The following Monday, everything was going as planned. Dave was sitting in Whitney's locker room with her after her scheduled match with Trish Stratus, they were watching the rest of the show. Watching the monitor, they saw Flair and Hunter come on screen and talking about where Dave could be.
"God, I can't go anywhere without them looking for me, I'm not a damn child." said Dave.
Rubbing her knee, Whitney said, "They must think that you are a child. I'm gonna go take a shower and don't even think about trying to watch me."
Dave sat on the couch watching the show. The match that happened to be on was Randy and Shawn's tag match. When he saw Shawn and Randy win, Dave thought to himself, 'Damn I so wanted Jay and Adam to win.'
As soon as she was done with her shower, Whitney wrapped a towel around her and realized that she forgot her clothes out in the main part of the locker room, so she just wrapped the towel tighter around herself and went to get dressed.
Without looking to see if anyone was there, Whitney walked over to her clothes and started to drop the towel.
"I must say, I'm seeing more of you then I thought seeing how we've only been together for a week." said Dave from behind.
Quickly Whitney grabbed the towel to make sure it didn't drop anymore. Before she turned around, she felt herself blush from head to toe.
"Have you been there the whole time, while I was in the shower?" asked Whitney as she turned around and faced Dave.
"Yeah, but now I'm leaving." replied Dave standing up.
Whitney was about to ask him were he was going but stopped herself because she knew that it was getting close to the contract signing.
"Ok, well see ya later." said Whitney grabbing her clothes.
"You bet your ass, you'll see me later since I'm following you home." replied Dave eyeing the towel that Whitney held around her body.
Whitney was about say something smart-ass when Vince walked in, not realizing that Whitney wasn't dressed.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you would be dressed by now. Sorry." said Vince looking down at the floor feeling a little embarrassed.
Whitney looked at Dave and feeling more than a little embarrassed then as best as she could with her knee hurting her, she made a beeline for the bathroom to get dressed.
"Dave, you told me that you would tell me your plan. Well I'm all ears." said Vince regaining his composure.
"Well tonight I'm gonna sign a contract for either RAW or Smackdown then spend my time off with Whitney until wrestlemania 21. Hopefully things will work out for me when I win the title." replied Dave watching as Whitney walked out of the bathroom.
"Running home to mommy and daddy?" a familiar voice asked.
"I'd know that voice from anywhere." said Whitney turning around to see Chris standing there with a toothy smile.
"I sure hope you know my voice seeing how I've known you for I don't know… your whole life." replied Chris with a smart-ass tone.
"Smart-ass." commented Whitney limping over to the couch.
"So when are you going home?" asked Chris.
"Tomorrow. Dad is gonna meet Dave and I at the airport." answered Whitney rubbing her knee again.
"Well I know two little ones who are gonna be happy to see you." commented Chris as he watched his sister carefully.
"Little ones, huh?" asked Dave.
"Yep. You'll get to meet them when we get to my house." replied Whitney.
Dave looked at her and thought to himself 'she doesn't look like she's had any kids.' "So how old are your little ones?" he asked.
"My oldest is two and my youngest is four months." answered Whitney.
"Oh, they the reason that Randy left?" asked Dave.
"What the hell are you talking about, man?" asked Chris.
"You two were talking about actual kids, right?" replied Dave.
"Are you trying to tell me something that I should know about myself? We were talking about my dogs." replied Whitney with a laugh.
"Oh, sorry. I thought you meant actual children." replied Dave looking embarrassed. "What kind of dogs are they?"
"DeSoto is a german shepard which was a birthday gift from Grace and Jay a couple of years ago and my puppy Roscoe is a husky that was a gift from Chris this year for my birthday." answered Whitney.
"Do you want me to take you to the trainers' so they can look at your knee that you keep rubbing?" asked Dave.
"No, I'm fine." replied Whitney with a smile though she was in a great deal of pain.
"Whit, sweetie, I watched you limp over to the couch. You're not fine." said Chris.
"Look, all I did was twist my knee wrong. It's fine." responded Whitney somewhat angrily.
"Sweetheart, please go and have the trainers' look at your knee. I can tell you're in pain." said Dave.
"I'm not in any pain and I'm fine." replied Whitney standing up and putting weight on her left knee, which caused her to sit back down rather quickly.
"I saw that. You're going to the trainers'. Let's go kiddo." said Chris practically picking his sister up.
"Fine, but I'm protesting all the way down the hall." replied Whitney wrapping her arm around Chris' shoulders and leaning on him.
Chris and Whitney left the room and made their way to the trainers' office. Shortly after they left, Vince and Dave left. As he made his way to gorilla position, Dave hoped and prayed that nothing too serious had happened to Whitney's knee. In the ring waiting for Dave to come out was Eric Bischoff and Theodore Long, both wanting him to sign their contracts. Dave had thought long and hard about this, he knew RAW is where he wanted to stay, but that urge was made even greater now that he was with Whitney. He also knew if he didn't sign the RAW contract he'd have to leave her and that was something he was not going to do.
Dave did what he wanted to do for a long time. He power bombed Hunter though the table in the ring and signed the raw contract, then headed towards the trainers' to check on Whitney.
Whitney watched the rest of the show from the trainers' room. She couldn't help but think that Hunter deserved to be put though the table. She quickly realized that the trainer moved her when she felt a sharp, stabbing pain shoot up her leg.
"Ow. That hurts." snapped Whitney unintentionally.
"I'm sorry ma'am but I need to see how badly your knee is injured." replied the trainer.
"So how bad is her knee?" asked Chris wrapping his arm around his sister.
Before the trainer could answer, Trish walked into the trainers' room. Trish couldn't help but to start laughing because she knew the she was the reason behind Whitney needing medical attention for her knee. And she also knew that laughing at Whitney and whatever situation she was in, pissed Chris and Whitney off.
"You see this title, it will never around your waist. For the simple fact that I destroyed your knee and possibly ended your career." said Trish laughing.
"Don't you have to be whoring around someplace away from me?" asked Whitney with a smart-ass tone in her voice.
Whatever Trish said to Whitney in reply went in one ear and out the other because she wasn't paying any attention to Trish but her attention was directed the trainer when he said that she may have torn her ACL and would have to have her doctor look at it.
"I'm so glad that you find all this so amusing." said Whitney when she noticed Trish laughing as the trainer handed her some crutches.
Before Trish could respond, Dave walked in and asked, "What's wrong with your knee, honey?"
"Honey? Are you two fuck buddies?" asked Trish.
"You know, it's not any of your damn business but Dave and I just happen to be in a relationship and I know that it's killing you for the simple fact, you have a thing for Dave and he's no longer single so you can't have him." answered Whitney.
Dave smiled at the comment about him and Whitney being a couple. Whitney smiled because she knew that she hit the nail on the head with her comment by the look on Trish's face. Trish did her best not to try and slap Whitney across her for what she said.
"What? You look like you're gonna hit me. What's holding you back?" said Whitney getting ready to defend herself if Trish did hit her.
"Now I know the real reason why Randy kicked you to the curb." shot Trish pleased with the resulting look from Whitney.
"Whit, you need to get to the hotel and rest your knee. Come on." said Chris trying to come between any fight that might have very well broke out between Whitney and Trish when he saw the look on his sister's face.
"Yeah Whitney, go back to the hotel and spread your legs like you've done before. Everyone calls me a slut, but the only slut I see in here is you." said Trish.
"Chris, you're right. I should go back to the hotel and rest. But first I need to take care of some business." said Whitney before walking up and decking Trish.
"Whoa. Remind me to never call your sister a slut." joked Dave.
"Alright Rambo, let's go." said Chris almost pushing Whitney towards the door.