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present you with chapter four.
One week had past since Gail had become the number one contender and she couldn't be giddier if she tried. And she was nearly positive her shot was coming tonight as well. Gail had seen Trish Stratus enter the back door of the arena grumbling to Tyson Tomko about how unfair things were. That could only mean she had to actually defend her championship.
Gail walked up to the Evolution locker room, hoping she could once again change in their locker room. She knocked on the door and Randy opened it.
"Hey, could I change in here again? I've got a title shot tonight." Gail asked.
Randy turned to his companions who rose from their seats and nodded, "Yeah that'd be fine."
The four members left and Gail set her bag down on the couch, deciding not to look through any of the guys things this time. She pulled out her boots, elbow and knees pads and then her outfit for the night. White leather shorts and a pink leather tank top. Without delay she marched out of the locker room and saw Molly Holly. She jogged over to her with a smile on her face.
"Hi Molly." Gail said.
"Oh hey Gail. How have you been? I haven't had the chance to talk to you the last few weeks." Molly wondered.
"I've been great actually." Gail responded and Molly laughed, "What?"
"Does your being great have anything to do with a certain 24-year old Intercontinental champion?" Molly inquired.
"How'd you hear about that one?" Gail asked.
"Women's locker room. Those girls talk about anything and everything. Hey listen I gotta run. I promised Shane we'd get together before Raw. I'll see you soon." Molly told her.
"Bye." Gail called.
Gail started walking around, looking for the show schedule so she could figure out what time her match was scheduled for. She found a copy on Chris Benoit's locker room door. She skimmed down the page looking for "Women's Title Match" and when she finally found it, she was infuriated. "Women's Title Match: Trish Stratus © versus Lita"
How could that be possible? Gail was the number one contender. Not Lita. She stormed over to Eric's office, ready to give him a piece of her mind. She barged into his room to see him seated in his desk filing through some papers.
"Gail, what can I do for you?" He asked an insincere smile on his face.
"I'll tell you what you can do!" Gail nearly screamed, "You can tell me why the hell Lita is getting a title shot when I'm the number one contender!"
"Gail calm down, calm down. It's nothing personal. Lita is considered to be a bigger draw than you, and tonight's card is a big one. I mean, La Resistance is defending their tag titles against Edge & Chris Jericho, Chris Benoit is defending the world title against Kane and Randy Orton is defending the Intercontinental title against Shawn Michaels." Eric told her, seemingly to cool her down, "Now I suggest you get out of my office before I have security remove you from it."
Gail nodded her head slowly and left the room, trying to hold back tears. Not a big enough draw? So drawing ability matters more than wrestling ability now?
She turned a corner and bumped right into Randy Orton, who recognized Gail on the verge of tears. He pulled her head into his chest and she tried to tell him what happened in between tears.
"Lita's getting a telling shot." Gail cried.
"I know, I know." Randy comforted.
"Eric said that I wasn't a big enough draw." Gail explained.
Randy gently pulled Gail's face out of his shoulders and looked her in the eyes, "You just go wait in the Evolution locker room, and I'll see what I can do." Randy told her.
Gail nodded and Randy watched as she walked down the hall. He walked over to Eric Bischoff's office. Taking a deep breath he knocked on the door.
"Come in." Eric called.
Randy walked in and saw Eric was on the phone. His natural instincts would be to leave and come back another time, but not now, he had to do this for Gail. Eric motioned to him to have a seat while he finished his conversation.
"I don't care how much he wants or thinks he's worth. That's my final offer. Good Day," Eric said hanging up the phone, "Well if it isn't the Intercontinental champion. What can I do for you?"
"You can give Gail Kim her title shot back." Randy stated, simply and firmly.
"Well, you see Randy, I can't. Lita is the biggest staple the women's division has. People will watch to see her trying to get the belt; they won't do that for Gail." Eric informed him.
"Well, then I won't defend my title tonight." Randy replied.
"And I'll fire you." Eric responded.
"And then you'll lose one of you biggest talents to Smackdown." Randy retorted, "Look Eric I don't usually throw my weight around but I'm taking a stand here."
Eric went quiet for a moment, "How about this, tonight we have a three team intergender match. Lita and Shawn Michaels versus Tyson Tomko and Trish Stratus versus Randy Orton and Gail Kim. If a woman pins a woman, she becomes women's champion, if a man pins a man, he becomes Intercontinental champion. Deal?"
Randy nodded his, "Deal."
"Now if you don't mind I've got some business to take care of."
Randy got up from his chair and left the office. He started towards the Evolution locker room, he was about to open the door when Dave Batista walked out.
"Oh good, I wanted to talk to you about something." Dave said closing the door.
"What is it?" Randy asked.
"Well I was wondering, do you care if I make a move on Gail? I mean, do you have any interest in her?"
Randy was caught off guard by the question, he hadn't been expecting this. "You mean you want to date her?" Randy checked.
"If it's alright with you." Dave told him.
Randy went silent for a moment before answer, "No. No I don't mind at all. Go ahead."
"Thanks man, I really like her. Good luck tonight." Dave said patting Randy on the shoulder before walking off.
Randy entered the Evolution locker room and Gail stood up, "Well?" Gail asked.
"Well," Randy began, "It's kinda complicated, but you've got your match."
Gail's face seemed to shine with her happiness and she gave Randy a big huge, "Thank you so much!"
So what'd you guys think of that? Happy? Sad? Surprised? Tell me!
One week had past since Gail had become the number one contender and she couldn't be giddier if she tried. And she was nearly positive her shot was coming tonight as well. Gail had seen Trish Stratus enter the back door of the arena grumbling to Tyson Tomko about how unfair things were. That could only mean she had to actually defend her championship.
Gail walked up to the Evolution locker room, hoping she could once again change in their locker room. She knocked on the door and Randy opened it.
"Hey, could I change in here again? I've got a title shot tonight." Gail asked.
Randy turned to his companions who rose from their seats and nodded, "Yeah that'd be fine."
The four members left and Gail set her bag down on the couch, deciding not to look through any of the guys things this time. She pulled out her boots, elbow and knees pads and then her outfit for the night. White leather shorts and a pink leather tank top. Without delay she marched out of the locker room and saw Molly Holly. She jogged over to her with a smile on her face.
"Hi Molly." Gail said.
"Oh hey Gail. How have you been? I haven't had the chance to talk to you the last few weeks." Molly wondered.
"I've been great actually." Gail responded and Molly laughed, "What?"
"Does your being great have anything to do with a certain 24-year old Intercontinental champion?" Molly inquired.
"How'd you hear about that one?" Gail asked.
"Women's locker room. Those girls talk about anything and everything. Hey listen I gotta run. I promised Shane we'd get together before Raw. I'll see you soon." Molly told her.
"Bye." Gail called.
Gail started walking around, looking for the show schedule so she could figure out what time her match was scheduled for. She found a copy on Chris Benoit's locker room door. She skimmed down the page looking for "Women's Title Match" and when she finally found it, she was infuriated. "Women's Title Match: Trish Stratus © versus Lita"
How could that be possible? Gail was the number one contender. Not Lita. She stormed over to Eric's office, ready to give him a piece of her mind. She barged into his room to see him seated in his desk filing through some papers.
"Gail, what can I do for you?" He asked an insincere smile on his face.
"I'll tell you what you can do!" Gail nearly screamed, "You can tell me why the hell Lita is getting a title shot when I'm the number one contender!"
"Gail calm down, calm down. It's nothing personal. Lita is considered to be a bigger draw than you, and tonight's card is a big one. I mean, La Resistance is defending their tag titles against Edge & Chris Jericho, Chris Benoit is defending the world title against Kane and Randy Orton is defending the Intercontinental title against Shawn Michaels." Eric told her, seemingly to cool her down, "Now I suggest you get out of my office before I have security remove you from it."
Gail nodded her head slowly and left the room, trying to hold back tears. Not a big enough draw? So drawing ability matters more than wrestling ability now?
She turned a corner and bumped right into Randy Orton, who recognized Gail on the verge of tears. He pulled her head into his chest and she tried to tell him what happened in between tears.
"Lita's getting a telling shot." Gail cried.
"I know, I know." Randy comforted.
"Eric said that I wasn't a big enough draw." Gail explained.
Randy gently pulled Gail's face out of his shoulders and looked her in the eyes, "You just go wait in the Evolution locker room, and I'll see what I can do." Randy told her.
Gail nodded and Randy watched as she walked down the hall. He walked over to Eric Bischoff's office. Taking a deep breath he knocked on the door.
"Come in." Eric called.
Randy walked in and saw Eric was on the phone. His natural instincts would be to leave and come back another time, but not now, he had to do this for Gail. Eric motioned to him to have a seat while he finished his conversation.
"I don't care how much he wants or thinks he's worth. That's my final offer. Good Day," Eric said hanging up the phone, "Well if it isn't the Intercontinental champion. What can I do for you?"
"You can give Gail Kim her title shot back." Randy stated, simply and firmly.
"Well, you see Randy, I can't. Lita is the biggest staple the women's division has. People will watch to see her trying to get the belt; they won't do that for Gail." Eric informed him.
"Well, then I won't defend my title tonight." Randy replied.
"And I'll fire you." Eric responded.
"And then you'll lose one of you biggest talents to Smackdown." Randy retorted, "Look Eric I don't usually throw my weight around but I'm taking a stand here."
Eric went quiet for a moment, "How about this, tonight we have a three team intergender match. Lita and Shawn Michaels versus Tyson Tomko and Trish Stratus versus Randy Orton and Gail Kim. If a woman pins a woman, she becomes women's champion, if a man pins a man, he becomes Intercontinental champion. Deal?"
Randy nodded his, "Deal."
"Now if you don't mind I've got some business to take care of."
Randy got up from his chair and left the office. He started towards the Evolution locker room, he was about to open the door when Dave Batista walked out.
"Oh good, I wanted to talk to you about something." Dave said closing the door.
"What is it?" Randy asked.
"Well I was wondering, do you care if I make a move on Gail? I mean, do you have any interest in her?"
Randy was caught off guard by the question, he hadn't been expecting this. "You mean you want to date her?" Randy checked.
"If it's alright with you." Dave told him.
Randy went silent for a moment before answer, "No. No I don't mind at all. Go ahead."
"Thanks man, I really like her. Good luck tonight." Dave said patting Randy on the shoulder before walking off.
Randy entered the Evolution locker room and Gail stood up, "Well?" Gail asked.
"Well," Randy began, "It's kinda complicated, but you've got your match."
Gail's face seemed to shine with her happiness and she gave Randy a big huge, "Thank you so much!"
So what'd you guys think of that? Happy? Sad? Surprised? Tell me!
