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Characters: Batista, HHH, Ric Flair, Randy Orton, Christy Hemme, and a few more tucked in here and there.

Ships: Batista/Christy, Randy/Stacy

Chapter 3 – A New Alliance

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"I don't have a damn clue where he is at the moment… The sledgehammer must have knocked him out cold…"

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"It's all about The Game…"

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"Dave? Dave, wake up… Please…"

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The beeping sound throbbed into his brain like Hunter's sledgehammer had worked upon his stomach what seemed like hours ago. He was in a dizzy state of blurry colour and noise. The beeping noise was the loudest noise out of all the shouting and commotion. He tossed and turned his head restlessly, looking straight ahead, his brows furrowed. After a while the voices began to dissipate but the beeping didn't. He blinked several times before opening his eyes. He was in some sort of hospital, lying down. He frowned before looking around. He had serious internal injuries, by what he saw, and he'd seen a lot of stuff in the business he was in. He dismissed it though as it wasn't the worse situation he'd been in. He tried to straighten up before wincing.

"Glad to see you've woken up." a male voice caused him to stop. His head turned to see Randy Orton sitting beside him, his handsome face looking down at his long time best friend. Dave Batista blinked several times before groaning. He was not good at apologies but this had to be done.

"Look, Orton…"

"Nah you don't have to say it, man. I knew you'd come around sooner or later anyway…"

"No I have to say it, I'm sorry I was such a jerk all that time, I mean you know how it is with Hunter, he uses people to get what he wants, and what matters to him is just the WWE Championship. I see that now and I was an idiot to turn against you like that. I know it'll take you a while to forgive me after what a jackass I've been but I just wanna let you know that I'm sorry." A silence followed as Dave Batista looked into the eyes of his past friend who paused then sighed.

"Apology accepted, man," Randy said before his hand outstretched into Dave's into a shake.

"Now how much longer am I gonna be here and how long have I been down and out?" Dave asked, his eyebrow quirked slightly.

"Well, the doctor says you've been out for about half a week and that you should be able to get back soon enough. The doctor officially told me that he watches the show and after getting my autograph he said to tell you to kick Hunter's ass." Randy smirked. "And while I think of it, I'm not the only one who was waiting anxiously for you to wake up." He grinned before standing up and opening the door to reveal the sleeping form of Christy Hemme, her mascara running down her face showing that she had been crying. Dave Batista looked at her in wonder before smiling. She had a way of making him feel like his heart was beating faster and slower at the same time. Randy walked out and was about to make past the chair before he poked Christy's arm sharply, and she winced before jolting awake, before catching Dave's eye.

"You're awake, oh thank God," she said, her eyes shining before she took Randy's vacant seat. "I was just so worried when you got clobbered by Hunter and Ric like that, but I was so relieved when Randy came out and saved you. I mean, I would have done something but I'm just a Diva…"

"You're much more than that," Dave said suddenly, his voice soft before he blinked several times, mentally kicking himself. What the hell did I say that for? Christy blushed slightly before smiling at him.

"Thanks Dave, that means a lot to me."

"It means a lot to me that you'd be here waiting for me." Dave said, a grin on his face before his grin spread wider. "At least this evens the odds a little bit,"

"Oh, and I forgot to tell you…" Christy said, "I know this probably won't mean much to you but someone's taken your spot in Evolution. It happened after you were knocked out… It's a Diva this time, not a wrestler." Dave frowned slightly before lifting himself up to sit against the wall. "It's Trish Stratus."

"Oh great," Dave said, rolling his eyes. "Just what I need," he said darkly. Trish Stratus was well renowned for being the dirtiest Diva in the RAW Roster. He turned to Christy, a thought crossing his mind, remembering how Trish had done Christy ill in the past. "Christy… What would you think if I asked you an extremely rash question just out of the blue?"

Christy frowned slightly before shrugging. "Depends what it is, I suppose. But I'd do anything to help you, Dave, after the whole 'saving me from Snitsky' thing." She gave a slight smile.

"Well, I've been thinking about my comeback to RAW…" Dave Batista continued to tell Christy about his plan and she grinned. This would be good.