Author's Note: Okay, okay, I'm getting the "vote" results over with before I start the story. First off, the results for Randy...drum roll: (3) Stacy/Randy, (3) Lilian/Randy, (1) Gail/Randy, (1) Victoria/Randy, (2) Trish/Randy, (2) Stephanie/Randy, and (1) Torrie/Randy. Now, the results for John...drum roll: (2) Torrie/John, (4) Stacy/John, (2) Victoria/John, (1) Dawn/John, and (1) Trish/John. So far, I'm leaning toward Stephanie/Randy and Stacy/John, but you guys have another chance to change my mind! Now, choose which Diva you want Randy to be paired with out of the following: Stacy, Lilian, Stephanie and Trish. For John: Torrie, Stacy, Stephanie (sorry, just had to put it in!) and Victoria. So pick which two couples you'd like, and tell me in a review! Anyway! Thank you all so much for all of the reviews! It's been amazing how many I got! So many, many thanks to all of you guys! Please keep reviewing, and you'll keep getting updates! Peace!
A Solution to Evolution
Chapter 3
John Cena looked over at the second bed in the hotel room, looking at his partner. Randy was lying sprawled out, his head lying on top of an ice pack. Cena himself had an ice pack across his bandaged forehead. "This is pathetic," he told the younger man suddenly.
"What?" Randy asked, titling his head to look over at John. "The fact we got our asses kicked or that it's only eleven thirty and we're just lying around?"
"Both," John replied, turning his gaze back to the ceiling. They were silent for a while, each thinking about what had transpired that night. Finally, Randy spoke.
"I don't want to hurt Evolution at the Pay-Per-View, John, I want to destroy them," Randy announced.
"That makes two of us," John said, touching his forehead, remembering the vicious chair shot he had received earlier that night.
Randy rolled onto his stomach, facing John, a spark in his eyes. "I've got an idea!"
John raised an eyebrow. "Surprise, surprise: you really do have something up there."
He ignored John's comment, and grinned. "How would you like to be in one of the most remembered matches in history?"
"Man, you know I'm game."
"Evolution versus John Cena and Randy Orton...in the first-ever handicapped Hell in the Cell match," Randy grinned at the expression of surprise on the other man's face. "What do you think?"
"I think you're crazy...and I also think that you're a genius," John told him, grinning at the thought of the match. He wanted his revenge on Evolution-Randy did as well, more so than him-and this would be the perfect match to get it in.
"I'm going to call Vince to get a meeting with him to get it approved," Randy said quickly, and then frowned, realizing that the phone was across the room. Randy groaned, not wanting to get up. He looked over at John, his eyes pleading.
John shook his head and laughed. "It was your idea, Orton."
Stephanie McMahon smiled to herself as she walked through the WWE office building. She hefted the shoulder bag she was holding as she stepped into an elevator. Her eyes landed on her left hand, where a sparkling diamond ring was perched. Stephanie stared at the stone for a moment. Not many people knew that she and Triple H had gotten married again after their messy divorce. Those who did thought that it was a mistake on Stephanie's part.
Her smile widened. It wasn't. She knew exactly what she was doing:
She was getting Hunter back for all of those years he'd hurt her.
Stephanie tossed her hair behind her shoulders, the smile still in place on her face. Hunter would never know what hit him. He thought she didn't know he was taking advantage of her for her last name, but she did; another mistake to strengthen her resolve to take him down. Being Hunter's wife, she had heard first-hand all of the angry rants about Randy having the title and him not; about how Randy should get his ass kicked; about how John Cena was making the biggest mistake of his life...
As her thoughts trailed off, Stephanie looked in her shoulder bag, glancing to make sure that the contact sheets for John Cena and Randy Orton were safely tucked away behind other papers. If Hunter saw them... Well, she would have one hell of a time thinking of an excuse.
Stephanie stepped off of the elevator, nodding to a few employees she knew. It was ironic, she figured. Hunter sees himself as nothing without the belt, but really he's made of three things—his twisted soul, the belt, and my last name. She smiled. Randy had taken the belt, and it was time for her to take her last name back and humiliate him in the process.
Triple H would never know what hit him.
Triple H stared across the table at his father-in-law, Vince McMahon. He ran a hand through his hair in the silence, feeling distinctly uncomfortable. Vince finally spoke. "Hey, Hunter. It's been a while," his voice was friendly, but there was something reserved about it. It was always there when he was talking to the man before him. He was his daughter's husband, but he was an employee, and Vince wasn't too sure that he trusted Hunter. If Triple H was given the choice of Stephanie's life or the belt, Vince knew that it would come down easily to the belt.
"Yeah, it has," Hunter said to the chairman vaguely, and then spoke once more, his tone turning serious. "I'm here, like you probably guessed, about my match at Backlash. I want that title belt, Vince," he leaned forward, his voice intensifying. "Randy doesn't deserve that belt."
Vince stared at him blankly for a few seconds, and then spoke. "At Backlash, if you and Evolution win the match, the next night on RAW you'll get a title shot," smiling, Hunter stood and headed for the door. When he was halfway out, Vince called to him. "And Hunter?" he turned to face Vince. "If Randy and John win, you're suspended for thirty days." Vince leveled the sputtering man with an authoritative glare. "Now, get the hell out of my office."