Trish's hands surged up Dave's back, rounded his shoulders, then slid down his chest. She stopped just beneath his pectorals and leaned down. Her lips brushed his ear and she whispered, "Are you ready for this?"
So far, the night had gone according to plan. The Women's title and the Intercontinental title were in their control. No one was the wiser when it came to the "accidents" that had caused both wins. The only thing left for Raw was the main event, and in less than half an hour, the Animal would face the Game, and should everything go as planned, Dave would be bringing home the gold.
Dave leaned back against her and covered Trish's hands with his own. His head turned to the side and a low moan came from his throat as she kissed the crook of his neck. "That title is mine," he muttered. He floated his hand up her arm, towards her neck. Dave pulled her down far enough to kiss her lips, then said, "It's almost over."
"Oh, babe, it's only just begun." The right corner of her mouth turned up in a twisted smirk. She stepped back from him, her hands gliding along his skin until she reached his shoulders. Her hands fell to her sides and she walked around to the front. She knelt between his legs and planted her hands on his tight thighs. "Tonight is the start of something big, Dave. Something bigger than either of us could have ever imagined."
Dave looked down at her and wanted to mirror her grin and optimism. He wanted to believe that everything would go off without a hitch. There was no doubt in his mind that he would destroy Triple H in the ring. He'd beaten him solidly in nearly every match they'd had since the Royal Rumble. He would leave the ring as the WWE World Heavyweight Champion. However, he didn't have nearly as much faith in Shane and Stephanie McMahon.
There was still a part of him that was unsure of the entire bargain. So far, they had shown themselves to be loyal as long as he were loyal to them, but Dave didn't know how long that would last. Randy and Stacy weren't too bad. All the time he'd spent in Evolution with Randy had shown him that he could be loyal to his partners, and with the plans the group had for the future, he was pretty sure that Randy wouldn't have a reason to turn on him anyway. There was enough gold for everyone.
And then there was Trish. Logically, he shouldn't have trusted her anymore than he trusted the McMahons. She had been part of the grand planning session that came up with this scheme in the first place. She had spent months trying to manipulate him, and yet, he didn't think she would turn on him. Despite the fact that the two of them worked well together and the sex, after waiting for so long, was absolutely amazing, she wouldn't want her plan to go down in flames. She wouldn't want her time to be wasted. She wouldn't want all of her willpower to have been in vain.
But that still left Shane and Stephanie. They were in it for themselves, and Dave didn't' think there was anyone in their regime that thought differently. If they thought they could do better, they would turn on every single one of them and start all over again. That was the basis of their faux turn on Trish in the first place. It wouldn't be unlike them to take that idea and make it a reality.
"Dave?" Trish moved in closer. She rose a hand to his face. Her palm rested lightly against his cheek. "Don't tell me you're backing out on me. Please, don't tell me that you're not going through with this."
"I'm going through with it, Trish. I just don't know how excited I can be about the whole deal." He sighed and shook his head. "I know I said I wanted everything you were offering me, and I still do. But, I can't help but wonder how long it's all gonna last. How long can we really trust Shane and Stephanie?"
"For as long as we have to," she told him. "Don't think you're the only one that doesn't trust them. Hell, I don't think anybody in this whole thing trusts anybody else other than their immediate partner. Stacy and Randy trust each other. Shane and Steph trust each other. You and I trust each other." She paused and stood slowly, her hand still against his cheek. "You do trust me, don't you, Dave?"
"I shouldn't," he said softly. He covered her hand with his, then turned in to press his lips against her palm. "But, I do." He looked up at her and smirked. "I think it's the sex," he said with a chuckle and a wink.
"Uh huh." Trish rolled her eyes but laughed. "Well, whatever the reason is, I'm glad you trust me, because I trust you. After tonight, we're going to be hated more than Hunter, and we're gonna need each other."
A knock at the door, pulled Trish away from Dave. She groaned as she stomped to the door and peeked her head out. Maria stood on the other side, a microphone in her hand and a ditzy grin on her face. Trish wondered exactly what she had done to get her contract extended, then wondered how quickly Stephanie and Shane would be able to get rid of her. "What do you want?"
"I was hoping to get an interview before the match. With Batista?"
Trish turned her head and Dave was already up and heading towards her. The door opened wider and he leaned against the side. His arm wrapped around Trish's bare waist. With his other hand, he handed Trish her title belt, which she hadn't even seen him pick up. Trish took the belt, tossed it over her shoulder, then leaned back against him. "Okay," she said to Maria, "talk."
Maria blinked, then cleared her throat. "Batista, Triple H is saying that you didn't beat him last year and you won't be able to beat him this year, either. With all the, um, interferences tonight, and your feud with Randy Orton and the McMahons, are you still sure that you'll be able to go over the Game?"
"Maria…" Dave sighed, then smirked. "I can handle Orton. I can handle the McMahons. And I can handle Triple H. The question you should be asking is if a guy who's lost everything else is ready to lose the last thing he's got left."
"What has Triple H lost?"
"Just look at him. He's got nobody at his side except Flair. I've got Trish, and really, do I need anything else? He's not in the best shape anymore, while I'm in the best shape of my life. And he's lost the self-proclaimed title of most important person on Raw. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm the one the show revolves around, not him. And when the bell rings and our match is over, it'll be my waist that the belt goes around, not his."
"But, what about Stacy Keibler and Randy Orton? Randy's already won tonight, and it's just luck that Stacy wasn't able to stop Molly Holly from retaining her title."
Trish had to stop herself from telling Maria that she really was a moron. Instead, she said, "Don't worry about Stacy Keibler. I've taken her bony butt out before, and I'll do it again. All you need to worry about is how far back in line you'll be when Batista wins the title, because everybody's going to be after him for an interview."
"And as for Randy Orton." Dave leaned in closer, which bent both his and Trish's bodies forward. "You tell him that whenever he's ready, I'm right here. He wasn't better than me in Evolution and he's not better than me out of Evolution. He's got a couple of McMahons playing with his life and he thinks he's on top of the world. Well, after tonight, we'll be the golden couple of the WWE and that sounds like we're really the ones on top of the world." He stood back up, pulling Trish with him. "Now, if you'll excuse us, I have a match to prepare for."
"And we've got a celebration to plan." Trish pushed backwards, making Dave move farther into the room. She closed the door in Maria's face, then turned to Dave. She smiled at him, her lips stretched fully. "Golden couple of the WWE." She leaned against the door. "I like that."
"So do I," he said. Dave leaned down and kissed her hard enough that when he pulled back, his lips were sticky with lip gloss and hers were almost dry. "And in about an hour, it'll be as true as the fact that we are one damn hot pair."
"Oh, but the truth has never been so clear."
