(( Sorry for the minor delay on this chapter. Microsoft Word needs to be converted from the trial edition to the blah blah blah and I had to rewrite it on Word Pad. Anyway, in this chapter there is some brief and mild lemon. If it attracts more readers, then the rating might go up and ya might see more of it, but otherwise I'll keep the rating at T & stay away from the smut. I dunno why I put some in, but hey, if ya wanna be a good writer, you have to try new things. At least, that's what I've heard. Thanks for reading, and please review afterwards!--MC Penguin))
It didn't take but a week for Torrie's grandmother to find flights leading to where RAW was going to air the following week, and when she did, Torrie found herself aboard a large plane alongside her grandmother.
"I still don't think we should be doing this," Torrie said to her grandmother as the flight attendant served them water and handed them a packet of honey roasted peanuts. "Even if we go to RAW, Eric's not just going to let you have a job up front.
"Oh yes he will," shot back her grandmother, opening her romance novel, "If your recall, your old grandmamma here has some very good negotiating skills..." The following hours conceded of a boring movie air sickness, exactly thirteen trips to the bathroom, flat conversations with other passengers, and a bumpy landing.
Whenever they had exited the plane, Torrie's grandmother took control of the situation, making sure they got a cab and a nice hotel. Torrie's grandmother had ordered Torrie to contact Batista and tell him that they had arrived.
"What do you mean you're in town?" was Dave's reaction when Torrie called.
"Look, can you just come and pick us up? We're at the Holiday Inn on 42nd Street." Torrie replied.
"But you have three more weeks left of your vacation, Tore," Dave said. "Why did you and your grandma fly in? Why do you even have your grandma?"
"Babe, I'll explain everything later. Just come and get us."
When Torrie informed her grandmother of Dave coming to pick them up in a little while, she dressed herself in her purple dress, white gloves, black heeled shoes, and a yellow and white knitted jacket. Torrie helped her grandma tie her snow white hair in a tight bun, and then placed her grandma's favorite red hat upon her head.
Torrie pulled on on a pink t-shirt, blue jeans, and flip flops after curling her hair.
"Why, don't you look beautiful?" Torrie's grandmother said, looking her granddaughter up and down. "How lucky Dave is to have a beauty such as you!"
Torrie smiled, showing her gratitude, then said to her granmda, "Grandma, if you would, please don't tell mama about me and Dave's relationship."
"Oh don't worry, Torrie. Your secret is sage with me."
There was a honking outside, and Torrie and her grandma immediately knew it was Dave. Exiting their hotel room, they walked outside and into the long limousine that awaited them outside.
The driver exited his place up front to open the doors of the limo for Torrie and her grandmother. When the doors were opened, Torrie's face was lit up with joy. Dave sat in the back, dressed handsomely in his best office suit. Torrie hurried in and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. Oh, how she missed the rough feel of his face!
"Dave, I'm so happy to see you!" Torrie said energetically, cuddling him.
"I'm so happy to see you, Tore," Batista replied. "Now, where's your--"
"This is Dave Batista?" Torrie's grandmother asked rudely as she entered the limo. "I though Dave Batista was the attractive--"
"Grandma, this is Dae." Torrie shut her up before she could say anything else that would offend Dave. She could already tell by the look upon Dave's face that he was affronted. He directed the driver to take them back to the stadium where RAW would air in a few hours.
"So, Dave, do you have a match tonight?"
Before Batista could answer, though, her grandma added, "I know I do. Tonight, I'm gonna kick Trish's ass all over that ring!"
"You are, huh?" Dave asked, looking at the old woman with a smile, thinking she was merely joking. "You look like you could."
"Of course I can," snapped back Torrie's grandmother looking around the limousine's inside. "It's very nice in here," she commented. "How'd you afford it?"
"Grandma, Dave's not poor! He's the world champ!" Torrie snapped at her grandmother, who shot her a look of dissapointment. The ride was then silent until they heard the engine stop. The doors were opened by the driver, and out stepped the limousine's three passengers.
"Alright, Tore, I need to get back to my room. Bischoff's office is that way." Dave pointed in the direction Eric's office was. "I'll see you later, okay?" Before Torrie could even say goodbye, her grandmother took hold of her arm and dragged her off in the direction Dave pointed.
"We need to talk to Bischoff right now!" Torrie's grandmotehr said, dragging her granddaughter behind her as she stormed off towards Eric's office.
"Grandma, I hope you know that you aced very rude towards Dave!" Torrie said angrily, pulling away from her grandmother's grip. "The next time you see him, you're going to apologze!"
"Yes, yes, Torrie I will. Now, where is Eric's office?" Torrie's grandmother answered. "Ah, here it is."
Torrie's grandmother had stopped in front of a wooden door marked "GENERAL MANAGER". She knocked lightly the first few times, but when no one answered, she began pounding harder and harder. Finally, Bischoff answered the door.
"Yes?" He said, looking the old woman up and down. "What can I do for you, ma'am?" Torrie's grandmother pushed her way inside his office. Torrie followed. "Well, if it isn't Miss Torrie Wilson!" Eric said grandly.
"Hello, Eric." Torrie said grimly.
"And who is this lovely lady that has come with you?" Eric asked, referring jokingly to Torrie's grandmother.
"I'm Torrie's grandmother. Now, I have come here for one reason: I want a job. After seeing that footage last week of that Trish hitting my Torrie with that chair, I demand that I have a match against her tonight."
Eric looked at the old woman who stood in front of him, then at Torrie, whose eyes were beginning to roll, showing her annoyance at her grandmother's persistence. He smiled plotting deviously inside his sick and twisted head.
"It can be arranged."
"WHAT?" Torrie boomed, looking at Eric, dumbfounded.
"Torrie, he said it could be arrange. Now, if you are going to be acting to foolishly, I please ask that you leave the room." Her grandmother lectured.
"No, I'm staying right here."
"That's fine. Now, ma'am, all I need you to do is sign this--" Eric revealed a simple piece of paper from his desk drawer. Torrie's grandmother pilled up a chair and took the pen that Eric handed to her.
"Okay, where do I start?" asked Torrie's grandmother.
"Eric, what are you doing? She can't be hired. She's an elderly woman!" Torrie said with a roar. "She has no experience in wrestling!"
"Of course I do," Torrie's grandmother protested. "Now, Torrie, will you please calm down? All I need to do is sign this here contract, and then Trish will be all mine."
"Eric, you aren't serious--"
"Torrie your grandmother will be fine. If she wants a job here on RAW, then she can. I have no proble, with it." Eric replied giving her his familiar fiendish smile.
"What do I put here?" Torrie's grandmother asked Eric. "It says 'RINGNAME'. I already put my real name, so what do I put here?"
"Put whatever you want. It's what you'll be known as. You can put something like 'The Queen' or 'The Grappling Granny'. Anything you can think of." Eric explained.
"Oh..." Torrie's grandmother began to tap the pen on Eric's desk. "I don't want something too obestentatious, but I do want something that will tickle the crowd's fancy." She thought for a moment, smiled, and then jotted down her new name. She finished up the contract, and then handed it to Eric.
"Done already? Wow, you're pretty fast." Eric looked over the pieces of paper. "Would you like a manager? They'll accompany you to the ring and monitor your match. It'll just be for the first few weeks."
"Sure," Torrie's grandmother said. "I choose Torrie."
"I should've guessed," Eric chuckled, writing something down on the contract. "Well, now you're all set. You can walk around for a little while, but be sure to stop by my office once the show starts to see when your match is."
"Are you serious?" Torrie asked, bursting into their plans once more. "Eric, you are seriously hiring her?"
"Of course I'm hiring her. I don't see why not. I suggest you rest for awhile." Torrie rolled her eyes at Eric's suggestion.
Torrie's grandmother turned to her. "Now, Torrie, I'm gonna go explore a little. You oughtta go see Dave for awhile." She got up from her chair, shook Eric's hand, and then began walking towards the door.
"Remember to come back!" Eric called after her.
"I will," she replied, "don't worry."
"Alright then. See you later, Granny Sue." The door opened and the little old woman left. Torre gave Eric a very angry look.
"How can you hire her? She an old woman!" Torrie cried.
"Hey, it's my show. Whatever I say goes. And if your grandma--I mean, Granny Sue--wants to wrestle Trish tonight, the she can. And who knows? Maybe she can even wrestle Kane next week..." His evil smile returned to his face and his hands were rubbing together.
"You wouldn't..."
"I would..."
"Bastard."
That was the last thing Torrie said to him, for after she said that, she stormed out of the room in frustration.
Torrie was so frustrated that she stormed about backstage, looking high and low for Dave's dressing room. At last she found it, and when she did, she halfway broke her hand pounding upon his door.
"Coming!" called Dave from inside, and ina few seconds the door was open. In burst Torrie, with her face red and flushed with frustration.
"He hired her! Bischoff actually hired her!" Torrie boomed, running her hands through her blond curls roughly. "How could he do that? She's not even fit for wrestling! She's never wrestled before! She's--"
"Torrie!" Batista cried, gently forcing Torrie to sit on the sofa. "Torrie, who is 'she'?"
"My grandmother. Eric Bischoff hired my grandmother to be a superstar on RAW. And tonight she's got a match with Trish with me as her manager. And he said she might wrestle Kane next week! How could he do such a thing?"
"Why did your grandma want to wrestle? I mean, I heard her say something about her kicking Trish's ass tonight, but I thought she was just kidding..." Torrie looked up at Batista, revealing her frustrated face from behind her palms. He was shirtless and barefoot, with only a pair of khaki colored office pants clothing him. And, by the looks of his office suit and tie on the floor, it look apparent that he was in the process of getting undressed.
"We were watching TV the other night, and she saw the footage of Trish hitting me with a chair. I told her that that was the reason I was on vacation, and that I didn't want to feed the rivalry between Trish and me. But, of course, my grandma just had to go and declare that she would take revenge upon her." Torrie said a mouthful, but slow enough so that Dave could understand. After explaining the situation, Torrie buried her face in her hands once more.
Dave smiled, as if amused by his lover's anger.
"Want me yo cheer you up?" Dave asked sensuously, taking her chin in his hand and moving her head so that she could view his grin that was spread acrosss his face.
"What do you mean?" asked Torrie, who was thinking something like dinner and a movie afterwards.
"Let's go take a shower." He rplied in the same tone. "I was about to, anyway." Torrie looked at Dave, viewing his huge biceps and toned body. She could tell that he was serious. "C'mon, babe, we haven't done it since--since the day we moved into our house."
Torrie couldn't help but smile, remembering the celebration she and Dave had had the day they had moved in. "The red sheets," she giggled. Then, as if she had seen a ghost, Torrie's slight happiness faded. "Dave, I'm just not in the mood. I mean, with all this going down with my grandmother and--"
Before she could finish Torrie felt Dave's large hands upon her shoulders, massaging them lightly, arousing her lust. He pressed his lips onto her neck, and continued downward, showering her with his hot butterfly kisses. He moved down her neck and onto her arm until his lips found her hand, where he knelt, kissed it, and then helped her up to stnad.
"C'mon, Tore, I'll make it worthwhile..." Dave said persuasively, luring her into the bathroom. Torrie couldn''t help but giggle once more, and then followed her lover into the restroom.
Dave halfway tackled her as he pushed her against the wall and pressed their lips together. As their tongue wrestled, their hands were elsewhere, trying to undress one another. Dave was quick at unbuttoning Torrie's jeans, but even quicker at tugging them down. Once they passed her thighs, he let them go, sending them down onto the tiled floor. Torrie stepped out of them, leaving her only in her panties and shirt.
Torrie's hands were undoing Batista's pantst as well, but as she pulled down the office pants, the boxers came down with them. A nude Batista stood before her as he stepped out of his pants and underwear, but it didn't take him lond to get Torrie unclothed as well. Before she knew it, she stood bare before Dave, and with smiles across their faes, they stepped into the standing shower.
Torrie shivered as she was suddenly hit with thousands and thousands of ice-cold water droplets from the shower head, but the warmth that entered between her legs was enough to heat up her intimate hunger.
Batista's large, muscled structure trapped her against the wall of the shower, and she found her hands slowly wrapping around his thick neck to bring him into a kiss. Their tongues entangled once more as they passionately exchanged saliva, and the tiniest of whimpers escaped Torrie's mouth as she felt Dave slowly thrust inside her.
Dave's hand moved from combing through Torrie's damp hair down to her waist, where he held her perfect so that his entrance into her body was more precise. Torrie's lips escaped Batista's an her hangnds clawed his muscled back as she tossed her head back and squealed.
Dave's eyes were closed, his hands still set firmly on the blonde's waist. He felt himself beginning to fill, readying for explosion, but before hecould do anymore there was a hard pounding at his dressing room door.
"Dave? Is my Torrie in there?" Granny Sue's voice could be heard even through the water, the moans, and the sound of flesh against flesh. "DAVE! Answer this door this minute, young man!"
Torrie's eyes widened. "Oh no, it's my grandma. She'll flip out if she sees us!" Torrie quickly exited the standing shower and dried her body as quickl as she could.
"What am I supposed to do, Tore?" asked Dave, standing clueless and naked in the shower. "Finish your shower. I'll get dressed and pretend that I've been asleep this whole time." Torrie said, pulling back on her underwear and bra.
"But things were just getting started..." Batista groaned, giving Torrie a sad face.
"I know, but I can't let my grandma find out what we were doing..." Torrie said apologetically. "When we do this again, I'll make sure it's worth it."
Dave gave her a faint smile, and then slid the shower door shut and continued on with his wash.
"DAVE BATISTA! I'm gonna bust open this door if you don't answer it THIS INSTANT!" Granny Sue was still outside of Dave's dressing room pounding away.
"I'm coming, grandma!" Torrie called, jogging towards the door. She was now fully dressed in her pink shirt and jeans, dressed decently enough to answer the door. Before she did, though, she made sure to hide away Dave's office and suit and tie that was on the floor, hiding the evidence so her grandmother wouldn't suspect anything. When she opened it, there stood her short grandmother with an angry, wrinkled look upon her face.
"There you are! Where have you been? I just went to Bischoff's office, and he said my match starts in about twenty-five minutes. Tweny-five 'til my match, and I can't even find my manager!" Granny Sue said, annoyed. "Why'd it take you so long to answer to answer the door?" Granny Sue's face expression stayed the same, which made her tone of voice seem even sterner.
"I was asleep, grandma." Torrie said. "Dave's in the shower, so neither one of us heard your knocks."
"Hmf, I don't believe that. I pounded the living hell outta this here piece of wood, loud enough to awaken the dead!" replied Granny Sue.
"Grandma, I'm a heavy sleeper, remember?" Torrie tried to keep a straight face. Granny Sue tried to see through her, trying to catch the lie, but she couldn't find anything to prove that her granddaughter was lying. Then she spied her hair.
"Why's your hair so wet?" Granny Sue asked sharply, taking a handful of Torrie's hair and inspecting it. "Well, fess up! Why's your hair so wet?"
"I spilt water on it..."
"That much?"
"...Yes...It was a bucket of ice, you see, but it melted, and I knocked it over, and now it's all over my head." Torrie replied, super-fast.
Granny Sue looked her up and down. "Why are your feet wet?" Torrie eyed her bare feet. They were, indeed, covered with little water droplets. "Hmm?"
"When Dave woke me up to tell me that you were knocking, he shook me by the feet with his hands, which were wet."
"How come he didn't just come and answer the door himself?"
"Beacause he had barely gotten in the shower, and he probably didn't want to answer the door in just a towel to an old woman."
Granny Sue found Torrie's explanation hardly believable, but she had a match soon, and needed to hurry and prepare. "I don't believe you, but my match starts soon. C'mon, we're going back to the women's locker room to get changed."
Torrie nodded, ran over to the bathroom door, and knocked lightly. "Dave?" Torrie called.
"Yes?" answered Batista, who who was rinsing the soap from his hair.
"I'm leaving with my grandma to go get changed for her match. I'll see you later, okay?"
"Okay. Wish your grandma good luck for me. Tell her to kick Trish's ass!"
"I will." Torrie chuckled lightly. "Love you! Bye!" After saying goodbye, Torrie slipped on her flip flops and went with her grandma back to the locker room. As they walked, Torrie kept quiet to avoid any further conversations about Dave with her grandma.
Granny Sue, of course, was the first to break the silence between them.
"I think love is a pretty strong word. How long have yout two been dating?" Torrie rolled her eyes, annoyed.
"A few months," Torrie answered.
"Just as I thought. Yes, love is a strong word for you two to be saying to one another."
Torrie ignored her grandmother's negativity and continued onward with her to the women's locker room. Once inside, Torrie changed from her jeans and t-shirt into her proper wrestling attire, blow-drying her hair so that her curls looked beateous and bouncy.
"Well, Granny Sue, aren't you going to change?" asked Torrie, looking at her grandma, who still stood in her hat, gloves, and purple dress.
"Why?" Granny Sue asked, causing Torrie to have a dumfounded look upon her face. "I don't see what's wrong in wrestling in this. It's comfortable, not at all revealing, and--"
There was a tap at the door, and in poked the head of a backstage worker. "Um, Granny Sue? They're waiting for your entrance." Granny Sue smiled at Torrie, who gav her a nervous smile back, and together they exited the locker room. As they walked onwards toward Gorilla, Granny Sue spied Ric Flair, and waved flirtingly at him.
"Grandma, what are you doing? Have you any idea that he and Triple H stabbed Dave in the back?" Torrie asked angrily at her grandmother.
"I'm sorry, Torrie, but he's so cute!" Granny Sue answered, continuing to wave and blow kisses.
Torrie looked at her like she was insane, gagged, and tried to keep a straight facce.
Once they were backstage behind the ramp, one of the sound personnel asked Granny Sue to choose an original track that they had for her entrance music. Granny Sue listened to most of them, found one that suited her, and then turned to face her granddaughter.
"I'm a wee bit nervous," she said, fixing her hat. "Do I look presentable?"
"Yes, you look fine. But, grandma, you don't have to go through with this..."
"Torrie, I'm going to do this. I have to."
"No you don't!"
"Um, Miss Granny Sue?" one of the backstage workers was looking at them sternly. "You need to get out there A-S-A-P." Granny Sue nodded, smiled at Torrie, and then headed onward onto the ramp.
Granny Sue'sng, and music began playing, and Lillian Garcia spoke into the microphone as Granny Sue and Torrie emereged from backstage. "Making her way to the ring, being accompanied by her granddaughter, Torrie Wilson, Granny Sue!" Eric had just given the name of the newcomer to Lillian to say, making Granny Sue's weight and home town unknown to the audience.
"What's this!" JR cried from the announcer's table alongside Jerry "The King" Lawler. "Why, this is an old woman! I thought this newcomer would be a little more younger."
"Torrie's grandmother? How could Bischoff hire her?" questioned King, just as surprised as his partner. "Though Torrie looks beautiful tonight in that oh-so-tight costume, the old wrinkly 'thing' beside ruins it all!"
"Well, King, this should be an interesting match-up..." JR said.
As Granny Sue began walking down the ramp, Torrie alongside her, she looked about the crowd, seeing the confusion upon their faces. Torrie became discouraged as she saw the blank faces of the crowd, but grew even more daunted whenever she saw Trish's laughing face in the ring.
As Granny Sue excelled passed the steps and stepped into the ring, she stripped herself of her jacket, red hat, and gloves and handed them to Torrie. Torrie smiled at her, and then walked around to one of the ring's sides.
Trish was still in a fit of laughter. She said into the microphone, "Wow, Torrie, you've gone to an all-time low. Not only are you back on RAW, but you've brought your grandma to fight me. You sure are a coward!"
Trish eyed Granny Sue, who was looking at her with a very angry look.
"Oh, what's the matter, granny? Need your medication?" she chuckled. Granny Sue snatched the microphone out of Trish's hand.
"Are you gonna shut that big mouth of yours, or am I gonna have to shut it up for you!" Granny Sue said angrily, causing the crowd to cheer. A surprised look came across Trish's face.
She took the microphone out of Granny sue's hand and said into: "Well, look who's at the prime of her youth! Go ahead, Miss 1927, and start off this match. Give me a hit. Right here." Trish pointed to her left cheek. She dropped the microphone and stood still in the ring, awaiting Granny Sue's hit.
"Trish is giving Granny Sue the chance to hit her! I can't tell whether she's mocking her or being polite, JR!" King said, observing the match.
"Of course she's mocking her, King! Come on now, she called her Miss 1927! What disrespect!" JR replied.
Granny Sue was smiled at Trish's offer. With a smirk across her face, she cocked back her fist and gave a Trish a serious whack across the face! Trish flew to the ground, and a roar of cheers filled the place.
"Oh my Lord, King! Did you just see that intensive punch!" JR asked excitedly.
"I sure did, JR! It looks like Granny Sue has got some moves after all!" King answered.
Dumbfounded, Trish brought herself to her feet and looked at Granny Sue.
"How'd I do?" Granny Sue asked, walking over to Trish.
"J-just fine..." Trish said, gritting her eeth. Without anymore conversation, the match commenced. Trish attempted to hit Granny Sue with an elbow smash, but the old woman ducked and was able to get Trish in a rolling school boy pin. She kept her down for a two count, but her lead in the match didn't last.
"Oh, and it's a two count! It was so close, JR!" King said from the announcer's table.
When she had successfully kicked out of Granny Sue's pin Trish got her in a grapple amd was able to DDT Granny Sue onto the mat.
"Oh! What a strong DDT, executed by Trish!" JR commented.
Granny Sue quickly got to her feet, and was able to get in another grappled with Trish. Trish kneed Torrie's grandma in her gut, and when she felt to her knees, Trish went behind her in a camel clutch submission hold.
"Thos things hurt!" King said.
Granny Sue began to cough as Trish's grip around her neck grew stronger, but with the inspiration of the crowd chanting her name and Torrie's encouraging calls at ringside, she was able to break free. The two women locked in another grapple, but it was Granny Sue who took control this time. She was able to get Trish in an arm wrench. Then she twisted and contorted until she was able to flind Trish onto the ring with a hip toss.
"And what a beautiful hip toss performed by Granny Sue!" JR commented.
Once she had Trish on the ground, Granny Sue went over and got on top of her. She took a fistful of the blonde's hair with both of her hand and began to bang the living hell out of her head on the mat.
"Whoa! Look at her go!" King said energetically at the announcer's table. "Don't hurt Trish's beautiful face too much, now!"
Trish was strong enough, though, to roll over on top of Granny Sue and begin doing the same thing to her. This didn't last long, for Granny Sue was able to throw Trish off of her and get to her feet.
Granny Sue attempted to get Trish in the corner, but Trish countered and got Granny Sue in the corner instead. Trish gave the old woman a few back chops, on which JR commented: "Trish is showing no mercy on this poor old woman!" Granny Sue was able to push Trish down after about five chops and stung her chest. Then she made a huge mistake by climbing the apron.
She sat on it, readying, for a diving attack, but Trish was quick to her feet and attempted at the Stratosphere.
"This is it, JR! Here comes the Stratosphere!" King said excitedly.
Trish was able to wrap her legs around her opponent's head, but Granny Sue was strong enough to throw her off. When Trish stood up, dizzy, Granny Sue soared off the apron and onto Trish, who was now on the floor thanks to Granny Sue's cross body attack.
"Wow That was a massive diving move!" Cried JR. "What's next?"
But his question would soon be answered, for when Granny Sue got to her feet, she dragged Trish to the middle of the ring and stood her up. The old woman gave the blonde a fierce toe kick to the gut, causing her to bend over. Granny Sue forced Trish's head between her legs, then was able to pick her up, readying for a powerbomb.
"Is this Granny Sue's finisher?" King asked, watching the old woman pick Trish up.
"I think so, King!" JR replied.
That question was answered, too, for in seconds, Granny Sue had flung Trish onto the middle of the mat in a powerbomb. Granny Sue quickly got Trish in a pin and the ref counted "One! Two! THREE!", verifying Granny Sue's first ever victory on RAW.
"What a match, King!" JR said, joing the crowd in cheering for the newcomer.
"I have to admit, JR, that woman has got some serious skills!" King said, joining in as well.
"Here is your winner, Granny Sue!" Lillian Garcia announced, and Granny Sue's theme music began to play. Granny Sue stood up and threw her hands in the air in sweet victory. Torrie joined her in the ring, and they both celebrated together.
"Grandma, you did it!" Torrie cried in joy. "You beat Trish Stratus!" The two smiled at one another, then hugged warmly in the ring.
Trish had met her waterloo, and when she later viewed the footage of the match, she was simply humiliated that she had found it in an old woman.
LATER ON THAT EVENING...
"--And then she picked her up, and--wham!--powerbombed her!" Torrie was excitedly telling the story to Dave as she, Dave, her grandmother climbed into the limousine after eating a celebration dinner. "Then grandma pinned her, and that was it. She beat her! She actually beat her!"
"Wow, sound's great." Dave said, entertained by the story as well as at how proud Torrie as of her grandmother.
"Grandma, you did so great today!" Torrie said. But when she looked at her, she was sound asleep. Torrie and Dave chuckled. When they got back to the Holiday Inn, Torrie had Dave carry Granny Sue back to their room, where they left her asleep in the dark. Then they walked back outside.
"Today's been one hell of a day for you, huh?" Dave asked Torrie, bringing her close. "But it turned out alright, didn't it?"
"And it's about to get better..." Torrie giggled, taking Dave's hand and leading him to a different room's door. "I bought two rooms, just in case..."
"Just in case what?" Batista asked, smirking.
"Just in case I decided to make it worthwhile..." Torrie turned the knob of the door and stepped into its darkness. Then, with a smile on her face, she grabbed Dave's hand and pulled him inside...