Break
Rating:PG-13
Spoilers: None
Characters: Batista, Triple H, Flair, Orton, Lilian Garcia and others.
Disclaimer: I do not own Evolution or anything else belonging to the WWE. I just like taking them out to play ;)
Notes: Roster split, inspired by the Raw two weeks ago when Evolution spoofed a break up.
Category: WWE Fiction
Summary: Dave begins to question his loyalty to Evolution.
Feedback: Is greatly loved and appreciated
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It was supposed to be one of the greatest ribs every played on the WWE as a whole. On the fans, on Vince McMahon… on Randy Orton. They'd had everyone fooled, had convinced them that this was the truth: this was the end of Evolution. So now here they were in Evolution's dressing room, the mammoth of a man, Dave Batista running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair.
"Did you see their faces?" Hunter asked, laughter erupting from his lips just then. Of course he'd been the one that had orchestrated it all—he'd gotten Ric involved, made sure that Dave knew exactly what to do. Everything was always his idea, was always according to his plan.
"Priceless." The Nature Boy, Ric Flair responded only a moment later. Dave simply shrugged his broad shoulders before offering the pair a half-hearted smile.
"We're Evolution, the most successful stable in WWE history—did they really expect any less?"
"Apparently so." The large man muttered quietly, taking a long swig of his water before grabbing his duffle bag from the floor of the locker room before beginning towards the door.
"Where're you headed, Big Man?"
At the sound of Ric's voice, Dave turned his head slowly before answering. "I don't know, man—just back to the hotel, I think."
"Early night, don't you think?" Hunter asked, slowly advancing towards the least athletically-experienced of the three men. "I was planning on going out, I assumed that you'd be coming."
After a moment, Dave shook his head as he leaned against the door-jam. "Naw, not tonight." Seeing Hunter frown, Dave searched silently for further explanation so as to get out of bar hopping with Hunter on that particular night. "After last night with the girl you sent my way—" A grin broke out on Hunter's face as Dave winked, slinging his gym bag over his shoulder and leaving the locker room. Another night, another show… and tomorrow would be the same thing. Again.
….
"So, Mr.Pitt—that was quite the show you put on tonight."
Dave Batista's eyebrows lifted slightly at the feminine voice, taking another long swig of his beer. "Excuse me?" It was then that his eyes finally took focus of the familiar yet highly attractive female that was sitting beside him at the bar. "Mr. Pitt? I think you've had one too many drinks, Lilian."
A soft laugh escaped from Lilian Garcia's lips then, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder, eyes never leaving his as they danced with amusement. "Mr. Pitt… as in Brad Pitt. Ya know, the actor?" She teased.
"Never heard of 'em." Dave stated dryly, with a smirk slowly crossing his lips. After a pause his dark eyes turned to hers, adjusting his body so that he didn't have to turn every time that she spoke to him. "Can I buy ya something?"
"Good performance tonight." The blonde murmured, a tight smirk in response to his. "And, just for the record—you can't buy your way between by legs, Dave." Rolling her blue orbs slightly she rose to her feet.
"And who implied we were going to have sex? Well, tonight anyway." He added with a wink before raising his eyebrow slowly, challenging her to stay. "You gonna drink with me, or am I doomed to spend the night alone?"
After a short moment of contemplation the ring announcer seated herself once again in the barstool beside the burly man, tapping her fingers on the bar before turning her attention back to him. "What's your poison tonight, anyhow?"
"Beer."
"Beer?" Dave simply nodded in confirmation before Lilian rolled her eyes for the second time in the last few minutes. Slowly, she turned to the bartender, fingers folding the edge of the napkin that rest beneath her last drink. "Two Whiskey Sours, please."
"What brings you here tonight, Lil? Shouldn't you be busy with loverboy?" As the Whiskey Sour was slid over to him, and one placed in front of Lilian he picked it up and took several long sips. Closing his eyes he allowed the liquor to slide down his throat before he turned back to Lilian, a cocky expression on his face. That's who he was, his persona—he was a cocky bastard that did what he was told. Period. But wasn't that why he'd gone out on his own that night, so that he wouldn't have to deal with the expectations of Evolution? So that he didn't have to be Evolution's bitch?
He'd done something good tonight, though. He'd succeeded in fooling the fans, in fooling the RAW roster. He'd been successful—successful in being Evolution's puppet.
Shaking the thoughts from his head he downed the second half of the glass, it was the liquor talking, that was all. Hunter was only looking out for him, trying to further him in his career. And he couldn't forget the opportunities that he'd been given.
"You need to mind your damn business, Dave." Her forehead creased at his words, obviously haven taken offense to what had been said. He barely knew her, had only talked to her in passing. And now here he was, here he was trying to pry into her love life. Her and John Cena had broken up only a few nights before—but a member of Evolution would be the last person that she'd admit that to. They were a bunch of bastards who needed a reality check as far as she was concerned."Where's your crew tonight anyways?"
Pausing for a moment, Dave shrugged his shoulders. "Out."
"Without you?"
"Obviously." His tone was flat as he studied her. Her prying was aggravating, and as much as she said that he needed to mind his business, she needed to do the same. Evolution had nothing to do with her, and it never would.
"Trouble in paradise?"
"You're telling me that after tonight you actually have doubts that Evolution is stronger than ever?" Dave asked her carefully with a slightly raised eyebrow. Nobody had doubts about Evolution, they were the strongest force ever—that is, nobody except the member of Evolution that was seated at the bar on his way to a drunken stupor.