Rae tried her best to keep her gaze on the hostess while Dave was nonchalant about what was happening. He felt the sudden and unwanted attention too, but he shrugged it off like it was a mere inconvenience and not the inquiring minds of his fellow co-workers. "Yes, we did." Dave replied.
"Oooh…" Sharmell commented.
Rae felt her cheeks becoming redder as more Superstars entered the restaurant. She started to hear the proverbial whispering amongst the entertainers and occasional glances. Meanwhile, Dave wasn't fazed at all. "Are you ready to go, Rachel?"
"Yes!" She said emphatically as she excused herself from the table and hurried to the elevator.
Once Rae entered the elevator, she pushed the button to the club suite as many times as she could as Dave watched in amusement. "I think pushing the button once is sufficient, Rachel."
"David, do you not realize what just happened out there!" She exclaimed.
Dave looked over at her. "Humor me."
"Dave, they know about us! They know that I…I…"Rae lowered her voice. "I spent the night with you."
Dave found Rae's demeanor humorous. "Really?" He gasped.
"Not funny, David. Now everyone knows we're together!" She said.
"So?"
"So? I don't want the rumors to start that I'm the reason you and Tracy broke up!"
"Rae, Tracy and I broke up long before you entered the picture and I'm pretty sure a lot of people know that by now."
"But what about your fans? Those ring rats and groupies?"
"Since when have you known me to care about what they think of my personal life?" Dave asked.
"Still, Dave…I know what they're going to say and you know what they're going to say!'
Dave looked up at the changing numbers on the screen. He had a feeling that this particular conversation was going to happen. He was hoping that it was just an afterthought. "Rae, if you don't want us to be together…."
"No, it's not that, Dave."
The elevator doors opened and the pair stepped out. Dave grabbed Rae's hand before she could speed walk any faster. "Then what is it?"
"I just don't want anything to happen to us, you know?"
"You think something is going to happen to us?"
"Dave, many couples have broken up because of the intense media scrutiny of their relationship. I just don't want that to happen to us."
Dave grabbed Rae and pulled her close to him. He held her face in his hands and stared at her soft brown orbs. "Rae, let's be real for a minute, okay? Many celebrity couples have broken up not because of any media involvement but rather their relationships weren't that strong to begin with. There are going to be women who will whisper about you. You will be talked about on every wrestling site and the like. But if you can't handle being with me and everything that goes along with it, we need to end this now."
Rae shook her head. "No, I love you, Dave. And I'll be fine with this."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Good." Dave kissed her. "Beautiful, I'm not going to mess this up and I can promise you that. But let's enjoy what we have right now. No more relationship talk this weekend."
"None." Rae agreed.
As Dave and Rae walked back to their suite, Rae wondered why she having a hard time believing what Dave just told her.
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It was something bigger than the whole Bennifer debacle. It was hotter than the love triangle of Jen, Brad and Angelina. It was juicier than all of Elizabeth Taylor's marriages.
It was the whispers and talks about Dave and Rae's new relationship. And no one was happier than Trish Stratus.
"Pay up, ladies." She said as several Divas walked past her, paying her large sums of money.
"You won on a goddamn fluke." Mickie sneered as she paid.
"Yeah, yeah, fluke or not, you still lost." Trish smiled.
"I'm surprised she can still walk in a straight manner." Candice chimed in.
"She hasn't tried him against a wall." Victoria remembered as several Divas turned around to face her. "Like I would know, you know?"
"I hope Rae and Dave will stay together forever!" Maria smiled as she paid Trish. "They are such a cute couple."
"Well seeing Dave falls in love and then thinks about what the hell he just did," Torrie thought aloud, "I say they probably have a few years on them."
"Which means someone is getting yet another tattoo." Candice smirked.
"I hope it's not another fruity-ass sun." Mickie rolled her eyes. "Or at least have it be some shit that everyone can read in English. Why in the fuck are you going to get a tattoo in a different language and you gotta explain to each and every person who asks you about it for the rest of your fucking life? I think Dave likes being a dumb-ass."
The rest of Divas laughed as Mickie continued on her berating. "But back to the subject, I think Rae and Dave will be together for a while as long as he can keep his dick in his pants. I'm glad she's with Dave and not with any of those fruitcakes." Mickie pointed to the Spirit Squad as they walked past her.
Kenny stopped the group as they approached Mickie. "Is there something you want to say to us?"
Mickie shook her head. "Nothing. Nothing at all." She then talked the group individually. "Fatty, Chunky, Fruity, Lazy, and Bitch. And you are the Talent Waste—guys who are just boring the poor viewers at home and won't be remembered for anything other than being shitted on—literally."
The guys were less than amused with Mickie's teasing. "You're such a bitch, Mickie." Johnny said.
"Yeah, and what else is new?"
Mitch walked past Mickie. "Lesbian." He muttered.
"Hey, at least one of us is getting pussy." She retorted.
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While Rae was taking her usual eleven o'clock smoke break, she saw Randy pull up to the arena. He hurriedly got out his gym bag and walked towards the locker room, ignoring Rae. When she and Dave became official, Randy has stopped short of ignoring Rae completely. He spoke to her when he needed to and conveniently made himself unavailable whenever she called.
Rae knew that Randy's attitude was in part due to her relationship with Dave but she also knew there was more to it. Randy had always had a territorial stance when it came to women. The simple fact that Dave was taking something that Randy truly believed was his and his only did not sit well with the young superstar. Plus the fact that Rae stone cold stopped sleeping with Randy also made the Legend Killer more than a bit grumpy.
Rae took a plumb of her Marlboro Menthol and greeted her ex-lover. "Good morning, Randy."
"Morning, Rae." He said as he tried to open the door.
"How are things?"
"Fine. You?"
"Good. Great, actually."
Randy admired Rae's smile but soon remembered that her attitude had absolutely nothing to do with him whatsoever. "Good to hear."
Rae quickly put out the cigarette. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"I'm running late, Rachel."
Rae found Randy's tone cold and defensive. "If your attitude is a reflection of me and Dave…."
Randy shrugged. "I hope you're happy."
Rae felt an overwhelming urge to defend her new relationship to her best friend. "Randy, you saw this coming before anyone else did. I don't know why you're angry."
Randy stopped fidgeting with the door handle and started to check his bag. It was his only distraction from Rae and the conveniently inconvenient conversation they were currently having. "I don't mean to burst your bubble, Rachel, but I'm not angry."
"Then why are you acting like an asshole?"
He shrugged. "When have you not known me to act like an asshole, Rachel?"
"You're being unfair, Randy."
Randy stopped sorting out his bag and stood up. He stared at the wall while he collected his thoughts. "No, I'm being fair enough. I guess I should rephrase my stance: when is the relationship going to end?"
"That's very hurtful, Randy."
He shook his head. "Not really." He then stopped fidgeting with the door handle and dropped his bag. He walked over to Rae and wrapped his arms around her. "I don't want you to get hurt by him, that's all."
Rae grabbed onto Randy's back and buried her head into his massive chest. She closed her eyes as she remembered a time when they would hold each other like that and there was no tension other than sexual.
Though she was still pissed off at him for his attitude, she knew that at the end of the day, they would remain the best of friends. "He's not going to hurt me, Randy."
Randy rubbed her back and kissed her head. "Whatever."
Rae pulled back from Randy and had a questionable look on her face. "Should I even ask what that meant?"
Randy softly kissed Rae's lips and gathered his bag. "Rachel, I know you and I know Dave. And I know that one of you is going to fuck this up."