Chapter Forty-Eight: Dave's P.O.V.
It was the night of the Royal Rumble and I was getting ready for my match with Kane, when Randy burst into the locker room.
"Management finally approved the storyline between Stacy and me," he practically yelled.
"That's great, Randy," I responded less than enthusiastically.
"All because of you girlfriend. Man, I could just go up to her and ki…" he began before receiving a glare from me. "…and give her a nice friendly hug."
"That's what I thought. So, you ready for the Rumble?"
"As ready as I'll ever be. Have you heard who's going to win it?"
"Randy, come on, my girlfriends the writer."
"Oh, yeah. Well, I can't believe they decided on Chris Benoit. He's not even on RAW, so what's the point of him winning?"
"There is a title on Smackdown."
"Yeah, but everyone knows the bigger and better title is on RAW."
I just smiled ad Randy. Does he not think that people can switch shows?
"Whatever, Orton. I'm going to go find Jessie," I said and walked out of the locker room.
"I found her down at gorilla position, watching the TV monitor. I snuck up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist.
"Everything going okay?" I asked her. This was her first inter-promotional pay-per-view that she had done by herself for RAW.
"So far it is," she replied, rubbing my hands. "Your match is next. Are you ready?"
"Of course. I'm always ready to win. Just out of curiosity, what am I going to be doing after this thing with Kane?"
"I'm putting you in Randy's storyline with Mick Foley and The Rock. It'll be a handicap match at Wrestlemania. Evolution, minus Trips, against The Rock 'N' Sock Connection."
"Seriously? The Rock's coming back?" I asked, surprised.
"Yeah, I called him about a week ago and asked him if he'd be interested in a short storyline. And obviously he said yes."
"Wow. I can't wait for that. My first Wrestlemania appearance," I told her as John Cena's music rang through the arena.
"You're up next big gut," she told me before kissing my cheek as Kane walked up behind us.
"Hey, Jess," he said to her. "Who's going out first?"
"You are. That way the technicians can unhook your pyro on the ring posts while Dave is walking out."
"Did you all see my awesome match?" John yelled coming through the curtain.
Jess laughed at his enthusiasm. "Yeah, John, it was great."
"Thanks, J."
"J?" I questioned looking between the two.
"Everybody else calls her Jess or Jessie. I wanted a different nickname for her," John explained as Jess went over last minute details with Kane.
Over the last couple of weeks she had become overly popular with every Superstar in the RAW locker room. Well, except Edge. They hadn't talked since the day we came back from my suspension. As a matter of fact I never found out what they did say to each other.
"Dave, get ready, you're on in two," Jessie smiled.
Kane left to make his entrance and soon it was time to make mine.
"Be careful," she said and kissed me.
"I will."
"And don't worry," John smirked. "I'll take care of your girl while you're gone."
I nodded and walked out on the stage as my music played. That wasn't the most comforting thought.