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Chapter 2

Dave woke up the next morning, a nervous feeling in his stomach. Over to his right laid a sleeping Legend Killer, who wouldn't wake up for at least another hour, which gave Dave time to do some thinking at the early hour of 4 in the morning.

Opening the door quietly, he escaped the room, leaving the door just slightly open so he could allow himself back in without having to wake up Randy. He chuckled to himself as he remembered the memory of the one time he woke up Randy so he could be let in; the look on the third generation wrestler's face was priceless, and the fact that Stacey Keibler happend to be half dressed in the room made the moment even more memorable.

"Almost had her, Dave," Randy told him. "So fucking close to have her in my bed, and you had to ruin it. The next time you're going to stay out late with Hunter and Ric, a little notice would be nice. Just a small notice, even my twelve year old brother would know better."

Stopping in front of the vending machine, Dave felt around in his pajama pants, trying to find the pocket change he shoved in the side before leaving the room, forgetting about the hole that laid in his favourite pair of sleeping pants. Grunting, he kicked the machine, but then smiled as a bag of Hickory Sticks fell.

"Nice one." Turning around, he saw a tired, but hungry looking Dawn Marie standing in front of him. Clad in a light pink tank top with the word diva in jewles and matching sleeping pants, she shoved Dave out of her way, making a selection of a chcolate bar and a bag of Lays plain chips. "Midnight cravings are the greatest, aren't they?" she asked, trying to making small conversation.

"Yea, the greatest," he added, not sure why he was talking to her. "I didn't know SmackDown! was in the same town we were tonight."

"Oh, we aren't. I'm just visiting some of the girls, Lita, Stacey, ya know, the crew," Dawn told him as they began to walk down the hall way. "Got caught up on some gossip though. Raw is so much more interesting than SmackDown!. Like, honestly, the last rumor that we had was Jackie and Charlie, and look how that turned out. But with you guys, it's like, Trish is going out with Jericho, but at the same time Christy saw her walk out of Edge's hotel room one night wearing of his shirts, but then made her way to..."

"You talk a lot," Dave cut her off, not wanting to hear the rest of the story.

"Oh, trust me, I know. So, anyways, this other rumor that Stacey was telling me about, is about you." Dave raised his eyebrows, urging the brunett to continue. "I know, pretty fetch, right? Anyways, turns out, that, from what I've heard, you like Lilian. Now, I'm not one to continue rumors, are though they are pretty damn juicy, but, care to confirm?" Dawn stopped in front of the elevator with Dave, waiting for him to answer. "We can talk about this down in the lobby if you want. You can trust me, Big Guy. I know I talk a lot..."

"Sounds peachy," he cut her off again, walking into the elevator with her.

The ride down was silent, just the sounds of crunching was audioable, espically since it echoed throughout the small shaft. Once the elevator stopped in the lobby, Dave and Dawn walked out, seeing Stacey, Lita, Christy and Victoria in the lobby. Lita waved them over, and made sure there was enough room on the couch for Dave, he was after all, a monster in the muscle section.

"What a coincidence to see you guys down here," Christy commented as she put her magazine down. Dave gave a glare to Dawn, realizing that he has been set up. He took a seat on the remaining chair that sat at the head of the coffee table, and proped his feet up, waiting for the girls to begin.

"We know you like Lil," Victoria stated. "We just want to try to help you get her, that's all. We've came to an agreement that this would stay a secret between, us and Randy, so whatever is said here, stays here."

"Now, we've been talking to Lilian, and here's a list of things that she likes, just the basics; music, movies, colours, excetra. But then there's some bonuses too, favourite flavours, designers..." Dave glanced around the room as Lita continued to talk, bored of what was happening. It was impossible to have a crush on anyone now, espically in the locker room.

Looking over at Stacey, he saw how tired she was, and how bored she was, maybe as bored as him. The notepad with all of the information fell in his lap, Christy and Dawn standing beside his chair.

"Go get her, Big Guy," Christy told him, giving him a small smile. "You deserve her."

Dave smiled to himself once the diva's left. They left behind all sorts of goodies for him, notes, materials, magazines, and lucky for him, Dawn forgot her snacks. Picking everything up, he headed to the elevator, reciving an odd glance from the front reciptionist.

"Promise me you won't tell anyone what you just saw?" Dave asked her. She nodded her head in agreement, giving him a small smile as she did so.

Entering the hotel room with a bang, Dave ripped the sheets off of Randy and opened the curtins, allowing the bright sunshine to come in. "Wake up, Randy boy! It's currently 7:08AM on this beautiful morning and we have an airplane to catch in seven hours and we want to beat all the traffic and the fan rush, don't we?" Randy rolled over, pulling the sheets back up on his body and nuzzled his head back in the pillows.

"Too early," the younger man grumbled.

"Too early? Not at all! Come on, Legend Killer, wake up. Tons of hot water in the shower for ya!" Throwing the blankets off of him, Randy sat up, gazing sleeply over at the larger man.

"What the fuck, is your problem?" he asked yawning.

"Problem? You set me up! I just had to endure a three hour gab fest with five of the women we work with, one of them being your girlfriend. What the hell was all that about?"

"Davey boy, listen. Everyone is sick and tired of you googling over Lilian, we just want you to finally ask her out, so, being the nice friend that I am, I thought, what a better way to help, then to get my girl to get information for you. I talked to Stacey, who talked to the girls, and yadde yadde yadda, now you know stuff about Lil, and I can go back to sleep." Laying back down in his bed, Randy looked over at Dave, seeing a look of surprise on his face.

Dave laid down in his bed, pulling the blankets up to his waist, the bag of Hickory Sticks beside him. The TV was on one of those early talk shows with the overly annoying people that smile too much, causing both Dave and Randy to twitch.

"She's watching this right now," Dave told Randy, refering to Lilian.

"No surprises there. Is she a morning person?" Reaching over to the bag that the girls left him, he pulled out the list, and gazed down to the M section; Christy was obsessive compulsive and insisted everything was down in alphabetical order.

"Yea," Dave said to Randy, a small grin on his face. "She's a morning person alright. Says here she likes to wake up at 5:30AM, even on her days off." The two men chuckled at the thought of someone waking up so early volunteerly, the thought seemed insane to the two of them. "Hey, Randy?" The younger man looked over at Dave, raising an eyebrow as he did so. "Thanks."

"No problem, Big Guy. No problem." The pair exchanged a smile and a handshake before rolling over to falling back asleep. They still had another five hours before they had to wake up (offically) and get ready. That night at the arena though, Dave had a plan: to finally say hi, to Lilian Garcia.

Legend Speaking: Ha, I thought of one myself. But if yours is better, than suggest it LOL. Now, for this chapter, I might've? made a few things up, like Randy having a younger brother, and Christy being obsessive compulsive, but it seemed right for the story. Plus, with Christy having OCD, doesn't it make sense on why she could be so hyper? I dunno. Read and review though, I expect twice as many reviews for this chapter than the first one, LOL.

No seriously, I do :-P.