CHAPTER V: INFEST
AN: I do not own Van Asyeck, Mick Foley, Evolution or any other WWE superstars that may appear with in the story. I also do not own Stella McMahon or Shane. Vince owns them all, and Linda owns Vince so all I have to say is please do not sue me. Ya, know by now guys it's the normal spiel here.
Batista carried the small curled up figure into Evolution's locker room. "Well what are we going to do with her," he asked.
"I don't know," sighed Triple H he was weak and dizzy from the match. "I need to see a trainer about my broken freaking nose," He mumbled and left the rest of evolution to confer amongst themselves about what to do with their hostage.
"I say we break her," Randy stated with a evil glint in his eye.
"Oh no we are not doing that to her," Batista replied.
Randy shot back, "Why the hell not! After everything her and that brat of a brother have done to us I think she needs to learn a lesson about whose place she needs to be in." Ric eagerly nodded. His throat still bearing testimony to the small form's vicious streak. Sighing, the beast gave in, "Well how are we going to break," her he asked.
It was then that Randy caught an idea. "You," Randy pointed to Dave.
"Me," Dave replied as if confused about the sudden change in his friend's demeanor.
"Yes, you Dave. She seems to like whatever the hell its is you have. That's going to be her downfall. We isolate her from that brother of hers, make her our manager and then just as she thinks that everything's okay we do the unthinkable."
"What is that," He asked, curious to know the answer to Randy's plot.
"You tell her you love her and then leave her," He smiled. Dave's stomach suddenly felt like lead. He did have feelings, whatever the hell they were for this woman in his arms, only he wasn't sure what they were, and he knew that lying to her like that wasn't right. But it didn't matter he had left his wife for this career he could lead this other woman on only as long as it would further his career.
"Fine," he breathed. Randy shouted. It woke the woman in Dave's arm like a shot.
She jumped up and began to kick and claw her way out of his arms screaming, "Help me." "You sons of a bitch," and several other foreign words that didn't sound too pleasant to his ears.
Ric finally managed to find his voice and said, "Take that bitch out of here and do something wither her." Dave nodded and dragged the kicking and screaming woman from the locker room.
As he pulled her around the corner he pushed her up against the wall. "Look shut up," the forcefulness in his voice made her jaw slacken. "You are going to do whatever I say because you have no choice. Do you understand that?" The woman looked up at him with a heart-wrenching look that twisted his insides around.
"Yes," she spoke.
"Good now we are going to the car and then we are going to the hotel where we are going to sort the rest of this out. Do you understand me?" The finality in his voice caused Siya's head to move up and down. Unaware of her own self she glided behind Dave and into his rented Jaguar.
The ride to hotel was filled with tension. Siya had pushed her body as far as it would go against the door so much to the point that Dave put the automatic door lock on for fear that she would do something stupid and try and jump out of the moving vehicle juts to get away from him. He switched the radio on tiered of the tension that filled the car.
"Hey, Hey, Hey it's Disaster Dara and you're listening to WXYQ Witcha's favorite anti-pop station. This next one goes out to a girl. It's from a guy named Van and he wants his sister to know that he is looking for her and that nothing will stop him. Alright so here is Papa Roach's Dead Cell"
Born with no soul, Lack of control
Cut from the mold of the anti—social
Plug them in and turn them on
Process the data, make yourself the bomb
What is you target, what is your reason
Do you have emotions, is your heart freezin'
Seizing the opportunity to speak
Ya didn't say nothing' but turn your fuckin cheek
Dead Cell, Dead Cell
Sick in the head, living but dead,
Hear what I said
Learn a lesson from the almighty dread
Jah, nutty warrior, nothing's scarier
Kids are getting sick like malaria
Situation get harrier, throwing up all types of barriers
I'm telling ya the kids are getting singled out
Let me hear the dead cells shout
Dead cell, Dead cell
Born with no soul, lack of control
Cut from the mold of the anti-social
Plug them in and turn them on
Process the data, make your self the bomb
Stop point fingers 'cause we are the guilty
Of clean cut lies and truth that's filthy
Believe hats is the root of the word
Out comes lie when it's cut into thirds
I don't believe what my eyes behold, no
I don't believe what my ears are told, no
Seizin' the opportunity to speak
I'm saying something don't turn your fucking cheek
Dead cell, dead cell
Born with no soul, lack of control
Cut from the mold of the anti-social
Plug them in and turn them on Process the data, make your self the bomb
"All right Wichita its disaster Dara and it's officially midnight now..." Dave shut off the radio as he coasted the Jaguar into parking space.
"Let's go," he grumbled. It wasn't until he steeped into the cool Midwestern night did he realize he was still in his wrestling shorts. Not that it bothered him or anything. He slammed the door shut and proceed to walk away from the car when he remembered shit the girl. He walked back and noticed she was still plastered to the door, but instead of being crying and a mess she had blissfully fallen asleep and her head was resting gently against the leather interior. That's a good girl he thought. He opened the door expecting her head to fall into his awaiting arms only that's not what happened.
Her left fist struck out quickly and struck him across the bridge of his nose. Her right hand came around the back of his head and slammed his head into the paint job of the car. He legs were between his, as her arm was still around his neck. She used the momentum from slamming his head to the car and slid underneath his legs. She was flat on her back and rolled to a crouching position. Pulling herself up she took off at a full sprint across the sleepy parking lot of the Holiday Inn.
She was making great time. She was almost to the main road when she was bulldogged into the hard asphalt. Her chin was scrapped and she couldn't see straight.
Dave was pissed she had tried to get away from him and had almost succeed as. He picked up the limp wildcat and brought her without incident upstairs and into his room. Laying her flat on the bed he watched her as she began to regain he composure.
Holy shit that was some bulldog from hell Siya thought. Her back was aching and her jaw was swollen and stiff. Her head was in the beginning stages of a grade A migraine, her knees were scrapped and it felt like one of the ones in her left hand might have become broken. Dammit I was fucking caught but now what? "What exactly do you plan to do with me Beast," she questioned him.
He smiled at her,"Well just have to see won't we," he smiled arrogantly. Damn he had a nice smile she admitted to herself. "I don't know about you but this baby oil is driving my skin crazy."
"I wouldn't have that problem seeing as I'm fully clothed," she seethed at him.
"Yes well that might be a problem wouldn't you think," he smiled.
"Oh yes your body just makes me wilt," she shot back sarcastically. Feeling some amount of movement coming back to her legs she slid herself off the bed and stood up, a bit wobbly. "Now if you excuse me my beast I have my own hotel room some where," and she went for the doorknob.
Dave stood up and grabbed her hand,"Oh no your not, like I said you are not going any where unless its with me."
"Well then genius what am I supposed to wear for this escapade you seem to want to drag on." He looked genuinely stunned as if he hadn't thought of that answer.
Upon regaining her sense Siya had done a quick scan of the room and confirmed that the must have been here earlier in the day. Because there was a large duffel bag opened and a even larger suitcase in the corner of the room from which it seemed like clothes were spewing out of.
"Hold on," he said still holding her hand and making her walk with him back onto the bed. Pissed off that he was not letting go of her hand she shook of his tight hold, crossed her arms and scooted away from him to the end of the bed.
Dave noticed this and placed his large arm around her waist and pulled her over to him. Keeping his hand on her side he noticed that she had a definable curve in her side that fitted his hand ever so perfectly. Calling up a few divas' rooms he was able to get them to do a favor and go to Siya's room and get the clothes she would need for that night.
"Well that's done," he said as he stood up still holding Siya captive.
"What are you doing," she asked him as he brought her into the bathroom.
"Well seeing as you tried to escape from the Jaguar, when I placed you on the bed and just now I don't think I can let you out of my eye sight. However, this oil is beginning to annoy me desperately and I need to shower off. Now you know where this leaves us."
She visible palled, even more than her white make up already did for her complexion. Her gray eyes grew larger and she breathed, "You can't be serious."
"Yes, well I can't trust you so looks like were tandem showering," he laughed.
"You can't be serious," Siya said as she began to panic, "look I'll just stay in the far corner and not move until your done". She pointed to the toilet and made huge swirling motions with her hands.
"Nope no can do kiddo I don't trust you," as he said that he closed the bathroom door and clicked the lock shut on it. "I want to stay where I can see you at all times. You are quite the valuable around here. He laughed as he bent over and began turning the shower knobs on. Siya was glued in place as he became moving around the small room that seemed to get smaller by the minute with his hulking figure touching every part of her as he reached around to get towels, shampoo, everything. He eventually moved away from her and stuck his arm underneath the shower spray. "Well that's warm enough," he spoke out loud to no one in particular.
He moved back over to the vanity on that which Siya had plastered her self to, as it was the farthest point away from him at the moment. "Look I'm not going to eat you," he paused giving her body a good look up and down, "unless you want me to," he finished with a smile.
Siya sucked a breath in completely mesmerized by his eyes as a small mouse would be if confronted by a cobra. Suddenly it felt too cold in the room as she shook.
Dave noticed the small tremor that passed though her body and thought well at least I know the enjoyment isn't just a one sided street he smiled. "Come on its time to shower," he said.
"No, please you can't be serious," she begged him.
He smiled, "If you can't take that dress off I'll be glad to help you."
She cringed, "Fine I'll do it but turn around," pausing, "please," she huffed. A huge smile plastered its self on his face as he turned around. Making sure he completely tuned around she gave him the middle finger and stuck her tongue out at him. No response so I guess he isn't looking after all. She quickly brought her hands up to the row of buttons by her collar bone unsnapped them and then sat on the toilet and proceed to take off each of her shoes as quick as she could. Finally she reached around her neck and began to unzip her dress. Convinced it was low enough she then pulled it off and placed it gently on the hook of the bathroom door next to the two starch white robes that the beast had put up there during his previous ministrations around the room. Standing in nothing but her bra and matching panties she finally said, "I'm ready."
He turned around was shocked. She's gorgeous he thought. Every inch of her body was a pale creamy white. She had shapely legs, defined torso, beautiful delicate...
"Can you please get your mind out of the gutter buddy," she snapped interrupting his lazy journey with his eyes.
"Wouldn't it be more comfortable if you got yourself completely undressed," he motioned to the red bra and panties.
"No," she said using the same finality he had used in the arena.
"Fine suit yourself then," he snapped. Keeping his contact with her eyes he stripped down to nothing. He was watching for the slightest bit of a reaction from his captive, but nothing registered. "Well after you," a now nude Batista opened the curtain for the young girl.
She stepped into the spray and was warmly greeted by a relaxing spray of water. The showerhead, however, was too small for the whole bath that they were now sharing as he stepped in behind her. Pushing himself up to her he held her hips and splayed his fingers across her stomach as they showered together in an attempt she thought was so that she couldn't dart out and leave at any point. She was wrong...
Why the hell did I even think of this he thought in his head, Dave moaned as he accompanied Siya into the shower. The water was making rivulets down her scarred back. There were tack marks he assumed from all to previous matches that had not healed correctly, a few burn patches alluded to her once hardcore lifestyle.
He couldn't stop himself from touching her as he moved closer. When he made contact with her as his hips absently brushed against her he noticed that she closed her eyes and melted against him. He began to wash her hair, her back that was until the water turned blistering cold and the moment was over.
The cold water must have snapped her to her senses because Siya now struggled to finish up as the monster in back of her completed whatever routine he was doing.
Stepping out of the shower first he grabbed the robes and tossed one at her as he donned one. He threw open the door and matched out to the singular beg where her luggage had been placed.
Looking through the assortment of clothes she decided on a blue tank top and short set which she managed to put on underneath the rob as she took off the showered in underwear set. Untying the robe she sunk on to the bed and pushed her suitcase off. She noticed that he was on the phone with someone as she curled up underneath the covers wet hair and all.
Dave got off the phone with room service whom he had convinced to bring up chicken sandwiches even though it was well after one in the morning at this point. As they arrived he gave one to Siya as she gingerly took it from him and began munching away on it as she watched ESPN. A woman after my own heart he smiled his wife Angie had hated watching it and couldn't understand why he would watch it.
Finishing her sandwich she curled up on the bed and went to sleep. Watching her breathing to make sure that she was asleep he switched out of the robe and into a pair of boxers and white t-shirt. Pulling the covers up he slipped underneath them and inches away from Siya's sleeping form. Afraid she would try and run away from him again he brought his arm around her and pulled her close. She put up no resistance and instead turned over and buried her face in his neck as her legs drew up to his own. That was how Dave Batista got the best sleep of his wrestling career.