A Sight for Sore Eyes

Nervousness wasn't something Dave Batista did, ever; after all, she was just a girl. But it was something about this girl that made him feel things that he didn't think that he was capable of. Dave had gone from giddy to anxious, from self conscience to nervous, not to mention a thousand other emotions, all within the span of 10 minutes. What he couldn't understand the most, was why he wasn't nervous when he spoke with her on the phone. Over the course of the week leading up to her visit, Dave and Britain talked everyday, sometimes twice a day, and he found her just as easy to talk to as he ever did. He had seen her naked for God's sake, what was there to be so noid about?

"GQ, sit the fuck down." John laughed looking up from his Gameboy Advance SP. He had been watching Dave pace the locker-room for the last few minutes and it was throwing off his game. "I ain't never seen you so fuckin' pressed over a female."

Dave huffed and looked at his watch again. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and thumbed through the screens to make sure he hadn't gotten any messages. For all he knew, she could have called already, but he didn't have reception in the bowels of the arena that they were in.

"Bro…your shit didn't ring." Randy sat back against the couch and laughed. "I can't wait to meet this chick. She better be all that, because she's got you acting like …"

"A punk ass bitch." Hunter finished the sentence for Randy and bucked up when he saw Dave stick his chest out in annoyance. "You want some? I'll fuck you up before your girl gets here."

Dave looked at his friends and tried to remember why they were his friends. He knew any one of those guys would take a bullet for him and vice versa, but if it just so happened that sniper came into the Evolution locker-room at that moment, they would all be up shit's creek.

"Fuck you." Dave said with a smile to Hunter before flipping him the bird.

He leaned back on the chair and tried to calm himself down as he waited for her call.

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Britain Weis looked at the Mapquest directions again and talked to herself. She had passed the same street three times already and couldn't figure out why the directions had her cut across one street and down another when she could've just stayed on the street she on to begin with. This was by far the most trouble that she had ever gone through for a man. But, if these four days were going to be anything like they were in California, it was going to be well worth it.

As she passed the sign for the arena, she tried to control how much she was smiling. Her heartbeat started to increase and she could feel her palms sweating. She was excited to see him; she never got excited to see a guy. But a part of her couldn't help but to wonder if he would different around his friends. Guys had a tendency of treating her one of two ways around their friends: either they treated her like she was a whore or they completely ignored her. Dave didn't strike her as either type of guy, but he was a guy and she wasn't ruling anything out. She had already made up her mind that she was going to cautious, but not to the point of not getting any. As she punched the numbers in for his cell phone Britain made a promise to herself, I'm not gonna get caught up.

"Hello? Shit…hold on. If you touch me again, I'm fucking you up." Dave's deep voice rang through her cell as he threatened Randy's life. "Hello?"

"Hi. I'm here, I think." She looked around the dark arena lot that was already filling up with cars.

Dave breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to pick her up from the airport, but her flight got in after he had to be at work. "You need to find the security entrance; I already gave them your name, so you can get on that lot." He started to walk down the hall toward the security desk. "I'll wait outside for you."

"Ok. I'll see you in few minutes." Britain hung up her phone and drove around until she found her destination. As she hitched her purse on her shoulder, she happened to catch a glimpse of him standing there with his back to her. She walked on the ball of her feet so that she wouldn't make any noise and as soon as she was close to him, she poked him in his shoulder and then ducked around to the side he didn't turn toward.

Dave caught her out of the corner of his eye and a large smile spread across his face. She was absolutely stunning. She wore tight black bell-bottom pants complete with these heels that he couldn't wait to test out. She had a green baby doll top, that was tight at the top and opened underneath her breastbone to expose her stomach, giving him more of that belly bracelet that he had grown accustomed to. Her hair was up, but there were a few tendrils of long black waves hanging down. He didn't know what he wanted to do first, kiss her or touch her soft hair. But when she smiled at him and those beautiful eyes shined, he couldn't help but to cock his head to the side.

"Still blushing I see." Britain sized him up in a second. She thought he was delicious naked, but good Lord the man looked just as good clothed. He wore a blue suit that was tailor made for his large body with a pinstripe shirt that was so crisp she was surprised it wasn't cutting his neck. He had on diamond cuff links and a Rolex…he just looked like the business man that you'd sleep with to close the deal. We're supposed to be taking this slow, remember?

Dave reached out and took her by the hand. "Did you have a good flight?"

She nodded and looked around the parking lot. She noticed all of the fans standing near the security barricades looking at him. Women were holding up signs, screaming his name…she hadn't been around this scene in years and suddenly all of it came rushing back. Britain's demeanor changed almost instantly. Just being there, at a wrestling show, brought back memories that she swore she would never think about again. Her discomfort must have been written on her face, but Dave said something about it. "You nervous?" He raised his brow when she nodded. "Come on, they're gonna love you."

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Dave knocked on the Evolution locker-room door and stuck his head in. "Everybody decent?"

"These assholes have never been decent." Ric laughed, dodging wads of paper being thrown at him from the others.

Dave narrowed his eyes at his friends before opening the door wider. He noticed how their eyes widened and their jaws dropped when she walked in the room. She had that affect on people. "Guys this is Britain." He turned to Britain and squeezed her hand a little tighter. "Britain these are the guys. This is Hunter."

Hunter nodded at her and offered a smirk. "Hey." She guessed he wasn't the friendliest of people, but screw him.

"This is Ric Flair." Dave looked over at Ric who was smiling and nodding his head. He knew he would never hear the end of it from Ric.

As soon as Ric saw her, he tilted his head to the side in question. It wasn't until she dropped her eyes did he recognize her face. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Ric said stepping forward to shake her hand.

Britain's voice was soft when she spoke to him; she never thought in a million years that she would set eyes on him again. "I don't know if you remember me, but I met you before. I use to hang out with some of the guys from the nWo. Mostly with Luger, Steiner and Bagwell." God, she hated saying that name.

Ric raised his brow and offered her a smile. He wasn't going to bring up anything about what he remembered. Instead, Ric shook his head and played innocent. "You have to forgive me. I've taken one too many bumps to the head." Ric finally let go of her hand. "Was I nice to you?"

"Very." Even if he didn't remember, she did.

Dave shook his head and gave John "the eye" indicating that he would need to tone down his John-like behavior in front of his guest. "The idiot brothers over here are John Cena and Randy Orton."

John stepped forward and took her hand, never taking his eyes off of her. "What's up?"

"Not much." She smiled at him. John was pretty, not as pretty as Dave, but he was pretty. He was more rugged looking, with a square chin that held the cutest little dimple and these gorgeous blue eyes and sandy brown hair. He had a massive body too. Damn…X would have a fucking field day.

"Hi, I'm Randy." Randy said extending his hand. He made his voice deeper and gave her a cocky grin when she smiled at him.

"It's nice to meet you Randy." If Britain hadn't met Dave, she would've fucked Randy without question. He reminded her of Dave. He was big, about an inch shorter and maybe 50 pounds lighter, but their builds were the same and where Dave had warm brown eyes, Randy's were an intense blue. John was hot, but she didn't really like blondes, she liked her men tall, dark, and handsome; just like Randy and Dave.

"Is there a restroom?" She turned to Dave and smiled. Being around that many fine ass men made her start to sweat. She needed to check her pits to make sure she wasn't funking up the place.

Dave nodded and stepped in closer to her. He leaned over her shoulder, so that his arm was touching hers and pointed to a door. "It's right through there." He spoke softly and right into her ear, feeling the heat from her shoulder near his face. He wanted to touch her, but he didn't want to hear their mouths about it.

"Thanks."

They all watched as she made her way across the room and closed the door behind her. Dave closed his eyes, he knew what was coming. When he reopened them, he was greeted by all eyes on him in disbelief.

"Damn!" John yelled. "You hit that yet?" That's all he really cared about, was everyone hitting it. In his mind, they had to use their stardom for something, why not use it for meaningless sex?

Dave looked at John in total disgust. "I'm not answering that."

"How the fuck can he have a fucking belt and not bang chicks like that?" Randy said pointing to John. "I'm in fucking Evolution and I don't score chicks like that. This is bullshit." Randy had his hands on hips and was shaking his head trying to figure how come he wasn't getting ass as attractive as Britain's. "Hunt you need to use your powers and hook that shit up."

Dave didn't respond verbally to Randy, instead he walked up behind the smaller man and grabbed his arm, pulling it tightly behind his back.

"Fuck man…ok, ok, ok…I give. I give, shit. Let me go Dave…let me go." Randy whined in a half-pained, half-laughter filled voice. He tried to reach around to grab Dave, but it was to no avail.

"You are going to behave while she's here, got it. You are not going to embarrass me." Before Dave could inflict anymore pain, the bathroom door opened again. He let go of Randy's arm but whispered in his ear. "I can kick your ass, don't forget that."

Randy looked at Britain and smiled. "You're boyfriend's a pussy." He turned around, punched Dave in the arm, and then ran out the room.

Dave shook his head. He was sure he was going to die from embarrassment at any moment. He was already nervous enough having her there, but then they had to be acting like assholes, not that he would have expected anything less. But when he looked up and noticed her laughing, suddenly the butterflies seemed to settle. He looked at her from across the room and paid no attention to Hunter telling him that they needed to go shoot a skit for the upcoming segment. Dave only nodded in response to Hunter as he walked across the floor toward her. "I didn't say hi to you did I?"

Britain shook her head and poked out her bottom lip. "Nope."

"Hello." Dave slowly leaned down and let his thumb trace her jaw. Her lips felt exactly the way he remembered them. Her breath was minty fresh; if he didn't know better he would have sworn she had just brushed her teeth in the bathroom. Her tongue was still soft and playfully poked out of her mouth as it touched his. He felt her hands smooth their way inside of his suit jacket and then settle on his butt as she kissed him back. He forgot that he was supposed to be working...all he could think about were her lips.

"Bro, you comin'?" Randy poked his head back in the locker-room. He couldn't resist making kissing noises, bringing John and Hunter to the door with his antics. They watched as Dave and Britain paid no attention to them at all. "Dude, you ain't going off to war. Come the fuck on."

"Hi." She said softly pulling away from him. When he kissed her again she swore her eyes were sweating. She could definitely get use to this. But the sounds of his impatient friends made her laugh in his mouth. "You should go."

"I'll be back in few minutes." He stole a few more kisses before groaning and walking out the room.

"Aye mi dios." Oh my God. Britain thought her face was going to burst into flames because she was blushing so hard. She looked around and was suddenly embarrassed to know that John was still sitting there. "You don't have to go, too?"

"Nah. Dave put me on Britain watch."

"I don't need a babysitter." She raised her brow at John and decided she loved his smile.

He shrugged. "Too bad, you got me. You wanna look around or somethin'?"

She nodded. "Is Chris Jericho here? I haven't seen him in years."

"I don't know if that's a good idea, B. He's been havin' a fuckin' bitch fit all night." John opened the door and watched as Britain walked through it. He shook his head…Dave was his friend, but damn...

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Britain stood at the door with John and looked over at him as he shrugged his shoulders. She motioned her head for John to knock on the door and then narrowed her eyes at him when he shook his head and took a few steps back. She turned back toward the door and held her breath, trying to hear what he was yelling about.

"This is bullshit. Why the fuck I gotta do this dumb shit?" Chris Jericho yelled to himself in the small room he was standing in. From what Britain could tell, he was really pissed about the script he had been given because he was running is fingers through his hair and gasping at whatever he was reading. "All the fucking years I've put into this business and he wants me to do this shit?"

Britain pushed the door open a little and stepped inside. "Now Cupcake, you know anger's not good for your blood pressure." She waited until she saw his head pop up and then she smiled.

"Holy shit." Jericho turned around and his face softened instantly. "Britain? Oh my God, Buttercup…" He engulfed her in a hug that was so tight he swore he could hear her back crack.

John stood in the doorway with a confused look on his face. "Buttercup?" He said to himself laughing.

Jericho pulled away to look her over. "You look great. I haven't seen you since…"

"Since I left. I know." She couldn't take her eyes off of him. She missed him so much. Jericho was truly one of the best friends she had ever had. "I'm sorry I didn't make it to your wedding. But I just…I hope you and Jess understood."

Jericho nodded. "I know, if you could've, you would have been there." He led her over to a chair and sat with her. He couldn't believe she was sitting there with him, five years later. "So how ya been? What are you doing here?"

"I'm good now." She knew right away that he would understand what she meant without her having to explain, but now came the tricky part. Jericho had always been overprotective of her, but if nothing else, she valued his opinion. "I'm here with Dave…Batista?"

He paused and then lifted his eyes and smiled. "He's a good guy."

"Yeah?" If Jericho believed it, then it had to be true. She couldn't even remember all of the advice he had given her in the past that she didn't listen to. His opinion meant more to her now than it ever had before.

He touched her hand and nodded. "Yeah. He hangs with some shady characters, but he's pretty decent." Jericho looked up at John and smiled. "Look, I gotta go do this bullshit, but are you gonna be around?"

"I'm here for four days I think? Maybe we can have lunch or something."

Jericho leaned over and hugged her again, followed by a kiss on her cheek. "I can't believe how good it is to see you. I'll catch up with you later." He walked past John and raised his brow. "Asshole."

John turned back to Britain amazed. "I ain't never seen him act like that in my life. What the fuck you got on him and how can I can use it?"

Britain laughed as she walked down the hallway with Cena. She instantly liked him. "I can't give away all the secrets…well maybe, if the price is right."

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"Good Lord." Britain gasped as she entered the Evolution locker-room. She didn't know where to look first. All she knew was there were big men with big muscles, standing there half naked. It was like a smorgasbord for her eyes and she knew she was going to start salivating and dry humping at any moment. She felt like she was in a wild porno fantasy.

She had only left John for a few minutes to catch the beginning of Jericho's match from the monitor just behind the stage. When she returned to the room, she had no idea that they would all be dressed for their in ring appearances.

Randy had the best thighs she had ever seen in her life. Dave's thighs were lickable, but Randy's made her groin ache. She didn't even know what she wanted to do to them, but she just wanted to touch them. Her eyes darted to Hunter. She didn't like his face, mainly because he was scowling, but he had an ass on him that she could bounce a quarter off of. And then there was John, with that chest and that Jockey underwear hinting from the waist of his baggy shorts. She had already started to build the perfect man in her mind, how she wanted to take a little piece of them all and create her Adonis. And then Dave walked out of the bathroom.

Britain thought she was going to have a heart attack. She touched her hand to her forehead and closed her eyes. "You need to wear those everyday. Nothing else, just those. Every. Fucking. Day." Those little trunks…how she wanted to rip them off with her teeth.

Dave felt himself blush, especially when he heard John laugh. "You like these?" He was turning on the sex appeal, not that it had ever been turned off. He walked over to her and stood his half naked self directly in front of her. "I got 'em in all different colors."

She nodded rapidly. "Oh yeah. I want these on you tonight." She walked a circle around him, appraising how each one of his muscles rippled, how his butt fit in those trunks so well. She couldn't resist running her hand across the tattoo on his back and casually let her hand continue to roam around him until she was standing in front of him again. She motioned for him to lean down to her and she licked his earlobe before she whispered in it. "You are gonna get so laid tonight."