(A/N: Sorry I've been gone for awhile. But, I'm finally updating! Yay Thanks for the one review that I got! I appreciate it. I'd really like to see more than that, though. But, I'll keep updating, no matter who reviews, because I know that one person is reading it, at least, heh. That's better than none. So here's Part Three. I like the beginning of Part Four actually... maybe I'll post that tonight too... who knows? Anyways, keep the reviews coming, and I hope you enjoy!)
"You sure you don't want anything, Carse?" Stacy asked her friend, taking a sip of her orange juice.
"I can't keep anything down," Carsyn said, holding her pounding head in her hands.
"How about some tea, then?" Stacy suggested.
"Okay... that sounds okay," she said, ignoring the bubbling feeling in her stomach.
-At the New Hotel-
Carsyn dropped her bags in the living front room and dropped onto a bed. Nuzzling with the pillow, she slipped off to sleep, without even hearing Stacy come in.
After a few hours, the phone began to ring. Carsyn ignored it, figuring that Stacy would get it. But when she didn't, Carsyn groaned and reached for it.
"Hello?" she asked into the receiver, half asleep.
"Carsyn? It's Dave."
Carsyn's eyes shot open as she sat up in bed.
"Dave... hi..."
She had made a complete fool of herself two nights ago.
"You okay?" he asked her.
"Dave, I am so sorry about Monday night. I was completely smashed, and made a complete fool out of myself."
"It's alright, don't worry about it."
Carsyn grabbed a bottle of Tylenol and a coke out of the fridge and took two pills.
"Would you ever consider coming over for dinner?"
"Sure. When?"
"Tonight."
Dave shrugged.
"Sure. You sure you're up to it?"
"Yes. I am. I'm in Room 32. You can come over now if you want..."
"Alright, I'll be there in a half hour."
Carsyn smiled and mouthed 'thank gosh'.
"Okay. See you then."
"Bye."
They both hung up the phone as Carsyn dropped back onto the bed and held her head.
She was now up, dressed, and scurrying around the kitchen, trying to read from the cook book and watch over the food at the same time. She was making a Chinese dish, and she had no clue whatsoever how to make it. She had thought about making Mexican, but the spices would've ripped up her stomach badly. She looked at her mess as there was a knock at the door and sighed. She had no choice but to let him come in and see the mess in the kitchen. Walking to the door, Carsyn looked down and noticed the apron she was wearing. Throwing it behind the counter, Carsyn opened the door to see Dave standing there, dressed in nice black slacks, and a black, long sleeve, button-up shirt. Stepping back, Carsyn smiled and invited him in.
"You look so nice," she told him, fawning over him.
Dave smiled at her, looking her over as well. She looked great in her pleated, black mini-skirt, and her tiny white muscle tee. Her long, muscular, yet feminine legs caught his attention though, but he looked up into her eyes and returned her smile.
"You look even better," he said to her, with a smile.
Carsyn watched as he checked her out, and he seemed intrigued by her legs. She loved to wear extremely short skirts because most guys liked her legs. They were strong, yet feminine, and didn't look like they belonged to a man. Yet another trait she and her older sister had to share.
"I made Chinese... I hope that's okay."
Dave nodded at her, telling her that it was fine.
"Sounds good. Haven't had Chinese in awhile."
Carsyn smiled, but couldn't help thinking back to Monday night.
"Dave, how bad was I?"
It too him a minute to figure out what she was talking about, but realized it was about Monday night.
"You weren't that bad.." he told her, trying to reassure her. "You just... fell backwards off of your stool, and laughed hysterically for a while..."
Carsyn put her face in her hands to hide her bright red cheeks.
"I am so sorry..."
"It's no problem. Really."
Carsyn looked up at him.
"I bet Paul and Randy got a kick out me, didn't they?"
He nodded.
"Unfortunately, they did. They got a kick out of the whole 'Davista' thing."
"Davista..? Oh my gosh.."
Carsyn looked up at Dave before walking into the kitchen. She wished she hadn't' of gotten so drunk. She had embarrassed herself, Dave, and had amused Randy and Paul. Turning off the rice, and everything else, she fixed them plates and set them at the table. She didn't know if she could even talk to him.
-After Dinner/On the Couch-
Dave was sitting at one end of the couch, Carsyn right next to him, her head on his chest. He had finally got her to talk to him, even after she'd thought he must've hated her.
"Why me?" she asked him, turning her head towards him.
"What do you mean?" he asked her, looking down at her.
"Why'd you choose me over all of the other divas?"
"Because I knew that none of the other divas would've called me Davista."
Carsyn groaned.
"Please don't remind me," she said smiling, nuzzling into his chest.
The door opened as Stacy, along with Greg Helms, were making out, as they shut the door behind them.
"Ahem, didn't mean to interrupt anything," Carsyn said with a grin, sitting up.
Stacy and Greg both looked up surprised to see the two.
"Let's go for a walk," Dave said to Carsyn, taking her hand as they exited the room, leaving Stacy and Greg to their business.
-At the Arena-
Carsyn and Dave were on their way to Eric Bischoff's office, but were stopped by an annoyance to both of them.
"Hey Carsyn... Davista." Paul smirked at himself, Randy Orton following.
"Paul, you're good for one joke a year, and then it gets annoying," Dave said to him, close to fuming.
"Oh, sorry Dave... ista."
"Paul, seriously, stop!" Carsyn turned around, her eyes burning with anger. It was enough to have to live up what she'd done from Dave. She wouldn't be taking it from Paul too.
"Alright, jeeze, chill."
Carsyn looked away and calmed down.
"Look, I'm sorry, okay? But to even know what I did kills me enough. And to know that you guys joked about it just makes it worse."
Carsyn shook her head and stormed away, heading towards the Women's Locker Room. Paul, Randy, and Dave all watched as she slammed the door behind her.
-RAW Live-
Evolution started up, the crowd immediately beginning to boo the four men. Triple H, followed by Ric Flair, followed by Randy Orton and Batista, walked out onto the stage, each doing their own thing. HHH, being the leader of the group, of course, was in the lead. Walking down to the ring, he and Ric stood on one side, while Batista and Randy Orton stood on another. As if getting into the ring by order, Ric, Randy, and Batista waited for Hunter to enter the ring before entering themselves. Walking over to the corner of the ring, Triple H held his hand out to Lillian as she gave him a microphone.
"Last week on RAW, a certain someone caught our attention," he said, looking around to Batista, Ric, and Randy, who all nodded.
"This person was definitely born to be a wrestler. She's strong, trained well, and damn sexy. This person... is Carsyn Gayda."
"So, Carsyn. The guys and I, have a proposal for you. How would you like to join Evolution?"
Barracuda by Heart played through the arena, signaling the entrance of Carsyn Gayda. Making her way onto the ramp, Carsyn stopped on the stage. Looking down at the four men standing in the ring, she smiled seductively. Looking down at her extremely short jean skirt, and tiny powder blue muscle tank, she reached out to touch a strand of her brunette locks. Biting her bottom lip seductively, Carsyn teased Evolution just a bit. Walking down to the ring, putting an extra bounce in her step, she got a mixed reaction from the crowd. Climbing into the ring, not having found any particular way to enter yet, Carsyn walked to the corner of the ring and grabbed a microphone from Lillian.
"Hunter, Ric, Randy, Batista. I would just like you all to know that I would definitely like to join Evolution."
The crowd then began to boo her, Carsyn blowing it off.
"Wow, these people are awfully hard on the four of you. I mean, look who we have here. Triple H, extremely hot, and the best World Heavyweight Champion in history, the Legendary Ric Flair, a sixteen time World Heavyweight Champion! Batista, just take a load of him ladies, what a body. And don't forget, one of the strongest men in this business. And last, but certainly not least, Randy Orton, who is destined to be the youngest World Heavyweight Champion in history, and not to mention drop dead gorgeous. Evolution is a team of pure gold. Not that Shawn Michaels wasn't great, but, I've moved on to bigger... and better things. And boys, I'll think we'll be very happy together."
Carsyn winked at the four of them before Evolution played through the arena again. Carsyn stood in the middle of Randy Orton and Triple H, holding up their arms as Batista and Ric Flair posed themselves.