I'm with you because I'm forced not because I chose to."
"Ouch, that one hurt," Randy said wincing. "I can see when I'm not loved. I'm just going to go drown myself in the shower now."
"Oh shut up," Jean said, rolling her eyes at Randy's theatrics. "You're too tall to drown in the damn shower. I don't think that I could even do that!"
"Hey! You just ruined my moment," Randy pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Okay children," Ric said, chuckling at the youngest two's conversation. "Y'all need to quit now so that we can go over the plan for tonight. Jean, here's your script, and you might want to look over it."
Jean took the script from Ric and quickly flipped through it. "What the hell? I'm managing a tag team match between Randy and Dave and Undertaker and Kane? What the hell?!"
Dave laughed at the shocked look on her face. "Don't worry about it sweetie, Ric's going to walk down with you so you'll be safe. He'll try and keep Amber off of you."
"Wait, Amber? Who's Amber?" Jean asked, her attention diverted.
"Amber is Mark's daughter in real life, and his daughter on the show, but she goes by the ring name of Precious because Mark called her his 'Precious Cargo' one night because she rides in on his motorcycle with him and it just stuck," Dave explained.
"Wait, does she have long chestnut hair? Really pretty? Wears leather pants & tight shirts?" Jean asked, starting to make a connection.
"Yeah, that's her," Dave told her. "She comes off as quite the badass though because of the way she looks."
"Yeah," Randy agreed. "She's hot, but I'd be scared to go anywhere near her because of her dad."
Jean raised an eyebrow at Randy. "Wait, what was that? The self- professed legend killer is too scared to go near a girl because of her father, who just happens to be a legend!"
"Yes, but Undertaker is a fighting legend, not a retired one," Randy said. "Not to mention the simple fact that that's my character, not who I really am. I'm saying that outside of the show that I wouldn't mind dating her, but Mark Callaway scared the holy hell out of me and I'd rather not tangle with him if I don't have to. Facing him in the ring is enough for me...I feel no desire to mess with him outside of it. I have a very healthy respect for my own skin, and the bones beneath it, and my personal choice is definitely to remain whole and unbroken."
Jean stared at Randy thoughtfully, a plan forming in her mind. She thought that Randy and Amber would actually be a cute couple physically. Granted, she didn't know the girl at all or what her personality was like, much less how well it would mesh with Randy's personality, but hey...it was always something to think about.
"Hey now, I don't like that look in your eyes," Randy said nervously as Jean continued to look at him pensively. "Please don't do this to me."
"Oh quit being a baby," Jean said, rolling her eyes. "You're a big boy. Act like it."
Ric laughed. "I guess she just told you Randy."
"Shut up Ric."
Ric just laughed at the look on the younger man's face. "Why don't you three all go get ready for your match because it's supposed to start in half an hour?" he suggested.
"Half an hour? Shit!" Jean cursed as she grabbed her bag which Jeff had dropped off for her and started rooting through it to find her ring attire. She ran straight for the bathroom with clothes in hand and changed quickly into the new outfit that she'd been given after officially joining Evolution, but she hadn't worn it yet because she'd been waiting for just the right time, and she figured that tonight was going to be it. She walked out of the bathroom and struck a pose for the guys jokingly, twirling in a circle slowly. "So what do you think?" she asked, motioning to her short black skirt and fitted light blue 'Evolution: Paid, Laid, and Made' halter top.
"Ow ow," Ric said, wolf-whistling at her jokingly.
"The Princess has made her entrance," Randy joked, smiling at her.
Jean grinned at him and mock-curtsied.
"Very nice," Dave said, laughing at her attempt to curtsy. "I think that would work better if you had a longer skirt."
"Yeah, probably," Jean agreed. "But this is what I was given, and y'know...you gotta work with what's available. That's why I'm stuck working with Randy after all."
Dave laughed. "Burn," he teased Randy.
Randy shrugged. "Hey, I figure I'm just with her until something better comes along."
"Hey!" Jean protested, smacking Randy in the arm.
Randy just smiled down at her innocently. "Can I help you with something?"
"God but you're impossible," Jean said, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, but you love me."
"I suppose."
"You suppose?"
"Yeah, I haven't decided yet."
"That was kinda harsh."
"Your point?"
"Jeez, remind me never to get in an argument with you."
"Okay. Never get into an argument with me."
Randy threw his hands up in the air. "And you say that I'M impossible?" he said, rolling his eyes.
"Yes, I do believe that I did," Jean said, trying not to laugh.
"That's enough children," Ric said. "Do I need to put you in time- out?"
"Oh please daddy no!" Jean joked.
"That's it! Get in your corner!" Ric exclaimed, pointing to one of the corners of the room. "Stay there until I tell you that you can come out."
Jean laughed and made her way over to the corner, grabbing her bag as she went because the corner he'd pointed to was right by the mirror. She quickly pulled her hair back into two shoulder-length braided pigtails and re-did her make-up for the show, trying to act like the guys weren't watching her. "Okay. Have you never seen a girl get ready before?" she said, turning to them fifteen minutes later.
"Um, no, not really," Randy admitted. "They're usually ready by the time I get there."
"Oh lord. So basically the highlight of every Monday night for you is going to be watching me get ready. Dear lord, somebody save me from this insanity!" Jean pleaded, looking at the ceiling.
Randy just rolled his eyes at her. "Finish getting ready and let's go dearie. We've got a match to fight."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. So who's supposed to win tonight?" Jean asked as she uncapped her lip gloss and put it on quickly.
"Taker and Kane," Batista answered.
"Not surprising," Jean said, recapping it and putting it back in her bag. "I guess you can't kill their legends yet Randy."
Randy smiled indulgently and patted Jean on the head. "It's okay honey. Just because you're too small to kill any legends...OOF!"
Jean elbowed him in the stomach at that remark. "Not funny," she said dryly. "Now can we go?"
"Why of course," Dave said, extending his arm to her.
"Thank you kind sir," Jean said, linking arms with him, and then she turned to look at Randy. "Are you coming?"
"Yes dear," he said, linking arms with her so that she was sandwiched between him and Batista.
Jean looked up at the two of them. "Thank God for high heels," she muttered, looking down at the four inch heels on her boots.
Dave laughed. "It's okay little one. You might grow eventually."
"I doubt it," Jean said as the three of them exited the locker room and made their way to the top of the ramp. She smiled at Trish as they passed her on their way. "Hey girl!" she called out.
"I'll talk to you later Jean! Have fun out there!" Trish told her as she headed back to the women's locker room.
"Will do!" Jean yelled after her. The three of them paused once they reached the curtain that marked the top of the ramp. "Well boys, are we ready for this?" Jean asked, looking at them.
"Hell yeah!" Randy exclaimed, then reached for her hand as Evolution's music began to play and the three of them confidently made their way down the ramp to face Undertaker and Kane who were already in the ring with Precious.
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A/N: I know that not a lot happens in this chapter so it's kinda boring, but it will get better soon I promise! I have final exams coming up this week so I'm not going to have much of a chance to write, but I'll try to update again as soon as I can.
"Hey sweetie," Jean said cheerfully, as she bounced happily into Rene's locker room.
"Hey hun," Rene said, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek. "What's up?"
"Nothing much. Finally done having to listen to Jeff complain about us, thank God!"
"Oh really, what's he complaining about?"
"He says we're too adorable," Jean said, tossing her hair.
"Well, he's right on one part at least – you're too adorable," Rene said, winking at her.
Jean rolled her eyes. "Quit. The sappy compliments are not needed."
"Well fine then," Rene said. "I see how much I'm appreciated." He crossed his arms and pouted.
"Oh stop that," Jean said, wrinkling her nose at him. "Quit that!" she complained when he gave her the puppy dog eyes. "You know how much I hate it when you do that!"
"Am I supposed to care about that?" Rene asked, raising his eyebrow.
"Um, yeah. I'm your girlfriend after all!"
"Oh right. I forgot about that."
"WHAT?!"
"I'm just kidding! I swear! I would never forget something that important!" Rene said, grabbing Jean around the waist as she moved towards the door. "I'm just kidding sweetie," he said, trying to get her to talk to him. "Pleeease?" he begged. "Honey, please talk to me. I'm sorry!"
Jean raised an eyebrow at him, but still didn't speak.
"You know I was just kidding sweetie. I would never forget something so important as the fact that you're my girlfriend. I'm too busy being grateful every day that I was blessed with someone as great as you."
"Aww," Jean cracked at Rene's confession. "That's so sweet."
Rene smiled happily. "So does this mean that you're talking to me now?"
"Yeah, I'm talking to you again," Jean said ruefully, shaking her head. "I swear, one of these days I'm going to figure out exactly how you always manage to get me to not be mad at you anymore."
"Hopefully not," Rene said, slightly alarmed. "If you figure it out, then I'll be screwed! Please don't try!"
Jean laughed at his pleading face. "I make no guarantees."
"Well that's no fun."
"So?"
"Sheesh. You're so sweet sometimes, you know that?"
"Oh, I try my hardest," Jean said, smiling angelically.
Rene just shook his head. "Alright then. Anyway sweetie, I need to get ready for my match now, so I'm gonna have to kick you out."
Jean pouted for a second, then shrugged. "Okie doke. I gotta go find Evolution's locker room and meet up with the guys to see what's going down tonight. I'll talk to you after the show," she said and kissed Rene on the cheek and then headed towards the door.
"Excuse me," Rene said, acting affronted. "That's all I get?!"
Jean grinned at her boyfriend and walked back over and kissed him. "Better?"
"Much," Rene said, satisfied. "I'll talk to you later babe."
"Bye sweetie," she said, blowing a kiss at him as she walked out the door. She walked happily out of his locker room so that she could go find her own. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry!" she said as she bumped into a girl with long chestnut hair as she came around the corner.
"Oh, it's okay," the girl said, looking at her. "I've taken worse hits before."
"I know the feeling," Jean said, rolling her eyes. "It's all worth it in the end though."
"Yeah," the girl agreed. "Anyway, I gotta go find my dad so I'll see you around."
"Later," Jean said, wrinkling her brow after the retreating girl as she tried to figure out who she was. She'd seen the girl around a lot in the past week or two, but she'd never been introduced to her. To tell the truth, the girl had worried her a little bit because she dressed in leather pants and tight shirts and wore a bandanna over her long chestnut colored hair and she was really pretty, and Jean had been slightly worried that Rene might want her. She wasn't fake pretty like some of the divas, namely Torrie and Sable, Jean thought wrinkling her nose at the thought of the two bitchy divas. She'd met them at one of the pay-per-views, and she really hadn't liked their attitudes at all. They both thought that they were hot shit because they'd posed in Playboy, and they acted like everyone was supposed to get down on their hands and knees and worship the ground they walked on. But now...now that she'd met the girl...she thought that the girl seemed kinda cool. Sure, she had the whole badass persona, but then again, so did Lita...and the girl had taken being bumped into pretty well. Jean made up her mind to find the girl later on that night and formally introduce herself because the girl seemed cool as hell. "Shit!" Jean said as she glanced at her watch, and she hurried off to find Evolution's locker room so that she could get ready for the night.
"Well, it's nice of you to finally grace us with your presence," Randy joked as she made her way into the locker room ten minutes later.
"Oh you hush," Jean said, tossing her hair. "I don't need your lip."
"You might not, but your character does," Randy said, winking at her.
"Hey, that's not exactly my choice there. I'm with you because I'm forced not because I chose to."
"Ouch, that one hurt," Randy said wincing. "I can see when I'm not loved. I'm just going to go drown myself in the shower now."
"Oh shut up," Jean said, rolling her eyes at Randy's theatrics. "You're too tall to drown in the damn shower. I don't think that I could even do that!"
"Hey! You just ruined my moment," Randy pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Okay children," Ric said, chuckling at the youngest two's conversation. "Y'all need to quit now so that we can go over the plan for tonight. Jean, here's your script, and you might want to look over it."
Jean took the script from Ric and quickly flipped through it. "What the hell? I'm managing a tag team match between Randy and Dave and Undertaker and Kane? What the hell?!"
Dave laughed at the shocked look on her face. "Don't worry about it sweetie, Ric's going to walk down with you so you'll be safe. He'll try and keep Amber off of you."
"Wait, Amber? Who's Amber?" Jean asked, her attention diverted.
"Amber is Mark's daughter in real life, and his daughter on the show, but she goes by the ring name of Precious because Mark called her his 'Precious Cargo' one night because she rides in on his motorcycle with him and it just stuck," Dave explained.
"Wait, does she have long chestnut hair? Really pretty? Wears leather pants & tight shirts?" Jean asked, starting to make a connection.
"Yeah, that's her," Dave told her. "She comes off as quite the badass though because of the way she looks."
"Yeah," Randy agreed. "She's hot, but I'd be scared to go anywhere near her because of her dad."
Jean raised an eyebrow at Randy. "Wait, what was that? The self- professed legend killer is too scared to go near a girl because of her father, who just happens to be a legend!"
"Yes, but Undertaker is a fighting legend, not a retired one," Randy said. "Not to mention the simple fact that that's my character, not who I really am. I'm saying that outside of the show that I wouldn't mind dating her, but Mark Callaway scared the holy hell out of me and I'd rather not tangle with him if I don't have to. Facing him in the ring is enough for me...I feel no desire to mess with him outside of it. I have a very healthy respect for my own skin, and the bones beneath it, and my personal choice is definitely to remain whole and unbroken."
Jean stared at Randy thoughtfully, a plan forming in her mind. She thought that Randy and Amber would actually be a cute couple physically. Granted, she didn't know the girl at all or what her personality was like, much less how well it would mesh with Randy's personality, but hey...it was always something to think about.
"Hey now, I don't like that look in your eyes," Randy said nervously as Jean continued to look at him pensively. "Please don't do this to me."
"Oh quit being a baby," Jean said, rolling her eyes. "You're a big boy. Act like it."
Ric laughed. "I guess she just told you Randy."
"Shut up Ric."
Ric just laughed at the look on the younger man's face. "Why don't you three all go get ready for your match because it's supposed to start in half an hour?" he suggested.
"Half an hour? Shit!" Jean cursed as she grabbed her bag which Jeff had dropped off for her and started rooting through it to find her ring attire. She ran straight for the bathroom with clothes in hand and changed quickly into the new outfit that she'd been given after officially joining Evolution, but she hadn't worn it yet because she'd been waiting for just the right time, and she figured that tonight was going to be it. She walked out of the bathroom and struck a pose for the guys jokingly, twirling in a circle slowly. "So what do you think?" she asked, motioning to her short black skirt and fitted light blue 'Evolution: Paid, Laid, and Made' halter top.
"Ow ow," Ric said, wolf-whistling at her jokingly.
"The Princess has made her entrance," Randy joked, smiling at her.
Jean grinned at him and mock-curtsied.
"Very nice," Dave said, laughing at her attempt to curtsy. "I think that would work better if you had a longer skirt."
"Yeah, probably," Jean agreed. "But this is what I was given, and y'know...you gotta work with what's available. That's why I'm stuck working with Randy after all."
Dave laughed. "Burn," he teased Randy.
Randy shrugged. "Hey, I figure I'm just with her until something better comes along."
"Hey!" Jean protested, smacking Randy in the arm.
Randy just smiled down at her innocently. "Can I help you with something?"
"God but you're impossible," Jean said, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, but you love me."
"I suppose."
"You suppose?"
"Yeah, I haven't decided yet."
"That was kinda harsh."
"Your point?"
"Jeez, remind me never to get in an argument with you."
"Okay. Never get into an argument with me."
Randy threw his hands up in the air. "And you say that I'M impossible?" he said, rolling his eyes.
"Yes, I do believe that I did," Jean said, trying not to laugh.
"That's enough children," Ric said. "Do I need to put you in time- out?"
"Oh please daddy no!" Jean joked.
"That's it! Get in your corner!" Ric exclaimed, pointing to one of the corners of the room. "Stay there until I tell you that you can come out."
Jean laughed and made her way over to the corner, grabbing her bag as she went because the corner he'd pointed to was right by the mirror. She quickly pulled her hair back into two shoulder-length braided pigtails and re-did her make-up for the show, trying to act like the guys weren't watching her. "Okay. Have you never seen a girl get ready before?" she said, turning to them fifteen minutes later.
"Um, no, not really," Randy admitted. "They're usually ready by the time I get there."
"Oh lord. So basically the highlight of every Monday night for you is going to be watching me get ready. Dear lord, somebody save me from this insanity!" Jean pleaded, looking at the ceiling.
Randy just rolled his eyes at her. "Finish getting ready and let's go dearie. We've got a match to fight."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. So who's supposed to win tonight?" Jean asked as she uncapped her lip gloss and put it on quickly.
"Taker and Kane," Batista answered.
"Not surprising," Jean said, recapping it and putting it back in her bag. "I guess you can't kill their legends yet Randy."
Randy smiled indulgently and patted Jean on the head. "It's okay honey. Just because you're too small to kill any legends...OOF!"
Jean elbowed him in the stomach at that remark. "Not funny," she said dryly. "Now can we go?"
"Why of course," Dave said, extending his arm to her.
"Thank you kind sir," Jean said, linking arms with him, and then she turned to look at Randy. "Are you coming?"
"Yes dear," he said, linking arms with her so that she was sandwiched between him and Batista.
Jean looked up at the two of them. "Thank God for high heels," she muttered, looking down at the four inch heels on her boots.
Dave laughed. "It's okay little one. You might grow eventually."
"I doubt it," Jean said as the three of them exited the locker room and made their way to the top of the ramp. She smiled at Trish as they passed her on their way. "Hey girl!" she called out.
"I'll talk to you later Jean! Have fun out there!" Trish told her as she headed back to the women's locker room.
"Will do!" Jean yelled after her. The three of them paused once they reached the curtain that marked the top of the ramp. "Well boys, are we ready for this?" Jean asked, looking at them.
"Hell yeah!" Randy exclaimed, then reached for her hand as Evolution's music began to play and the three of them confidently made their way down the ramp to face Undertaker and Kane who were already in the ring with Precious.
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A/N: I know that not a lot happens in this chapter so it's kinda boring, but it will get better soon I promise! I have final exams coming up this week so I'm not going to have much of a chance to write, but I'll try to update again as soon as I can.