Disclaimers- Same story as chapter 9
Author's note- Sorry I haven't updated in a while, school's been hectic and I have been really sick. Please read and review my sucky story! Thanks to Latisha C, Lonely Alys, Y2Jennifer and anyone else who has reviewed. Y'all rock!
--- Chapter Ten---
Randy stood and slowly followed the rest of Evolution towards the growing noise of the Divas. They all seemed to be circled around one person that he couldn't see behind all of the women. Suddenly Trish Stratus appeared above the crowd, dragging another woman with her. Just as the woman appeared, someone yelled out to him.
"RANDY! Yo dawg wassup with ya?" John Cena held his hand out as Randy turned and greeted his best friend.
"Hey man! Do ya know what the fuss is over there?" he asked, pointing towards the group.
"Dunno, some new Diva or something. Probably joining RAW, that's what I heard. Stacy said she had a meeting with Vince today. I guess it's just another name on your list he Orton?" He suddenly noticed Randy's face and burst out laughing. "What happened to your face dawg? You look like Jeff Hardy, that time when his face paint went rancid!" (A/N: I had to get him in the story somewhere! *marks* I'm a HUGE JH fan!)
"Shut up alright! I got in a fight at a bar last night." He heard laughing as Chris "Jericho" Irvine appeared beside him.
"Yeah, if you call getting your block knocked off by a girl a fight, then that's what happened"
"Shut up Irvine! You don't know what happened" by now, John was wetting himself with laughter.
"Dude you got punched by a GIRL! No way. At that club we were all at last night? Oh, I'd left with some damn fine honeys by the time that happened!" Randy just glared at Cena and Irvine, then ran to catch up with Paul.
"Everyone knows about that girl hitting me last night! My reputation is RUINED! I would kill to get my hands on the little bitch that did this to me!" Randy's fists clenched in rage, as he neared the group of women.
"Well, you better find someone to murder, because you have your chance," Paul watched as Randy's eyes widened at the site of the singer, surrounded by the group of Divas, almost all welcoming her to the fold.
"No way!"
Author's note- Sorry I haven't updated in a while, school's been hectic and I have been really sick. Please read and review my sucky story! Thanks to Latisha C, Lonely Alys, Y2Jennifer and anyone else who has reviewed. Y'all rock!
--- Chapter Ten---
Randy stood and slowly followed the rest of Evolution towards the growing noise of the Divas. They all seemed to be circled around one person that he couldn't see behind all of the women. Suddenly Trish Stratus appeared above the crowd, dragging another woman with her. Just as the woman appeared, someone yelled out to him.
"RANDY! Yo dawg wassup with ya?" John Cena held his hand out as Randy turned and greeted his best friend.
"Hey man! Do ya know what the fuss is over there?" he asked, pointing towards the group.
"Dunno, some new Diva or something. Probably joining RAW, that's what I heard. Stacy said she had a meeting with Vince today. I guess it's just another name on your list he Orton?" He suddenly noticed Randy's face and burst out laughing. "What happened to your face dawg? You look like Jeff Hardy, that time when his face paint went rancid!" (A/N: I had to get him in the story somewhere! *marks* I'm a HUGE JH fan!)
"Shut up alright! I got in a fight at a bar last night." He heard laughing as Chris "Jericho" Irvine appeared beside him.
"Yeah, if you call getting your block knocked off by a girl a fight, then that's what happened"
"Shut up Irvine! You don't know what happened" by now, John was wetting himself with laughter.
"Dude you got punched by a GIRL! No way. At that club we were all at last night? Oh, I'd left with some damn fine honeys by the time that happened!" Randy just glared at Cena and Irvine, then ran to catch up with Paul.
"Everyone knows about that girl hitting me last night! My reputation is RUINED! I would kill to get my hands on the little bitch that did this to me!" Randy's fists clenched in rage, as he neared the group of women.
"Well, you better find someone to murder, because you have your chance," Paul watched as Randy's eyes widened at the site of the singer, surrounded by the group of Divas, almost all welcoming her to the fold.
"No way!"