(see Chapter 1 for disclaimers)

Chapter 4

In Evolution's dressing room…

Triple H and Randy Orton walk into the dressing room. They had a tag team match against Chris Benoit and Shelton Benjamin. Judging from the smiles on their faces, they won the match. Already in the dressing room are Ric Flair and Batista.

"So wanna hit the clubs later?" Randy asks Trips.

"Not tonight. I got a date." Hunter replies with a cocky grin.

Randy immediately knows what he is talking about and plasters on a grin.

"You think it's going to happen tonight?"

"God I hope so." Hunter sighs. " I don't know how long I can play 'good guy' without wanting to hurl. Speaking which…" He turns to Batista. "I owe you an Oscar. That was some mighty nice work you did making me look good."

"So what's my prize for my deed?" Batista asks.

"How about a piece of that pie?" Hunter offers.

Batista frowns at the idea.

"I don't do leftovers." he states.

"Aww come on!" Hunter tells him. "What's wrong with wanting to share the best with my friends?"

"Come on, big man. We gotta go." Ric tells Batista.

Randy waits until Ric and Batista leave before speaking again.

"You know, those crisp bills would look nice in this wallet." he says as he takes out his Italian leather wallet and waves in front of Triple H's face.

Hunter laughs as he playfully bats away the wallet.

"And Nidia's going to look real good allover my bed." he says smiling. "I have this night all planned out. Dinner. A little wine. Some sweet words. Chicks love sappy shit. And then…" Hunter waggles his eyebrow, letting Randy fill in the rest with his thoughts.

Randy puts on an amused expression. "And then I'll get my $300."

"Women can't resist me. Nidia's no different. So you keep dreaming about that chump change while I'm fucking her though the mattress." Hunter rebuffs. "You know what they say about those Latin women."

"She's Puerto Rican."

"Puerto Rican. Latin. Same pussy and I'm getting some."

Randy laughs then looks at his watch.

"How long is it going to take you to get dressed?" he asks.

"Give me about 20-30 to get ready." Hunter tells him.

"Damn that long?"

"It takes some time to look this good."

In the back of his mind, Randy knows that he's right. He tells the leader of Evolution that he has some business to take care of then walks out. First place he goes is to the Women's locker room. He doesn't knock, he just opens the door then walks right on in. Screams and gasps can be heard from the Divas.

"You Neanderthal! Don't you know how to knock!?!" Molly Holly shouts as she cinches the towel a little tighter to her body.

"Shut up and grow some fucking hair!" Randy shouts back while scanning the room.

"What the hell do you want, Randall? " Stacy asks in disdain. How dare this Evolution scumbag enter her domain she thinks.

"I'm looking for Nidia." Randy announces. He stays close to the door in case the divas decide to attack.

"She's not here. So leave!" Molly tells him. His comment made her so mad that she's wishing for him to say another derogatory statement so that she could scratch his eyes out.

"You men are just evil!" Victoria hisses at the Evolution member. "Tell Hunter to leave her alone. Nidia doesn't need his poison."

With wild eyes, Randy looks around the room. The divas slowly approached him, ready to rip him apart as soon as he moved.

"Why did I even come here?" he ponders. A sweat drop slowly slides down the side of his face. He nervously licks his lips as he tries to come up with a plan that won't involve him losing his man parts.

Just then the door opens. Randy spins and breathes a sigh of relief when he sees that it is Nidia.

"Nidia!" he gasps in relief. "I was looking for you."

"Why?" she asks bluntly.

He didn't want to talk to her while he was surrounded by the bitch squad so he takes Nidia by the arm and ushers out of the locker room. Once they are down the hall, Nidia plants her feet then yanks her arm out of Randy's grip.

"What's your problem?" she says in an annoyed tone.

"Did you agree to a date with Hunter tonight?" Randy asks. He glances around to make sure that they were not followed.

"'What's it to you anyway?" Nidia snaps back at him.

Randy rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Look, just do yourself a favor and don't get caught up."

"Huh?" Again Nidia decides to play dumb. Randy's sudden concern is starting to creep her out.

"Stop acting like you don't know!" Randy sneers. "It doesn't do anything for you."

"Why do you care if I go out with Hunter or not? Are you jealous?"

Randy takes a slow breath before talking again. If he could, he would have slapped her for that comment.

"You know what? Fine! I don't care anymore! You're on your own."

Randy walks away. It takes all of his willpower to keep that smirk from showing.

Nidia slowly counts to 10 as she tries to calm down. Who does Randy Orton thinks he is? He can't just come around and throw random vague quotes at her and expect her top believe him! And what is she suppose to do about Triple H? He's so nice to her yet everyone is telling her how much of a scum slut he is. And what about Molly? He sleeps with her and then…and then….

She lets out a frustrated sigh before storming down the hall.

Later…

Hunter is putting the finishing touches to his attire when he gets a knock at the door.

"Hold your damn horses." he mumbles as he walks over to the door and answers it.

On the other side is a production assistant. He looks at Hunter with fear in his eyes and in his hand is a note.

"Nidia told me to give this to you." He says in an unsteady voice. He gives Hunter the note and walks as fast as his shaky legs can get him away.

Hunter glances at the PA then back at the note he had been given. He unfolds the note and reads it:

Dear Hunter,

I'm sorry but I can't go out with you tonight. Something came up and I had to leave. I want to make it up to you next week on me.

xoxox

Nidia

"Damn…."