Chapter 2: Two Days Later

Nikki headed back to her home in New York for her relaxation day before she heads back to the tour on Saturday. John decided to go with her, after all, he did live with her and Trish.

"Man, my room is WACK." John flopped down on his bed.

"You can't keep your room clean that's why." Nikki yelled across the hall from her room.

"And what does that mean?" John said as he got up from his bed to scold Nikki.

"It means guys can't keep ANYTHING clean. Trust me, I know. By boyfriend is like that. Why do you think I never moved in with him?" Trish popped her head in John's messy room.

"TRISH! I thought you weren't coming tonight. Damn, I thought you were spending the ight over at your boyfriend's house." Nikki squeeled and hugged Trish.

"Whatever. My room is an organized mess OK?" John mumbled to himself as he walked out to the kitchenand smacked Trish on the butt.

"What the...!" Trish delayed herself.

Trish and Nikki walked to the living room and sat down on the couch.

"Soo... What happened to your match last night? I was on the flight home and couldn't get to watch it. You won? No duh, of course you did! Silly me!" Trish sarcastically said then hit herself on the head.

"Yeah, I won. It was OK, almost hurt my arm." Nikki pointed to the red scar on her left arm. "Well, actually now it's scarred."

"Girlfriend, why don't you go after the title? I mean, you wrestle these guys so why not just go for the world title?" Trish asked.

"Nah, wrestling with guys is one thing. Going after a title is another. Plus, I don't want to be all buff and stuff. I like my figure. I think I'll just keep my abs, and keep wrestling. I have a goos storyline right now, so HELL NO." Nikki answered.

"Yo, I got screwed. Seriously. I can NEVER get a title match for that WWE title." John ate a small slice of meatloaf.

DiNG DONG! The doorbell rang.

"MM!" John mumbled as he swallowed the meatloaf. "I invited Randy over. Hope you don't mind." John suffed the rest of the meatloaf into his mouth and walked towards the door.

"I don't mind. therefore I don't care." Nikki left the scene and went into her room.

"HEY TRISH!" Randy opened his arms signaling for Trish to hug him.

"And... that means I'm outts here." Trish ran to her roomed and slammed the door.

"Umm... Three's a crowd but four? Anyway, I heard of this new hot spot in Manhattan. You wanna check it?" Randy waved a flier advertising The Rave.

"Yeah, we should leave. Nikki and Trish might want some alone time for girl talk." John put on his sweater.

"I don't do girl talk John." Nikki barked. Then sat on the couch to watch television.

"OK, my bad. GOSH." John pulled Randy towards the door. "Later BI-ATCH!"

"Umm... I guess I'll catch up with you later." Randy declared.

The Rave

John and Randy danced with random girls. Pretty much hit on them. They danced with celebrities too, that didn't know them.

"Dude, Paris Hilton didn't know who I was. DAMN. She could've been getting laid by now." Randy licked his lips while looking at Paris dance while meeting up with John outside.

"Yeah well, damn. It's coldout here." John put his hand in his pockets.

"SHIT! I don't have protection!" John felt around his pockets for wrappings.

"Protection from what? You need a gun?" Randy asked.

"No idiot. I mean when you intercourse, you need to put it on your thingy... you know." John informed.

"Oh, you don't have anymore? Gosh, looks like you've been geting laid a lot lately." Randy said.

"I gave you all the ones I had left." John look past Randy. "DRUG STORE!" John ran across the street.

"OK! I'll --" Randy's attention was caught by a girl. "Oooh... I want some of THAT."

John came back after buying a pack of "wrappings" then latersaw Randy dancing with a girl. John thought he should dance with one too.

Later that night... John took one home, Randy spent the night, and Randy took one home too.

The wrappings thing that I was talking about. I didn't really want to go into detail about that. But it should pretty muc explain what it is in this chapter. Ugh... I still think that wasn't interesting. Well, at least I tried. - bettina isabelle