Chapter Fifty: Dave's P.O.V.

That night after the Rumble, Evolution plus Jessie all went out to dinner to discuss new storylines.

"So, Miss Writer," Paul began to Jessie. "What's the plan for me now that my feud with Michaels is FINALLY over?"

"At Wrestlemania XX, you'll go up against Chris Benoit and…"

"Wait a minute, Beautiful," Ric interrupted. "Benoit's on Smackdown."

"Oh, I know. That's why he's getting traded to RAW tomorrow night."

"Are you kidding? Benoit's coming to RAW?" Paul questioned.

"That's what she said, guys. It's not that big of a deal," I interjected.

"You knew about it, didn't you?" Randy asked, joining the conversation.

"Yeah, Jess told me yesterday."

"Alright, guys," Jess said, stopping our conversation. "I wasn't done. So, Trips at Wrestlemania it'll be you, Benoit and Shawn Michaels in a triple threat match for the World Title."

"What? Shawn is in this, too? What the hell does he have to do with this? He better not win," Paul ranted.

"He won't, Paul, so you don't have to worry about that."

"Good. So, I get to keep my title even longer."

"She never said you were winning," I told him.

Paul looked from me to Jess I could tell he was getting pissed.

"Are…are you saying…that Chris Benoit is going…to be World Heavyweight Champion as of Wrestlemania XX?" he asked slowly.

Jess looked at him with no sign of fear in her eyes. "That's exactly what I'm saying."

He slowly stood up from his seat and leaned across the table to Jess. I saw her tense up slightly, but only enough that I would notice, and I couldn't help but do the same.

"Sooner than later, you'll realize that this is one of the biggest mistakes of your life."

"No," she replied, calmly. "You getting in my face is one of the biggest mistakes of your life. Because at a snap of my fingers, I can make it so you never even get a glimpse of that title ever again."

Randy and I exchanged looks of shock. Neither one of us had ever expected Jess to speak up to Paul that way.

"You fucking bitch. Do you realize who the hell I am?"

"Yeah, you're an asshole that has the nose the size of Canada. What's your point?" she replied, looking through her menu.

Paul raised his hand to smack Jessie but Randy and I both stood up to stop him.

"I don't think you want to do that," Jessie said, still not taking her eyes off of the menu.

He slowly put his hand down and walked away, Ric following closely behind.

Randy and I sat back down in our seats.

"Wow, Jess," Randy spoke after a few minutes of silence. "I never, in a million years, would've expected you to say something like that."

"Well, Randy, ever since Smackdown's writer and I decided what was going to happen. I've been practicing what I was going to say to that bastard. I knew he'd try and hit me but I also knew that you all wouldn't let that happen."

"Damn straight," I said, putting my arm around her waist. "So what's for dinner?"