Chapter 02:
"Oh my god...you are like...the last person I'd want to go out with." Stacy Keibler replied, rolling her eyes and glaring at him as Randy Orton glared back.
"Fine. Consider this deal not taken and we'll still beat the hell out of your dear uncle. And if that isn't enough, I'll be using a sledgehammer next time to put it in his skull that he is nothing but a loser. And for taking revenge on his beautiful, young niece...whom in turn, turned down the Legend Killer." Randy replied as Stacy glared even more at him, her temper steaming.
"My god...look who's talking, you loser! And I'll take it as a compliment that you called me beautiful. I'll also take it as a compliment that I, the beautiful, young niece of Mick Foley, had turned down the so-called, Legend Killer...also known as the wannabe-Hardcore Legend." Stacy answered with a sweet smile, making Randy put on a serious face. Triple H was about to grab her arm once again but Randy stopped him.
"I'll take it from here, Hunter." Randy said, letting Hunter enter the locker room to join the rest, leaving him outside.
"What did you just call me?" Randy hissed, nearing Stacy and backing her up to the wall.
"You're just a wannabe-Hardcore Legend. You'll never be one. The true Hardcore Legend is my uncle, Mick Foley. You're nothing but a jerk who joined a jerky group filled with such jerky members. If I were you, I'd quit this instant. You're ego's so big you're probably drowning in it already." Stacy smirked as Randy lost his temper, immediately crushing Stacy's body with his, holding both her hands up with his before she could slap him. "Let go of me, you asshole!" Stacy complained loudly, trying to squirm away from his grip. It was useless though for Randy was a hundred times stronger than her and she couldn't even afford to budge him. He just stayed still, eyes glaring at her, piercing through hers.
"You're really trying to put your uncle into much more danger, aren't you?" Randy threatened as Stacy just stared back at him, her eyes filled with loathe. "Unless you go out with me, I can take back what I said."
Stacy shook her head slowly, her eyes never leaving his gaze. "Never." She muttered. Randy slammed her to the wall but not hard enough to harm her. They both glowered at each other for the longest time before Randy decided to end it.
"Wish your uncle, good luck, babe." He said, entering his locker room and slamming the door shut. Stacy sighed and walked back to the divas' locker room where she found Lita and Trish talking about their previous match.
"Hey Stace!" they greeted the moment they saw her step foot inside.
"Hey..." Stacy greeted them back sadly as Lita and Trish both eyed her suspiciously.
"What's wrong?" Trish asked as Stacy sat in between them, leaning her head on the wall. She told them everything; the whole story of her encounter with the worst faction there was: Evolution. She told them all that had happened, not missing out on a single detail. They were her best friends and she knew very well that she could trust them.
"Oh my god...Stacy. Why'd you do that? You've gotten yourself into some pretty deep shit!" Trish said, shaking her head.
"What was I supposed to do?" Stacy queried. "My uncle is helpless yet they still beat him! I didn't want to say yes to Randy's offer! Hell no! There is no way in hell I am going to go out with him!"
"Well...you shouldn't have gone there in the first place. Evolution is a very dangerous group, honey. A very unpredictable group who can do just about anything in a snap of a finger." Lita now spoke as Stacy just sighed.
"I don't know. Just let it be..." she sighed, walking out the room, on to her rental car and drove back to the hotel where she decided to take a lot of needed sleep.
WELL? WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK? NOT MUCH HUMOR, IS THERE? HAHA! I'M NOT USED TO IT EITHER. ANYWAY...HOPE YOU LIKED THIS ONE!
"Oh my god...you are like...the last person I'd want to go out with." Stacy Keibler replied, rolling her eyes and glaring at him as Randy Orton glared back.
"Fine. Consider this deal not taken and we'll still beat the hell out of your dear uncle. And if that isn't enough, I'll be using a sledgehammer next time to put it in his skull that he is nothing but a loser. And for taking revenge on his beautiful, young niece...whom in turn, turned down the Legend Killer." Randy replied as Stacy glared even more at him, her temper steaming.
"My god...look who's talking, you loser! And I'll take it as a compliment that you called me beautiful. I'll also take it as a compliment that I, the beautiful, young niece of Mick Foley, had turned down the so-called, Legend Killer...also known as the wannabe-Hardcore Legend." Stacy answered with a sweet smile, making Randy put on a serious face. Triple H was about to grab her arm once again but Randy stopped him.
"I'll take it from here, Hunter." Randy said, letting Hunter enter the locker room to join the rest, leaving him outside.
"What did you just call me?" Randy hissed, nearing Stacy and backing her up to the wall.
"You're just a wannabe-Hardcore Legend. You'll never be one. The true Hardcore Legend is my uncle, Mick Foley. You're nothing but a jerk who joined a jerky group filled with such jerky members. If I were you, I'd quit this instant. You're ego's so big you're probably drowning in it already." Stacy smirked as Randy lost his temper, immediately crushing Stacy's body with his, holding both her hands up with his before she could slap him. "Let go of me, you asshole!" Stacy complained loudly, trying to squirm away from his grip. It was useless though for Randy was a hundred times stronger than her and she couldn't even afford to budge him. He just stayed still, eyes glaring at her, piercing through hers.
"You're really trying to put your uncle into much more danger, aren't you?" Randy threatened as Stacy just stared back at him, her eyes filled with loathe. "Unless you go out with me, I can take back what I said."
Stacy shook her head slowly, her eyes never leaving his gaze. "Never." She muttered. Randy slammed her to the wall but not hard enough to harm her. They both glowered at each other for the longest time before Randy decided to end it.
"Wish your uncle, good luck, babe." He said, entering his locker room and slamming the door shut. Stacy sighed and walked back to the divas' locker room where she found Lita and Trish talking about their previous match.
"Hey Stace!" they greeted the moment they saw her step foot inside.
"Hey..." Stacy greeted them back sadly as Lita and Trish both eyed her suspiciously.
"What's wrong?" Trish asked as Stacy sat in between them, leaning her head on the wall. She told them everything; the whole story of her encounter with the worst faction there was: Evolution. She told them all that had happened, not missing out on a single detail. They were her best friends and she knew very well that she could trust them.
"Oh my god...Stacy. Why'd you do that? You've gotten yourself into some pretty deep shit!" Trish said, shaking her head.
"What was I supposed to do?" Stacy queried. "My uncle is helpless yet they still beat him! I didn't want to say yes to Randy's offer! Hell no! There is no way in hell I am going to go out with him!"
"Well...you shouldn't have gone there in the first place. Evolution is a very dangerous group, honey. A very unpredictable group who can do just about anything in a snap of a finger." Lita now spoke as Stacy just sighed.
"I don't know. Just let it be..." she sighed, walking out the room, on to her rental car and drove back to the hotel where she decided to take a lot of needed sleep.
WELL? WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK? NOT MUCH HUMOR, IS THERE? HAHA! I'M NOT USED TO IT EITHER. ANYWAY...HOPE YOU LIKED THIS ONE!