Time to Change

Chapter 2

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'I can't believe she blew me off.'

Dave Batista rolled his eyes, 'are you still going on about Christy Hemme? Forget about her man, you can have any chick you want.'

'That's not the point. No one has ever blown me off before. God she must be such a prude.'

'Or maybe she's just not into guys who think the sun shines from their asses.' Dave muttered under his breath.

'What?' Randy asked.

'Nothing.' Dave replied smirking.

'You know what?' Randy said quickly standing up, 'I'm going to go talk to her, ask her why she blew me off, I'll get an answer out of her.' He began to walk away.

'Randy!' Dave called after him, he turned round, 'just be polite OK?'

Randy scoffed and walked away.

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Christy was in her locker room wearing just a towel, rummaging through her gym bag trying to find an outfit for that nights show. She paused and pulled something out, it was an emerald green halter neck dress, with sequined detail around the seams, it was one of her favourites, and she had yet to wear it on Raw. 'Tonight's an important night,' she said to herself, tonight was the night she was going to challenge Trish to a Woman's Title match at WrestleMania, to say she was nearvous was an under statement.

She jumped when she heard the door open and spun round wrapping the towel tighter around her body.

'Randy!' she screamed, 'what are you doing here?'

Randy paused for a moment admiring the view, he looked up at her and licked his lips.

Christy gulped, 'Get out of here!' she yelled, she tried to hide the nearvousness in her voice but knew it was impossible.

'Oh Christy.' Randy said closing the door and walking towards her, she started to back away, 'you don't mind bearing all in Playboy, but you won't even show me?'

'Get out.' She said again.

'Not until you tell me why you blew me off.'

Christy rolled her eyes, so that was what this was all about. He was such a cocky son-of-a-bitch. 'You're stupider than you look.' She said slowly regaining her ground, 'look at yourself and ask yourself why I would blow you off?'

Randy looked confused.

She rolled her eyes, 'Randy the guy of my dreams doesn't exactly act the way you do. You barge into my private dressing room, without knocking, when I'm in a towel, then ask me to strip, and insult me. You're just every girls dream! Now please leave!' She pointed to the door.

'OK Christy I'm sorry.' He said rolling his eyes, 'I didn't mean to offened you, I was out of order, blah, blah blah.'

'Apology accepted, now leave.'

'Fine then, as if I'd want to go out with someone like you anyway…..prude.' He whispered the last part under his breath, but Christy still heard him, she glared at his retreating form.

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'So how did it go?' Dave asked

'Not well.' Randy said sitting down.

Dave sighed, 'what happened?'

'I don't know what the fuck that chick wants.' Randy said exasperated

'Randy,' Dave said leaning forward, 'contrary to popular belief not all woman enjoy being leered at, insulted and asked to strip.'

'God you sound just like Christy.'

Dave couldn't help but laugh.

'What's so funny?' Randy asked.

'Look, I know you're used to woman falling at your feet, and they don't care what you do to them, you could call them every name under the sun and they wouldn't care. But Christy, she's not one of them, she's not falling at your feet, and you're not used to that. You can't treat her like those other girls, because she does care. The only way you're ever going to have a chance with Christy Hemme, is if you treat her with a bit of respect.

An eye for an eye, and all that.'

Randy mulled over Dave's words, I guess that makes sense, he figured he might as well try it Dave's way, what did he have to lose?