"For the last time. NO!"  The angry voice of Ron Simmons, also known as Farooq echoed though the parking lot.

John Bradshaw whimpered.  "But...but...you have the rental car!  How do you expect me to get to the next show if you won’t let me drive with you?"

Ron waved his arms, indicating the lot crowded with other wrestlers.  "Find one of them to take one.  Those boys haven’t had to put up with you for months.  Go tag along with someone who's not that sick of you."

Bradshaw put his hands on his hips.  "Oh, so you’re sick of me now?  Is that how it works?  I stop sleeping with you...."

"Will you shut up?"  Ron hissed, clapping his hand over Bradshaw's mouth.  "We don’t need that one getting out.  Now will you PLEASE start acting like a normal human being and go find someone to give you a ride?"

Bradshaw crossed his arms over his chest angrily.  "Fine.  See if I care.  I didn't want to drive with you anyways."  He stomped away from Ron, determined to find a ride somewhere.  "Hey Eddie!" he yelled out.

Eddie Gurerro glanced over his shoulder.  "Hey essa, how you doin'?"

Bradshaw smiled.  "I'm real good.  Say, you got any extra space in your car?"

Eddie opened his mouth to reply, but Benoit stepped in front of him.  "No.  No we don’t."  He glared at Bradshaw, as if daring him to challenge.  "You see, we have a very small car, and you’re a very big guy."

Bradshaw thought for a moment.  "Hey, are you calling me fat?"

Benoit just blinked.  "Now would I do something like that?"  He shook his head, walking away and pulling Eddie with him.

The parking lot  was beginning to empty out.  Only a few cars remained.  Sucking up hi courage, Bradshaw knocked on the nearest window.  And knocked again.  And again.

Finally, the window opened.  "What the bloody hell are you knocking on the window for?"  yelled the unmistakable voice of William Regal.

Bradshaw put on his prettiest smile.  "Can I get a ride?"

"No you cannot get a ride!"  It was then Bradshaw noticed the young woman bent over on the seat next to Regal...the steam on the windows....the way Regal seemed very out of breath....

Bradshaw ran as fast as he could to the next car, pulling open the door and diving in.  "Oh my God, you will not believe what I just saw!"

A very confused Kane sat in the driver's seat.  "Uhm..my car door?  An opportunity to carjack me?  What?"

Bradshaw was still panicked.  "I saw Regal getting a blowjob!  It was awful!  Drive, drive!"

Kane blinked.  "Whatever you say Miss Daisy."  He pulled out of the parking lot and got onto the freeway.  "So is there a reason you jumped into my car?"

Bradshaw was a bit more settled down by that point.  "Ron ditched me.  Can’t you believe that?"

Kane shook his head.  "I don't know why he'd do a thing like that.  You’re always so polite..."  Even Bradshaw could detect the sarcasm in his voice.

Bradshaw just narrowed his eyes and slumped down in his seat.  At least he had a ride.