((Thanks so much to all you guyz who reviewed! Sorry for the delay on chapter 2, I had to take a couple corny lines off it. Hope you enjoy!—MC Penguin

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Batista knocked on Eric Bicshoff's office with his rough hand. "Eric, it's Batista. You wanted to see me?" The door flung open and Eric stood in the doorway, but his eyes were cross and he was frowning.

"Where did you get the idea to go save Torrie last week?!" boomed Eric. "You are not a hero! You are a powerful monster! You don't go save little damsels in distress; you devour your opponents in the ring with mind-blowing moves! What is wrong with you?!"

"Eric, you saw Tomko! He was about to kick Torrie with that big foot of his!" protested Batista, throwing his hands up in the air. "I couldn't just let her get pounded!"

"Yes, you could have." Eric replied, smiling. "You see, Torrie is merely a dainty diva, only good for being a manager and competing in Bra and Panty matches. She isn't a wrestler, and if your not gonna be tough on this show, then you're gonna see what tough really is."

"So, your saying if Wilson doesn't toughen up, you're gonna show her what real toughness is?" Batista asked.

"Yep," replied Eric.

"Well, do you think I could help her out? You know, give her some pointers and help her develop some new skills?" Batista suggested. "Then maybe she'll get better and you won't have to worry about her." Eric scratched his chin. He walked around for a little while, thinking.

"Yes, maybe you could become her trainer. She would get better, that's for sure. Hmmm…" He pondered around some more, and then finally answered, "I think that would be great. Tell you what; I'll let you train her until your match."

"What match?" Batista asked.

"The match I'm scheduling for tonight. It'll be a mixed tag match, with you and Torrie one team and—" Eric paused and smiled brightly, "—Tyson Tomko and Trish Stratus on the other. Sound good?"

"Great," Batista replied, smiling. He scurried out of Eric's room and began walking towards Torrie's. When he got there, he knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Torrie's soft voice answered to the knock.

"Um, it's Batista." He answered nervously. Inside, Torrie straightened out her silky blond hair and opened the door to greet Batista with a smile.

"Hi," she said quietly. "What's up?"

"I talked to Eric just now," began Batista, "and he didn't like what I did last week. Apparently, he wanted you to get kicked by Tomko."

Torrie gasped. "Really?"

"That's the way I see it. Anyway, me and you have a match against Trish and Tomko tonight, and he wants me to give you a few pointers." Batista said.

"So he wants you to be my trainer?" Torrie giggled, twirling her hair with her finger. Batista nodded and blushed. "Sounds fun. I'll meet you in the training room in five minutes. Lemme just change."

"Sounds good," replied Batista. Torrie smiled and shut the door while Batista went on his way towards the training room. She quickly changed from her street clothes into some decent workout clothes. After tying on her shoes and grabbing a towel, she went to the training room. Batista was lifting weights when she got there, flexing his huge biceps.

He was shirtless and had a pair of gym shorts on with black tennis shoes, making Torrie smile and blush. "I'm here," she said, and Batista set down the weights.

"What took you?" He asked, smiling. "My grandma can walk faster than you." Torrie rolled her eyes and slapped him lightly on the shoulder.

"Let's just get started," She said, and Batista nodded in agreement.

"Let's do some stretches first," He said. They both began doing some push-ups and sit-ups. He helped her lift some weights and work on her wrestling skills. Then they both climbed onto the mat that was in the middle of the training room so they could work on some grappling techniques.

"What kind of grapples are you familiar with?" Batista asked Torrie.

"Well, hair-whips, snapmares, sleeper-holds, and DDT's are what I usually use during a match. But they're all really weak." Responded Torrie.

"I think I could teach you a few easy moves." Batista said. He went over and picked up a stuffed dummy to practice on. "You know what a body slam is, right?" She nodded. "Okay, well it's a very easy move to do. First, you have to put your hand between the person's legs and grip their back. Then, you use the other one to go over their shoulder and grip their back." He demonstrated what he was talking about. "Next, you picked them up with their heads pointing down. Finally, you slam 'em down!"

Torrie nodded and got a dummy. Then she tried it out. "Good," complimented Batista. "You're doing great. Now let's work on some other moves." They continued practicing some new maneuvers until Eric walked into the room.

"Well, I see you two are doing some serious training." Eric commented. "But wrap it up—your match is next." He left the room and Batista and Torrie sat the dummies down.

"I'm gonna go get changed," Batista said. "You should too. Meet you in the ring." They both smiled and left the room, Batista going one direction and Torrie going the other. Batista headed to Evolution's dressing room and was greeted by Ric Flair.

"Hey, Batista," Ric said, "where have you been?"

"I've been training," he replied, heading towards his things. He brought out his wrestling attire. "I have a match next."

"What? With who?" Flair gasped.

"Um, it's a mixed tag match against Tomko and Trish." Batista replied. He opened the door to the bathroom, but Flair set his hand on Batista's shoulder.

"And who's your partner?" he asked with a grin. "Stacy Keibler, perhaps? Or Gail Kim?"

"No," Batista said. "It's—Torrie."

"Torrie Wilson?!" Ric cried. "She's your partner? I can't believe it." Ric walked over to the sofa and sat down. "How lucky can you be?"

"I guess I'm pretty lucky," Admitted Batista. "Now, lemme get changed." After he had gotten changed into his attire, he headed towards the ramp, as did Torrie from her dressing room. She had gotten changed into some really short jean shorts and a white shirt that showed her belly. Then she had gotten some plain white shoes and some elbow pads on—all to impress her partner.

Batista was first to be introduced the roaring crowd in Dallas, Texas. "The following mixed tag-team match is scheduled for one fall!" Lillian announced from inside the ring. "Introducing first, Batista!" Batista emerged from backstage and the crowd was screaming a mixture of boos and cheers. The boos from the crowd, of course, were because of Batista's involvement with Evolution, and the cheers were because they knew that he was Torrie's partner.

"Wow, Batista doesn't look as scary as usual," commented King from ringside.

"He does look rather happy," said J.R. "I think there's something going on between he and his partner."

"And speaking of his partner…" King trailed off just as Torrie's theme music began sounding and her video began showing on the big screen. Batista, who was already inside the ring, watched as Torrie's slim, cunning figure, appeared from backstage.

"Introducing next, his partner," Lillian began, "Torrie Wilson!"

Torrie had a lollipop in her hand, and brought it into her mouth from time to time as she walked towards the ring. The lollipop was small, so by the time she entered the ring and took her place next to Batista on one side of the ring, she had finished it.

"Man, J.R., Torrie looks even hotter this week!" cried King. "Look at those shorts! Look at those legs…"

"King, snap out of it," J.R. said sarcastically. As King observed Torrie's body, Trish's theme music began playing.

"Introducing next, the team of Trish Stratus and Tyson Tomko!" announced Lillian. Trish and Tomko trailed down the ramp and entered the ring. Both of them went to the center of the ring and Trish held up her belt. Tomko stood behind her, his intense eyes observing the booing crowd.

Torrie and Trish decided to start off the match. Before Torrie went to the middle of the ring to begin the match, Batista whispered in her ear, "Just remember everything that we practiced." She nodded and smiled, then went to the middle of the ring, ready to take charge.

The bell sounded, and instead of locking in a grapple with Trish, Torrie tackled her and began to pound her head into the mat. "Whoa!" King exclaimed. "Torrie's ready for Trish this time!"

Torrie and Trish began rolling around the ring, with each girl taking turns being on top. Torrie finally managed to get to her feet. Then she gave Trish a couple of cheap shots. She kicked Trish in the gut, making her fall to her knees. Torrie gripped Trish's head and took her down in a DDT.

Trish lay there motionless for a few minutes while Torrie climbed upon the apron in order to perform and aerial attack. But Trish took advantage of this and pulled Torrie down on the apron so that she was in a sitting position. Like the week before, she pushed herself up on the apron and wrapped her legs around Torrie's neck and shoulders. But she didn't perform the "Stratosphere" this time, for Torrie managed to grab hold of Trish's legs and toss her back down to the ring, landing on her feet.

While Trish backed a little ways from the apron in puzzlement, Torrie performed a cross body attack from above. Trish landed with a hard thump with Torrie laying on her sideways.

"Did you see that King? Torrie just performed an aerial attack!" J.R. cried. After Torrie had Trish down, she ran to Batista and tagged him in. After climbing into the ring, Batista pointed directly at Tomko.

"It looks like Batista is calling Tomko out," said King.

Trish scurried to Tyson and tagged him in and soon the two monstrous men where face to face. Tomko threw the first punch, but Batista blocked and socked him in the gut. As Tomko bent over in pain, Batista gave him brutal hammer with his forearm.

"Oh! What a hammer attack!" said J.R.

Batista continued to give Tomko multiple and painful attacks, from back chops to power bombs. Batista Irish Whipped Tomko into the ropes, but was struck down by his hard boot. Tomko gripped Batista's legs and performed a Boston Crab submission maneuver. Batista quickly broke out of that hold.

Tomko brought Batista to his feet and shoved him into the apron, and began giving him a series of painful back chops against his chest. Then he began a foot choke attack by pressing his hard black boot up against Batista's throat. Batista coughed and took hold of Tomko's leg, then used all his strength to throw him down.

"What a takedown by Batista!" J.R. said enthusiastically.

Batista brought Tomko to his feet and kicked him hard in his stomach, making him bend over like before. This gave him time to execute his signature move, the "Batista Bomb". He wrapped his hands around Tomko's gut and brought him off the ground. But before he could slam his opponent into the ground, he felt a fist strike him below the belt. Trish had snuck inside the ring and had given Batista a low blow attack before the ref noticed.

"Look at that!" King cried.

"Did you see that?!" J.R. said.

She scurried out before the referee could catch her, and inside the ring Batista fell two his knees. Tomko chuckled as he watched him roll around in pain. Then he looked at Torrie, who was calling out to him, trying to get him to get up. Tyson walked over to her, a big grin on his face.

Torrie looked frightened, and she could hear Trish ordering Tomko to get her. Of course, Tomko obeyed and took a heap of Torrie's hair in his hug palm. With one powerful tug, he flung her into the ring. Torrie fell on her back grasping her head.

"Look at what Tomko has just done!" King exclaimed.

"I see that, King! But Batista's down, and he can't help." J.R. answered. Torrie tried standing up, but Tyson shoved her down onto the mat with great force. Torrie stood on all fours and panted.

"Get her, Tomko! Get her!" Trish screeched from her place at the ropes. Tyson was just about to perform her commands when Batista came from behind and got him in a school boy pin. Trish attempted to break up the pin but Torrie, who had gained a little energy back, prevented this by shoving her out of the ring.

The ref quickly ran over to Tomko and Batista and rapidly counted, "One! Two! Three!"

"And Batista and Torrie win the match!" J.R. exclaimed.

"Alright!" King said.

Batista let back on the pin and began to celebrate with partner, who had joined him in the ring. They threw their hands up in victory. "We won, Batista, we won!" Torrie cried in happiness, embracing her firm muscled partner.

Batista blushed and responded, "Yeah, Torrie, we won. We did great." They exited the ring and headed backstage with cheers and cries of joy from the crowd. Batista invited Torrie back to Evolution's room to celebrate.

Batista opened the door to an empty room. "Flair? Triple H?" Batista called in confusion. "Hello?" He shrugged and went to a cooler next to the couch. He opened it and brought out two beers.

"Um, I don't drink." Said Torrie quietly.

"Oh, well we have plenty of soda." He clicked open the soda and poured it in a wine glass. Then he took his beer and did the same thing. "To our victory," He said, holding up his glass for a toast.

"To our victory," Torrie giggled, and they clicked their glasses together. Then they drank up. After Batista had finished his beer and Torrie had finished her soda, he walked her back to her dressing room.

"See you later," Batista said.

"It's been fun," Torrie replied. "Bye,"

"By the way…" Batista said as Torrie began closing the door, "you looked really, really nice tonight." Torrie blushed and thanked him, and then She stepped inside and shut the door quietly.

Batista headed back to Evolution's dressing room with a small smile on his face. "Why don't I just ask her out?" Batista said to himself. "I know I like her—I'm just afraid…afraid she'll say no." He sighed as he went back to the empty room. He sat down on the leather couch placed in the middle of the room. He stared quietly at the ground, a stream of confused thoughts flowing through his head. Then, suddenly, he looked up from the ground where he was staring and saw his cell phone.

"Should I?" he asked himself. "But what if—" He stared at the cell phone for a long time before he came to a decision.

In her room, Torrie was removing her makeup when she heard the jingle of her phone sounding. She hurried to her pink purse and pulled it out. "Hello?" she greeted, putting it onto her ear.

"Hey, Torrie, it's Batista." He said nervously through the receiver. "What are you doing Saturday?"