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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"Jesus Christ." Came the guttural voice of the WWE Raw superstar, burying his face deeper into the softness that had kept him in the deep slumber all night long. Well, as long as a night's sleep for anyone with his schedule could have. And what had awoken him was nothing that he appreciated at all—it was a loud and constant pounding to his hotel room door. Groaning, Dave moved with much reluctance into a sitting position, eyes trying to re-adjust to the light and the incessant pounding on the door. "Keep your damn pants on." He grumbled slowly as he rose to his feet.
One of the men on the other side of the door smirked slowly, arms crossed securely over his chest. "They're down, just for you, Dave." Hunter stated sarcastically from the other side of the door, chewing on a piece of gum as he waited for Dave to join himself and Ric. He was supposed to meet them downstairs in the lobby a half an hour prior so that the trio of men could get to the gym before too much of the morning was wasted. But Dave had overslept—slightly.
"What do you want?" Dave muttered, sleep still readable on his face as he ran a hand slowly over the back of his neck, eyes moving from one man to the other, still clad simply in his boxers.
"A workout—half an hour ago." Ric interjected after a moment, his eyebrows rising slightly as they moved over his younger, but larger friend.
"Damn it." He grumbled slowly, running a hand through his disheveled short locks. His head was throbbing lightly at the temples, an after-effect of the amount of alcohol he'd consumed the night before at the bar with Lilian. He'd lost count fairly quickly, and if he were to be honest he had no clue when or even how he'd gotten to his hotel room.
Hunter's eyes remained on Dave and noted the expression on his face. "I thought you weren't going out last night."
"Yeah, well—I changed my mind." He spoke after a long moment as he walked into the hotel room, eyes squinting for a moment as he willed the headache away. "I went downstairs for a few drinks."
"Alone?"
Dave's jaw clenched tightly at Hunter's inquiry. It wasn't that he totally disliked the guy, hell, he'd given him a lot as far as the business was concerned. He'd put his name out there, had given him a boost that nobody else could have given him. But the fact remained that Dave Batista hated to be pushed. "Why is this such a big deal to you, Hunter?"
"Because you said—"
Seeing the confrontation that could easily arise, Ric ran a hand through his hair. "Why don't we go wait down in the lobby, I'm sure Dave can make it down in the next fifteen minutes… right?" Speaking slowly his eyes rose to the larger man's, he wasn't in the mood for confrontation, especially not between these men. Nodding his head slightly he progressed further into his room, walking to the suitcase to pull out some clothes to work out in.
"Close the door on the way out." He spoke, grabbing his clothes and glancing one more time at his two more experienced colleagues before disappearing behind the bathroom door.
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Maybe what he'd been doing for the past few days wasn't what he should've been doing. Maybe he should've been out with Evolution, getting drunk, and screwing some random girl that he wouldn't recognize in the morning. But he wasn't, and for the second night in a row Dave Batista found himself riding the hotel elevator down to the bar. Granted he was never alone there, but at least he wouldn't have to deal with his lingering thoughts on Evolution and on his career that would undoubtedly have been incessantly pounded into his mind by none other than The Game.
Seating himself at the bar he didn't take a moment to glance around, instantly his eyes found the bartender's. He needed a drink. Well, more than one drink. He knew that there would be repercussions, the after-effects of the previous night's indulgence still lingering in his mind. How could it not be lingering in his mind after how Hunter had reacted? And to think that the scene had only worsened at the gym.
But he didn't want to think. "I'll have a beer." Came his jagged tone, only glancing at his surroundings then. Nobody he recognized, at least not yet. It was early yet.
"I thought I told you to lay off the beer." His head turned slightly at the feminine voice, a hand resting softly atop his muscled shoulder. A moment after her words were spoken the blonde woman slipped into the empty barstool beside him, offering him a half-smile.
"Lil." Batista nodded to the bartender as his beer was slid across the countertop towards him. Lifting the bottle to his lips he took several long swigs before he turned his attention back to the pretty blonde that was seated beside him, his eyes appreciatively taking in her features. "What brings you here again? I never knew you were a big drinker."
"There's a lot of things that you don't know about me, Dave." She stated simply, her eyebrow rising slightly as she fought the smirk that had found its way onto her lips. Dave simply nodded at her words, bringing the beer back to his lips, savoring in the taste yet knowing he'd need many more if it was going to have any effect on him at all. "Finish off your beer." She instructed.
It was Dave's turn to raise his eyebrow then, eyes moving to Lilian with a look of obvious curiosity. "What?"
"I said finish off your beer." The normally soft-spoken blonde spoke again, with a firmness to her tone as she slipped the money on the bar to pay for his beer. "I've got somewhere I need to take you." The large man still looked at her with the same manner of curiosity, but none-the-less, finished off the last of his beer with three long swigs.
Dave rose to his feet as the blonde began to walk a couple strides ahead of him until he easily closed in the distance between them. "Mind if I ask where you need to take me?"
Studying him closely, Lilian licked subtly at her lips before shrugging her shoulders. "You'll see in a minute." She assured him after only a moment before leading him to the elevator and hitting the button, the number '13' registering with the elevator. That was the floor all of the Raw superstars were on. Was she taking him to her room? Not that he'd have any complaints, but—
"Come on." She interjected, gently leading him off of the elevator by a light tug to his wrist. He remained silent then as he tried to read her, see what her intentions were—and figure out where exactly she intended on bringing him. "Someone needed to see you." Lilian spoke, knocking on a door only moments later. In an instant the door was pulled open and he was face-to-face with a man that he hadn't spoken to civilly in months. And his eyes flashed with one thing and one thing only: anger.
Standing in silence for a long moment, angry eyes turned on the younger man. After a long pause, his words came out, sheathed in the anger that his eyes had so perfectly reflected. "Lilian, what the hell could you possibly be thinking?"
"Just hear him out—that's all I'm asking." And with that, he reluctantly stepped into the hotel room with Lilian only seconds behind him.