Chapter 7: Convincing Kane
Batista left Christy's locker room, wiping the sweat from his body.
"Kane!" he called throughout the building.
"He just got off the 'Highlight Reel'. He should be in the locker room," Rosey said, as he, Hurricane and Super Stacy walked past him.
"You would know that, if you stopped having sex with every diva," Super Stacy said, snickering.
"Now I know why I don't like you," Batista said, turning towards them.
"Why?" Hurricane asked.
"I don't like sloppy…seconds," Batista said, turning from them.
Stacy stomped her feet and shrieked. Batista smirked and walked away. He entered the locker room and immediately saw Kane, towel wrapped around his middle. It was impossible to tell whether or not he had already taken his shower.
"Hey, Kane," Batista said, as the door shut behind him.
Kane turned to him, his glare vanished immediately from his face, and it was replaced by a mischievous grin.
"Hey, Dave. What's going on?" he asked, taking in Batista's glistening body.
"Just came by in hopes of asking for a favor," Batista said, shrugging.
Kane sat down on a bench and cocked his head at the Animal.
"What kind of favor?" he asked.
"Will you hear me out? I mean, completely?" Batista asked, sitting next to the Big Red Machine.
Kane thought a minute, but nodded. Batista sighed.
"I just went to Christy Hemme. She wanted to check something with me. We ended up having sex. The favor I am asking, is that remember what we decided before you went out to Jericho? About us being 'friends with benefits'?" Batista asked, looking into Kane's eyes.
"Yeah," Kane said, unsure of where Batista was going.
"I'm not gay, first of all. And I would like to know, if Christy could join us tonight. You know, have a threesome?" Batista said, looking away from Kane.
Kane was silent for a long time. Finally, he lifted Batista's chin with his finger, and leaned in, his lips meeting Batista's. After they broke off, Batista tried to lighten the mood.
"Is that a yes?" he asked.
Kane looked at him, and smiled.
"It's whatever you want it to be," he said.
"Then it will be a yes," Batista said, chuckling.
"Just promise me one thing," Kane said.
"What?" Batista asked, leaning in.
"Promise me you will remember who is recently divorced," Kane whispered, as Batista's hand found his crotch, and his lips found Kane's.