Chapter 13:
Monday Night RAW: one week before Bad Blood
Soraya emerged from Benoit's locker room dressed and ready to compete. She wore her usual black wrestling tights and boots, with her customized white shirt with Survivor written across the chest in black Edwardian script. Her blonde hair fell loose around her shoulders, while her eyes were glittering dangerously as they fell on her ordered tag team partner for the night.
"Let's just get through this." She muttered through grit teeth.
"Hey, I'm not any happier about this than you are." Randy Orton rolled his eyes, adjusting the Intercontinental Championship that rested upon his shoulder.
"You have a match at Bad Blood against Shelton Benjamin. This is an excellent prep match for you; therefore you have a right to be pleased with the match-up." She pointed out. "While I do not like Victoria, I'm not in the Fatal Fourway, so this isn't my ideal situation right now."
"Why not, you seem to enjoy being around Evolution?" Randy sneered.
"Correction, I like talking to Ric, Hunter and Dave, you're nothing but a conceited jackass who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth." She scoffed. "I won't deny your talent Randy, but it's your father's legacy that got you here in the first place. There are others of us, who have had to work their asses off to get where we are. I still have no title reign to show for it."
"Well maybe you shouldn't suck then." He retorted in irritation.
Her eyes smoldered into a deep jade color as she whirled on him. "You listen to me, you snot nosed punk," She drilled her finger into his chest. "I've had enough of your immature attitude. So just shut up and stay out of my way once we're out there."
"Wow, not only is she an unattractive stick figure, but she's a bitch underneath it." He mock whistled as though impressed. "Tell me, where do you put that big of an attitude?"
"Two words for ya, Randy." She smiled at him with artificial sweetness. "Fuck you."
"Meow." He hissed. "Kitten has claws."
"You'd do best to remember that." She snarled. "This kitten is not afraid to use them to tear you apart."
Randy made a disbelieving sound. "Like you could."
"You don't know the first thing about me Orton." She leveled him with an intense glare. "Don't delude yourself into thinking you do. There are things in my past that would make your blood curdle."
The Ring
After making their respective entrances, Soraya and Randy reluctantly stood side by side while Victoria and Shelton Benjamin made theirs. Their earlier argument was set aside as they focused on their opponents, for the most part ignoring each other.
"I'm starting." Randy muttered tersely once Shelton's music faded and the referee listed off the rules of the match.
Soraya rolled her eyes. "Whatever." Without so much as a backward glance, she strode across the canvas before slipping through the ropes and onto the apron.
Randy and Shelton began to circle each other, exchanging minor trash talk before finally locking up in the center of the ring. During that particular test of strength, Randy got the upper hand by pulling Benjamin into side head lock. While Victoria encouraged her partner to find a way out of it, Soraya stood silent on the apron, offering nothing to her partner.
The two men traded right hand shots, before Randy Irish whipped Shelton out of nowhere right into their corner. The Intercontinental Champion began to stomp away on the sternum of Shelton, only stopping when the ref's count reached four.
"Move." He ordered Soraya, before climbing onto the second turnbuckle and raining punches downward onto the skull of the Intercontinental hopeful.
Giving Randy a powerful shove, Shelton sent his rival flying backwards onto the canvas below. He shook his head as though to clear it before sending another shove to Soraya who fell backwards off the apron.
Soraya shrieked as she stumbled awkwardly across the floor, landing painfully against the security barricade. She glared up at Shelton, trying to steady herself, who was smirking at her tauntingly.
Her shriek had caught the attention of the youngest Evolution member, who looked up in time to see Soraya hit the barricade almost drunkenly, as she tried to regain her balance. Annoyed that Shelton had put his hands on his partner, who was no less a woman, Randy rose to his feet, giving the unaware Shelton one of his textbook dropkicks, sending the South Carolina born man into the turnbuckle chest first.
Seizing her chance, Soraya scaled up onto the apron and began to climb the turnbuckle, ignoring the warnings of the referee. Once Shelton stumbled into just the right spot, she leapt, locking her legs around his neck and rotating her upperbody downwards like a pendulum. Shelton was flipped onto his head and she turned to face the oncoming revenge from his partner, Victoria.
The Pittsburgh blonde and Raven Haired Women's Champion rolled across the canvas in a catfight that had the crowd around them going wild. Soraya finally got the upper mounted position and used a couple forearm shots on Victoria's skull.
Meanwhile, Randy began to stalk and measure a slowly rising Shelton for an RKO. He dropped the South Carolina native in a devastating version of an RKO just as Soraya kicked Victoria visciously in the sternum.
"Ah!" She pointed to the fans with one hand, while the other fisted in Victoria's dark mane. The crowd cheered loudly as she dropped the Women's Champion in an echoing Mind Flurry.
Being the legal man, Randy made the cover on Benjamin and smirked while the referee counted to three, before calling for the bell.
Evolution is a mystery
Full of things that no one see
Clock makes a fool of history
Yesterday's so long ago
Don't agree with what I know
Tomorrow is the place to be
I see the line in the sand
Time to find out, who I am
Looking back I see where I stand
Evolution
"Here are your winners, Soraya O'Toole and Randy Orton." Lilian announced, after they had made short work of their opponents.
Both superstars exchanged a nod with one another, before Randy gestured to the ropes to allow her to exit first. "Nice work." He grudgingly admitted, once he landed on the floor beside her.
She shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah you too."
A strained silence fell between them as they started up the ramp. Randy kept his eyes straight ahead while Soraya exchanged a couple high fives with the fans on the way up. Neither knew what to say to each other after they had just successfully won a match as a team.
A/N: Hmmm...awkward much? lol.