The sexual tension me and Matt thought we had, was now multiplied by 100. The tension we will always have. I didn't forget about last night, and neither did he. Neither did anyone. They were convinced he was next. But, I was greeted by my "friend" the next morning. I was actually happy for that.
The matches were tonight. I wanted to get down to the gym to work out. I hadn't in a while. Down there, already, was Triple H. He was all sweaty and everything. I started out on stretching.
"You have a big match tonight." I said.
"Yup, me, The Rock, and Kurt Angel go at it. No title involved, but it should be a good match."
"I think Stone Cold should be in that match. The winner goes on to face Angel for the title."
"Austin? Nah, he'll get his chance. We have to have it out one more time before he has his shot at the glory. It would be perfect if I win tonight. But, who the hell knows." He said.
"You have to face Austin?" I asked.
"Next Raw." He answered. "It's a singles match. No tricks, no props, nothing."
"I'll be at the monitor looking at that one." I said. "So, how is the person going against Angel gonna be determined?"
"I'm not really sure yet. Either the winner of tonight goes against him, or another match. I'm not really sure."
"Well, if Austin's not going to be going after the title any time soon, you and The Rock should have it out. Whoever wins that match should go against Angel for the glory. Maybe on Smackdown."
"I'll talk to Vince about it. That's a good idea." He said. "Then, have the title match after me and Austin have it out."
"We have this all planned out!"
"What about you? Are you ever going to have a shot at the Women's title?"
"Oh, I haven't given that much thought. I've fought men, the only chick I fought was The Kat." I said. "I was thinking I'd have a better shot against Jericho for the Intercontentail belt."
"Yeah, things are looking that way." He said. "Maybe you should involve yourself in more women matches. Maybe something will happen with Ivory tonight."
"Maybe I can stir things up." I said getting more ideas.
"Just tell Jeff and Matt what you're planning to do." He said.
"Hell no! This is my thing. Just tell them after it all to keep out."
"You want your own drama?"
"Yes." I answered. "My entire backstage drama has been revolved around them. I mean, if Lita didn't leave, I wouldn't be with them. So, yeah I guess it's good." Triple H looked at me weirdly when I mentioned the fact that Lita left. Ha, that's not exactly the case, but I'll get into that when the time comes.
"So, do it." He said. "Screw around with Ivory. Should be fun to see."
"Me kick ass? Hell ya, that's fun to see." I smiled.
My match was with Ivory, Steven Richards, and The Goodfather. I'd fight all three at any time, but I wanted Ivory. She had the title, after all, and if I wanted a shot at the title, I'd have to prove that I could fight and beat the title holder. I had no doubt I could beat her. Maybe tonight Vince would consider the idea.
"I'll talk to Vince. Maybe after tonight he can put you in a few female matches." Triple H said. "Or, maybe he'll keep pushing you and put you in the Intercontinental race."
"Either way, I think I could win."
"That's the attitude you need in this business." He told me. "If you don't have a little ego, you'll never make it. But, I think you might be better off in the Women's title race."
"That's just it. Everyone expects me to do that. But, no one knows how good I really am. Hell, Steph said I reminded her of Chyna, and she took home the Intercontinental belt." I added more weight to the machine.
"Go for it. Either way, I'm letting Vince know you should start working towards a belt."
A belt. Anyone who dreams of WWF stardom dreams of receiving a belt. Light-heavy Weight, European, Intercontinental, Tag Team, Women, and the all might World Wrestling Federation belt. Everyone wants one. Not everyone can get one. The emotional ride it is to be the one who is handed the belt is amazing.
"You're one of the best new starts this federation has seen in a while. You're the best female fighter, second only to Chyna. But, her injury has thrusted you into the top spot. I know that, I'm sure you know that, face it, the whole Goddamn federation knows that. You'll get a belt. Either a Women's belt or the Intercontinental belt. Hell, why not get both?"
I smiled. I didn't know that. I knew I was a good wrestler, but what Triple H said surprised me. Chyna, well she was the Goddess of wrestling. A comparrassion to her is like a huge deal to any female in the business. People like her give females in this business a great name.
"You think I'm that good?" I asked.
"Yes." He answered. "Look, I know you feel like you have something to prove. Maybe you don't. Maybe it's what the female rep is here, whatever it is, you're a great wrestler. And, your attitude towards it, is the best there is. You're heading on the right path to success. You're going to be someone, a real someone." He put his weights down and left me to think.
My actions in wrestling, my style, my whole deal with it was a mix of the two things Triple H said. I felt like I had something to prove, and I hated the rep females have. Not like any of them help it out. This goes back to my days in school, wrestling school. I fought men, mostly men. My sexy moves in the ring were because of that. A way to make them powerless. My innocence was lost when I went to wrestling school.
I wanted to keep on top. I didn't want to be another slut, like most of the females were. With Triple H's words, and my own small ego, I decided to push forward and go for the Intercontinental belt....even though it was Jericho who had it.
If I was going to do that, I knew I had to tell a few people, Jericho being the first. We had a great friendship, and I didn't want to lose that because of a belt. Hey, maybe by the time I reach that point someone else will have it.
I was working out and didn't even see Mr. Rock come in. He sat at the machine next to me and looked at me for a few moments before I realized he was there. I sat up, and smiled.
"Sorry, I was really working out." I said. "So, you and Hunter are having it out tonight."
"Yeah, I was pretty surprised about that. I mean, all's been quiet with us."
"Well, it's not just you and him, Angel's thrown in too."
"Yes, but this will lead to a small thing with us. Always does." He set his legs on the leg press. "Besides, me and Triple H have some history."
"History?" I asked.
"Yeah! We go way back." He answered. "But, with this thing going on. Me, you, Matt, Jeff, Jay, Adam, him, and Jericho, Vince is getting a little ancy on what he's gonna do next. Is the on going drama that lies between these people going to go? Or, will it stay, forget the closeness we have?"
"Well, if that's what your pitching at me, this is what I think. I think you and Hunter should have your last huge deal in a match for the belt. Say, you win. You go on for the belt, but Hunter, unknown to you, decides to help you win it. We all know his hate for Angel is very high. And, if he wins, you do just the same for him. That way, you can throw away the old deal, and start fresh with this eight man thing we have going on. This eight man deal could start some better fights and some newer things."
"I love how your mind works." He said.
We started figuring out away to pitch this to Vince. Thinking on how we could convince him. I told Mr. Rock my idea with Triple H and Stone Cold. He said everything is going to Vince. Telling him the new things we can start up. But, not letting the Stone Cold and HHH thing die.
After a while, I couldn't do another rep. Me and Mr. Rock walked back to the rooms. We still had awhile before the matches and couldn't think of a damn thing to do.
"Wanna go to the mall?" He asked. "I saw one down the road."
"Sure." I answered. He went with me into my room.
"What's going on with you and Christian?" He asked. "I found it odd that you didn't really talk when we went out for ice-cream."
"We're fine." I answered.
"The whole gang is confused if you two are going out or not." He said. I continued to look for my money. "I'm guessing I'm not getting an answer."
"Found it." I said. "Lets go."
I found out who The Rock really was. I got to know him as Dwayne. He was such a sweet guy. He was telling me about some of the drama he was involved in, and brining up new ideas.
"If we play our cards right, this eight man deal can work out very well." He said. "Involving us in a lot of things, more than some are used to."
"More then I'll be used to." I said.
"The shit that happens backstage is a way for the new people to get noticed more."
"I don't want to be noticed as a slut like the rest of them, or as a pain in the ass like Lita."
"You don't like her, do you?" He asked.
"There is no one I hate more in this business." I answered. "And that's the damn truth, damn truth."
"Well, I think the two of you should have it out in the ring." He said.
"What? So Dean can come in and screw it up. You know Matt will turn and fight for her." I said. "Then, if Matt goes, Jeff will follow. I'll get screwed out of a win coz the Hardyz will turn and go after Dean."
"They wouldn't." He said.
"Yes, they would." I replied. I started to walk faster. "Once a member of 2Xtreme, always a member of 2Xtreme."
He chased after me.
"Destiny." He called.
"Why don't I just leave 2Xtreme and have her come back. It's what they want."
"Where is this coming from?" He asked.
"I know how they look at each other. I know that no matter what they say, they'll go in for her at a drop of a dime. And, I know that if I fight Lita, they'll turn and fight Dean because I damn well know he'll be there."
He took me by the shoulders and said, "I know you can do this fight. I know you can win. But, think if you do win. If you win, Matt and Jeff just could have more respect for you."
So, where is this coming from? Some has to do with jealousy. I have to say I've noticed Lita looking at me, giving me evil looks. I hated her before I got into this, before I signed the contract. And, I do know she wants everyone to believe that there was something between her and one of the Hardyz. And, even though they deny it, I can't help but feel something. So, maybe, yes, it's a jealousy thing. But, there's more to it.
"I just know something will happen, and I might just be the one dropped from 2Xtreme."
"Don't worry. It doesn't have to happen." He said.
"Then, I kinda want to fight her. I want to kick the crap out of her. I know I can."
"Then do it."
"I might be going into the Intercontinental race." I blurted. Totally off track from what we were talking about.
"Huh?" He asked.
"Me and Hunter were talking and he said I should get into more female matches because I could easily win the Women's title. Then, I said I didn't really want to fight just girls. Then, he said he'd talk to Vince about an Intercontinental shot."
"Big shot." He said. "Jericho has it."
"That's the problem."
"Ah, I see. Well, maybe he won't have it by then." Dwayne said. Wow, I called him by his first name!
"Maybe-Oh, my God!" I shrieked. "I've been looking for a jacket like this!"
"It's a leather jacket." The Rock said.
"Pleather, not real leather. Anyways, I have been looking for one."
I dragged him into the store. He felt so out of place. He just walked around looking around.
"How does it look?" I asked.
"It's long." He answered.
"It's supposed to be." I told him. Those jackets that go down to your like ankles or whatever.
"In that case, it looks hot." He said.
"Hot?" I asked.
"Yeah, get it." He told him.
"Don't think you're getting out of this store that easy." I said.
I walked around trying to find something to go with my new jacket. I settled on a new pair of leather pants and a shirt that said Rock On. Satisfied with the sizes and look, I bought them.
"That wasn't so bad." I said.
"Nah, it wasn't." He replied. "But, now you have to go into a store with me."
"All right."
His store of choice, one that carried casual men's clothing. I looked for things for myself. Finding a shirt with Chinese symbols on it. Dwayne rolled his eyes at me when I went to buy it.
"We should get back." He said.
"Oh, right." I looked at my watch. "Matt and Jeff are gonna worry."
"When you get back, their gonna nag you for your idea."
"I'm not saying a word."
We got back with just enough time to change and leave. Rock was right, Matt and Jeff did nag about it. All three of us were in my hotel room.
"Why can't you tell us?!" Matt wined, banging on the bathroom door.
"Because." I said opening the door.
"You hold the record for peeing." Jeff said. I smiled took my shirt off and went around looking for a new one.
"How about this?" Matt asked holding up my Jerichoalic shirt.
"Great idea." I said taking it from him and putting it on. "Lets go."
"That is a sweet shirt." Jericho said.
"Naturally." I replied spinning around. "What number match are we?"
"Fifth." Jeff answered. "Jericho's first. Defending his belt against X-Pac, then, Edge and Christian go against Too Cool. Kane goes against Rakishi, Raven against Hardcore Holly, then us, Essa Rios against TAKA, Billy Gunn vs. Shawn Michaels, and then that Triple Threat."
"Wait, wait, Shawn Michaels?" I asked.
"Yeah, his first match back." Jericho answered.
"That guy seems so cool." I said.
"He is!" Jericho said. "Sucks that he got hurt."
"So, it's gonna be this big thing with him tonight?" I asked.
"Actually, I think no one's supposed to really know he's there untill the match starts."
"I have to see that match." I said.
The ride there was full of the usual talk. Who was going to do what to who once the matches started. I kept to myself. Thinking about my Intercontinental shot, my almost fight with Lita the one that could happen, and tonight's match. Thinking of my own moves and my own ideas.
Once we were there, I raced to the dressing room. Changed, and was out in record time. On my way out, I ran into the man of the night, Shawn Michaels. I just looked at him.
"New?" He asked. I nodded. "Shawn, The Heartbreaker, Michaels." We shook hands. "When did you start?"
"Not that long ago." I managed to say.
"Any good?"
"Yeah, I might be getting a shot at the Intercontinental belt." I said, not looking away from him.
"I'll be damned. That's pretty good." He said. "You in a group or do you fly solo?"
"Both, I'm part of Team Xtreme." I said. "2Xtreme Team, whatever you want to call it."
"The one with the Hardy Boyz, right? Thought Lita was part of that?"
"Not anymore." I answered shuddering at the name Lita.
"You have a match tonight?"
"Yup, me and the Hardyz against RTC."
He smiled and nodded. "Fun."
"It will be, I've got a plan."
"I won't ask."
"Good, coz I wasn't gonna tell ya." I said. "You'll have to watch."
"I will." He said.
"It must feel good to be back."
"It does. Can't wait to get into the ring. Billy Gunn. Bad Ass Billy Gunn."
"It's The One Billy Gunn now." I told him.
"Right." He said.
"You'll get the hang of it."
We talked a little while longer. Then the matches started and Shawn had to disappear. Watch them on some other TV. Jericho, and his big mouth, entered the ring first. X-Pac shortly after. It was a good fight, but Jericho's big mouth didn't help him any. He lost. I sighed with relief because I knew I didn't have to face him.
"Sorry Jericho." I said.
"It's OK." He replied. Then, stood to watch the second match.
Edge and Christian. Another group with big mouths. Edge did his little crawl and floor hump and I couldn't help me shudder. They looked very good tonight. They were victorious along with Kane and Raven. It was our turn.
"Finally, get to see your idea." Matt said.
We went to walk in. The music started. We did the guns, and "danced" a little. We slid into the ring and I took a mic. I waited for the crowd to die down before talking.
"Tonight, we face Right To Censor." I said, doing the normal stroll around the ring. "And, I have a few things to say to them." I looked up at Matt and Jeff who looked back at me confused. "Since when has it been so bad to show some skin? Since when has it been bad for a woman to be sexy?" I walked to Matt. "Is it so bad to be touched?" I took his hand and rubbed it down my body. "Now, I don't know about these guys here, but I think being sexy is fine, and showing up some skin is just as fine. So, I will prove my point." I ripped my snap pants off and stood in tight short shorts. Then, did the same with the shirt and stood in the most revealing thing I could find.
Their music started. Matt and Jeff looked over at me wide eyed. There mouths almost hitting the floor. Steven Richards was the first to come in.
"This is disgusting." He said.
"What is it that you don't like?" I asked. "Is it these tight, tight shorts? Or this tiny shirt?"
With that, I jumped at Steven Richards and the fight was on. Matt was the legal man in the fight. He and Steven had it out for a while before he tagged Jeff in. Jeff had it out with Steven then the Goodfather, and tagged me in. I yelled at the Goodfather to tag in Ivory who was just about to run away. Like she always does. But, he did, and I dragged her into the ring. Beating at her.
This went on for a while. The tags and all. Nothing to great to talk about. We did win. After the fight I shoved Ivory into the steel stairs and we left.
"That was some plan." Edge said looking at me.
I smiled at him and went back to change into what I wore out to the ring. Couldn't stand what I was wearing now. I came back out just in time to see Shawn Michaels make his way to the ring. We watched as the crowd freaked, no one knew.
He won that match. Nearly cried after he did. He made a speech. Saying he was so happy to be back. It was emotional. Even though he lost, Billy Gunn shared a hug with the Heartbreaker. Then the tears started to flow. It was sweet to see a man cry. It showed sensitivity.
Once back stage, the Heartbreaker was greeted by all. The three men involved in the Triple Threat had to take their places. We all watched intensely as they walked on the stage. One, by one. There was no belt involved in this match, but we all knew that once they were in this ring, they weren't allowed to like each other. They weren't allowed to be friends. But, the idea me and The Rock had would forever change that. All we needed was for the two men to agree on it. If they did, an alliance will form.
The matches were tonight. I wanted to get down to the gym to work out. I hadn't in a while. Down there, already, was Triple H. He was all sweaty and everything. I started out on stretching.
"You have a big match tonight." I said.
"Yup, me, The Rock, and Kurt Angel go at it. No title involved, but it should be a good match."
"I think Stone Cold should be in that match. The winner goes on to face Angel for the title."
"Austin? Nah, he'll get his chance. We have to have it out one more time before he has his shot at the glory. It would be perfect if I win tonight. But, who the hell knows." He said.
"You have to face Austin?" I asked.
"Next Raw." He answered. "It's a singles match. No tricks, no props, nothing."
"I'll be at the monitor looking at that one." I said. "So, how is the person going against Angel gonna be determined?"
"I'm not really sure yet. Either the winner of tonight goes against him, or another match. I'm not really sure."
"Well, if Austin's not going to be going after the title any time soon, you and The Rock should have it out. Whoever wins that match should go against Angel for the glory. Maybe on Smackdown."
"I'll talk to Vince about it. That's a good idea." He said. "Then, have the title match after me and Austin have it out."
"We have this all planned out!"
"What about you? Are you ever going to have a shot at the Women's title?"
"Oh, I haven't given that much thought. I've fought men, the only chick I fought was The Kat." I said. "I was thinking I'd have a better shot against Jericho for the Intercontentail belt."
"Yeah, things are looking that way." He said. "Maybe you should involve yourself in more women matches. Maybe something will happen with Ivory tonight."
"Maybe I can stir things up." I said getting more ideas.
"Just tell Jeff and Matt what you're planning to do." He said.
"Hell no! This is my thing. Just tell them after it all to keep out."
"You want your own drama?"
"Yes." I answered. "My entire backstage drama has been revolved around them. I mean, if Lita didn't leave, I wouldn't be with them. So, yeah I guess it's good." Triple H looked at me weirdly when I mentioned the fact that Lita left. Ha, that's not exactly the case, but I'll get into that when the time comes.
"So, do it." He said. "Screw around with Ivory. Should be fun to see."
"Me kick ass? Hell ya, that's fun to see." I smiled.
My match was with Ivory, Steven Richards, and The Goodfather. I'd fight all three at any time, but I wanted Ivory. She had the title, after all, and if I wanted a shot at the title, I'd have to prove that I could fight and beat the title holder. I had no doubt I could beat her. Maybe tonight Vince would consider the idea.
"I'll talk to Vince. Maybe after tonight he can put you in a few female matches." Triple H said. "Or, maybe he'll keep pushing you and put you in the Intercontinental race."
"Either way, I think I could win."
"That's the attitude you need in this business." He told me. "If you don't have a little ego, you'll never make it. But, I think you might be better off in the Women's title race."
"That's just it. Everyone expects me to do that. But, no one knows how good I really am. Hell, Steph said I reminded her of Chyna, and she took home the Intercontinental belt." I added more weight to the machine.
"Go for it. Either way, I'm letting Vince know you should start working towards a belt."
A belt. Anyone who dreams of WWF stardom dreams of receiving a belt. Light-heavy Weight, European, Intercontinental, Tag Team, Women, and the all might World Wrestling Federation belt. Everyone wants one. Not everyone can get one. The emotional ride it is to be the one who is handed the belt is amazing.
"You're one of the best new starts this federation has seen in a while. You're the best female fighter, second only to Chyna. But, her injury has thrusted you into the top spot. I know that, I'm sure you know that, face it, the whole Goddamn federation knows that. You'll get a belt. Either a Women's belt or the Intercontinental belt. Hell, why not get both?"
I smiled. I didn't know that. I knew I was a good wrestler, but what Triple H said surprised me. Chyna, well she was the Goddess of wrestling. A comparrassion to her is like a huge deal to any female in the business. People like her give females in this business a great name.
"You think I'm that good?" I asked.
"Yes." He answered. "Look, I know you feel like you have something to prove. Maybe you don't. Maybe it's what the female rep is here, whatever it is, you're a great wrestler. And, your attitude towards it, is the best there is. You're heading on the right path to success. You're going to be someone, a real someone." He put his weights down and left me to think.
My actions in wrestling, my style, my whole deal with it was a mix of the two things Triple H said. I felt like I had something to prove, and I hated the rep females have. Not like any of them help it out. This goes back to my days in school, wrestling school. I fought men, mostly men. My sexy moves in the ring were because of that. A way to make them powerless. My innocence was lost when I went to wrestling school.
I wanted to keep on top. I didn't want to be another slut, like most of the females were. With Triple H's words, and my own small ego, I decided to push forward and go for the Intercontinental belt....even though it was Jericho who had it.
If I was going to do that, I knew I had to tell a few people, Jericho being the first. We had a great friendship, and I didn't want to lose that because of a belt. Hey, maybe by the time I reach that point someone else will have it.
I was working out and didn't even see Mr. Rock come in. He sat at the machine next to me and looked at me for a few moments before I realized he was there. I sat up, and smiled.
"Sorry, I was really working out." I said. "So, you and Hunter are having it out tonight."
"Yeah, I was pretty surprised about that. I mean, all's been quiet with us."
"Well, it's not just you and him, Angel's thrown in too."
"Yes, but this will lead to a small thing with us. Always does." He set his legs on the leg press. "Besides, me and Triple H have some history."
"History?" I asked.
"Yeah! We go way back." He answered. "But, with this thing going on. Me, you, Matt, Jeff, Jay, Adam, him, and Jericho, Vince is getting a little ancy on what he's gonna do next. Is the on going drama that lies between these people going to go? Or, will it stay, forget the closeness we have?"
"Well, if that's what your pitching at me, this is what I think. I think you and Hunter should have your last huge deal in a match for the belt. Say, you win. You go on for the belt, but Hunter, unknown to you, decides to help you win it. We all know his hate for Angel is very high. And, if he wins, you do just the same for him. That way, you can throw away the old deal, and start fresh with this eight man thing we have going on. This eight man deal could start some better fights and some newer things."
"I love how your mind works." He said.
We started figuring out away to pitch this to Vince. Thinking on how we could convince him. I told Mr. Rock my idea with Triple H and Stone Cold. He said everything is going to Vince. Telling him the new things we can start up. But, not letting the Stone Cold and HHH thing die.
After a while, I couldn't do another rep. Me and Mr. Rock walked back to the rooms. We still had awhile before the matches and couldn't think of a damn thing to do.
"Wanna go to the mall?" He asked. "I saw one down the road."
"Sure." I answered. He went with me into my room.
"What's going on with you and Christian?" He asked. "I found it odd that you didn't really talk when we went out for ice-cream."
"We're fine." I answered.
"The whole gang is confused if you two are going out or not." He said. I continued to look for my money. "I'm guessing I'm not getting an answer."
"Found it." I said. "Lets go."
I found out who The Rock really was. I got to know him as Dwayne. He was such a sweet guy. He was telling me about some of the drama he was involved in, and brining up new ideas.
"If we play our cards right, this eight man deal can work out very well." He said. "Involving us in a lot of things, more than some are used to."
"More then I'll be used to." I said.
"The shit that happens backstage is a way for the new people to get noticed more."
"I don't want to be noticed as a slut like the rest of them, or as a pain in the ass like Lita."
"You don't like her, do you?" He asked.
"There is no one I hate more in this business." I answered. "And that's the damn truth, damn truth."
"Well, I think the two of you should have it out in the ring." He said.
"What? So Dean can come in and screw it up. You know Matt will turn and fight for her." I said. "Then, if Matt goes, Jeff will follow. I'll get screwed out of a win coz the Hardyz will turn and go after Dean."
"They wouldn't." He said.
"Yes, they would." I replied. I started to walk faster. "Once a member of 2Xtreme, always a member of 2Xtreme."
He chased after me.
"Destiny." He called.
"Why don't I just leave 2Xtreme and have her come back. It's what they want."
"Where is this coming from?" He asked.
"I know how they look at each other. I know that no matter what they say, they'll go in for her at a drop of a dime. And, I know that if I fight Lita, they'll turn and fight Dean because I damn well know he'll be there."
He took me by the shoulders and said, "I know you can do this fight. I know you can win. But, think if you do win. If you win, Matt and Jeff just could have more respect for you."
So, where is this coming from? Some has to do with jealousy. I have to say I've noticed Lita looking at me, giving me evil looks. I hated her before I got into this, before I signed the contract. And, I do know she wants everyone to believe that there was something between her and one of the Hardyz. And, even though they deny it, I can't help but feel something. So, maybe, yes, it's a jealousy thing. But, there's more to it.
"I just know something will happen, and I might just be the one dropped from 2Xtreme."
"Don't worry. It doesn't have to happen." He said.
"Then, I kinda want to fight her. I want to kick the crap out of her. I know I can."
"Then do it."
"I might be going into the Intercontinental race." I blurted. Totally off track from what we were talking about.
"Huh?" He asked.
"Me and Hunter were talking and he said I should get into more female matches because I could easily win the Women's title. Then, I said I didn't really want to fight just girls. Then, he said he'd talk to Vince about an Intercontinental shot."
"Big shot." He said. "Jericho has it."
"That's the problem."
"Ah, I see. Well, maybe he won't have it by then." Dwayne said. Wow, I called him by his first name!
"Maybe-Oh, my God!" I shrieked. "I've been looking for a jacket like this!"
"It's a leather jacket." The Rock said.
"Pleather, not real leather. Anyways, I have been looking for one."
I dragged him into the store. He felt so out of place. He just walked around looking around.
"How does it look?" I asked.
"It's long." He answered.
"It's supposed to be." I told him. Those jackets that go down to your like ankles or whatever.
"In that case, it looks hot." He said.
"Hot?" I asked.
"Yeah, get it." He told him.
"Don't think you're getting out of this store that easy." I said.
I walked around trying to find something to go with my new jacket. I settled on a new pair of leather pants and a shirt that said Rock On. Satisfied with the sizes and look, I bought them.
"That wasn't so bad." I said.
"Nah, it wasn't." He replied. "But, now you have to go into a store with me."
"All right."
His store of choice, one that carried casual men's clothing. I looked for things for myself. Finding a shirt with Chinese symbols on it. Dwayne rolled his eyes at me when I went to buy it.
"We should get back." He said.
"Oh, right." I looked at my watch. "Matt and Jeff are gonna worry."
"When you get back, their gonna nag you for your idea."
"I'm not saying a word."
We got back with just enough time to change and leave. Rock was right, Matt and Jeff did nag about it. All three of us were in my hotel room.
"Why can't you tell us?!" Matt wined, banging on the bathroom door.
"Because." I said opening the door.
"You hold the record for peeing." Jeff said. I smiled took my shirt off and went around looking for a new one.
"How about this?" Matt asked holding up my Jerichoalic shirt.
"Great idea." I said taking it from him and putting it on. "Lets go."
"That is a sweet shirt." Jericho said.
"Naturally." I replied spinning around. "What number match are we?"
"Fifth." Jeff answered. "Jericho's first. Defending his belt against X-Pac, then, Edge and Christian go against Too Cool. Kane goes against Rakishi, Raven against Hardcore Holly, then us, Essa Rios against TAKA, Billy Gunn vs. Shawn Michaels, and then that Triple Threat."
"Wait, wait, Shawn Michaels?" I asked.
"Yeah, his first match back." Jericho answered.
"That guy seems so cool." I said.
"He is!" Jericho said. "Sucks that he got hurt."
"So, it's gonna be this big thing with him tonight?" I asked.
"Actually, I think no one's supposed to really know he's there untill the match starts."
"I have to see that match." I said.
The ride there was full of the usual talk. Who was going to do what to who once the matches started. I kept to myself. Thinking about my Intercontinental shot, my almost fight with Lita the one that could happen, and tonight's match. Thinking of my own moves and my own ideas.
Once we were there, I raced to the dressing room. Changed, and was out in record time. On my way out, I ran into the man of the night, Shawn Michaels. I just looked at him.
"New?" He asked. I nodded. "Shawn, The Heartbreaker, Michaels." We shook hands. "When did you start?"
"Not that long ago." I managed to say.
"Any good?"
"Yeah, I might be getting a shot at the Intercontinental belt." I said, not looking away from him.
"I'll be damned. That's pretty good." He said. "You in a group or do you fly solo?"
"Both, I'm part of Team Xtreme." I said. "2Xtreme Team, whatever you want to call it."
"The one with the Hardy Boyz, right? Thought Lita was part of that?"
"Not anymore." I answered shuddering at the name Lita.
"You have a match tonight?"
"Yup, me and the Hardyz against RTC."
He smiled and nodded. "Fun."
"It will be, I've got a plan."
"I won't ask."
"Good, coz I wasn't gonna tell ya." I said. "You'll have to watch."
"I will." He said.
"It must feel good to be back."
"It does. Can't wait to get into the ring. Billy Gunn. Bad Ass Billy Gunn."
"It's The One Billy Gunn now." I told him.
"Right." He said.
"You'll get the hang of it."
We talked a little while longer. Then the matches started and Shawn had to disappear. Watch them on some other TV. Jericho, and his big mouth, entered the ring first. X-Pac shortly after. It was a good fight, but Jericho's big mouth didn't help him any. He lost. I sighed with relief because I knew I didn't have to face him.
"Sorry Jericho." I said.
"It's OK." He replied. Then, stood to watch the second match.
Edge and Christian. Another group with big mouths. Edge did his little crawl and floor hump and I couldn't help me shudder. They looked very good tonight. They were victorious along with Kane and Raven. It was our turn.
"Finally, get to see your idea." Matt said.
We went to walk in. The music started. We did the guns, and "danced" a little. We slid into the ring and I took a mic. I waited for the crowd to die down before talking.
"Tonight, we face Right To Censor." I said, doing the normal stroll around the ring. "And, I have a few things to say to them." I looked up at Matt and Jeff who looked back at me confused. "Since when has it been so bad to show some skin? Since when has it been bad for a woman to be sexy?" I walked to Matt. "Is it so bad to be touched?" I took his hand and rubbed it down my body. "Now, I don't know about these guys here, but I think being sexy is fine, and showing up some skin is just as fine. So, I will prove my point." I ripped my snap pants off and stood in tight short shorts. Then, did the same with the shirt and stood in the most revealing thing I could find.
Their music started. Matt and Jeff looked over at me wide eyed. There mouths almost hitting the floor. Steven Richards was the first to come in.
"This is disgusting." He said.
"What is it that you don't like?" I asked. "Is it these tight, tight shorts? Or this tiny shirt?"
With that, I jumped at Steven Richards and the fight was on. Matt was the legal man in the fight. He and Steven had it out for a while before he tagged Jeff in. Jeff had it out with Steven then the Goodfather, and tagged me in. I yelled at the Goodfather to tag in Ivory who was just about to run away. Like she always does. But, he did, and I dragged her into the ring. Beating at her.
This went on for a while. The tags and all. Nothing to great to talk about. We did win. After the fight I shoved Ivory into the steel stairs and we left.
"That was some plan." Edge said looking at me.
I smiled at him and went back to change into what I wore out to the ring. Couldn't stand what I was wearing now. I came back out just in time to see Shawn Michaels make his way to the ring. We watched as the crowd freaked, no one knew.
He won that match. Nearly cried after he did. He made a speech. Saying he was so happy to be back. It was emotional. Even though he lost, Billy Gunn shared a hug with the Heartbreaker. Then the tears started to flow. It was sweet to see a man cry. It showed sensitivity.
Once back stage, the Heartbreaker was greeted by all. The three men involved in the Triple Threat had to take their places. We all watched intensely as they walked on the stage. One, by one. There was no belt involved in this match, but we all knew that once they were in this ring, they weren't allowed to like each other. They weren't allowed to be friends. But, the idea me and The Rock had would forever change that. All we needed was for the two men to agree on it. If they did, an alliance will form.
