Dave sat at the back of the bus reading the latest e-mails from his
daughters. He was becoming concerned about his oldest. Her name was Alyson
(Aly) and she was 14 years old and she was having a hard time adjusting to
all of the recent changes in her life. Dave and his ex-wife had gotten
divorced a little over a year ago and a couple months ago, she moved the
kids from Virginia to Texas. When Dave was at OVW, he was close enough to
Virginia to where he was able to go there almost every day. Now he was on
the road with the WWE full-time, which was 5 days a week and the 2 days he
had off, Angie wouldn't let him see the girls because it would "interfere
with their schoolwork" since his days off were in the middle of the week.
They hadn't divorced bitterly, but Angie was a strict woman. He felt bad
because he missed them terribly but at this point there was nothing he
could do about it.
In Aly's e-mail, she had told him that she and her mom had been fighting a lot lately. Her grades were dropping and she just didn't seem to be her normal, happy self. Aly has always been a daddy's girl and she took after him in a lot of aspects. She was tall, lean, had dark hair and amazing green eyes. She did not look 14 years old, and that always worried him. She was very quiet until she got to know someone or until she felt comfortable. It was amazing how much alike they were. She was into gymnastics, but lately she just didn't have the heart in it anymore.
His youngest daughter was 12 years old and her name was Jennifer (Jenni) She was hurt by everything too, but she was a resilient child. She was a social butterfly, so she poured everything into sports and friends and she found her own therapy. She took after her mom in that way.
He was typing back his response when he was hit in the head with a rolled up sock. He picked it up and stood up. He was pretty outgoing with his co- workers because he felt comfortable with them. "Ok, who's throwing socks?" he hollered laughing.
Trish Stratus came walking towards him with her low-slung boot-cut jeans and a tiny baby tee with a pouty look on her face, "Dave, it was me. I was aiming for Jeff and he ducked. Could I have my sock back? Please?" She asked while batting her eyes.
Dave couldn't get over how beautiful she was. She wasn't unbelievably beautiful like movie stars, she was beautiful as in she was touchable. She was a normal person who just happened to be gorgeous. And she had a great personality.
He got up from his seat and set his laptop down. He walked up to her and looked at her and smiled, "Yes you may." And he handed it to her. "Good luck next time." He said and went to sit down.
"He is really hot." Trish thought to herself. "And not in that godly, studly way but in that any normal person way." Trish blushed a little, "Thanks!"
She turned to walk back to her seat and Dave couldn't help but watch her walk. "Damn." He thought to himself and sat back down.
He didn't know what exactly to tell his daughter. He didn't know if Angie would agree to letting him see her them weekend. (Which was Wednesday and Thursday for him) He wasn't sure if through e-mail was the way to council a 14-year old girl.
Next thing he knew, it got darker. He looked up and there was Brock Lesnar. Who was one of his best friends in the WWE, "What's up? Why are you way back here?"
"I was just writing back to Aly and Jenni. What are you up to?"
"Nothing. Just thought that I would bug you. That's always a good time." Brock said and leaned in closer, "And I seen you were admiring Ms. Stratus." Brock started to say when Dave cut him off.
"I was merely having a conversation with her, is that so bad?"
"But what thoughts were running through your head while you were having this conversation with her? Maybe it's time for Dave to get back on the dating wagon and" Brock tried to say but again Dave cut him off.
"Maybe it's time for Brock to return to his seat and leave me alone." Dave said with a fake stern tone. "And no it's not time to jump on the dating wagon, what the hell do I know about dating? I was with my ex-wife since I was 19 and now I'm 34."
"Then maybe you should go on a double-date with Nicole and I and we'll show you the ropes." Brock suggested.
"Yeah, right and who would I have as a date? Who would you find to set me up with?" Dave said sarcastically.
"One of Nicole's friends. It'll be great. If you don't like her, then you'll never see her again. Come on, what do you say?" Brock egged him on.
"Alright fine, go ahead. I suppose I should learn how to date before my daughters are telling me how to date." Dave agreed.
"Good, I'll tell you the date and time." Brock said and went back to his seat.
Just as Dave was about to start responding, his phone rang. "Friggin' Grand Central Station" he mumbled as he grabbed it. "Hello?"
He heard his ex-wife Angie crying, "Dave I don't know what to do anymore."
"Ok, you don't know what to do about what?" Dave questioned. He was used to his ex being a drama queen over the littlest things.
"Aly hasn't come home since we had our fight yesterday, I don't know where she is, I don't know if she was in school, and she won't answer her pager." Angie sobbed. "I'm so sick of her attitude, I don't know what else to do."
"Alright, calm down. I'm sure she's at a friend's house. I'll try paging her and I'll call you back. Calm down and don't let Jenni see you that upset." Dave reasoned with her.
Angie sniffled, "Ok, you try her. If she answers you, it'll be a miracle."
"Don't think like that. I'll call you right back." Dave responded.
He hung up and paged his daughter. Within 5 minutes she called him.
"Hi, whatcha doing?" Dave asked, acting like nothing was wrong.
"Hanging out with Dana, when are you coming to visit?" Aly asked immediately.
"Well, I don't know, school is still in session and my days off are still Wednesday and Thursday. I'm working on responding to your email, and I'll see what I can do about the autographed shirt from Hurricane for your friend."
"Spring break starts on Friday, if you come get me Thursday it would be great!" Aly chimed in.
"And what about your sister?" Dave questioned laughing.
"Well if she wants to come too, that's ok but she might have sports, who knows anymore." Aly replied non-chalantly.
"I'll talk to your mom about it, ok?" Dave replied.
"Please, I miss you so much." Aly begged.
"Tell me why your grades are dropping." Dave questioned her.
"I don't know. School out here is dumb. It's not challenging, and the kids are stupid. If it wasn't for my good friends, I don't know what I would do. Aly mumbled. "And when I am stuck, mom is too busy to help."
Dave nodded, he just wanted to hold her and make everything better. "I see. Well, if the classes are easier, why aren't your grades better?"
"I don't know."Aly avoided the question. "Can't we talk about this later?"
"Alright, but I have one more question before I let you go." Dave started.
"What's that?"
"Why haven't you been home since yesterday?" Dave asked with sternness in his voice.
"Dad, you don't understand what she's doing to me. I hate it at home, I hate her for making us leave you just because she felt neglected and she had a mid-life crisis, I hate her because she ignores me and I hate her for taking us to this state and I hate her for taking me from you." Aly started crying.
Dave couldn't believe his ears. He instantly felt bad. "Honey, I didn't mean to make you cry in front of your friend, and I didn't realize how strongly you felt."
Aly sniffled, "It's ok, Dana listened to me cry and bit.complain all night last night."
"So you didn't stay on the street?" Dave wanted to be sure.
"No, that's not safe." Aly replied instantly. "If I'm going to run away, I'm running away the smart way."
"Aly, there is no smart way of running away. Listen I'll talk to your mom and see what we can work out ok? But in the mean time, call home, check in with your mom and Jenni and go from there. If things get ugly, call me." Dave reasoned with her.
"Alright, I will." Aly replied slowly.
"Good, I'll talk to you soon." Dave responded. "I love you honeybear."
"I love you to daddy."
And they hung up.
Dave called Angie back, "Hey it's me. I talked to Aly and she's going to call you and tell you she's ok and you guys can talk about whatever you need to. She promised me she would call you."
"Alright, thanks Dave I appreciate it."
"Would you have a problem with me coming to pick the girls up Thursday and excusing them from school for Friday? Maybe it would help things along." Dave asked cautiously.
"I don't know, I mean school is important." Angie started but Dave cut her off.
"I think that the girls need it. I mean if Jenni has sports and can't come or chooses not to come that's fine, but I think that Aly needs this." Dave reasoned with her.
"Alright fine, I'll talk to Jenni and you can tell Aly." Angie gave in.
"Great, I'll see you on Thursday." Dave said excitedly.
"Oh I'll be waiting with bells on." Angie said sarcastically.
"If you could wear that little black dress I bought you for Christmas a couple years ago, that would be great." Dave joked with her.
"You know, I don't think so. But nice try." Angie laughed.
Dave was thankful for one thing, they had times where both tempers flared and all hell broke loose between them, but when it comes down to it, they were friends through it all and he could still joke with her.
"Look, I gotta run, we're here and I've gotta get ready for the match tonight." Dave said.
"Oh I see, run off to your wife, I understand." Angie said sarcastically.
"Don't start. I'm just going to show up on Thursday. See ya." And Dave hung up before Angie could respond.
Angie still loved him, but because he was on the road all of the time and in and out of training at OVW it was holding her back in her own career. She still loved him and missed him but she had to think about herself too. So they agreed to divorce and once the divorce was final she accepted the promotion, which moved the family to Texas. But they tried to stay friends and for the most part they succeeded. Just watch out when both tempers are going.
Dave put his computer away and got off the bus. He walked into the arena and started to get ready for his workout when Brock came pounding into the locker room "Alright, Saturday night after the show, double date, Me and Nicole and you and Sarah. It'll be great."
Dave looked at him with his eyebrows cocked upwards, "Sorry, I can't do it. I'm going to have the girls from Thursday night till next Thursday. I can't leave them alone out here."
"So have someone stay with them. There's plenty of divas, I'm sure that one of them would be willing to hang out with a couple of teenagers." Brock said conviningly.
"Yeah on a Saturday night and the divas won't want to be out at a club, right. I'm sorry." Dave said while walking towards the door.
"IF I find someone to keep an eye on them, will you come?" Brock practically pleaded. He knew that Dave was a great guy and he loved to be in a relationship because that's the kind of guy he was. He liked to make people happy and he had been a perfect husband.
"Yes Brock, if you find someone decent" Dave threw in there, the last thing he needed was the girls being influenced while being with him and going home showing off what they had seen or learned.
"Cool, I'll let you know." Brock said and ran out.
Dave shook his head and walked out.
That night as Dave was coming up the ramp from his match, Brock approached him, "Alright, drop the girls off at Trish's room at 8:30 p.m. and meet me at my room and we'll go pick up the girls."
Dave nodded with a smirk, "why is this so important to him?" he pondered. "Alright, you win, I'll go."
"Good, see ya." And Brock ran off.
"I can't believe that Trish is going to watch them, A woman that great who does not have something to do on a Saturday night." He started to think to himself, "I figured she would be out on the town." And with that Dave headed to the showers.
**Please let me know what you think. Sorry if parts seemed to ramble on but I wanted to make sure to paint the background. Please read and review.**
(Question to think about..What does Dave Batista really think about Trish Stratus?)
In Aly's e-mail, she had told him that she and her mom had been fighting a lot lately. Her grades were dropping and she just didn't seem to be her normal, happy self. Aly has always been a daddy's girl and she took after him in a lot of aspects. She was tall, lean, had dark hair and amazing green eyes. She did not look 14 years old, and that always worried him. She was very quiet until she got to know someone or until she felt comfortable. It was amazing how much alike they were. She was into gymnastics, but lately she just didn't have the heart in it anymore.
His youngest daughter was 12 years old and her name was Jennifer (Jenni) She was hurt by everything too, but she was a resilient child. She was a social butterfly, so she poured everything into sports and friends and she found her own therapy. She took after her mom in that way.
He was typing back his response when he was hit in the head with a rolled up sock. He picked it up and stood up. He was pretty outgoing with his co- workers because he felt comfortable with them. "Ok, who's throwing socks?" he hollered laughing.
Trish Stratus came walking towards him with her low-slung boot-cut jeans and a tiny baby tee with a pouty look on her face, "Dave, it was me. I was aiming for Jeff and he ducked. Could I have my sock back? Please?" She asked while batting her eyes.
Dave couldn't get over how beautiful she was. She wasn't unbelievably beautiful like movie stars, she was beautiful as in she was touchable. She was a normal person who just happened to be gorgeous. And she had a great personality.
He got up from his seat and set his laptop down. He walked up to her and looked at her and smiled, "Yes you may." And he handed it to her. "Good luck next time." He said and went to sit down.
"He is really hot." Trish thought to herself. "And not in that godly, studly way but in that any normal person way." Trish blushed a little, "Thanks!"
She turned to walk back to her seat and Dave couldn't help but watch her walk. "Damn." He thought to himself and sat back down.
He didn't know what exactly to tell his daughter. He didn't know if Angie would agree to letting him see her them weekend. (Which was Wednesday and Thursday for him) He wasn't sure if through e-mail was the way to council a 14-year old girl.
Next thing he knew, it got darker. He looked up and there was Brock Lesnar. Who was one of his best friends in the WWE, "What's up? Why are you way back here?"
"I was just writing back to Aly and Jenni. What are you up to?"
"Nothing. Just thought that I would bug you. That's always a good time." Brock said and leaned in closer, "And I seen you were admiring Ms. Stratus." Brock started to say when Dave cut him off.
"I was merely having a conversation with her, is that so bad?"
"But what thoughts were running through your head while you were having this conversation with her? Maybe it's time for Dave to get back on the dating wagon and" Brock tried to say but again Dave cut him off.
"Maybe it's time for Brock to return to his seat and leave me alone." Dave said with a fake stern tone. "And no it's not time to jump on the dating wagon, what the hell do I know about dating? I was with my ex-wife since I was 19 and now I'm 34."
"Then maybe you should go on a double-date with Nicole and I and we'll show you the ropes." Brock suggested.
"Yeah, right and who would I have as a date? Who would you find to set me up with?" Dave said sarcastically.
"One of Nicole's friends. It'll be great. If you don't like her, then you'll never see her again. Come on, what do you say?" Brock egged him on.
"Alright fine, go ahead. I suppose I should learn how to date before my daughters are telling me how to date." Dave agreed.
"Good, I'll tell you the date and time." Brock said and went back to his seat.
Just as Dave was about to start responding, his phone rang. "Friggin' Grand Central Station" he mumbled as he grabbed it. "Hello?"
He heard his ex-wife Angie crying, "Dave I don't know what to do anymore."
"Ok, you don't know what to do about what?" Dave questioned. He was used to his ex being a drama queen over the littlest things.
"Aly hasn't come home since we had our fight yesterday, I don't know where she is, I don't know if she was in school, and she won't answer her pager." Angie sobbed. "I'm so sick of her attitude, I don't know what else to do."
"Alright, calm down. I'm sure she's at a friend's house. I'll try paging her and I'll call you back. Calm down and don't let Jenni see you that upset." Dave reasoned with her.
Angie sniffled, "Ok, you try her. If she answers you, it'll be a miracle."
"Don't think like that. I'll call you right back." Dave responded.
He hung up and paged his daughter. Within 5 minutes she called him.
"Hi, whatcha doing?" Dave asked, acting like nothing was wrong.
"Hanging out with Dana, when are you coming to visit?" Aly asked immediately.
"Well, I don't know, school is still in session and my days off are still Wednesday and Thursday. I'm working on responding to your email, and I'll see what I can do about the autographed shirt from Hurricane for your friend."
"Spring break starts on Friday, if you come get me Thursday it would be great!" Aly chimed in.
"And what about your sister?" Dave questioned laughing.
"Well if she wants to come too, that's ok but she might have sports, who knows anymore." Aly replied non-chalantly.
"I'll talk to your mom about it, ok?" Dave replied.
"Please, I miss you so much." Aly begged.
"Tell me why your grades are dropping." Dave questioned her.
"I don't know. School out here is dumb. It's not challenging, and the kids are stupid. If it wasn't for my good friends, I don't know what I would do. Aly mumbled. "And when I am stuck, mom is too busy to help."
Dave nodded, he just wanted to hold her and make everything better. "I see. Well, if the classes are easier, why aren't your grades better?"
"I don't know."Aly avoided the question. "Can't we talk about this later?"
"Alright, but I have one more question before I let you go." Dave started.
"What's that?"
"Why haven't you been home since yesterday?" Dave asked with sternness in his voice.
"Dad, you don't understand what she's doing to me. I hate it at home, I hate her for making us leave you just because she felt neglected and she had a mid-life crisis, I hate her because she ignores me and I hate her for taking us to this state and I hate her for taking me from you." Aly started crying.
Dave couldn't believe his ears. He instantly felt bad. "Honey, I didn't mean to make you cry in front of your friend, and I didn't realize how strongly you felt."
Aly sniffled, "It's ok, Dana listened to me cry and bit.complain all night last night."
"So you didn't stay on the street?" Dave wanted to be sure.
"No, that's not safe." Aly replied instantly. "If I'm going to run away, I'm running away the smart way."
"Aly, there is no smart way of running away. Listen I'll talk to your mom and see what we can work out ok? But in the mean time, call home, check in with your mom and Jenni and go from there. If things get ugly, call me." Dave reasoned with her.
"Alright, I will." Aly replied slowly.
"Good, I'll talk to you soon." Dave responded. "I love you honeybear."
"I love you to daddy."
And they hung up.
Dave called Angie back, "Hey it's me. I talked to Aly and she's going to call you and tell you she's ok and you guys can talk about whatever you need to. She promised me she would call you."
"Alright, thanks Dave I appreciate it."
"Would you have a problem with me coming to pick the girls up Thursday and excusing them from school for Friday? Maybe it would help things along." Dave asked cautiously.
"I don't know, I mean school is important." Angie started but Dave cut her off.
"I think that the girls need it. I mean if Jenni has sports and can't come or chooses not to come that's fine, but I think that Aly needs this." Dave reasoned with her.
"Alright fine, I'll talk to Jenni and you can tell Aly." Angie gave in.
"Great, I'll see you on Thursday." Dave said excitedly.
"Oh I'll be waiting with bells on." Angie said sarcastically.
"If you could wear that little black dress I bought you for Christmas a couple years ago, that would be great." Dave joked with her.
"You know, I don't think so. But nice try." Angie laughed.
Dave was thankful for one thing, they had times where both tempers flared and all hell broke loose between them, but when it comes down to it, they were friends through it all and he could still joke with her.
"Look, I gotta run, we're here and I've gotta get ready for the match tonight." Dave said.
"Oh I see, run off to your wife, I understand." Angie said sarcastically.
"Don't start. I'm just going to show up on Thursday. See ya." And Dave hung up before Angie could respond.
Angie still loved him, but because he was on the road all of the time and in and out of training at OVW it was holding her back in her own career. She still loved him and missed him but she had to think about herself too. So they agreed to divorce and once the divorce was final she accepted the promotion, which moved the family to Texas. But they tried to stay friends and for the most part they succeeded. Just watch out when both tempers are going.
Dave put his computer away and got off the bus. He walked into the arena and started to get ready for his workout when Brock came pounding into the locker room "Alright, Saturday night after the show, double date, Me and Nicole and you and Sarah. It'll be great."
Dave looked at him with his eyebrows cocked upwards, "Sorry, I can't do it. I'm going to have the girls from Thursday night till next Thursday. I can't leave them alone out here."
"So have someone stay with them. There's plenty of divas, I'm sure that one of them would be willing to hang out with a couple of teenagers." Brock said conviningly.
"Yeah on a Saturday night and the divas won't want to be out at a club, right. I'm sorry." Dave said while walking towards the door.
"IF I find someone to keep an eye on them, will you come?" Brock practically pleaded. He knew that Dave was a great guy and he loved to be in a relationship because that's the kind of guy he was. He liked to make people happy and he had been a perfect husband.
"Yes Brock, if you find someone decent" Dave threw in there, the last thing he needed was the girls being influenced while being with him and going home showing off what they had seen or learned.
"Cool, I'll let you know." Brock said and ran out.
Dave shook his head and walked out.
That night as Dave was coming up the ramp from his match, Brock approached him, "Alright, drop the girls off at Trish's room at 8:30 p.m. and meet me at my room and we'll go pick up the girls."
Dave nodded with a smirk, "why is this so important to him?" he pondered. "Alright, you win, I'll go."
"Good, see ya." And Brock ran off.
"I can't believe that Trish is going to watch them, A woman that great who does not have something to do on a Saturday night." He started to think to himself, "I figured she would be out on the town." And with that Dave headed to the showers.
**Please let me know what you think. Sorry if parts seemed to ramble on but I wanted to make sure to paint the background. Please read and review.**
(Question to think about..What does Dave Batista really think about Trish Stratus?)