Dave held back a groan somehow as he pounded on the lockers with both fists. Why was it that this was bothering him so much? Why should he care? It wasn't as though he couldn't get any woman he wanted at the drop of a hat.
Unfortunately, the woman he wanted was Melina... and she didn't want him. No - she wanted her little, skinny, pretty boyfriend, that Hennigan character. And she wanted him to stop calling her, leave her alone.
"Damn it!" he said aloud, between heavily clenched teeth. "I'm Dave Batista - no chick rejects me! They come flocking to me!"
Usually, chanting such a mantra would have cheered him up in a hurry. That didn't seem to be the case this time, though. He let out a soft snarl of frustration.
Giving the locker a good, hard, swift kick, he turned to leave the room. He could certainly use a drink right about then, but it was against the rules at work. SmackDown was being taped tonight, and he had to be on top form. Besides, he didn't want to let down any of the fans who had paid their hard-earned money to come see him live.
Batista trod the hallway, making a beeline for the catering room.
Immediately upon entering, he noticed one of the divas standing at a table that was set up with food. She was blonde, and her back was to him. His gaze trailed over to a table across the room. Four male superstars sat there, conversing about nothing in particular.
He focused again on the feminine form to his left, licking his lips for a split second. Making a move on another woman would surely get his mind off of Melina - the ice queen - in a hurry. Slowly, he approached, moving forward until he was mere inches away.
"Oh!" Michelle McCool turned around, startled as she nearly bumped into him. "Excuse me, Dave." She smiled.
"Hi, Michelle," he said with little enthusiasm. He honestly hadn't realized it was her, but one thing he knew without a doubt, was that he would never make a move on Michelle McCool - not when the man better known as The Undertaker, Mark Calloway, was her boyfriend. He wasn't afraid of many men in the WWE, but Mark was a definite exception. A tough, huge veteran, he knew the guy could take him apart.
As Michelle moved past him to leave the room, Batista took a deep breath and sighed. He was beginning to calm down just an iota or so, but he was still heavily wound up. He grabbed some fruit, piled it on a plate and then turned. Yet another woman, another blonde, at that, had walked in when his back had been turned. She was at the next table over, and she was considerably curvier than McCool. He allowed his eyes to linger over her body as he approached.
"Hey there, Kara."
The pretty blonde looked up to see him smiling easily at her.
"Hi, Dave," she said. She looked uncertain for a few seconds but then smiled at him.
"How's it going, girl?" he asked. He circled her, giving her the once-over as she stood there with a bottle of water in her hand.
"Fine," she replied curtly. Her gaze dropped to the floor, which made Batista chuckle just a bit. It seemed Miss Kara Drew had shyness in common with her in-ring character, Cherry. He liked that and thought she was a real cutie.
"So..." he said, something cooking up in his mind as he tried to force back thoughts and anger over Melina's rejection. Somehow, he kept the smile on his face. "... Kara, I was wondering..."
The blonde eyed him curiously, and he wondered if she were completely guileless or reading his mind.
"... Can I take you out sometime?" he went on. "I'd love to show you a great time."
Kara's face brightened into another lovely smile. Was Dave Batista really asking her on a date? She'd never thought about him in that way, but it definitely felt nice. And while she'd had a crush on someone else on the roster for quite awhile now, and longer than he or herself had even been up on SmackDown, he'd never looked at her that way... So, the way she saw it, this would be a good way to move on.
"Sure, I'd like that."
Now, Dave straight out grinned. That was just precisely the response he'd wanted to hear. And how could she not say yes? What woman could ever turn him down? Melina's face flashed through his mind quickly, but he blinked the image away.
"Great. How about Thursday, after the houseshow?"
"Sounds good," Kara agreed.
Unfortunately, the blonde didn't see the man just outside of catering. He'd overheard their exchange, and his
heart sank thanks to that.