An Untold Story, Being Told

Once again I own no one but Sasha and Sylva, and if anyone was wondering Sylva is pronouced like "Silver" but with flava, like a hood girl, Sylva. lol let's just say her mother was a bit tipsy when she named her :D Enjoy!

Chapter Three: Who's The Winner?

Sylva's P.O.V

"I can not believe I am here, girl you know I love you." I looked over at Sasha again with a very annoyed look to see her looking like a little child in a candy store and she was just told everything was free. If I had to hear that come out of my sister's mouth one more time I was going to flip. She said it in the car on the way to the arena, in the parking lot, walking to the arena, at the arena, and now we just found out we were on a V.I.P list and got backstage passes and I just heard it again. She pulled me to her and hugged almost all the air out of me and squealed before kissing my cheek. With what little power I had left I pushed her away and wiped my cheek off. I still didn't get it, how could this make anyone act like, act like HER?! I mean she was smiling like an complete idiot, waving at people and giggling, and had a crazed smile on her face. I swear I'm asking mom her real age when we get home. We walked past three men and they looked to be part of the baby oil club and one even looked like his brows were waxed, ugh, I tell you it's not cute. I had to walk around with someone who was acting like a child buying all her favorite wrestlers shirts, and teddy bears, who thought of this shit? But, nothing was more disturbing then Sasha making me wear a Raw/Smackdown t-shirt. I tied it in the back and bunched it up hoping to cover some of it up, but it still showed. I was looking at the doors trying to find "Batista's" dressing room, but it's hard to do when a crazed woman is asking everyone for autographs. After about twenty minutes or so I saw the sign and knocked on the door. I looked down the hall and saw Sasha smiling in some dude's face, seriously they started to look all the same to me, well not this one, he had some crazy afro puff like hair going on. I shook my head at her and turned around to see Dave standing their in some little ass underwear.

"Oh no." I covered my face with my hands and shook my head.

"Oh no what? Something wrong?" I felt him pull me in the dressing room and shut the door. I moved my hands and looked around, not looking at him because for someone who is in their forties, he looked damn-

"Sylva, are you okay?" I jumped hearing him talk and looked up at him, bad idea. First thing I saw was his chest and all I could do was nod my head. He shrugged and turned around and my eyes widen. A big ass dragon tattoo, I don't know why, but big tats are somehow a very big turn on to me. I turned my head quickly and sat down in a near by chair and just looked around.

"So, did you sleep well?" That question threw me off, maybe he was just making small talk. I picked up a magazine which he was on the cover of and started thumbing through it.

"I slept well, why? Did you have trouble?" he pulled the magazine out of my grip and leaned down so we were face-to-face.

"I slept better then I have in months." I smiled and cocked my head to the side. I let my eyes roaming over him quickly before making eye contact.

"Really now, I guess your hand is like what, your very best friend now huh?" We kept the eye contact going until he pulled me up on my feet. He stood up straight and turned me around so my back was pressed against him. We were standing in front of a floor length mirror and he wrapped his arms around me.

"I think we need to be a bit clearer on the rules of this bet we have." I watched him look me over, well more at my breasts, men, I swear. I lifted his chin up so he was looking at my face through the mirror.

"Oh really, and what parts are you having trouble with?" his smile, very different from when he was at the store; it was that sly smile, with the eyes that said nothing but lust. Made me wonder was he doing that on the phone last night. He licked his lips and then looked back down at me, well my shirt and started talking.

"This, kissing thing, I mean what am I not allowed to kiss, your lips or any other parts of your body?" When he said lips I saw his hand started heading south and quickly put my hands over my area, causing him to stop in his tracks. I turned around and took a step back.

"Yes that mean lips, both sets, just a dirty old man aren't you?" I walked around him and saw a belt laid out on the couch.

"My sister says you're fighting some guy name JBL, who the hell is that?" I turned around to see him putting his slacks on. He looked down at me and before he could get a word out my sister came running in the room.

"I just met Randy Orton. GIRL! I'm going to faint!" She placed her hand on her forehead and leaned on the door way to dramatically. I rolled my eyes at her and waved my hand at her foolishness, I swear I act older then her most of the time.

"I take it you're having fun Sasha?" Sasha opened her eyes to see Dave was now putting on his matching white suit jacket. She smiled and I couldn't help but laugh at her blushing. I sat down on the couch beside his belt and just watched everything unfold.

"Yes I am Batista-"

"Call me Dave or if you like, The Animal." He wiggled his brows at her and I fell back on the couch and rolled my eyes, but then stopped, was he flirting with her, in front of me, the one he was trying to seduce? I sat up and placed my elbows on my knees and arched a brow. My sister giggled like she was twelve and he smirked at her while putting his shades on. Oh I be damned if I was going to let this happen, I may not like him in that way, but I will not let these too be all flirtatious right in front of me and I'M the reason they are even in the same room!

"The hell you blushing for like a little school girl, I thought you were hung up on the Rodger Orton dude-" My sister stopped smiling quickly and glared at me.

"It's RANDY Orton, and if I have to tell you I'm the oldest and you don't talk to me any kind of way one more time-" I waved my hand at her and sat back.

"Sasha it's only five years, not a lifetime difference, but then again, it may be five years, but your ass look like you're pushing fifty-" Sasha mouth dropped and she started to walk over towards me, but Dave stepped in front of her and I couldn't see a thing.

"Sasha let me talk to her for a second, wait outside the room please-"

"Oh hell no, she's been giving me too much lip-"

"For me? He had his bottom lip poked out and I laughed to myself, he was too much. I know damn well she wasn't going to fall for that lame shit. To my surprise she started smiling and left. My mouth dropped and I laughed louder.

"I can not believe she fell for the pouty lip, that's so damn old-" Dave turned around and walked over to me to get his belt.

"And I can't believe you are jealous." I stood up also and waved him off.

"Jealous, of what? I don't even like you like that-" Dave leaned down and licked my ear.

"That doesn't mean you still don't want me." I flinched causing him to laugh and he walked to the door and opened it. He just stood there looking at me while I thought about what I just let happen.

"Are you coming?" He snapped his fingers and I jumped out of my trance and shook the fog out of my head. I mumbled a yes and followed him out the room.

Wow, poor Sylva. I mean for someone to not want someone, she sure is showing a lot of emotion, letting Dave get to her, getting jealous over her own sister? I mean when is she supposed to start NOT liking this guy? Dave is getting to her and he knows it and he knows he is only a short time away from having her in that hotel room with him. In his mind he thinks he knows he's going to score in the ring tonight, so why not score tonight in the hotel room? You know what, the question is Who's the winner, and even though I'm leaning towards Dave, it's still undecided, so I guess the answer will be answered, next chapter.

Kendra