Disclaimer: Anything recognizable, belongs not to me.

Spoilers: Nothing current.. Altering a few matches were some pay-per-views are concerned..

Summary: Things get shaken up when the WWE starts an inter-gender division.

Notes: Nothing that hasn't been said already…

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While Torrie and Stacy set off to find the bathroom, the others secured the necessary tables and or booths to accommodate them all. Usually, they'd just take over a few tables and that would be that. But this particular evening, they found that option out of the picture. And it wasn't really the size of the group, but the crowd that was in the club. In the end they ended up splitting between two booths and one table. And even if that did lead to cramped seating arrangements.. Realistically they had no other options. Rob, Eddie, Edge, Chris and John were the lucky ones who actually got to sit down by the time Stacy and Torrie returned. That left the Diva's with one of two options- find a lap or stand. Dawn opted for the former, settling herself on Latino Heat's lap just as a waitress approached to take drink orders. Rob offered his lap to his own inter-gender partner, Edge following suit with the leggy blonde. And while Victoria and Lita were about ready to just stand; Dawn quite ordered them both to just take a seat. The raven haired Diva squished on the very corner of the booth cushion, squishing Chris, Dawn and Eddie in the process.

"Look, Dawn.. It's really not a big deal." Lita tossed her hair over her shoulder, "I'll just stand."

Dawn raised an eyebrow, "Li.. Just take a seat. We can't order anything until you do that."

Lita glared at her friend, weighing her slim options none the less. If it were a friend, she really wouldn't have a problem. But, John Cena was not her friend. And as such, she did have a problem.

"I ain't gonna bite ya," John stated when the redhead regarded him hesitantly. "Come on, what's the big deal?"

Dawn sighed patiently, "Li.. Just sit down so the rest of us can order."

The redhead smiled thinly, perching on the edge of John's lap. "No funny business, Cena."

"I promise," he stated solemnly, resting his palms flat on the table. "An' I'll even keep my hands where you can see 'em."

Lita ignored the brown haired man for the moment, leaning her elbows on the table. "I'll take a strawberry margarita please."

"Alright, so Thursday morning.." Victoria glanced around when the last drink order had been placed. "We have to be in Stamford.."

"And we get to board a bus!" Chris rolled his eyes, settling his back against the booth. "You'd think we were heading to summer camp or something."

"Well, in a way we kinda are." Stacy chewed on her lower lip, bridging her hands on the table. "I mean.. we're gonna be at training camp, remember?"

"Training camp for what?" Lita rolled her eyes, "We already know what we're supposed to do when we get in a ring."

"Duh," Rob shook his head, "Sure, we all know what we're supposed to do, but this is going to be an inter-gender division. You girls need to get used to wrestling against us guys."

"Plus, while some of you may have had more training," Torrie glanced between the redhead and the raven haired Diva's, "Not all of us have. Sure, Fit's done a lot but.. You both have me on experience."

"Exactly," Edge sent a mischievous look to the redhead, "The other part of camp is so we can get to know our partner better. Remember what Stephanie said: harmony and unity."

John snorted, "Bro, that is the last thing I'm looking forward to.. Trish has been nothing but a bitch an' it ain't even been a whole week.."

"That's because she just is," Lita stated solemnly. "She used to be pretty cool though."

"Used to be.. That is the key and operative phrase." Chris scowled momentarily, "But whatever.. Just ignore her. That'll piss her off more than anything."

"That's what I've been doin'," John shrugged his shoulders slightly. "I mean, if she wants to be a bitch, then she can be a bitch. I don' really care."

Dawn beamed, "Now that's the spirit.." the brunette Diva sent the redhead a look, "Now why can't you and Randy just get along?"

The redhead nearly choked on a pretzel, "Well duh.. Randy and his ego are just too close to allow any new friendships. Please Dawn, he's a prick.. I can't stand him, he can't stand me."

Stacy inclined her chin, "So what are you two gonna do about the title belts?"

"What do you mean?" Lita pursed her lips, using a half eaten pretzel piece as a gesturing tool. "I'm not gonna let that asshole keep me from holdin' another belt. I mean, no offense to any of y'all. But just because he's a self absorbed, jerk doesn't mean we can't work together."

Dawn snickered, an all knowing glint in her eyes. "Or until he just learns that it's your way or the highway, right?"

Lita waved it off, "Please.. It won't come down to that 'cos I'm not like that. We'll get to a truce eventually… or I'll just rip his head off."

Victoria snorted in disbelief, "You aren't like that? Please Li, you almost took his head off earlier at the pre-show meeting."

"Yeah?" Lita shook her head, "He was just askin' for it then."

"He did deserve it," Rob pointed out calmly. "Asshole deserves a hell of a lot more.. Punk needs to be put in his place."

"And he will," Chris reminded the Battle Creek native, "Remember? There's that sixteen man battle royal for the number one contender to his Intercontinental Title."

"Which should be mine," John stated with a smirk, "If it hadn't a been for Batista an' Flair.. Man, I'd still be champ."

"Who else is entered?" Torrie sent a look between the two booths, "I'm guessing Chris, Edge, Rob and John.. Right?"

The New York native nodded in confirmation, "Big Joke, Kane, Chumpstain, Shelton, Mick Foley, Steven Richards, the Hurricane, Matt Hardy, Kenzo, Booker and some mystery guy who's coming up from O.V.W."

Lita stretched out her arms, nodding to Victoria as she spoke. "I wouldn't be too surprised if there's a match between you an' Trish for the number one contenders spot."

"Or a four way.." the raven haired Diva stated thoughtfully, "Me, Trish, Molly and Jazz."

"That too," the redhead conceded with a roll of her shoulders. "Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if they did another battle royal. I mean, there's you four, plus Jackie an' Nidia."

The raven haired woman nodded, "We'll find out I guess.. I mean, with the rosters joined, the women's division is stronger now."

Dawn snorted, "So long as they don't schedule too many bra and panties matches and shit like that.. I'm actually thankful for being included in the women's division."

The Sanford resident shuddered, "If they make me defend that belt in a bra and panties match.. So help me God…" she trailed off, sending a quizzical look to Eddie. "Hey you.. What's up? Why're you bein' so quiet?"

Latino Heat grimaced, "That match with Chris, mamacita. That was the first time we've wrestled.. And mama? I got sore muscles in places I didn't know I had."

Dawn's eyes flooded with concern, "Eddie.. Why didn't you say anything? We could've just stayed in tonight."

"Yeah, Eddie why didn't you say anything?" Chris sighed over dramatically, "We could've spent the evening in instead of being dragged here."

"Anyway.." Lita slipped off her perch, "I'm gonna use the facilities since the drinks haven't gotten here yet.. I'll be back."

……..

Not long after the redhead disappeared, did their ordered drinks arrive at the tables. But since she didn't know that and since she really had to use the bathroom, she kept on. Granted yes, she did have to wait.. Lord knew why there were always less women's bathrooms than men's. Part of her was tempted to just barge into the men's bathroom, but for whatever reasons or another, she didn't. Instead, she waited and none too patiently at that. Eventually though, she made it into the bathroom and once she was done she was more than ready to head back to the booths. Lita would be thwarted, however, she just exiting the bathroom to run head on into a soft wall. The redheaded Diva had just started offering an apology when she noticed who that wall was.

"Fancy seein' you here," she quipped dryly. "Would you mind movin' now?"

Randy smirked, "And just why would I want to do that? There's no one here to stop me, no one here to tell me what I can and can't do."

"Asshole," she hissed through clenched teeth. "We're not even on work hours, nowhere near an arena.. Just get out of my way and leave me alone."

He stepped to the side, seemingly allowing her to pass.. But she had just moved an inch when his hand closed over her forearm.

"What in the hell are you doing?"

The Legend Killer yanked her closer to him, "I think you and I need to have a little talk.. About the way our 'partnership' is going to be run."

The redhead squirmed, "I really don't feel like havin' that conversation with you right now. Come to think of it? I really don't think it's necessary."

His grip tightened on her arm, "Why not? You sure don't seem busy."

Lita's eyes narrowed, "On the contrary, Orton. I'm here with friends.. An' I'd really like to get back to them."

"They can wait," he replied casually. "This can't."

"I think it can," she tried to wrench her arm free, "And if you don't let me go, I will hurt you."

Randy scoffed, his grip tightening a fraction more. "What can you do to me?"

Lita arched an eyebrow, "I can ensure that you never produce offspring."

Blue eyes narrowed, "Look, Lita. We've already established a few things.. Mainly that you don't like me, I don't like you.. We both hate this stupid partnership. But since we can't do anything about it, I figured I'd offer you a few options to make this a little more.. Pleasant."

She clenched her jaw, squaring her shoulders as she did so. "I really don't want to know what your options are, Orton."

"Too bad," he pulled sharply on her arm, dragging her behind him as he ducked out of a side door. "I really have no problem being an asshole to you, but in spite of that? I'm willing to compromise if you are."

Lita regarded him with suspicion, "An' just what are the terms? Hmm? That I follow you around like you follow Hunter? That I become your 'bitch'?" the Diva sneered, "Keep dreaming, jerk. Because it ain't gonna happen."

"Please, you might be good enough to be my tag partner, but you aren't anywhere close to being-"

"Like I'd want to be." She rolled her eyes, attempting again to free her arm from his iron grip. "Get over yourself you twit. You aren't God's gift to women."

He raised an eyebrow, "Yeah? I have a whole table full of beautiful women who will say otherwise by the time this night is over."

She smiled wryly, "Then why are you wastin' your breath on little ole' me, hmm?"

"Because we aren't done talking yet." His grip slacked for a moment, "I told you, I was willing to compromise.. But if you're just gonna be a bitch then-"

"I hate to break it to you," she cut him off with a smirk, "But you're more of a bitch than I am."

Randy smiled darkly and Lita prepared herself for the impending blow.

"Is there something wrong?" Dave Batista questioned smoothly, his hand wrapped around Randy's wrist.

Randy forced a calm smile on his face, "Nothing at all man, why?"

The D.C. native glanced skeptically between the other two, "Uh huh.. So why do you have a death grip on her arm?"

"Because he's an asshole, that's why."

Batista let out a short sigh, his eyes pinned sharply on Randy. "Look, Hunter's starting to question why it's taken you this long to use the damn bathroom. And after what happened earlier? I really don't think he'd want to know why."

The Legend Killer rolled his eyes, "I'm sure Hunter would understand-"

"I don't think so." Batista replied shortly, "Now why don't you just let her go."

"What the hell is your problem?" Randy scoffed finally easing his grip on the redheads arm. "Why do you care about what happens to her?"

"That's really none of your business, Randy.. But if you want to know?" Batista released Randy's wrist. "Hunter thought it would be best if someone keeps an eye on her."

The Legend Killer snorted, "Why? She's not much good to Evolution anyway."

"Hello?" Lita spoke up, her eyes sparking angrily. "Still here asshole."

Randy glared at the Diva, "This isn't over yet. You're gonna learn, one way or another Lita."

The Diva tossed her hair over her shoulder, "Fuck off, jerk. If I could get another partner, believe me- I would."

Randy smiled thinly, "And I would be more than happy to assist you." With a short nod to Batista, Randy left the small alley, leaving the door ajar for the remaining two.

Batista shook his head when Randy left, turning his attention to the redheaded Diva. "Are you alright?"

Quite gingerly, she rubbed her arm. "I'll be fine." A short sigh escaped her then, "Thanks.."

The D.C. native shrugged indifferently, "Like I said.. Hunter was questioning why it had taken Randy so long."

"I know," she shrugged all the same. "But for what it's worth.. Thank you. I don't know what would've happened if you hadn't shown up."

He nodded, gesturing to the door then. "Your friends were also wondering why it had taken you so long to use the bathroom."

She raised an eyebrow, "Are you guys spying on me or something?"

Dave chuckled softly, "No.. but when I was heading this way, I overheard .. Dawn I think, going on and on about how you probably tried to climb out of the window."

Lita laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I was tempted to.. But, as you saw, I didn't quite make it."

He nodded, holding the door open for her. "Yeah well.. Like I also said- Hunter wants someone to keep an eye on you."

"And that someone would be you, I take it?" Lita smirked, "Thanks.. But no thanks.. I can take care of myself."

He shook his head, "Not an option.. Hunter knows how much of an ass Randy can be. Hell, Hunter's been a pretty big influence where that's concerned. Point being- Randy may not realize how much of an asset you are to Evolution, but Hunter does."

"Ahh.." she nodded in understanding, "So Hunter is just having you keep an eye on me to insure his assets?" She rolled her eyes as they walked through the small hallway leading to the club. "I almost feel like a stock investment."

Dave smiled wryly, "Well in a way you are.. I mean, you're the woman's champion.. You and Randy are going after the Inter-Gender belts.."

"And since everyone in Evolution has a purpose.." she finished with a nod, "Yeah I got it."

Dave nodded shortly, "Here's a tip for you though- Randy's got a temper to match yours.. Or so I've heard about yours anyway. One of you is gonna have to give a little."

She snorted, "Well it ain't gonna be me. I refuse to bend to that ass kissing, egotistical, jerk."

He held up his hands in mock defense, "Just a suggestion, alright?" Dave ran a hand over his hair. "Try to stay out of trouble.. I don't feel like playin' bodyguard all night."

Lita batted her eyelashes innocently, "I'll try my best.."

Dave shook his head in response, offering a short wave to the redhead as they parted ways.

"There you are!" Dawn declared when the redhead appeared. "What took you so long?"

Lita smiled shakily, "I kinda got held up."

Chris eyed her skeptically, "Held up?"

The redhead rolled her eyes, "Chill out Chris, I'm fine." She tossed her hair over her shoulder, "Where's my margarita?"

The blonde man smiled sheepishly, "Well we weren't sure when you were coming back.. And we couldn't just let it sit there."

"Thanks a lot," Lita drawled sardonically, "Really you guys- I truly appreciate it."

Dawn waved it off nonchalantly, "Well now that you're back.. Let's dance!" She scooted out of the booth, grabbing the redhead by the elbow on her way to the dance floor.

Torrie and Stacy followed suit, Victoria opting to sit this one out.

John, Chris and Rob caught the masked wince on the redhead's face, Rob's eyes narrowing in suspicion as the two Diva's proceeded to dance.

"Something's wrong." the Battle Creek native stated with a frown. "And I want to know what."

Chris nodded in agreement, "But she won't tell us.. So, unless we can con her into telling us?"

"I know that," Rob rolled his eyes, settling back in the booth. "It's bad enough already that she has to put up with that asshole's shit.."

"Hide me," Lita pleaded as she quite snuck over to the booth. "Please? Dawn hasn't realized I'm gone yet."

Chris raised an eyebrow, "Will you tell us what's wrong?"

The redhead scoffed, "There's nothing wrong."

"Uh huh," Rob shook his head, "Then why were you trying to hide some pretty damn obvious pain?"

"I have no idea as to what you're-" she winced when a hand closed very lightly over her arm. "Talking about."

John raised an eyebrow, releasing her arm as he spoke. "Now, it really ain't any of our business.. In particular, it ain't any of my business. But, what happened?"

She scowled, "Nothing happened alright? I just got my arm caught in the door."

Chris snorted in disbelief, grabbing the redhead's hand. "Caught in the door, my ass." He stood up then, gently forcing her to sit down while he pushed up her shirt sleeve.

"What are you doing?"

"Shush," Chris commanded as he examined her arm. "Right.. So door's have hands? Because I might be mistaken, but this looks like someone's handprint on your arm."

Lita frowned, "It's not a big deal alright?" She yanked her arm back, elbowing John in the process. "Sorry."

"I'm alright," he reassured the Diva, taking a moment to examine her arm for himself. "But are you?"

"I'll be perfectly fine," Lita let out a sigh, "Don't worry about me, okay? Either one of you." She sent a pointed look between Rob and Chris. "I'm fine."

The blonde man opened his mouth to retort, only to be cut off when Dawn Marie came back to the booth. The brunette Diva proceeded to grab John, Lita, Chris and Rob; subsequently dragging the four to the dance floor with her. One trip later found Eddie, Victoria and Edge on the dance floor, the New Jersey native quite demanding they just dance and have fun. The redhead found herself sharing a dance first with Rob, then with Chris.. Then Eddie before she switched back to Rob. But, by the time the were ready to call it a night, the most steady of her dance partners, had been John. The run in with Randy was at the back of her mind by that point, the redhead focusing for once on what the future held. Her position in Evolution, unfortunately, seemed permanent. But that didn't mean she couldn't make Randy's life a living hell in the process.