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Chapter Two - Protestations and Preparations

As the Divas headed out, The Big Show got to his feet and grinned at the others.

"As much as I'd like to stay, I'm not going to, seeing as how this situation doesn't apply to me. I'm going to go buy my wife something nice as a 'thank you' for getting me out of this."

"Good idea, Show," Rey Mysterio got to his feet and headed out too, followed by Ken Kennedy and Mark Henry. Triple H stayed put, the wide grin on his face clearly saying 'I may be married, but I'm not gonna miss this for anything'.

As the door closed behind them, John took charge of the group.

"Ok, is there anybody who's relationship with a girlfriend is gonna be put on the rocks because of this? Randy, I know about you and Stacy," the Champ added, when the Legend Killer reluctantly raised his hand, "but is there anybody else?"

Surprisingly, C. M. Punk raised his hand. "My girlfriend might have something to say about it. She's usually not the jealous type, but I don't really wanna get on her bad side, you know?"

"C'mon, guys," Ric put in. "Just go with the flow. It's not like you ever have to see these women again after that night, and besides, it's not like the girls are gonna be able to reach out and touch you as you're walking the runway."

"Speak for yourself, Ric," Adam replied. "Do you realize how many of my loyal fans are gonna be there, looking to get a piece of the Rated-R Superstar? I don't know if a security force can hold them back."

"Adam, I'm sure their security can handle four people," John quipped, causing the room to break out in laughter and the WWE Champion to glower at him.

"What's everybody so worried about?" Carlito piped up. "It's just walking out on a runway to get bid on by a bunch of women." He smirked. "And besides, Carlito's going to be bought by the hottest one there. All you guys are gonna have are the leftovers."

"Shut up, Afro Man," Glen growled from the back.

Other conversations were drowned out by Chris Jericho yelling into his cell phone at Fozzy's manager.

"What the hell do you mean, 'you think it's a great idea'?" He listened for a moment, then shot to his feet in anger. "You called Vince and told him that, too? Do you realize the position you've put me in?" He listened a little longer. "No, I don't wanna do this; that's why I'm calling and asking you to plan a concert date for one night in two weeks!" After a third pause, he replied, "So you think me having to do this is funny, huh?"

"Yes, we do, Chris," Randy piped up, and got flipped off in response.

"Well, laugh at this, asshole," Y2J snarled, "you're fired!" He ended the call and plopped back down in his seat, rubbing his hands over his face.

"All right, let's just face facts, people," Adam spoke up. "Other than walking away from our jobs - which, I don't know about the rest of you, I'm sure as hell not going to do - our hands are tied. So let's just go on with our separate plans for the day, and make sure we have tuxes ready in two weeks."

John sighed. "I hate to admit it, but he's right...our hands are tied. Let's all just hope we raise a lot of money for this charity, and at the same time those who win us are female and actually halfway decent."

Nods of sullen agreement were seen around the room before the small meeting broke up.

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"This is our chance," Candice Michelle was saying to her fellow Divas as they browsed through evening gowns in one of Boston's most affluential formal wear stores. "We find the right dresses, those guys won't know what hit them."

Ashley flipped her cell phone closed with a smile. "I just told Torrie about the plan. She thought it was great and said she was going to meet us in New York for the big night. She also said she was going to call Stacy and let her know. They'll probably both be there at the auction."

Enthusiastic smiles greeted this news, but Maria continued going through the racks with a troubled look on her face.

"What's wrong, 'Ria?" Barbie asked, noticing her expression.

The redhead Diva sighed. "I just realized something: we're gonna get all dolled up for nothing...the guys are only gonna see who wins them, not us."

A derisive burst of laughter was heard from a nearby rack. Several of the Divas glowered as Melina walked over to the group.

"You guys don't get it, do you?" She smirked and shook her head. "Who says we can't be the ones who bid and win? That's what I plan to do...the one I'm after's not gonna know what hit him."

"And just who are you after?" Mickie demanded, causing Melina to roll her eyes.

"Don't worry...I'm not after your Heartbreaker. No, my tastes lean more towards the 'Rated-R' style." She grinned at her fellow Divas' dumbfounded looks and headed off.

"Remember what I said about bidding, but it's not my fault if you don't act on it. You never know what might happen. See you at the auction, ladies!"

With that, the former Women's Champion was gone.

"Huh," Candice muttered in surprise. "Melina wants Adam."

"I say more power to her," Michelle put in. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I plan to take her advice, even if it does put a dent in my savings."

Words of agreement could be heard throughout the group before the women turned back to the racks with a new purpose.

Up Next: The big night arrives! Will the Divas win what they want?

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