Author: Princess-Asturia

Disclaimer: Look... I don't own wrestling, and I don't have enough money to pay if ever that the owners get mad... Author's clarification: Just to separate the scenes coz I just found out now... well actually when I decided to check on how my fic looks like... it looked ugly... and to make up for the things I did wrong I decided to use some things to separate the scenes... so... if you would see a sign that goes like this... I just used numbers (6-6-6).

Chapter 1:

(Before Summerslam)

"You love me right?" She sweetly smiled.

"Of course." Randy said lovingly.

"But Hunter doesn't want me going out with you." She began. "I think he wants me for himself… I'm scared."

"I know Hunter; he's in love with Steph… He'll never leave her."

"Leave Evolution for me."

"Evolution is my family; they're the one's who had faith in me from the start." Randy sighed. "I can't leave them."

"Do you love me more than them?"

Randy diverted his gaze to her eyes.

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Randy made his way to the ring. His muscles were tensing up; he knew that the outcome would be bad for him… with him out of Evolution, he's sure to get the beating of a life-time.

"Making his way to the ring, from St. Louis, Mo.; weighing in a 245 pounds; being accompanied by Stacy Keibler; the Legend Killer; Randy Orton!" Lilian smiled. "And entering the ring, from Washington, DC; weighing in a 317 pounds, Evolution's Batista!"

The animal of Evolution threw Randy around like a piece of dried leaf. Stacy of course was cheering for someone… but to everyone amazement; she was cheering for Batista. The match ended up according to Evolution's plan. Randy was beaten up. But of course the part of Stacy cheering for Batista was not part of it.

6-6-6

"What the heck's wrong with you Stace?"

"Look, I'm sorry I cheered for Dave, it's just that it was part of plan from Eric. I know you hate me."

"Of course not." He smiled putting his arms on her waist.

She smiled and pulled him closer to her. "You know I love you."

6-6-6

"Stop playing with my hair." Trish yelped yanking her hair away from Christians grasp.

"I can't help it; your hair's just too flippy."

"Can I talk to Trish alone?"

"Oh sure Lisa… I was just leaving." Christian sighed and left the room.

"Well? What's the problem?"

"It's Stacy… she's really getting into my nerves." Victoria rolled her eyes.

"The question is who likes her?"

"Randy does."

"I never knew Randy's a diva." Trish tried hard not to laugh.

"Whatever!" She scowled. "I don't like that… that… ugh!"

"You like Randy?"

"No."

"Yes." Trish laughed. "Yes, you do."

"No!"

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"NO!"

"Okay." Trish finally gave up. "Why are you upset about Randy liking Stacy anyway?"

"Nothing. It's just that… I… I don't know, OKAY! She just makes my blood boil, that's all." She pouted.

6-6-6

"What's with Stacy?" Triple h hissed. "I mean first she doesn't like us, and now she goes around cheering you. How much of a slut can she get?"

Batista shrugged.

Triple h sighed. "Hey look man, Benjamin's going against Muhammad Hassan."

"I smell a bet." Ric rubbed his hands together with excitement. "I bet for Hassan, he's huge. I'll cook for the guy who wins."

"I go with Ric's judgment, he usually wins." Batista said putting his stuff back to his bag. "I'll bet my beautiful car for it."

"Okay… I'll just go for Benjamin, I mean; we can't all win, right?" Triple h scowled.

"Let's just see."

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"I think Hassan's going to win." JR said reluctantly.

Hassan has Benjamin in a slipper hold; away from the ropes, but by turn of events; Coachman came out and distracted the referee, just enough when Benjamin was about to tap out.

The two again went on and this time, Benjamin had the upper hand.

"Oh my god, and a powerful suplex by Benjamin!" Jerry shrieked. "I think he's going to win!"

1-2-3!

"And here's your winner and still Intercontinental Champion; Shelton Benjamin!"

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Triple h laughed as Benjamin strapped the belt around his waist. "So, a free dinner and a brand new car!"

Batista sighed. "Man, I lost my car."

Flair laughed. "At least the only thing that I have to do is treat Hunter for dinner."

"Yeah, lucky you." Batista said.

Author's note: Well? What do you think? Hope you review on my fic; I'm open to anything, even flames. Hope you liked it thought.