Wow. I said there wouldn't be anymore long waits between updates and look what happens. Hopefully this chapter will make up for the wait.
"Hurry up!" Gail whined to Randy, who was driving two to Raw, "I've finally been invited into the women's locker room and I am not going to be late because you drive like my Grandmother."
"Has your Grandmother ever been in a car accident?" Randy questioned, then seeing the somewhat defeated look on Gail's face smirked, "That's what I thought. We'll get there on time."
"Whatever." Gail muttered.
As soon as Randy pulled into the parking space Gail jumped from the car, not waiting for Randy to open the door for her as she usually did.
She nearly sprinted through the backstage halls on her way to the women's locker room, however as the room entered her sight, her pace slowed. She was suddenly flooded by a wave of nervousness. What if they genuinely didn't like her? What would she do? She crept the door open to find several of the ladies talking in a makeshift circle. Stacy was the first to spot Gail and ran over to her.
"Oh my gosh Gail! I haven't talked to you in like, two weeks! I can't believe it's been that long? How have you been? I've been great!" Stacy rambled.
Gail just smiled and nodded at Stacy's nonsense. The other girls all gave her a sincere smile and wave and offered her a spot to sit down.
"You came just for the good part. We're discussing the boys of WWE." Ivory told her.
"I don't know, maybe it's just that we came to WWE together, but I have to say Maven. He's got a great body, muscled but not too much, a great face, I even liked it before he plucked the eyebrows!" Nidia stated.
"EWWW" Stacy squealed, "That is disgusting!"
"You named Paul London for your guy. You're freaking taller than he is!" Nidia protested.
"Well I would have to say for my man," Victoria interrupted, "I have to say John Cena. Great face, great body and well, when he used to wear those short tights, let's just say he looked like he could satisfy a lady."
"Oh my god! No one wants to hear about that." Jazz cried,
"Now I would have to be traditional, The Rock. The man's perfection."
"What about you Gail?" Ivory asked.
"Oh don't you know? Gail is with Randy Orton." Stacy informed the group.
"Now that's a piece of meat you could really bite into." Nidia joked.
"And judging by his speedo, he looks like he could really satisfy a lady too." Victoria nudged.
"That he can." Trish laughed.
Gail cocked her head to Trish, "What's that mean?"
"Well we slept together."
"WHAT!?" Gail screamed.
"When?" Ivory asked.
"Where?" Nidia asked.
"Why?" Jazz asked.
"Boxers or briefs?" Stacy asked.
"In a hotel, because he's cute, boxer briefs and don't worry Gail, it was at least two weeks ago, you two weren't together yet." Trish responded.
"We've been together over a month!" Gail cried.
"Oh." Trish said dumbfounded, "Well he certainly didn't mention that when he was ripping my clothes off."
"Dump the jerk!" Ivory suggested.
"Punch him in the face" Victoria ordered.
"Rip his balls off!" Jazz demanded.
"Give him a chance to explain his side of the story.." Stacy started to say, but silenced after getting several looks from the other girls.
"I have to go see him." Gail muttered.
"Which are you gonna do? Dump, punch or rip?" Ivory questioned.
"At the moment? All of the above." Gail said as she walked out of the room.
Six of the divas watched as she left the room and all agreed that Randy was a jerk, behind them a smile crept over the face of Trish Stratus, everything was working.
Dave Batista sat in a bar by himself. His life was falling apart right in from of him, and after a few drinks, he was telling the bartender just that.
"So then she catches me on the couch with this girl from playboy girl. And she's hot. I mean like REALLY hot. She shouldn't expect me to turn down an offer from a playboy girl. Hey gimme another one of these shot. Where was I? Oh yeah, so then the whore ends up being with my best friend." Dave began, "Who does she think she is? Who does he think he is? So I jump him right? But then old man river comes in and says that we're acting like children. I'm not acting like a child! He started it. Gimme another one. Thanks. So where was I? Oh yeah, what time is it? 6:30! I gotta go!" Dave exclaimed setting a twenty on the bar as he ran off.
"You bill was $30!" The bartender called but Dave was already gone.
Gail scanned the halls for the pig known as Randy Orton. There he was, talking to Chris Benoit. Without thinking she walked up to him.
"You know I got three suggestions in the women's locker room. Dump you, punch you, or rip off something I know you don't want to lose." Gail snarled.
"I should go." Chris tried to say.
"No Chris. Maybe you can explain to me why men are such pigs." Gail told him.
"Gail what are you talking about?" A baffled Randy asked.
"I had an interesting conversation with Miss Stratus. Seems all your talk about loving me, it was bullshit. You slept with her!"
"No I didn't-"
"Don't try to act innocent Randy. I can't even look at you right now." She yelled running towards the parking garage.
Randy instantly ran after her. What was she talking about? He'd never slept with Trish. Suddenly it dawned on him, Trish was referring to THAT night. He had to explain to Gail. That tramp had lied.
Gail rushed through the assortment of cars with Randy not far behind, finally Randy managed to grab her hand at a stop in the car spaces. She turned to Randy, tears running down her face. It startled Randy. He'd always been the one who'd consoled her when she cried, now he was the reason.
"Gail please let me explain." Randy tried.
"No Randy! I'm not going to have this explained to me. After Dave I made a promise to myself that I would never let myself go through that again. Tell me though, was Trish the only one? Were there others?"
"Gail there was no one. How can I prove it to you?"
A long silence passed as a single idea entered Gail's head,
"Boxers or briefs?"
"What does that have to do with anything?" Randy asked.
"Just answer the question!" She demanded.
"Boxer Briefs." He unknowingly said.
"That's what I thought." Gail said breaking free of Randy's
grasp.
She turned to run again when the unexpected happened. Something no one could have foreseen or wanted. A black Mercedes uncontrollably screeched through the parking garage, going close to thirty miles per hour. The car hit Gail head on. Gail's limp body flew onto the car hood, breaking the glass. Randy felt like he was in a horrible nightmare, when things only went from bad to worse. No, from miserable to worse. It was like someone had punched a hole through his chest, and was squeezing his heart right in front of him, and there was nothing he could do.
The driver's seat of the car opened and out stepped an all to familiar face, Dave Batista.
