Evolution Is A Mystery
"You did it, Champ!" Ric Flair said happily, even though he knew Triple H couldn't hear him in the slightest. Once again, Triple H had won another match by interference by Dave Batista, who'd returned from the ring about 5 minutes ago. Ric turned around to face Randy Orton, who'd just rolled his eyes at Triple H's elaborate scheme. Randy Orton knew that Triple H could defeat William Regal blindfolded with one hand behind his back, so why did he need Dave Batista to interfere in every match?
Just then, Randy's girlfriend, Brooklyn, walked into the room. She was a short but pretty 18-year-old with long dark hair and hazel eyes. She said hello to Ric, and then sat down next to Randy. "What's wrong?" she whispered in his ear. Randy hated it when Brooklyn knew something was wrong with him, but just said "Nothing. Nothing, sweetheart." Brooklyn smiled, deciding to leave it at that. Although, she was determined to find out what was wrong…
Triple H banged through the door. "Great job, Dave, great job." He said, patting Batista on the shoulder. "Congratulations Champ!" Ric said, with his toothy smile that tended to freak Brooklyn out at times. Triple H turned his attention to Randy and Brooklyn. From the look in Triple H's eye, Brooklyn could tell he didn't like the fact that she was in here, the Evolution locker room, or the fact that she was dating Randy Orton. But she just kept looking up and smiling. "Last night was something to be proud of, kid." he said to Randy. "Amazing match. But, unfortunately, you couldn't get the job done." Randy looked up and thought to himself. Well, I'd rather have a good match and lose the Intercontinental Championship than win by having Dave Batista interfere, he thought.
"C'mon, guys, the limo's waiting for us." Triple H said. "I'll be there in a minute," Randy said. "I just need to have a word with Dave." Batista turned around. "Go to the limo. I'll be there in about 10 minutes." Randy said reassuringly to Brooklyn. "Don't get yourself hurt…" she said, her voice trailing off. She walked outside.
"What the hell, Dave?" Randy asked. "Why do you always interfere in his matches?" Dave looked up. "'Cos Triple H told me to." he answered. "But what about your career? You're never gonna get anywhere if you just interfere for Hunter every week!" Randy said angrily. "Look, I joined Evolution to pick up girls and kick ass. And Triple H said my career is gonna get better because I joined Evolution. He said he cares about me and will do anything he can to get me amazing opportunities." Dave finished off. Randy couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Triple H does not give a damn about you! You're just too blind to see it!" Randy yelled. "All he cares about is getting that World Title!" Randy said, livid. Batista walked out of the room, and Randy followed.
"Maybe you should have looked behind the door." Brooklyn said to Randy and Dave, knowing full well they couldn't hear her. They were too far off. But that was just the way she wanted it.