Alright, guys, I know that there has been a lot of feedback on my last chapter and it hasn't been because of the actual story. The whole thing about Batista's age is just what I read and I believe it is from a very reliable source. For example, this website informed everyone of the whole Legend vs. Legend Killer at Wrestlemania 21 three months before anything appeared on RAW. I mean it has just beena very reliable source for me and if you choose not to believe me then I have no problem but let's not let this get in the way of progress on this story. So, I'm done blabbin and here is chapter thirty-six.
Chapter Thirty-Six: Dave's P.O.V.
The look on Jessie's face was priceless after I had told her what I had planned.
"What makes you think I'm going to look good in all of this?" she finally asked after a lengthy silence.
"Because you're beautiful, Jess. Anything would look good on you. But right now, we need to go inside. We've only got the store to ourselves for two hours."
"How'd you get the store rented out?"
"The owner and I have been friends since high school and she owes me a favor."
"The store's not even open yet."
"That's okay. If I know Caitie as well as I think I do, she was probably her over and hour ago."
"Does she know we're coming?"
"No, but she'll let us in. Trust me," I said, knocking on the glass door.
"Sorry, we're not opened yet," I heard Caitie's voice from inside.
"I know, that's why I came," I hollered back.
All of a sudden, the door flung open. "Oh my God, Dave!" she screamed while hugging me. "I haven't seen you in so long! How have you been?"
"Just fine. You?"
"Married," she said, holding out her left hand to show me her wedding ring.
"Really? Congratulations. To Shane?" I asked, indicating my former best friend.
She nodded her head and then noticed Jessie. "Dave don't be rude, introduce me."
"Oh, yeah, sorry. Jessie, this is Caitie Bryant, oh, wait, I guess it's Summers now, isn't it? Caitie, this is Jessica Lawrence, she's a writer with the WWE."
"Nice to meet you," they both said to each other.
"So, Dave, what brings you here?" Caitie asked.
"We were actually coming here to find a whole new wardrobe for Jess. And I knew that I had to come to the best."
"You came to the right place then. Come on in," she smiled allowing Jess and me in. "Now, what exactly are you looking for? Casual dress, formal wear, what?" she asked Jessie.
"Uh…ask him," Jess said, pointing to me.
"Everything from swimming suits to shoes to elegant dresses to underwear."
"Okay, then we'll start with jeans," Caitie said, walking to a back room to pull out a cart of all the jeans she had,
"So you're buying me new underwear?" Jessie asked, eyebrows raised.
"Sure am. My choice," I smiled.
"Let's get started," Caitie interrupted before Jess could respond.
About a half an hour later, Jess walked out of the dressing room in about her twentieth outfit: a blue jean miniskirt and a baby tee that showed about two inches of her midrift. "I like it," I told her.
"Dave, you're not much help," Caitie told me. "You've liked everything she's had on."
"Well, she looks good in everything," I replied as Jessie blushed. "What does it matter to you, anyway? That's just more money that you make."
"Yeah, you're right. So it's a keeper?"
"Oh, yeah," I said as my cell phone rang. I looked down at the Caller ID and noticed that it was Paul.
"I better take this," I told them, walking away. "Hello?"
"Hey, big man. How you doin?"
"Just fine, H. What 'cha need?"
"I need a big favor, Dave. I found out today that I'm going to be facing Shawn Michaels at Bad Blood for the title next Sunday and I hear that there hasn't been a chosen winner yet. I need a little reassurance."
"Go on."
"I need you to ask the writer chick if she'll let me win."
"I don't know, Paul."
"Come on big man. Please do this for me."
I sighed as I looked over to see Jessie and Caitie talking. "Sure, I'll see what I can do."