In the car on the way to the next town after Extreme Rules had ended, the group of five were sharing stories about some of the places they had found themselves in on nights out over the years. Dean was next to recount a memory.

"There was a place I used to go in when I was like nineteen, twenty. They never bothered to ID you, and I had a fake one even if they did. It was always a great night out in there, and the beer was cheap. The only problem was the bathrooms. It would get so busy in there, and somehow the urinals would always get blocked up. Most of the time you would go in there and there would be piss all over the floor."

"That's disgusting," Bayley said from the front passenger seat, sitting beside Seth, whose turn it was to do the driving.

Dean and Ronda were in the second row of seats in their rented people carrier, with Zelina in the back row. She laughed and said, "I bet you still walked in there, though?"

"Actually, no, not all that much," Dean said. "Often it would get to the point where people just stood in the doorway and pissed on the floor."

Ronda giggled, scrunching her face up in disgust while the others groaned. "Dean, that's vile," she said.

"I remember being in there one night taking a leak at one of the urinals, even though there was piss all over the floor as usual. Some girl came running in, I guess there must have been a line for the women's room and she was desperate. Anyway, she came running in and got halfway across the room before she realised she was almost ankle deep in piss. She had weird little shoes on and no socks, too. You should have seen her face."

Laughter filled the car. After a moment, Seth said, "I think you've got us beat as far as disgusting stories is concerned. Not that I'm surprised by that in the least."

"I've got one that's not disgusting, but it's pretty crazy," Zelina said from the back.

"Go on," Ronda encouraged.

"It's about someone I didn't really know myself, he was one of my brother's friends. I think his name was Mark, if I remember right. This was a good few years ago now. Anyway, they were out one night going around drinking in all the bars they could find. They were all seriously drunk, and they went in this one place and they refused to serve Mark because of how far gone he was. He started losing his cool because they wouldn't serve him. It ended up in a big scene, and Mark got thrown out and barred from the place. My brother was going to take him home, but he said no, he was okay to go on his own. It turned out that he didn't go home, he went and got some fireworks from somewhere, God knows where."

"Fireworks? What for?" Bayley asked.

"That's what I'm coming to," Zelina said with a laugh. "Honestly, I don't know why I'm laughing, I probably shouldn't be. So, he got all these fireworks from somewhere and went back to this bar. I'm not sure how he got back in, but he did. He took the fireworks into the bathroom, intending to set them all off and basically trash the bathroom, thinking that would teach them a lesson, I guess. But something went wrong and he ended up setting them all off without having the chance to get out of the way first, and he blew his own arm off."

"Holy shit!" Seth exclaimed, while the others gave her wide-eyed looks.

"I know, right? I saw him a few times after he got out of the hospital, still hanging around with my brother. It was below the elbow he lost the arm, so he walked round with a plastic arm and hand in a sling. I guess that was while he waited on getting a proper prosthetic. So there you go, that's my bathroom at a bar story."

"Moral of the story, no blowing things up with fireworks," Bayley said.

Zelina nodded. "Or, if you do, get out of the way first."

As the conversation continued Ronda checked her phone, unconsciously tuning out from what was being said. She loaded up Twitter to have a read through some of the fan reactions to Extreme Rules. Unsurprisingly, there was a lot of talk about her aborted cash-in. People seemed to be excited by the fact that Ember Moon had stepped up as her next challenger by stopping the cash-in from happening. Ronda agreed, happy with the booking decision. She had found Ember to be likeable in the locker room, and she considered her to be very good in the ring. The rivalry had a lot of potential, subject, as always, to the creative they were given being good enough to do it justice.

Scrolling further down, a tweet from WWE's official account caught Ronda's eye. It had been posted earlier in the day, before Extreme Rules. It referred to something called the first ever annual WWE Charity Invitational Golf Championship. "Hey, what's this charity golf event they're tweeting about?" she asked the rest of the group. "I didn't hear anyone talking about it earlier."

"Oh, shit, yeah. I meant to speak to you about that," Dean said. "The guys were talking about it in our locker room. Seth and I signed up to play in it."

"So what's the deal? Because no one mentioned it to me," Ronda said, feeling annoyed by the fact. "What, are only men playing in it? Because I'm not going to be happy if that's the case. I'll be speaking to Hunter about it."

"Relax, darlin'," Dean said, unable to totally hide his amusement at her flare of temper. "I heard they want to put at least one women's game on the line-up if they can find enough players, so if you want to sign up, I'm sure you can."

"Alright, tell me what you know about it," she said, calming down quickly.

"From what I heard, there's going to be a Raw team and a Smackdown team competing against each other in a number of matches. Whichever team wins each match gets a point, and the brand with most points overall at the end of the event wins half a million dollars for the charity chosen by that brand's General Manager before the start."

"Half a million dollars?" Ronda asked with raised eyebrows. "That's a lot of money for them to put up."

"Not really, when you consider that they're going to be selling tickets to fans," Seth said from the driver's seat, having heard what they were talking about. "If enough people turn up, they'll probably make a profit out of it."

"Oh, there are going to be fans there?" Ronda asked, surprised again. "Oh, God, they'll get to see us hacking the ball around the place."

"Speak for yourself," Dean said with a grin. "My swing is as smooth as a pro's."

Seth laughed. "You seem to forget that while Ronda hasn't seen you play yet, I have."

"Yeah, and I'm your teammate, dickhead. How about some support over here?"

Everyone laughed at that. Bayley turned around in her seat to look at Ronda. "You play golf then, by the sound of it?"

"Yeah," Ronda smiled. "I'm not great by any means, but I'll happily go out there and make an ass out of myself for charity, no doubt about that. Sounds like I'll need a partner, since you just mentioned teams, Dean."

"Yeah," he said. "It's foursome games, so two players on each team but only one ball for each pair, taking turns to play shots."

"I might be out of luck if they're struggling to find women who play," Ronda said.

"Clementine plays," Bayley said thoughtfully.

"She does?"

Bayley nodded. "Yeah. I've never talked to her about it, and I don't know how good she is, but I saw a picture on her Insta not long back where she was wearing golfing gear. She was playing a round with friends or something."

"I don't know if I even follow her," Ronda muttered, opening up her Instagram app and looking up Clementine's page. ClementineWWE was the account with the blue check mark. Ronda followed it, then had an idea. "Have you got her number? I could text her and ask if she wants to team up with me. Then we would just need two women from Smackdown to play against."

"I don't think I have her number," Bayley said, scrolling through her list of contacts.

"I've got it," Zelina said from the back. She called it out to Ronda, reading from her phone.

"I hope there are a couple of girls on Smackdown who play," Ronda said as she typed out a text message to Clementine.

"I'm sure they'll manage to put at least one team together, even if they suck," Dean said. "It'll be the taking part that counts, since it's for charity."

Ronda looked up at him. "Tell me that when you're out there playing against a couple of Smackdown guys. I know you, Dean. You'll be out there trying your damnedest to win."

"Alright, maybe I will," he grinned.

"I've never swung a golf club in my life," Zelina said. "But if you want me to come along with you, Ronda, I'll be happy to. I figure it would look good if manager and client were both there."

Ronda looked back at her and smiled. "I think that's an excellent idea. You can be my caddy."

"You mean I just volunteered to carry your clubs around eighteen holes?"

Everyone laughed once more before Ronda said, "That's exactly what I mean."

"I can't play either, but I wouldn't mind being a caddy for someone," Bayley said. "Seth, how about it?"

"You don't have to ask me twice, angel," Seth said, using his nickname for Bayley without thinking about the company they were in.

Dean responded immediately, acting like he was about to spew up. "Ugh, really, Seth? Angel?"

Laughing, Ronda slapped him on the arm. "Leave them alone!"

"No chance. He's not living that down now."

"Well, I think it's a lovely thing to call her," Zelina said in Seth's defence.

Ronda's phone bleeped, indicating that a text message had been received. She quickly read over it. "Clementine says she didn't know about the golf event either, but she would be delighted to team with me and kick some Smackdown ass."

"That's awesome," Bayley said, smiling broadly.

"You guys will kill it," Dean said confidently, even though he had never seen either of the women play.

"I wonder if Clementine is a good player?" Ronda mused. "I've spoken to her a few times, but I still don't know much about her. She seems kind of shy to me."

"She is, I guess," Zelina said. "But she's great when you get to know her. I spent quite a bit of time with her when we were both working for NXT. We have a lot of laughs together."

"I heard a rumour the other day that she's dating Alexa," Seth said. "Don't know how true it is, though."

Ronda's eyes widened in surprise. "Really?"

"I heard that too," Bayley said. "I think they'd make a really cute couple, if it's true. Clem's cute anyway, with those little pig tails she always has."

"I certainly wouldn't mind seeing them getting it on," Dean said, looking at Ronda out of the corner of his eye, waiting to see if he provoked a reaction. Sure enough, he quickly received one of those glares that no one could do as well as Ronda. He laughed as soon as he saw it. "Your face. Chill, I'm just ribbing you."

"You'd better be," she replied, only half teasing.

"One day, I'm going to need to see you kick his ass," Seth chirped.

"It'll be sooner rather than later the way he's going," Ronda said, now only playing, but making it sound like she was deadly serious.

Dean said, "At least wait until we get to the hotel first. It's more enjoyable when you do it in the bedroom."

"Too much info, dude," Zelina said, cringing. "Way too much info."

The good-natured chat was typical of their time on the road together. The group of five were quickly becoming more than travel companions, they were becoming good friends.