"I will be damned!" Randy raged, "I will just be damned!"
"Calm down, Randy, you getting worked up over nothing." Hunter tried to soothe his temper, "He was good. Excellent really."
He? He? See that's the problem you don't understand Hunter, Randy thought in his head, he is a she.
"I know." Randy tried to calm down a little.
Ray is good, she's very good, but the fact remains, she's a she. Randy had a real strict regard when it came to women, underneath him in his bed, not on top of him on the mat. The fact that she had beat him, genuinely beat him, no cheating, no interference, and the fact that this was her second time doing it, it all just really pissed him off.
"Look, we'll keep an eye on him. If it keeps up, we'll bring him into Evolution, that way he'll be with us, have our back."
"I like that." Ric perked up, "That's a good idea. As a matter of fact, big Dave, why don't you see if you can bring him in here, I'd like to talk to him, wouldn't you champ?" he asked Hunter.
"Yeah, might be nice. See what he's got going on in his head." Hunger nodded, "Yeah Dave, go get him."
Little did Hunter know Evolution was the furthest thing from Ray's mind. She was in the shower, secluded from everyone else, washing her hair, unknotting her tightening muscles. She stepped out wearing a towel.
"Wow," John said. "You're better looking than they tell."
She cocked an eyebrow, "Are you serious?"
"I know you're a woman, it's all good."
"Look, that's not something I want broadcasted, if you don't mind." She walked pass him slipping on her jeans and boots. She reached up to braid her hair, causing her towel to fall to the floor. Her bare breasts caught a breeze causing her nipples to harden; she didn't even pay it any mind as she pulled on her oversized tank.
"Damn girl," he told her taking a look at her loose breast under tank top, "you're body is too hot to hide."
She looked at him, throwing her leather jacket over her tank, "I'll let you be the judge of that."
"Most say I'm a good judge." He smirked.
"Fine," she snapped, she was tired, she was wet and she was sore. She threw her bag over her shoulder, "anything else you want to enlighten me on or can I be excused?"
He looked as if she had slapped him, she was snapping for no reason, and he hadn't really done anything. She sighed, she wasn't really angry, just tired.
"Sorry John," she extended her hand, "I'm Ray."
"I've heard. I understand you've been through a lot today. Let's say we talk some other time, when you're feeling better." She smiled and nodded, "Oh look she smiles."
"On occasion, don't get used to it," she teased she walked up to her.
He stepped aside and let her pass him, "See you around Ray." He called.
"Yeah see you." She called over her shoulder.
"Ah, just the man I needed to see," Dave Batista told her, "Hunter wishes to see you."
She looked up at him, she was nearly six feet herself and still he towered her.
"Yeah, like now," Randy sneered at her from behind.
She looked over her shoulder into his cold eyes. She swore this boy came out of thin air. She was in no mood for this. He knew she was a female, and better than him and he was treating her like some kind of bimbo. He grabbed her by the arm.
She snatched her arm from his grip, "Oh he wishes to see me does he," she asked looking at him with equal disdain, "tell him to rub a lamp."
Shane was very impressed by this new girl Ray, she was totally badass, especially in his male dominated world, she brushed past him like she didn't even see him.
"Hey, Ray is it?" Shane called to her.
She turned on her heel, taking her headphones out of head, "Shane, hey."
"Hey what are you doing after the show?"
"I'm heading out now."
He looked at her, he found her, even in this tomboy role, her wet braid hanging down her back, wetting her leather jacket, her breast were bare beneath that tank top, her jeans were hanging so low they might as well have been around her ankles. He had wondered how many people knew she was a girl. He was so curious that he asked Mark, because let's face it, when it came to what's going on in the locker room, Mark knew everything. According to Mark, the only people besides the two of them, that knew were Vince of course, Randy, John, Adam and Jay.
"I mean it's funny," Mark said chuckling a bit, "even I had to take a double take. I was like damn, she's a girl."
"I know. You want to know what's funny?" Shane confided in Mark.
"You like her, don't you son?" Mark asked.
"How did you know?" Shane asked incredulous.
Mark shrugged, "I know everything. I don't know what to tell you though, besides us, everyone else thinks she's a boy."
"I hear she gets dressed in the male locker room and everything."
Mark nodded still grinning, "Yeah, and doesn't so much as blink. I'm thinking of taking her under my wind. Anyone that has that kind of self- discipline has got to be a child of mine."
"Shane," she snapped him back to reality, "you were saying?"
"Oh yeah, I was wondering if maybe you could give me a ride or something. Maybe we could get to know each other a little better."
Ray knew better, she knew that ninety nine percent of that locker room thought she was boy. She knew that if she walked out of here with this boy it would be one of the biggest mistakes ever.
"Sure, my car is just this way," she tilted her head in the direction.
Shane followed behind her, he couldn't help but notice every detail about her, but his question was why? He has seen countless divas, sexy ones, feminine ones, ones that acted like ladies, etc. But the baddest bitch of the group is the one that caught his attention; he didn't understand himself here lately.
Ray was nervous about this guy following so close behind her. He could feel his eyes trail her body, that which he could see anyway.
"Shane," a feminine voice called out.
They both turned around at the same time, looking at the leggy Stacy Keibler.
"What's up Stace?" Shane asked her.
Stacy looked Ray from her feet to her face, obvious lust in her eyes, "Aren't you going to introduce the ladies to the new kid on the block?"
Shane looked back at Ray, raising his eyebrows, "What do you say Ray?"
She said hell no. The last thing she wanted to do right now was be introduced to a group of hormone driven females.
"Sure, let's do it." Ray said her voice low, husky.
Shane followed Ray and Stacy toward the Diva locker room, and actually he didn't mind. Actually, this was his chance to compare her to another totally hot woman. They were both the same height, long legs, but he swore Ray had this bad girl thing down to a science, and she wasn't even trying, that's what he liked.
Stacy led her into the diva's locker room, "Ladies, new guy on the block. Ray, these are the girls."
Ray looked from Stacy, who was holding her arm tightly, to Amy, to Trish, to Nora, to Jazz, to Victoria, to Jackie, to Ivory and back to Stacy, this is what you dragged me in here for, she wanted to ask.
"Nice meeting you ladies." She nodded to each one in turn, she thought for a while there that Stacy was going to rip her arm off, "But if you'll excuse me, I have to go."
"Bye." They said in unison.
She shut the door behind her; feeling like all that femininity was going to suffocate her.
"Not your scene, huh?" Shane asked as they left the building.
Ray shuddered, "That's going to definitely get some getting used to." Assuming that he already knew she was female, "They all think I'm a guy, don't they?"
"What was your first clue?" Shane smiled.
"Oh, the fact that Stacy did not seem as if she was going to let me go tipped me off a little." Suddenly her cell phone rang loudly, "Excuse me a sec Shane."
Shane nodded at her slightly, "Take your time."
"Core!" she yelled, Shane's heart sank, he should've known that she was taken.
"How was the show?" Corey asked her.
"It was so hot boy. I beat Randy Orton."
"No shit?"
"Yeah no shit."
"Meet anyone cool yet?"
"Have I? Shit the Undertaker, he damn near knocked me on the ground, Bill Goldberg shook my hand and told me my match as good. Triple H wanted to see me, but I kind of blew him off. Anyway, guess who is in the car with me right now?"
"Who?"
Shane's heart lightened, sounded like she was talking to a brother or a good friend or something.
"The Hurricane."
"Get the fuck out of here!" Corey yelled, "You know damn well he's apart of my Carolina Five."
"Yeah I know, you with the Carolina Five. Don't forget I love them too, you."
Shane looked up at her, 'Carolina Five?' he mouthed to her.
'In a minute.' She mouthed back.
"I met Lita too tonight. Forgot to tell you that." She said.
"You met Lita?! You have got to be the luckiest bitch alive I swear."
"Or just the most talented. So where's dad anyway?"
Shane let out an audible sigh, thank God, it was her brother.
"He and mom got into it,"
"Again? About what?" she yelled. As if she didn't know, every fight they had lately seemed to revolve around her, what she wasn't doing, what she was doing, what she wasn't, what Lydia wanted her to be. She rolled her eyes and waited for Corey to go into detail.
"You don't want to know," Corey sighed.
But she was sure she did want to know, so she pressed on. "Come on Core, what's going on."
"She's still having a fit over you and this wrestling thing." Corey explained. He wasn't telling the whole truth, but he didn't want to bring her high down any further.
"She's still bitching over that. Come on Core, you got to be kidding me."
"Naw, he couldn't believe it either," he told her. "So he took a drive. He'll be back soon."
"Well be sure to have him call me as soon as he gets home, and don't you dare tell him anything."
"I won't, I won't. I miss you kiddo."
"I miss you too. Love you."
"I love you too." Corey hung up the phone feeling like he was closing a chapter in his life.
Corey knew she could never come back home, ever. Her wrestling wasn't the only thing his parents were arguing about; there is also the slight the problem that her father is now facing parole. He's been calling about his little girl and of course nothing happening.
She threw her cell phone down in the cup holder, "Damn it!"
"You want to talk about it?"
She looked over at him, she saw that he was being sincere, but really, discuss her screwed up family life with a complete stranger. She wanted him to be interested in her, not think she was a raving lunatic.
As if he was reading her mind, "I can't think you are any crazier than I think you are now."
Ray looked over at him with eyebrow cocked, "This coming from a man that bounces around in a green cape."
"Hey," he poked his lips out.
"Never said I didn't like the cape." She confessed.
"I knew you liked it."
"And how did you draw this conclusion?" she smiled over at him.
For a second he couldn't speak, she looked so pretty just then, wow. She was taking his breath away.
"And how did you draw this conclusion, Mr. Hurricane?"
"Why it is very simple Citizen Ray,"
"Oh it is?" she said, her eyes seemed to sparkle in the light, "How is that?"
Shane pointed to his head, closing his eyes real tight, poking his lips out really far, "'Cuz I got my Hurri-powers."
"I am a humbled woman," she bowed slightly, her full lips curving into a smile. "Thanks for making me smile, it means the world to me."
"No problem," he said patting her knee, "so tell me Ray, I mean I don't want to get all personal, but if you want to talk, I'm here. I'm a good listener."
She smiled at him again, he didn't want to get all corny or anything, but this girl had the most radiant smile he had ever seen.
"Thank you."
"Well my first question is,"
"Why the boy thing?"
"Not the first time someone's asked you huh?"
"Nope, not in the least. To tell you the truth, it's what I'm used to; it's what I'm comfortable with. You guys take for granted how comfortable a male life really is."
Shane nodded his head, what she was saying was really making sense, but still, he would like to see her in a little girl gear.
"So who exactly are the Carolina Five?"
"Ah, yes. The Carolina Five, that would be something my brother and I conjured up. It's a group of wrestlers we have come to love."
"Doesn't tell me who they are."
"Oh yeah, that would be Matt and Jeff Hardy, they are so hot, Shannon Moore, he's just too cute, how could you not love him?" Shane snorted, "Hey, I'm not done. Where was I? Oh yes. Lita, she's so pretty."
"That's only four Ray."
"Oh, that leaves little ol' you." She shrugged as she smiled over at him again, "You're not so bad."
"Gee thanks." He said pretending to be hurt. "How would you like to meet the rest of your Carolina Five?"
Ray covered her mouth with her hand, "Stop it Shane. Don't play with me."
"Totally legit, I'm sure they would love to meet you."
They pulled into the hotel; she sent him that award-winning smile.
"Sure, let's do it."
"Calm down, Randy, you getting worked up over nothing." Hunter tried to soothe his temper, "He was good. Excellent really."
He? He? See that's the problem you don't understand Hunter, Randy thought in his head, he is a she.
"I know." Randy tried to calm down a little.
Ray is good, she's very good, but the fact remains, she's a she. Randy had a real strict regard when it came to women, underneath him in his bed, not on top of him on the mat. The fact that she had beat him, genuinely beat him, no cheating, no interference, and the fact that this was her second time doing it, it all just really pissed him off.
"Look, we'll keep an eye on him. If it keeps up, we'll bring him into Evolution, that way he'll be with us, have our back."
"I like that." Ric perked up, "That's a good idea. As a matter of fact, big Dave, why don't you see if you can bring him in here, I'd like to talk to him, wouldn't you champ?" he asked Hunter.
"Yeah, might be nice. See what he's got going on in his head." Hunger nodded, "Yeah Dave, go get him."
Little did Hunter know Evolution was the furthest thing from Ray's mind. She was in the shower, secluded from everyone else, washing her hair, unknotting her tightening muscles. She stepped out wearing a towel.
"Wow," John said. "You're better looking than they tell."
She cocked an eyebrow, "Are you serious?"
"I know you're a woman, it's all good."
"Look, that's not something I want broadcasted, if you don't mind." She walked pass him slipping on her jeans and boots. She reached up to braid her hair, causing her towel to fall to the floor. Her bare breasts caught a breeze causing her nipples to harden; she didn't even pay it any mind as she pulled on her oversized tank.
"Damn girl," he told her taking a look at her loose breast under tank top, "you're body is too hot to hide."
She looked at him, throwing her leather jacket over her tank, "I'll let you be the judge of that."
"Most say I'm a good judge." He smirked.
"Fine," she snapped, she was tired, she was wet and she was sore. She threw her bag over her shoulder, "anything else you want to enlighten me on or can I be excused?"
He looked as if she had slapped him, she was snapping for no reason, and he hadn't really done anything. She sighed, she wasn't really angry, just tired.
"Sorry John," she extended her hand, "I'm Ray."
"I've heard. I understand you've been through a lot today. Let's say we talk some other time, when you're feeling better." She smiled and nodded, "Oh look she smiles."
"On occasion, don't get used to it," she teased she walked up to her.
He stepped aside and let her pass him, "See you around Ray." He called.
"Yeah see you." She called over her shoulder.
"Ah, just the man I needed to see," Dave Batista told her, "Hunter wishes to see you."
She looked up at him, she was nearly six feet herself and still he towered her.
"Yeah, like now," Randy sneered at her from behind.
She looked over her shoulder into his cold eyes. She swore this boy came out of thin air. She was in no mood for this. He knew she was a female, and better than him and he was treating her like some kind of bimbo. He grabbed her by the arm.
She snatched her arm from his grip, "Oh he wishes to see me does he," she asked looking at him with equal disdain, "tell him to rub a lamp."
Shane was very impressed by this new girl Ray, she was totally badass, especially in his male dominated world, she brushed past him like she didn't even see him.
"Hey, Ray is it?" Shane called to her.
She turned on her heel, taking her headphones out of head, "Shane, hey."
"Hey what are you doing after the show?"
"I'm heading out now."
He looked at her, he found her, even in this tomboy role, her wet braid hanging down her back, wetting her leather jacket, her breast were bare beneath that tank top, her jeans were hanging so low they might as well have been around her ankles. He had wondered how many people knew she was a girl. He was so curious that he asked Mark, because let's face it, when it came to what's going on in the locker room, Mark knew everything. According to Mark, the only people besides the two of them, that knew were Vince of course, Randy, John, Adam and Jay.
"I mean it's funny," Mark said chuckling a bit, "even I had to take a double take. I was like damn, she's a girl."
"I know. You want to know what's funny?" Shane confided in Mark.
"You like her, don't you son?" Mark asked.
"How did you know?" Shane asked incredulous.
Mark shrugged, "I know everything. I don't know what to tell you though, besides us, everyone else thinks she's a boy."
"I hear she gets dressed in the male locker room and everything."
Mark nodded still grinning, "Yeah, and doesn't so much as blink. I'm thinking of taking her under my wind. Anyone that has that kind of self- discipline has got to be a child of mine."
"Shane," she snapped him back to reality, "you were saying?"
"Oh yeah, I was wondering if maybe you could give me a ride or something. Maybe we could get to know each other a little better."
Ray knew better, she knew that ninety nine percent of that locker room thought she was boy. She knew that if she walked out of here with this boy it would be one of the biggest mistakes ever.
"Sure, my car is just this way," she tilted her head in the direction.
Shane followed behind her, he couldn't help but notice every detail about her, but his question was why? He has seen countless divas, sexy ones, feminine ones, ones that acted like ladies, etc. But the baddest bitch of the group is the one that caught his attention; he didn't understand himself here lately.
Ray was nervous about this guy following so close behind her. He could feel his eyes trail her body, that which he could see anyway.
"Shane," a feminine voice called out.
They both turned around at the same time, looking at the leggy Stacy Keibler.
"What's up Stace?" Shane asked her.
Stacy looked Ray from her feet to her face, obvious lust in her eyes, "Aren't you going to introduce the ladies to the new kid on the block?"
Shane looked back at Ray, raising his eyebrows, "What do you say Ray?"
She said hell no. The last thing she wanted to do right now was be introduced to a group of hormone driven females.
"Sure, let's do it." Ray said her voice low, husky.
Shane followed Ray and Stacy toward the Diva locker room, and actually he didn't mind. Actually, this was his chance to compare her to another totally hot woman. They were both the same height, long legs, but he swore Ray had this bad girl thing down to a science, and she wasn't even trying, that's what he liked.
Stacy led her into the diva's locker room, "Ladies, new guy on the block. Ray, these are the girls."
Ray looked from Stacy, who was holding her arm tightly, to Amy, to Trish, to Nora, to Jazz, to Victoria, to Jackie, to Ivory and back to Stacy, this is what you dragged me in here for, she wanted to ask.
"Nice meeting you ladies." She nodded to each one in turn, she thought for a while there that Stacy was going to rip her arm off, "But if you'll excuse me, I have to go."
"Bye." They said in unison.
She shut the door behind her; feeling like all that femininity was going to suffocate her.
"Not your scene, huh?" Shane asked as they left the building.
Ray shuddered, "That's going to definitely get some getting used to." Assuming that he already knew she was female, "They all think I'm a guy, don't they?"
"What was your first clue?" Shane smiled.
"Oh, the fact that Stacy did not seem as if she was going to let me go tipped me off a little." Suddenly her cell phone rang loudly, "Excuse me a sec Shane."
Shane nodded at her slightly, "Take your time."
"Core!" she yelled, Shane's heart sank, he should've known that she was taken.
"How was the show?" Corey asked her.
"It was so hot boy. I beat Randy Orton."
"No shit?"
"Yeah no shit."
"Meet anyone cool yet?"
"Have I? Shit the Undertaker, he damn near knocked me on the ground, Bill Goldberg shook my hand and told me my match as good. Triple H wanted to see me, but I kind of blew him off. Anyway, guess who is in the car with me right now?"
"Who?"
Shane's heart lightened, sounded like she was talking to a brother or a good friend or something.
"The Hurricane."
"Get the fuck out of here!" Corey yelled, "You know damn well he's apart of my Carolina Five."
"Yeah I know, you with the Carolina Five. Don't forget I love them too, you."
Shane looked up at her, 'Carolina Five?' he mouthed to her.
'In a minute.' She mouthed back.
"I met Lita too tonight. Forgot to tell you that." She said.
"You met Lita?! You have got to be the luckiest bitch alive I swear."
"Or just the most talented. So where's dad anyway?"
Shane let out an audible sigh, thank God, it was her brother.
"He and mom got into it,"
"Again? About what?" she yelled. As if she didn't know, every fight they had lately seemed to revolve around her, what she wasn't doing, what she was doing, what she wasn't, what Lydia wanted her to be. She rolled her eyes and waited for Corey to go into detail.
"You don't want to know," Corey sighed.
But she was sure she did want to know, so she pressed on. "Come on Core, what's going on."
"She's still having a fit over you and this wrestling thing." Corey explained. He wasn't telling the whole truth, but he didn't want to bring her high down any further.
"She's still bitching over that. Come on Core, you got to be kidding me."
"Naw, he couldn't believe it either," he told her. "So he took a drive. He'll be back soon."
"Well be sure to have him call me as soon as he gets home, and don't you dare tell him anything."
"I won't, I won't. I miss you kiddo."
"I miss you too. Love you."
"I love you too." Corey hung up the phone feeling like he was closing a chapter in his life.
Corey knew she could never come back home, ever. Her wrestling wasn't the only thing his parents were arguing about; there is also the slight the problem that her father is now facing parole. He's been calling about his little girl and of course nothing happening.
She threw her cell phone down in the cup holder, "Damn it!"
"You want to talk about it?"
She looked over at him, she saw that he was being sincere, but really, discuss her screwed up family life with a complete stranger. She wanted him to be interested in her, not think she was a raving lunatic.
As if he was reading her mind, "I can't think you are any crazier than I think you are now."
Ray looked over at him with eyebrow cocked, "This coming from a man that bounces around in a green cape."
"Hey," he poked his lips out.
"Never said I didn't like the cape." She confessed.
"I knew you liked it."
"And how did you draw this conclusion?" she smiled over at him.
For a second he couldn't speak, she looked so pretty just then, wow. She was taking his breath away.
"And how did you draw this conclusion, Mr. Hurricane?"
"Why it is very simple Citizen Ray,"
"Oh it is?" she said, her eyes seemed to sparkle in the light, "How is that?"
Shane pointed to his head, closing his eyes real tight, poking his lips out really far, "'Cuz I got my Hurri-powers."
"I am a humbled woman," she bowed slightly, her full lips curving into a smile. "Thanks for making me smile, it means the world to me."
"No problem," he said patting her knee, "so tell me Ray, I mean I don't want to get all personal, but if you want to talk, I'm here. I'm a good listener."
She smiled at him again, he didn't want to get all corny or anything, but this girl had the most radiant smile he had ever seen.
"Thank you."
"Well my first question is,"
"Why the boy thing?"
"Not the first time someone's asked you huh?"
"Nope, not in the least. To tell you the truth, it's what I'm used to; it's what I'm comfortable with. You guys take for granted how comfortable a male life really is."
Shane nodded his head, what she was saying was really making sense, but still, he would like to see her in a little girl gear.
"So who exactly are the Carolina Five?"
"Ah, yes. The Carolina Five, that would be something my brother and I conjured up. It's a group of wrestlers we have come to love."
"Doesn't tell me who they are."
"Oh yeah, that would be Matt and Jeff Hardy, they are so hot, Shannon Moore, he's just too cute, how could you not love him?" Shane snorted, "Hey, I'm not done. Where was I? Oh yes. Lita, she's so pretty."
"That's only four Ray."
"Oh, that leaves little ol' you." She shrugged as she smiled over at him again, "You're not so bad."
"Gee thanks." He said pretending to be hurt. "How would you like to meet the rest of your Carolina Five?"
Ray covered her mouth with her hand, "Stop it Shane. Don't play with me."
"Totally legit, I'm sure they would love to meet you."
They pulled into the hotel; she sent him that award-winning smile.
"Sure, let's do it."