Author's Note: YaY! Two updates for me in one day! What a miracle that is,
lol. Sorry for taking so long. I hope you guys haven't forgotten about this
one! And well...I never known anything, so how is this time any different?
The Day Is: Tuesday
INSIDE THE GARAGE OF EVOLUTION
"No, no, NO! You're doing it wrong, Randy!" Stephanie McMahon shrieked at the top of her lungs, her high-pitched voice booming throughout the entire garage. Randy Orton, Evolution's bass player stared at Hunter's girlfriend, who had been acting as if she ruled Evolution for the past two days. His light blue eyes turned to ice, just glaring at her.
"How the hell am I doing it wrong? I wasn't going anything!" Randy fought back, as Dave Batista was checking his watch, not wanting to get involved. Evolution had begun their practice fifteen minutes ago, and already Stephanie was being a crab. Hunter Hearst Helmsley sat back, next to Randy's girlfriend, Stacy Keibler. Stacy just smiled, not wanting to show the hate she had for Stephanie's singing voice. Hunter grinned proudly of his girlfriend, for he thought she sounded like an angel.
"Exactly! You were supposed to come in at that part." Stephanie stated, her arms crossed over her chest as she stared at Randy. Randy rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"No, I'm not. We were on the first verse. I don't come in until the chorus." The bass player told her, looking around at the rest of the band. Ric Flair, the band's drummer, nodded in agreement.
"Randy's right, Steph." Ric told her, sort of regretting it as Stephanie quickly turned to Ric and began to snap.
"NO, HE ISN'T! HE COMES IN RIGHT AT THE BEGINNING!" Stephanie screamed, her face turning red. Hunter sat up from his chair and got in between Ric and Stephanie.
"Stop fighting!" He demanded, his arms stretched out to separate Ric and Stephanie. Randy made his way over to his girlfriend, Stacy. Stacy linked her arm with Randy's and whispered in his ear.
"Don't worry, baby. Stephanie's doing it all wrong." Randy nodded and placed a soft kiss on Stacy's lips. She smiled as Randy went back to the band, still glaring at Stephanie.
"Hunter, you know Orton comes in on the chorus! We've been practicing this song for two months. Two months is long before Stephanie ever came in to the band." Ric stated, his drumsticks in his hand.
"He's right, Hunter." Dave chimed in, still looking at his watch. Hunter turned to Batista, since he had been silent this entire time. The muscular blonde-haired teenager looked at his friend, confused.
"Why are you always looking at your watch, man? We've still got like an hour left of practice." Hunter explained.
"I can't stay for the whole hour. I would, but since practice started late, due to Stephanie being late, I can't stay. I need to go home and baby- sit my brothers." Dave quickly lied, as everybody raised their eyebrows at him.
"Why can't your sister do it? She always baby-sits them." Ric said. Dave was silent for a moment, trying to think up an excuse. His bandmates knew him too well. His sister was always the one to baby-sit his two younger brothers.
"She's sleeping over at a friend's house." He lied, hoping that his friends would buy it. Thankfully, everybody did. Everybody except for Randy Orton. Randy and Dave had been friends for years, and he knew that it wasn't like Dave to leave practice early. Dave looked down at his watch again. He then looked at the rest of the band.
"You know what, guys? I don't feel like practicing anymore. We'll get back to work tomorrow." He said, taking his guitar off.
"Dave! What's gotten into you?" Stacy asked, knowing that this behavior from Dave Batista was totally out of the ordinary.
"Nothing. I'm just really busy today." He quickly replied, placing his guitar on the stand and then walking quickly out of the garage of Ric Flair. The entire band stared at him, not moving from their spots.
Outside, Dave took a deep breath and made his way out of Ric's property. The sun was just starting to set and the sky had turned a pretty deep red color. Dave looked behind him, making sure nobody was following him. The only thing behind him was a stray cat, just prowling. Dave quickened his pace as he turned the corner and took a shortcut to his destination. Dave quickly climbed over a steel fence and made his way down another street. He cut through a person's yard before climbing another fence. He then saw who he was looking for sitting at a park bench. The person sat there, waiting patiently. Dave smiled at he walked towards the person and took a seat beside them.
"What took you so long?" They asked.
"Steph was being a bitch to Randy. She was late for practice too. How long were you waiting?"
"About twenty minutes. But, whatever...let's go in to the forest. Nobody can see us there." The person said. He nodded and the two of them walked in to the forest, making sure nobody was watching them. Once the two bodies had entered the forest, Shane Helms stuck his head out from behind a three, only five feet away.
"...Batista and...Trish?! What the hell?" Shane asked to himself, completely shocked.
The Day Is: Tuesday
INSIDE THE GARAGE OF EVOLUTION
"No, no, NO! You're doing it wrong, Randy!" Stephanie McMahon shrieked at the top of her lungs, her high-pitched voice booming throughout the entire garage. Randy Orton, Evolution's bass player stared at Hunter's girlfriend, who had been acting as if she ruled Evolution for the past two days. His light blue eyes turned to ice, just glaring at her.
"How the hell am I doing it wrong? I wasn't going anything!" Randy fought back, as Dave Batista was checking his watch, not wanting to get involved. Evolution had begun their practice fifteen minutes ago, and already Stephanie was being a crab. Hunter Hearst Helmsley sat back, next to Randy's girlfriend, Stacy Keibler. Stacy just smiled, not wanting to show the hate she had for Stephanie's singing voice. Hunter grinned proudly of his girlfriend, for he thought she sounded like an angel.
"Exactly! You were supposed to come in at that part." Stephanie stated, her arms crossed over her chest as she stared at Randy. Randy rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"No, I'm not. We were on the first verse. I don't come in until the chorus." The bass player told her, looking around at the rest of the band. Ric Flair, the band's drummer, nodded in agreement.
"Randy's right, Steph." Ric told her, sort of regretting it as Stephanie quickly turned to Ric and began to snap.
"NO, HE ISN'T! HE COMES IN RIGHT AT THE BEGINNING!" Stephanie screamed, her face turning red. Hunter sat up from his chair and got in between Ric and Stephanie.
"Stop fighting!" He demanded, his arms stretched out to separate Ric and Stephanie. Randy made his way over to his girlfriend, Stacy. Stacy linked her arm with Randy's and whispered in his ear.
"Don't worry, baby. Stephanie's doing it all wrong." Randy nodded and placed a soft kiss on Stacy's lips. She smiled as Randy went back to the band, still glaring at Stephanie.
"Hunter, you know Orton comes in on the chorus! We've been practicing this song for two months. Two months is long before Stephanie ever came in to the band." Ric stated, his drumsticks in his hand.
"He's right, Hunter." Dave chimed in, still looking at his watch. Hunter turned to Batista, since he had been silent this entire time. The muscular blonde-haired teenager looked at his friend, confused.
"Why are you always looking at your watch, man? We've still got like an hour left of practice." Hunter explained.
"I can't stay for the whole hour. I would, but since practice started late, due to Stephanie being late, I can't stay. I need to go home and baby- sit my brothers." Dave quickly lied, as everybody raised their eyebrows at him.
"Why can't your sister do it? She always baby-sits them." Ric said. Dave was silent for a moment, trying to think up an excuse. His bandmates knew him too well. His sister was always the one to baby-sit his two younger brothers.
"She's sleeping over at a friend's house." He lied, hoping that his friends would buy it. Thankfully, everybody did. Everybody except for Randy Orton. Randy and Dave had been friends for years, and he knew that it wasn't like Dave to leave practice early. Dave looked down at his watch again. He then looked at the rest of the band.
"You know what, guys? I don't feel like practicing anymore. We'll get back to work tomorrow." He said, taking his guitar off.
"Dave! What's gotten into you?" Stacy asked, knowing that this behavior from Dave Batista was totally out of the ordinary.
"Nothing. I'm just really busy today." He quickly replied, placing his guitar on the stand and then walking quickly out of the garage of Ric Flair. The entire band stared at him, not moving from their spots.
Outside, Dave took a deep breath and made his way out of Ric's property. The sun was just starting to set and the sky had turned a pretty deep red color. Dave looked behind him, making sure nobody was following him. The only thing behind him was a stray cat, just prowling. Dave quickened his pace as he turned the corner and took a shortcut to his destination. Dave quickly climbed over a steel fence and made his way down another street. He cut through a person's yard before climbing another fence. He then saw who he was looking for sitting at a park bench. The person sat there, waiting patiently. Dave smiled at he walked towards the person and took a seat beside them.
"What took you so long?" They asked.
"Steph was being a bitch to Randy. She was late for practice too. How long were you waiting?"
"About twenty minutes. But, whatever...let's go in to the forest. Nobody can see us there." The person said. He nodded and the two of them walked in to the forest, making sure nobody was watching them. Once the two bodies had entered the forest, Shane Helms stuck his head out from behind a three, only five feet away.
"...Batista and...Trish?! What the hell?" Shane asked to himself, completely shocked.