Title: She's Got Skills

Rating: PG-13

Characters: Randy Orton/Victoria/OC. Special appearances by Trish Stratus and Tyson Tomko

Summary: Sequel to "I Got that Boom Boom" It's now the Legend Killer's time to be taught a lesson.

Disclaimer: Story Idea is mine. Randy, Victoria, Trish and Tyson belong to Vince McMahon and to themselves. The OC belongs to me. "Hqnotiq" belongs to some liquor company. The title of the story comes from "She's Got Skills " by All-4-One. Yeah I know that Randy was kicked out of Evolution, but since I wrote this before it happened, for the sake of this story he's still in Evolution.

"Tyson, are you a betting man?"

"Ohhhhhh no." Tyson says holding up his hands. "I'm not getting into that."

"Oh come on! What's the harm in a little bet?" Trish asks.

"It coming back to bite me in the ass."

"Hmm, sounds kinky." Victoria purrs.

Trish and Victoria giggle while Tyson crosses his arms then look down at his feet.

Anyway, will you help us then?" Trish requests.

Tyson raises an eyebrow. "With what?"

"As back up." Victoria adds. "Just in case Mini-Trips decide to get bitchy."

Tyson cracks his knuckles as he puts on his most sinister smile. "Well in that case, you can count on me."

"Good." Trish responds as she pats Tyson on his tattooed covered arm. She then turns to her co-Diva.

"Your friend is still coming right?"

"Yeah." Victoria responds. "She's going to meet us at the club."

"Good." The smile on Trish's face is almost pure evil. "I can't wait."

Randy walks through the curtains. He's hoping that Victoria is waiting for him like she promised. When he didn't see her, he almost feels disappointed.

"Randy!"

Trish jogs up to Randy. She's in her street gear: a pink baby tee that says "Sassy" across the front in glittery letters and low rise hip huggers. Randy raises an eyebrow when he sees her approaching him.

"Victoria said that she's sorry that she couldn't meet you after your match." She tells him.

"Something came up."

The Women's champion hands him a note. "Here are the directions to the club. We'll meet you there."

"Whoa! Huh? We?" Randy is confused. What did she mean we?

Trish giggles as she lightly touches his arm. "Oh you didn't know? You get both of us tonight."

Randy almost had to pick up his jaw. He's not getting just Victoria. He's getting Trish too! Talk about luck!

"Better hurry, Legend Killer. We get bored real easy."

Trish walks away, making sure that she puts some extra sway in her hips. Randy waits until she's out of sight to make a beeline to Evolution's dressing room.

Evolution's dressing room:

While Batista flexes in front of a mirror, Ric Flair paces back and forth while on his cell with Triple H.

"I understand Trips. Rashes like that take time." Ric says into the phone. He glances over at Batista's back. He can see that his shoulders are shaking as if he's laughing. Just then Randy burst into the dressing room. He quickly grabs his things then head for the shower. He didn't even say one word to the other members of Evolution. Batista and Ric look at one another, shrug then go back to their individual tasks. Ten minutes later the youngest member re-enters the room.

"Who lit a fire under your ass?" Ric Flair inquires.

"Got a couple of hot babes waiting on me." Randy answers while he gets dressed.

"Anybody I know?"

Randy tells him the names, but with all of his moving around, the 16-time World champ didn't hear him.

"Come again?"

"Victoria and Trish."

"What?!?!" Ric gasps in shock. He talks two steps over to Randy then grabs his arm. "I don't think you shouldn't go."

"Why not?"

"Two words: Triple H."

Randy gently removes his arm from Ric's grasp. "Look, no offense to Hunter, but he dug his own grave on that one. I told him that it was impossible but he didn't believe me. "

Ric can't help but shudder as he remembers how he and Batista found Triple H.

"Just be careful. I don't want to have to find you next to Moolah. I don't think my heart can take it."

Randy laughs as he puts the finishing touches to his attire. "I'll be careful."