Disclaimer: This is unassociated with any of my other stories, and I do not own any of the members of this story. I simply write this story due to my interest in Raw, especially with the superstars crucially in my dialogue.
Pairings: Some references of Edge/Lita and Kane/Lita (very prominent in this chapter), a little RKO/Stacy, and some insignificant one time date arrangements.
Rating Info: This story is rated PG-13.
The Stones of Raw by Prime Time, Legend Champion
Chapter 10: A Valentine's Day Aftermath
Following 2/14/05 episode of Raw
US Bank Arena in Cincinnati, OH
Edge and Christian didn't exactly have the most cohesive night last week in Japan, but hey. Tonight, they're both in important matches, all stemming around that World Heavyweight Championship picture. Christian got Randy Orton into a match with Tyson Tomko, and then took advantage of his concussion condition to bash over the Legend Killer. Edge then went on to get screwed out of the World Heavyweight Championship against Triple H by none other than Batista. Backstage, Edge blamed Christian for disabling Orton from the chance to retain any Evolutioner from doing damage. But Batista's the one who did the damage, so Edge challenged him tonight, and Christian is apparently going to accept his tough fight like a man tonight against Randy Orton, for they'll be in a one-on-one match.
Anyway, the night began with Chris Jericho's Highlight Reel, much like it did four weeks ago. He welcomed the cheering American fans to Raw Is Jericho. His guest tonight was Candace Michelle, who was involved in that court commercial for the Super Bowl. She used to be Randy Orton's backstage girlfriend, but only for a solidly short time. He mentioned that she'd been on the Howard Stern show, and many magazines. The commercial showed, and Jericho asked her to respond to the uproar, and she clearly didn't understand how Cincinnati would mind. She then emulated the dance moves and wardrobe malfunction from the commercial, and Jericho was joking about an apocalyptic circumstance. Muhammad Hassan and Daivari decided to make their way to the stage, Hassan wearing a holy robe and getting the USA chanted in his face. He called this an example of typical American hypocrisy, saying the woman is praised for disgracing herself on national television by the entire audience, but he gets no acolaids for beating Sergeant Slaughter. He called this the dumbing down of America, and Jericho the poster child of stupidity. Muhammad then demands a stop to this "female exploitation" before Hassan comes out to embarrass Jericho just like he did last time he was on the show. Jericho answered that the Arab jerks are the poster boys for jackasses, and that he doesn't understand their anger. He then made a couple of jokes, one about Daivari maybe not having a penis. Daivari spoke his crap, and Chris joked as if it were some sick desire. He says he gets it; he's seen them hang out together all the time backstage and speak their own special language that the two understand and look long and hard into each other's eyes. The conclusion of Jericho City and Fozzytown according to Y2J is that Daivari must be Hassan's special little Valentine, specifically hinting upon the thought of Val's Day today. Hassan orders Jericho to wipe the smile off his face, and Jericho threatens to take Hassan and Daivari to Chinatown right here, tonight, in Cincinnati, on Raw. Hassan and Daivari are making their way to the ring as the show goes on commercial.
We return to see Chris Jericho fighting Muhammad Hassan in a legal one-on-one match. Jericho is enjoying early control of the match. He got in a springboard shoulder block on Hassan sending both of them to the outside, and shortly thereafter a cross body cover from which Hassan kicked out. Jericho stomped Daivari's shoulder as soon as he showed up, and Hassan soon took back the main heat of the match. Now, I stop talking, because Daivari steals the job. When Jericho breaks out of a headlock, Daivari screams something in English, telling him to hold onto the Ayatollah of Rock and Roll. It was either the fans cheered or Daivari talked and interfered a little bit too much. Jericho eventually was able to go for the Walls, but Hassan kicked him back and broke off from it. Jericho's lionsault was unable to operate, as Hassan got out of it, but he was eventually taken out. Unfortunately, the ref was distracted by Daivari, so he couldn't count until Jericho gave the Khoz a springboard dropkick. Unfortunately, this led to Hassan being ripe for giving Jericho the facebuster smash and pinning him 1, 2, 3.
Ric Flair was reading a cellphone text message from a loving fan girl in the Evolution locker room, and Triple H warned him that there was going to be a fight. Flair hadn't heard it, but John Bradshaw Layfield was making his way to Raw to confront Batista! Trips told Flair to tell Batista that the Game has it taken care of, calling JBL's appearance on Raw an insult to Evolution. And I thought they were supposed to be pals! How insane is this company, anyway?
The Hall of Fame video showed up again, except this time, with a new legend. Ladies and gentlemen, my homeboy, the controversial Pitmaster, Rowdy Roddy Piper!
Randy Orton and Stacy Keibler were talking about the Hall of Fame ceremony, making a small joke. Stacy suddenly asked him if he wanted to go and get something to eat after the match. He then suspected, like the rest of us, that she was asking him out because it was Valentine's Day today. Oh, and by the way: being the other Captain Charisma, I had a special for my female peeps at school today, but maybe I shouldn't talk too much about that. Anyway, Orton said that after he destroyed Christian tonight, which I am highly skeptical of for multiple reasons, the out was in. Maria was talking to Batista elsewhere, until they got cut off by Ric Flair, who told Maria he and Batista needed to talk about something serious. Flair told Batista about JBL coming, and Batista understood that he was to focus on the match with Edge. The Leviathan told his eldest comrade to leave Triple H out of it if JBL decides to show up. "This is between me and him. I'll take care of it myself."
Shelton Benjamin then went on to defend his WWE Intercontinental Championship against Gene Snitsky. Benjamin started immediately going after him. He quickly got the Stinger Splash, but too little damage otherwise to get the win. Snitsky eventually got a headlock in, but Shelton enjoyed control for five more seconds, until Snitsky started operating with the domination. Shelton eventually took control as well. Jerry Lawler and Jim Ross talked about the Hall of Fame, saying that the "no character" Snitsky could never be in the Hall of Fame, but that Roddy Piper's acceptance speech would be unpredictable. Snitsky went into an argument with the referee after being shocked about a count. He eventually used a steel chair on Shelton Benjamin, getting disqualified. He even disagreed with that and stormed off! Nobody will communicate with this man other than the other guy who's just as deranged as him, and that's his friend Heidenreich, who, by the way, people, is still in a casket.
La Resistance wanted a rematch for the World Tag Team Championships, and they got it. Robert Conway immediately controlled the early part of the match against William Regal, but things changed after Tajiri was tagged in, as he almost instantly put his team on fire until a pin breakup came and Conway started pummeling Tajiri. La Resistance now controlled the action. William Regal eventually got tagged, and it was his turn to light a fire under his tag team. This led to Regal and Tajiri retaining their great gold.
Randy is apparently 100 tonight. The match was intense and physical. Christian once tried to get in an advantage as Orton was too busy trashing Tomko, but the Legend Champion saw Captain Charisma coming. Eventually, we saw Orton get flipped over to the outside, and the Problem Solver throw him into the steel steps. The referee had to hear and play investigator, though he was distracted by Christian as the move went on. We returned to see Christian still in control. Tomko had been ejected during the commercial break. The Peep Man is still in control, though he has a big lump from a group of right hands from the Legend Killer. Christian countered an RKO and then got in a reverse DDT, almost finishing off the match. Soon afterwards, both men needed to get up, and they both did. A fighting confrontation saw Christian go down and end up taking 20 punches to his chest. Orton got Christian in a power slam and tagged him in for a two count. Christian is showing his resilience here. A cross body move couldn't finish off the Peep Man. Christian tried to get the "feet on the ropes" school boy cover, but it didn't work. Christian tried to distract the referee by exposing the steel post right in front of him so Tomko could appear to defeat Randy Orton with the running big boot. It didn't work, and Orton then went on to counter an Unprettier. Christian better not stand up. He countered an RKO again, then Orton countered an Unprettier again, and then Orton got in the RKO, finally, and defeated Captain Charisma after a great match. The Randonites and the Peeps have to be looking at themselves and at each other and thinking, "Man, that was good; I hope the Legend Killer and Captain Charisma can fight again real soon."
Eric Bischoff is in his office talking to Theodore Long via cellular telephone, telling him not to play games because Batista made it clear that he'll decide next week where he goes, and that there's nothing he'd like better than to see Batista beat Smackdown's WWE Heavyweight Champion (I'd like to see it too, but because of JBL himself) right here on Raw. Edge shows up and talks about how Batista cost him the World Title, and Bischoff is encouraging him instead of punishing him. Eric says to take it out on Batista, that's why he made the match. Edge now made the point that he will beat Batista, and when he does, and JBL decides to come and beat the crap out of him, the Leviathan will be embarrassed, and will decide to sign that Smackdown contract to face off against JBL for the WWE Title. The point; there's gonna be an opening, because the Game will need a WrestleMania opponent, and Edge plans on proving that nobody deserves it but him.
Ross and Lawler reminisced on Japan Week, and how the Japanese people respected the WWE, as well as its global popularity. Suddenly, Trish Stratus shows up in a hot black outfit and to much initial applause. She immediately says that the WWE Divas are trying to steal her spotlight, but nobody will. She then called out Christy Hemme, and then went on to say that the title of slut - which people chanted to her again just so as to remember - no longer applies to Trish. Rather, it now applies to Christy, who will be posing for Playboy. Christy responded by saying that Trish may be trying to make her upset, but what qualifies as a slut is not posing for Playboy Magazine, but sleeping with half of the entire locker room is. Trish slapped Christy, infuriated at the comment, and walked away, her music and title shining. The footage of the cause for the Edge-Batista match came up. It's the Artist of Awesomeness versus the Capital Destroyer, the main event for tonight's Raw.
Next, Kane comes out for a match against Simon Dean, who clearly shows that he is delirious and scared for his life, wondering if he's in hell. In this match, which Simon had to be thinking was some kind of no disqualification death affair, the System Guru was whipped with his own heavyweight belt, choked and dropped on the security guardrail, blinded by his own "protein" powder, witness to Kane doing push ups in his face, booted intensely so as for the back of his head to bounce off the ringside concrete, and eventually Chokeslammed to Hell. The way he got embarrassed and punished, you'd think he was in hell.
Next, Shawn Michaels was asked by Coach about a disturbing interview with Kurt Angle in the Japanese magazines, in which Angle brags about what he did to Michaels at the Royal Rumble. Michaels said that he was very aware of it, and that Angle ought to focus on making his way towards perhaps becoming the WWE Heavyweight Champion at WrestleMania. At the Evolution room, Trips tried to persuade Batista to take his cover in the back with JBL, but the Leviathan refused.
The Chris Masters commercial came again before the Batista versus Edge match. In that match, Batista showed that power and strength advantage early. However, Edge's wrestling abilities got him an edge soon enough, though people somehow decided to chant "Edge Sucks". Batista soon went on to take control again, and Edge fired Edgecution again. Now, he's gotta be thinking Spear. But Batista cut into Edge's Spear by giving him a vicious spine buster, and then the Batista Bomb! Suddenly, John Bradshaw Layfield's limousine showd up, and Ric Flair is motioning to Evolution that it's time to approach JBL and his Cabinet. Edge has won because Trips suddenly entered the squared circle and pushed off the referee, but that's not the point. Triple H made a rant about how this is disrespectful to Evolution, and then Batista shuts him up by telling the Game once again that this is his business. Batista then comes out to the parking lot, only to see JBL's limo try to run him over. Triple H pushes Batista out of the way, and when the two of them get up, Batista says it looks like he's going to Smackdown… by himself.
Edge was walking around, continuing to look up in the air and puff in frustration. He knows the only reason he won the match was because Triple H walked into the ring and shoved the official aside. He is incredibly angry with himself because Lita has a broken neck, and he could not properly avenge himself. On top of that, Christian was nowhere to be found, for some reason, and nor was Tyson. Where the hell were his pals at a time like this? Suddenly, enter Kane.
"Edge," the Big Red Machine called him.
"Kane, what are you-"
"Just came to talk a little bit. I've been standoffish all night, and I think we both know why," Kane informed Edge, bringing his attention. "It's Valentine's Day today? And do you know what our Valentine is doing today? Living off one leg because of Trish Stratus!"
"Quit reminding me! That's the most sour thing you could bring up in my mind at a time like this. I mean, first, there's Lita. Second, I couldn't avenge myself for Batista costing me the World Championship last week. I mean, I won the match, but look at it this way. I took a Batista Bomb, and if JBL's limo hadn't arrived and made the distraction when it did, I most certainly would have been pinned, and I know it," Edge said.
"But look at it from a positive side, Edge. First of all, that so-called 'fitness guru', Simon Dean. Have you ever tried his products?" Kane suddenly asked the blonde man in front of him.
"No. I was scared to death of it when JR said it gave him diarrhea. And seeing you take his weight loss pill and suddenly go sour, I could tell it wasn't a weight loss system, but rather, it's taste loss. Can you believe this guy, trying to disrespect people and intimidate them into eating crap made solid, sniffing some kinda poison pixel dust, and drinking thin watercolor paint by using this stupid excuse gimmick of his? I mean, listen: 'Oh, people of Cincifatty, or Akebokyo, or Sumoitama Super Arena, or whatever the hell he says, my name is Simon Dean, and I implore you to take my Simon System because even though you're fat and disgusting, I believe in you.' Give me a break, that's a classic idiot."
"Yeah, you know? Come to think of it, Edge and Kane, why don't the three of us pretend to make a commercial right now, and add shades of Jimmy Kimmel Life bashing Ric Flair, and that 'trendy hipsters' tobacco commercial thing, and have a little fun with the Simon System?" Shelton Benjamin suddenly appeared and spoke.
"Good idea, Shelton. I mean, any of us could whoop him dead at any time with our hands tied behind our back. So, how do… oh, yeah. That stupid music of his. Doo doop, doop, doo do do doop, doo doop, doop, doo do do doop, doo doop, doop, doo do do doop, doo doop, doop, doo do do doop. Okay, let me stop now. How are we going to attract people to our taste loss product called the Simon System?"
"We need to make this system cool. You know, make young people become attracted to this product," Kane said.
"How about gettin' in some trendy hipsters to help out the brand? High school and college kids have been hearing about this system, and apparently, the only people who could ever like it at this rate are those old colostomy bag guys. You know, crazy 85-year-old men like Ric Flair?" Shelton suggested.
"Ha ha. Yeah. Hey, Ric Flair himself could become a trendy hipster with all his struts and profiles and all the girls he's taken into his penis over the years, despite the fact that his colostomy bag can tell you he's got even more 85-year-old bones than Bill Cosby," Edge joked. "And trust me, that man is old."
"No need to tell me twice. Anyway, how are we supposed to get these trendy hipsters? I mean, they dislike the Simon System as well. Even Rosie O'Donnell and Mo'nique have rejected the system. (a/n: this is not proven fact, we're just saying it for the "fake commercial") So how do we get them to advertise? It's not like we can offer them millions of dollars. They already get that from being so hip, cool, and popular," Shelton mentioned.
"How about we kidnap them, and I threaten to torture them until they agree to promote us?" Kane suddenly suggested, laughing maniacally.
"Yeah, like people do to force their homeys to take drugs," Shelton pointed out. "That would be nice, but with your creepy self, they'd call police and recommend a psych ward."
"You didn't," Kane abruptly just stopped, giving Shelton a blank look. That was a signal to run. Kane stood up, as if about to hit Benjamin. He'd already dealt with Gene Snitsky's steel chair tonight. He didn't need this. Shelton ran off into another direction, almost like referees do. Kane and Edge looked to each other and laughed.
"He won't be a trendy hipster," Kane said.
"You've got that right," Edge agreed.
In the meantime, Randy Orton and Stacy Keibler were standing in the parking lot, about to enter a rental car for their little date when Christian appeared.
"Hey, Randy, wait up!" Christian called to him, walking over to the Legend Killer and the Empress of Legs.
"Well, if it isn't Christian," Stacy quickly retorted, obviously upset with what Captain Charisma did last week.
"Stacy, shut up. I didn't come for this crap. I just came here to tell the Legend Champion here, nice match. Looks like you did kick my ass, huh?"
"Yeah, and you took it exactly as you said you would. With honor, charisma, and all your Peeps," Randy reminded Christian.
"Heh. I got your point. Where are you two headed off to on Valentine's Night?" Christian suddenly asked Randy and Stacy.
"Hey, that's a good way to put it. Valentine's Night. Nice," Randy said, admiring Christian's obviously diverse train of thought.
"You know what, don't tell me yet. In fact, don't even go yet. I'd like to find somebody around this locker room with whom I could tag along on your little upcoming romantic experience," Christian said.
"Christian, has anyone told you when you need to shut up? Because I'm telling you that now. You could benefit from silence now," Randy said bluntly, obviously not about to take romance jokes from the Peep Man.
"What?"
"We'll wait for you. You've got thirty minutes. Besides, I'd like to get a little word in with Christy before I go. You know, to congratulate her on standing up to Trish before ever getting a meaningful match?" Stacy mentioned.
"You go ahead and do that. She deserves the honor," Christian mentioned. "I've gotta carry out my Captain Charisma's Diva Search right now."
"All right. See you in a half hour," Stacy said, waving to him as he walked off.
"Are we seriously gonna wait? I mean, he did jump me last week," Randy asked her when Christian was out of the area.
"Yes," Stacy answered him. The two looked at each other, and smiled.
In the meantime, we had Triple H and Trish Stratus holding a discussion.
"Batista's leaving by himself? What kind of nonsense is that?" Trish asked.
"Trish, don't worry about it. All it means is he gets to prove that he can help us take over the industry, and seek revenge on JBL for trying to run him over," Trips answered.
"No, I don't agree with this," Trish disapproved the decision.
"Why?"
"Well, for one thing, if he leaves for Smackdown, that makes it difficult for us to contact him. And, quite frankly, I think he's cool. Secondly, Hunter, just face it. You need him to keep the World Heavyweight Title in Evolution."
"Trish, look at it this way. First of all, Evolution was created and is led by me, which means I should be the World Heavyweight Champion, not even Batista. And that can be broken at WrestleMania if I have to face him, despite the fact that it would make Evolution's night of WrestleMania greatness. Secondly, the idea of taking over the industry should mean a lot more than how to be cool. That's the kinda thing that dooms Edge and Christian to never being able to hold a World Heavyweight Championship and legitimately call it their own. They're so worried about being cool and punk that they forget the big picture, which is to stay at the top of your game and just plain rule. You have to admit it, Trish Stratus. The Game has a point."
"Yeah, I know you do. And you know what?"
"What?"
"You're right. Even though I don't necessary like Batista having to go to Smackdown, you've got a good point. Rather than fighting for this one Championship, which belongs to the leader, you two could be both Heavyweight Champions and rule the business. Degeneration X, the Four Horsemen, the New World Order, that Kings of Wrestling piece of crap organization at TNA, Bradshaw's Cabinet, everything! Every group in this business will be topped by Evolution! You'll have accomplished supreme status!"
"That's right, Trish. I'm glad you could see it from my point of view."
Speaking of seeing things from points of view, that is the forte of Val Venis, as far as the female anatomy is concerned. Especially on this day. I mean, think about it: Valentine's day? Get it, people? Anyway, Val has two of Raw's newest hot ladies at his sides: one being Christy, the other being Maria. Of course, Christian's got thirty minutes to find a Diva, perhaps one of these two. Oh, wait: perhaps? Just three minutes into this, that's exactly who he finds.
"So, my ladies, how would you like it if tonight, we could host another chicken fight? Let's find a guy around the locker room, and we can go to a hotel room with a hot tub I rented for this," the Big Valbowski suggested to the girls.
"Hey, cut the crap, Venis. Nobody wants to see you penis. All you're tryin' to do is make Pamelas outta Serenas," someone suddenly rapped.
"Christian, you do not have rap skills. Cut it out," Venis told him.
"Who are you to evaluate somebody's rap skills. Have you no sense? The only music you know is country and roses," Christian countered. "And you even modify that into pornographic reference."
"Ladies, do you have any idea what Christian is talking about?" Val asked Christy and Maria, bringing them to Christian's attention.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I was just kidding. Anyway, seeing as how you've got a couple of Divas at your sides, and Randy and Stacy are going out, and I need to find a date within the next thirty minutes… you think you're up for giving up one of your Divas?"
"You know, Christian, you could have asked us, but I think I understand why you didn't," Maria shockingly cut into the conversation. "Anyway, I've just decided that you can have me for tonight."
"Huh? What happened to you?"
"Well, I know you attacked Randy and all last week, but I heard you apologized to him and promised to take the fight like a man when he showed up again. Besides, Stacy's my good friend now, so that's how I know this," Maria started to explain her sudden decision. "And besides, you two did have a great match tonight. Randy may have won, but he's not the only one who deserves a date for his effort tonight."
"Well, then. That was quick. So, guys, let's go," Christian said, bringing a small question into the other three in the area.
"What are you talking about, guys, let's go? You're dating just Maria tonight, right?" Christy suddenly asked him.
"I think Randy and Stacy's car has enough space for all four of us, so a little Venis & Henne company wouldn't exactly be all bad," Christian elaborated upon this invitation. "Besides, I know you're looking to have some fun, Christy."
"Thanks a lot, Show Stealer. In fact, I am," Christy then said.
Meantime, we go back to Edge and Kane, who are walking along in the parking lot, talking about whatever the hell is associated with hellfire, awesomeness, and brimstone. The Artist of Awesomeness suddenly noticed a car in the area had a familiar tinge of red hair within its right front window.
"And then, we have him the El Con… wait a minute, I think I see somebody real familiar," Edge stopped his statement, opening the door to find Lita.
"You're here! But… what about the ACL?" Edge asked her.
"It's been better than this my entire life, Edge," Lita announced. "Except between now and the surgery. I can't move an inch from here."
"She's a fighter, all right. I've known that since her 17 or something, I guess. Probably even younger. I couldn't tell her not to come here. It would've killed her even worse than her knee getting misshapen or permanently broke beyond repair," another voice suddenly blared itself from the other side. Matt Hardy's face peeked out from behind Lita's.
"Matt. So you brought her here?" Kane acknowledged.
"Did she get broken beyond fixing?" Edge somehow found the idiotic innocence to ask the Sensei of Mattitude.
"No, but that very well could've happened," Matt informed Edge.
"Li, you know it's best to stay home and rest. Why the hell did you come here?" Edge asked, crouching down to where she was. Kane did his brother's classic pose to entertain the troops, but Edge and Lita were completely oblivious, and Matt couldn't even see it, even if he tried. The Seven Foot Monster then stood up, annoyed at being unable to give the group a laugh or bring a smile to Lita's face.
"I thought you'd be happier to see me," Lita joked with a small smile.
"I am. I'm very happy to see you. It's just that I'd like to know you're somewhat fine and not risking the end of your knee before you decide to make a road trip because of me."
"Edge, I'm here for you. And don't you ever forget it."
Hearing that from Lita just made him smile with his eyes shut, basking in the glory of his Queen of Extreme. He then rose to his feet, and Kane decided to carry her out of the car into his arms.
"This is exactly how it was when I married you, Lita," Kane remembered, an evil smile creeping across his face. Matt, Lita, and Edge started to get a little scared.
"Uh, Kane? You're scaring me," Lita bluntly said.
"How could I scare you? I'm your husband," Kane questioned the words that just came out of Lita's mouth.
"How could you not scare me? I'm a woman, and you're Kane," Lita responded wittingly to the Big Red Machine. "Besides, you're my husband by force."
"And you love me for it," Kane grinned.
"Fine," she agreed with a sigh. "I need to go. Could you put me down in the car? And be careful," Lita then said.
"We'll take the back seats. I'd like a few days," Edge surprisingly requested.
In another area of the parking lot, Randy and Stacy were surprised not only to see Christian with a girl the first time, but also, Val Venis and Christy Hemme were also coming along for the ride.
"Well, Christian, I gotta admit. I'm impressed. I mean, not only did you come with a girl, but two, and you also got Val Venis to come along for our ride," Randy complimented him. "Congrats, man."
"She's with me," Val pointed to Christy.
"I'm with him," Christy pointed to Val.
"I don't think the Peepulation here recommended a repetition exercise," Christian chastised them.
"Peepulation, Christian? If anything, you're part of my Randonation," Orton took offense to being called a Peep.
"Shut up, man, let's go," Christian said, opening the backseat of the car. When they all got in…
"Oh, by the way, Stacy, during that WrestleMania commercial we did," Christian started.
"Yeah?" Stacy wanted him to continue.
"I actually was turned on by your utter hotness. That was not entirely a joke when I said I love you," Captain Charisma finished the statement, causing everyone to stare at him and Randy to stop activating the engine to the car. After a while, though, the Man of Destiny put a smile on his face as he thought of something.
"Anybody would be turned on by Stacy's utter hotness," Randy stated.
"And end up saying something stupid like that, too," Stacy finished, apparently reading his mind. She shook her head at the boast that she helped get made about herself.
"Driver, go," Christian pretended to order Orton, who started the engine as if to be following the order.
"Ha hah. You've got to admit, this little joking is kind of cute," Christy expressed opinion.
"Hey, speaking of the commercial, Christian, I'm a little curious," Maria said out of the clear blue.
"What is it?" Christian asked his petal for the night.
"What does 'sedomasochistic activity' mean?"
"Shut up. I'll get into that in the near future. Oh, by the way, Christy: congratulations on Playboy," Christian congratulated her.
"Thanks," Christy welcomed the respect.
"Of course, I scored the deal with Hugh Hefner to get her there," Venis bragged.
"Stop it," Christy commanded him.
"Do we need any of your exaggerations right now?"
"Shut up, Craptain Charisma."
"No, Baldbowski. You shut up."
