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Chapter 3 – One Step Closer to Destiny?
Two hours had past and already there was another spare hour compared to the normal duration of the live show. Some of the Superstars, of course would be missing the people that are close to them; like Torrie Wilson, who was no longer a member of the Raw roster. The Boise blonde belle would miss her friends she had on the red roster but then she would be happy to be back on Smackdown where she had stayed originally.
"I hereby officially hate the draft lottery," said Kelly with a frown. "First we're losing Rob and now Bobby?! And what do we have in replace of them? Melina's cocky boyfriend and this guy who called himself The Love Machine!"
"I think that nickname is kinda cute. Plus he's so sweet."
The two members of the dance group Extreme Exposé turned to look at the brunette as if she had just come from another planet.
"Brooke, you know that you can be weird out sometimes, right?"
Brooke laughed. "What? I met him earlier and he seemed cool. Besides, he's soft and sweet like a big teddy that you just want to h-"
"Will you stop?!" Layla suddenly snapped, apparently sickened by her going on and on. "I'm tired of this-"
Layla's sentence was cut short and then suddenly her eyes turned to horror when they had caught upon something and Kelly would have the same expression as hers.
"Why are you guys looking like that?" said Brooke, who was very confused by the looks on their faces. Before they could squeak out an answer, a voice behind Brooke would answer her own question.
"Hello ladies."
Brooke beamed and turned around to see the plump African American superstar, with a smirk on his face as he walked up slowly toward the ECW divas.
"Oh hey Vissy," Brooke grinned while Layla and Kelly would exchanged looks between themselves, wondering if the world has gone mad. The man who called himself The Love Machine made his appearance known. Val Stevens would be known for his ring name as 'Viscera.'
"I got lots of sugar for you baby," he said as she slowly walked up to her.
"Yeah?"
"Oh yeah," said Val with a smirk on his face as he took another step closer.
"Oh geez," said Kelly in disgust. "What is this? A lovesick scene of a soap opera?"
He went up closer to her and Brooke just stood there. His head was now leaning down…
"Hey! Don't you dare put your moves on her!"
Val looked up at the blonde diva. Surely she had the guts to say something as Kelly shot a glare at him while Layla stood behind her, holding onto her wrist. Brooke turned to the blonde diva, wondering where Kelly was getting at.
"What?" I was only going to give her this."
Val held out his hand before Brooke and she would smile her was a transparent plastic bag of the little but colorful treats inside it.
"Aw, those are for me?"
"Yep."
"What?" said Kelly and Layla in unison, apparently confused about what went on.
"Well Brooke here mentioned her favorite candy," said Val. "So I thought why not get these for her? A friend of mine works at a candy shop not too far from here. So I got him to deliver them here for me to give to you."
"Aw, you're so sweet!" Brooke gushed and took a bag of gummy bears. "Thanks so much!"
"You're welcome," Val beamed. "So I'll be seeing you all tomorrow night."
"Yeah, 'cause you're with us now."
"Uh huh and I can't wait to see you guys dancing. You girls are sizzling hot like pepper sauce."
Brooke laughed. "Well there's definitely no one like us."
"You got that right," Val chuckled. "Well I'll see you girls later."
"Okay and thanks again."
"You're welcome."
Just as he was about to leave, Val's black eyes would be upon the two divas who were now leaning against the wall as if trying to sunk into it and disappear before he caught them. He raised his eyebrows in a seductive manner and chuckled as he turned and walked away through a corridor.
"Umm okay then…" Kelly paused as she watched him walking further away along the corridor. "That was really freaky."
"Tell me about it," said Layla.
"See? I told you he was sweet," said Brooke.
Layla and Kelly turned to look at the brunette woman, who was busily opening the bag to enjoy the sweet treats. Then the two divas would be exchanging looks of disbelief after what had happened just now.
"I think we should go," Kelly started to say as if to forget what just happened. "And find out what's going on outside."
"Yeah good idea," said Layla. "Maybe we shouldn't be hanging out here too long. But should we really go back? I mean it really sucked."
"I know Layla, but the draft is almost over so at least we still have some hope for a few more good picks for our brand."
"You're right."
"Of course I am," said Kelly with a grin. "So let us go."
The three divas turned around and head forth toward the area where all the Superstars should be waiting in anticipation as the draft rolled on in progress.
"Hey you guys want some?"
"No," the two divas retorted, leaving the brunette diva to shrug to herself.
"Okay," said Brooke and dipped her hand into the bag for an orange gummy bear only to be popped it into her mouth. "But you guys are missing out something good!"
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His blue eyes would be staring out at nothing as he was leaning against the wall. The draft had just continued back on from a commercial break and then another match has been placed. Randy thought that the three hours would never be up but thankfully the event would come to a closing soon enough. Though he had to be feeling a bit of gladness for not being drafted from Raw, but unfortunately, there was a possibility that he might leave after all.
"I wish this stupid draft lottery would just hurry up and end."
Another forty five minutes to go and then it would all be over. He couldn't wait but at the same time, he would be dreaded at the thought of leaving his best friend and other close friends behind.
"They could at least tell me if I'm going or not instead I have to be dreading about it," Randy muttered as he rolled his eyes. "This sucks."
"Hey Randy."
His mind suddenly traveled back from deep into space and then back to the arena as he looked up to see the fellow superstar of the red brand.
"Oh hey Shelton, what's up?"
"Coach wants to have a word with you."
"He wants to see me?" Randy asked. "What about?"
Shelton Benjamin simply shrugged. "I don't know but he wants you in his office now."
"Oh okay then. Thanks."
Randy got up to his feet and with his intercontinental championship belt hanging over his shoulder; he walked through the long corridor and then finally got to the door with a metal plate with the words engraved on it: Jonathan Coachman, Raw General Manager.
Randy knocked on the door and a response would be prompted with an answer and then he opened the door to meet a man standing behind his desk.
"Ah, just the person I want to see."
"You wanted to see me, Coach?"
"Yes," said Coach. "I'm glad that you're here on a very short notice."
"Well it sounded important."
"It is. This is about the last match of the night."
"Oh," said Randy. "And that would be?"
"The battle royal," said Coach. "There will be a group of five superstars from each brand and the last person to remain standing in the ring will have the last three draft picks."
"Oh wow."
"Yes. And I've realized that you haven't been any match at all since the show has started. I have already selected the four who will be representing the Raw brand and I was wondering if you would like to be part of it as well."
"Yeah of course," said Randy with a smirk. "But whose the four I'm going with?"
"Lance, Booker, Santino and Trevor."
"Alright then. I will be honored in making this brand proud."
The Coach made smirk in return. "I'm glad to hear that. Now before you go, you'll need this."
The Coach picked up a neatly folded red t-shirt with the Raw logo printed on it. He handed it over to the intercontinental champion.
"A t-shirt?"
"Yes. Every participant will be wearing a different colored t-shirt for the battle royal. As so you know the red would be Raw, the black is ECW and Smackdown would be blue."
"Oh okay then. Well thanks."
"Thank you for coming."
Randy nodded and then walked out of the general manager's office. So he has finally got into some action! He would rather be in a match rather than to roam around the arena with nothing to do. He hasn't got a clue where John disappeared to since Randy left the locker room. But he would have to find him later after this match.
So I'm part of the battle royal, huh? Last three draft picks? This should be good.
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"Well this is it, the final match," Kelly beamed as three of them were in the empty women's locker room. Most of the divas would be hanging outside talking and the three divas got bored of standing around in the corridors so they decided to hang around inside the women's locker room.
"Yeah," Brooke sighed. So far the night didn't come out the way it should have been. She wanted Randy to be drafted to ECW and that hasn't happened at all. Perhaps it wasn't meant to be destined?
"Oh Brooke, you need to forget about this destiny stuff," said Layla. "It's not something worth to believe in."
"I guess."
"Look, not everything would turn out the way you wanted it to be," said Kelly.
"I'm starting to realize that now…"
Clearly, the night of the draft lottery would be the worst night she ever experienced, though it was her first time being the part of it. What was the point of having draft lotteries in the first place?
Her brown eyes would be glued to the TV, now for the final match to begin, which was announced to be the battle royal.
"Wow, this should be interesting!" said Layla.
"I do hope ECW will win this one!" said Kelly, grinning with excitement.
"Uh huh."
The blonde diva turned to Brooke who was sitting between her and Layla. "Brooke, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Brooke said mindlessly.
Kelly and Layla would look at one another and shrugged. Soon the match would commence with the entrances from each brand, followed by its theme song. The first group to appear was Smackdown and they wore blue t-shirts. Then ECW come out with black t-shirts and lastly it would be the group of Raw superstars to come out to the stage, with red t-shirts on.
"Hey…he's part of the battle royal."
"Yeah, so he is," said Layla.
Brooke only had her eyes on the one person on the television screen. That handsome prince of hers…only it might not have been. He was still on Raw roster so it would pointless to think that he would be moving now since it was indeed the last match of the evening. Even if destiny doesn't exist, at least she had gotten the chance to meet with him in person.
The battle royal made the arena rocked with anticipation as the Smackdown team seemed to be on the roll but Raw would be onto them. ECW was doing well for a brief time and then unfortunately CM Punk was the last person from the ECW brand to be eliminated from the battle royal, much to the Extreme Exposé's disappointment. Then there would be a heated battle of 'the red versus the blue'. Soon it would down to two people, one from each brand and there would be most people in the crowd that would be cheering for the Raw superstar. They would be fighting like warriors but eventually, Matt Hardy's feet fell onto the floor from the ring and then the crowd would be up to their feet when that superstar was declared the winner by the Raw ring announcer, Lilian Garcia.
"Here's your winner of the battle royal, Randy Orton!"
Brooke smiled. "I'm happy he won."
"Of course you do," Kelly said sarcastically. "This is the worse night ever."
"Well at least it's over," said Layla. "Now we get to see the last three picks."
Brooke had her hand supported her chin as she looked on with much anticipation to see who would be the last three picks. "I wonder who they will be."
"Well there's only one way to find out," said Kelly.
The screen would be switched from Randy looking at the Titantron to the screenshots of the superstars would be changing every half of a second. Soon it would stop to reveal a superstar along with the name at the bottom.
"Mister Kennedy!" said Kelly with a laugh. "Wow, he better changed his name to Mr. Friday Nights to Mister Monday Nights!"
"I know right?" Layla agreed. "He was so hilarious with that microphone coming down from the ceiling. I'm better that he would announce himself to the world right about-"
The man walked confidently to the stage and then had a smirk on his face. Then he would hoisted his hand up into the air, only to received a microphone coming from the ceiling as it has been attached to a wire.
"Now," Brooke finished and the three divas would laugh and then they stopped themselves so they would listen to the cocky superstar, chewing on his gum as he spoke.
"Ladies and gentleman, you have just witnessed the man who has now been drafted to Monday Night Raw. I don't think I would like it here…but whatever. I'm here and I'm staying whether you people like it or not because what you're looking at now is the man who will be your future hall of famer, and that man is Misssttterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Kennedy!"
The crowd was producing boos at Ken who was now part of the Raw roster. But he wasn't finished just yet. He was silence for a about ten seconds and then put the microphone to his lips again,
"….Kennedy!"
Kelly rolled her eyes and laughed. "This guy should appear on a cartoon, seriously."
Then the TV screen would be back onto the flashing images of the superstars from all three brands. The first draft has already been and now it would be time for draft number two…
Soon the crowd was up to their feet when the rock song blared from the speakers and two men came out to the stage.
"Wow, London and Kendrick!" Brooke exclaimed. "Those guys are really good!"
"They had the tag team titles belts for almost a year!" Kelly added.
"Now that's a hard blow to Smackdown," said Layla. "A really big one."
Brooke nodded and then made a slight smile as she watched the high flying team of Brian Kendrick and Paul London as they made their entrance and made their poses to the crowd. The ovation they had received was so incredible. Even though Randy wouldn't be part of the ECW roster, at least she would be happy for Randy winning the battle royal and that he has gotten good picks for his brand. She wouldn't care about anything else….
"I'm going to get a drink," said Brooke as she got up from the bench.
"Don't you want to know who the last pick is?" Layla asked.
"Not really."
She was getting tired of waiting around and just hoping that something good would come out of it. What was the point of staying around if nothing good came out of it?
"Oh my god…" Kelly began.
"The last pick?!" Layla asked in disbelief.
It wasn't to Brooke's attention that the two divas seemed to be in astonishment about something. Perhaps another superstar from the Extreme roster was moving? Like CM Punk?
"Look you guys I'm heading out now so-"
"Brooke, I think you should come and see this."
"I'm not interested, okay?"
"No seriously Brooke, you have to come and see this!"
The brunette diva rolled her eyes and aimlessly turned at her heel to face the television. "Kelly, I don't see what I-"
She stopped at her sentence. Her jaw was dropped down as she has been struck by the image that was displayed on screen with the name at the bottom of it. Brooke looked at Layla and Kelly who looked back at her with the same expression on their faces due to the reaction of the last draft pick. Either diva said a word to each other for a minute. What they saw on the screen was truly a blow to ECW…
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"Whoa, what a way to end this draft, King!"
"I know, I couldn't believe it myself! I mean we got ourselves a diva from ECW and it's not other than Brooke herself!"
On both of their monitor screens in front of the two broadcasters was an image of a brunette woman with a few words under it that definitely said it all.
Brooke Adams: drafted to Raw.
Then music blared from the speakers. The crowd would wait in anticipation for the diva to make her entrance, in which she did. She was all smiles when she came upon the stage and waved to the sold out crowd. She looked across the ring where Randy, with his hands on his hips, was looking back at her. She made a wink at him and smiled before turning back towards the black curtains.
"Wow, what an amazing night," said Jim Ross. "You had to wonder King, what does this mean for the dance troupe Extreme Exposé?"
"I'm not sure about that one," said Jerry Lawler with a giggle. "But as far as I know, things are going to be very interesting around here."
The King may be right about that since after the brunette diva left the stage, she couldn't stop smiling to herself.
Yes! I knew that destiny will come through for us!
Or had it? Brooke better be careful when it comes to sticking to her belief in destiny. Otherwise she would end up being crushed before she at least expected it.
Coming up on chapter 4: Could this be the end of Extreme Exposé? What is Brooke going to do next now that she is on the same roster as Randy? All of these questions will be answered.
I hope this chapter is okay, lol. Thanks for reading!
