Disclaimer: I own nothing. Would be nice to own Batista though, rawr.

Characters: Batista, HHH, Ric Flair, Randy Orton, Christy Hemme, many more.

Summary: At New Year's Revolution, in the Main Event, Batista makes a horrifying discovery.

Chapter 2 - Fate

It was a devestating night for Dave Batista. He got no sleep, all he kept on hearing were Hunter and Ric laughing at him as he was carried out in the stretcher. He'd declined spending the night at the hospital, and at the moment he was in the hotel that all RAW Superstars shared. He could hear the faint sounds of thumping and music as Hunter and Ric celebrated in our- their joint room. Evolution's room. With ladies and alcohol no doubt. He resisted the urge to thump his fist against the wall, before realising it was morning. He hadn't slept a wink, and tonight it was time to face facts. Time to face Evolution and Randy Orton. He doubted Orton would forgive him. Hell, no one would. He'd been under the reigns of Hunter. And it sickened him as he realised it.

Christy Hemme was getting a soda out of the machine, her bright red hair in a loose ponytail. She ran a hand through it thoughtfully as she waited for her soda to come out. Bending down to pick it up from the chute, she heard the crowd roar in approval at her appearance, yet didn't make any signs that she'd heard them. It wasn't part of the 'storyline' anyway.

"Hello Christy..." a silky sneer emerged from nearby. Christy jumped, and gave a fairly frightened look at none other than Gene Snitsky. She remembered the last horrifying time when she'd last seen his leering face so close to hers, when he had her by the throat. She gulped, and he chuckled softly.

"Snitsky." she said, in a firm voice, trying to maintain her courageous Diva front, but her legs edging away as he advanced on her. She felt her heel against the wall and whimpered slightly as Snitsky held her by the throat again, his leering face edging closer to her trembling eyes, so close she could smell his putrid breath...

"HEY!" A sharp voice sounded from a few metres away. Snitsky withdrew his hand, his lip curling angrily to meet the gaze of Dave Batista. Christy looked at him. He looked different than when he was in Evolution. He was independent. Which intrigued her somewhat. Shrugging off the feeling she quailed again as Snitsky gave her another one of his foul.looks.

"Batista." he said silkily. "Shouldn't you be kissing Hunter's arse right about now?" he smirked, before Batista took a step towards him and Snitsky started, before treading on the toes of someone who was right behind him, pale eyes coldly glaring at him. Kane.

"C'mon, they'll be going at it for a while now," Dave Batista muttered, taking Christy's arm away from the angry scuffles of the Big Red Machine and Snitsky. Christy felt herself being steered towards the entrance to her locker room. She kept throwing glances at Batista. He looked downcast. Well of course he'd be, he'd been screwed by the Game for God's sake. She wondered if anyone would forgive him. Well she did at least, if he was nice enough to look out for her.

"You alright then, Christy?" Dave asked, a slight frown on his face. Christy nodded, smiling. Batista smiled faintly back, and Christy could tell he may never get over his ordeal at Revolution. Dave Batista started to walk away, but-

"Dave," he turned, "Thanks. It means a lot to me. For what it's worth, I forgive you."

Christy gave him a slight wave before entering her locker room. Dave looked stared into space for a few moments, before he sighed and kept walking, unaware that all this time someone was watching, unseen, all that had happened.

"Batista..." Hunter Hearst Helmsley taunted in the ring, his ol' faithful Championship belt flung carelessly over his shoulder, sunglasses perched on his long nose and blonde brown hair glinting in the light of the cameras that took photos of him, blissfully unaware that hundreds of people around him were booing the very sight of him. Ric Flair laughed beside him. Hunter began to laugh too, until the entrance area exploded in bright red light, heavy metal angry rock music blaring loudly from the speakers, and the hulking form of Dave Batista appearing on the titantron. He came storming out, his hard eyes set straight on Hunter. Sliding into the ring, he kicked Ric firmly out of the way before hammering down on Hunter, the crowd screaming his name in approval around him. A split second later however he'd received a low blow and had got the wind knocked out of him. He was turned over and met the gold belt again, seeing stars. The fuzzy forms of Hunter and Ric kicking him whilst he was down made his nightmare come true and he suddenly realised that no one would care about him. No one except Christy, but what could she do?

But then it seemed to subside, as Batista saw a blurry figure descend on Hunter and Ric, angrily delivering hard rights into their faces. It wasn't it made its signature move until he realised incredulously who it was, and before he passed out he said one word.

"Orton?"