((Ello once again! Chapter 4 is completed! Thanks SO much for all your nice reviews, I enjoyed reading them. I kind of got lazy towards the end, but I hope you guys will still like it. Stay tuned for the next chapter—I'm adding a new character and giving the story a pretty freaky twist (I think). Bye!—MC Penguin))
The next few weeks on Raw were pretty dull for Torrie and Batista. Ever since Eric had split them up, they hadn't been so lucky in matches. Batista had been placed in a battle royal match a week or so ago, and was had so many things on his mind that he accidentally eliminated his chum, Ric Flair, from Evolution. Then Batista himself had been eliminated. Then a couple of Mondays ago he and Triple H had had a tag team match against Chris Jericho and Chris Benoit, and had gotten disqualified due to Triple H's hot head.
Torrie had been in a couple of matches against the likes of Nidia and the new girl, Christy, and had even teamed up with some of her fellow Divas in tag team matches. But even so, neither of them could stop thinking of one another. Sure, they could talk on the phone, but that wasn't enough.
Talking to Batista was nice, but Torrie wanted to see that intense face of his, to feel the roughness of his cheeks in her grasp once more. But she knew that it was utterly impossible to do without paying the consequences. So she tried to keep herself occupied by joining up with Lita and the members of her little alliance to take on Trish and her little posse.
Tonight Torrie was going to be in a match against Trish in a bra and panties match, her first one on Raw this year. She and Lita had taken on Gail and Trish a couple weeks ago, but ever since her first Raw match-up Torrie hadn't gone up against Trish one-on-one. But, she had to admit that she was a tad bit confident, seeing that she had been in a number of bra and panty matches before.
Even so, Torrie wasn't sure she could win. Without Batista rooting her on by her side, she couldn't focus her mind on winning. But her Diva friends encouraged her, and that made her feel a little bit better.
It was about seven thirty or so, Raw had just begun a few minutes ago, when Torrie walked quietly into the women's locker room in the arena in Madison, Wisconsin. Lita, Victoria, and Stacy were there, unfolding their belongings and chatting about. "Hi, Torrie," greeted Stacy, rushing over to give her a friendly hug. Torrie had had a bit of trouble warming up to Stacy, mostly because of their past. She had always remembered being in a match against her, but through a little conversation they had become close friends.
"Hi," greeted Torrie, embracing her friend. "Hi Lita. Victoria." Lita, who had recently regained the title of Women's Champ, and Victoria, waved in greeting. Torrie set her things down and unzipped her sports bag.
"So, how are you doing? You know—with Batista, and everything." Stacy wondered aloud, placing herself on the bench near the lockers.
"Um, I guess I've been fine. We talked last night on the phone." Torrie said quietly, bringing out her wrestling attire from the sports bag.
"Eric is such a jerk," Lita said. "I friggin' hate him."
"He's just so full of himself," added Victoria. "But I just guess that's just how he is." The other Divas nodded in agreement. Then, suddenly, they heard the door of the locker room fling open once more, but it wasn't a pleasant surprise they got. In walked Molly, Gail, Jazz, and—worst of all—Trish.
The four Divas that had just entered the locker room made their way towards the others. "Hi, Torrie," Trish greeted with a fiendish smile. "Getting ready to lose tonight?"
"I'm not gonna lose." Torrie said firmly, standing erect in front of her rival.
"Is that so?" Trish giggled, looking at Torrie with fiery eyes. "I've already won, haven't I? I mean, I've broken you and your beloved Batista up. I think without him, you're just the weak tramp you were before."
"You had nothing to do with what happened that day." Torrie replied, flashing the look right back at her.
After smiling evilly at her comrades, Trish replied, "Oh, but I did. I was the one who gave that little fat man the idea for taking those pictures. The WWE requires things like dates between superstars to be kept private, but I had to split you two up somehow. So, I concocted this little scheme."
Torrie gulped. It was her fault that she and her Big Guy were separated. It was her fault that these past few weeks had been so horrible. It was all her fault. Lita looked at Trish in disgust.
"You are so—" Before she could finish her sentence, the muscular figure of Jazz came and stood in front of her with a scowl on her face. Lita eyed her, and Jazz shot the look right back to the red-haired Diva to show that she meant business.
The other two Divas involved with Trish followed suit and placed themselves in front of the other Divas on Torrie's side, with Molly facing Stacy and Gail up against Victoria. The locker room now had two rows of four Divas facing each other, giving one another a sickening glare.
Before any of the Divas on either side could say anymore, Eric barged in with a smile on his face. Suddenly all sixteen eyes were on him instead of each other. "Girls, girls, what's going on here? I'm sensing some bad vibes, no?" Eric said.
"I guess you could say that," Trish answered, looking at the four opposing Divas with her fierce look.
"Oh? Well, why is that?" Eric smiled brightly. But before any of the girls could answer, he added, "Never mind that question—I'm going to make a solution. Trish and Torrie, your bra and panties match is canceled tonight." There was a brief look of disappointment and unhappiness on both of the women's faces, but felt a little bit better when Eric announced, "Tonight, instead of Torrie and Trish's bra and panties match, we're gonna have a four-on-four Diva match up. On one team: Lita, Torrie Wilson, Victoria, and Stacy Keibler. On the other: Trish Stratus, Jazz, Gail Kim, and Molly Holly. Sound good?"
The eight Divas looked at one another, and then they all agreed with a nod. "Great." Said Eric. "You'll match will be next. Have fun." When Eric had left the room Trish directed her attention back to the four Divas that stood on the opposite side of her team of Divas.
"See you in the ring," she snarled. Then, followed by her team, Trish exited the locker room with boastful smiles on all of their faces.
After Lita and the other women had gotten on their wrestling attires and were ready for the match, they all headed towards the ramp to get things started. As they stood in the little area leading to the ramp, they all could hear the large hoots and hollers of all the fans that awaited their match up.
"You girls ready?" asked the soundman who was seated at a table with all sorts of different buttons. They all nodded, and soon the whole crowd was in a nonstop roar as Lita's theme music began playing and her video showed onscreen. All at once the four Divas emerged from backstage, with Lita, the leader of the group, first, then Torrie, followed by Victoria, and finally Stacy. As they all stood at the beginning of the ramp with the cameras flashing and people screaming, each girl flashed their signature taunt. Lita threw her arm out in her unusual point, Victoria raised her arms as if she had just won a match instead of waiting to begin won, Stacy blew the crowd kisses, and Torrie waved gracefully.
After doing this for about sixty seconds or so, the four women headed down to the ring and entered. Then they repeated what they had done earlier, but with a little more enthusiasm. King was star struck as he saw the four mouth-watering Divas from his place at the ringside table.
"Oh my, J.R., look those Divas! Aren't they just wonderful?" King remarked, his voice in a tone of astonishment. "Oh, look at the puppies J.R.!"
"King, calm down. We see these women every week." J.R said, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
"I know, but—" Just as King was about to protest, Trish's theme music sounded and the four opposing Divas approached the ramp. They basically did what Lita and her team had done, but, of course, instead of a number of nonstop cheers they got a great deal of boos.
After they had entered the ring and done their little taunts, Trish's team resigned to their corner to discuss who would go first. "I think it should be me," Trish suggested. "I'm sure Lita will be the one to go in for them."
"Sounds good," Jazz agreed, and the other women in the huddle nodded too. So Trish stood against the apron as her teammates exited the ring and stood at their posts. Lita was decided to go in first for her team.
When the bell sounded the two women locked in a grapple, and stood trying to take over for a few minutes or so. In the end Lita won and suplexed Trish onto the mat. A shriek of pain left Trish's mouth as she grasped her lower back while she lay on the mat. Lita ruthlessly climbed upon her and began giving her many blows to the face.
"Lita has control of the match so far," said J.R. Lita brought her opponent to her feet and clobbered her back with a hard hammer attack. "Oh, what a powerful blow!"
"Lita is showing no mercy!" King cried.
Indeed, the fiery redhead wasn't showing any mercy for her opponent whatsoever. She Irish whipped Trish into the apron and began to give her numerous back chops. Trish squeaked in pain, but Lita continued her violent maneuvers. When she knew Trish had had enough, Lita wrapped her arms around the blonde's head and bulldogged her back onto the mat.
Trish grabbed her face in pain after she had been slammed down onto the ground. Lita merely took hold of her hair and brought her over to her corner. She tagged Victoria in and together they suplexed her onto the floor. Lita went back to her post while Victoria began brutalizing the blond.
She got Trish in a camel clutch hold and pulled back on her head as hard as she could. The ref darted over to see if Trish was going to tap. After seeing that she wasn't going to tap after all, Victoria let go of her head and stood up. Trish rolled over onto her back, and Victoria stood in front of her, her face staring out into the wild crowd. She threw her hands up and cried, "Let me hear you, Wisconsin!" With that, the crowd in Madison gave out a number of cheers and applause.
"Wow! Victoria's getting the crowd all fired up!" King said. "Go Vicky! Go Vicky!"
When Victoria made sure that she had heard at least half of the crowd hollering, she performed a moonsault attack onto Trish. Victoria then got her in a pin.
The referee slid over and began to hit his hand on the mat. "One! Two! Thr—" Just as the ref was going to finish the count and give the victory to Victoria and the rest of her allies, Molly ran into the ring and broke the pin with a hard stomp.
Victoria rolled over on her back in pain while Molly helped Trish to her feet. Lita began to enter the ring to aid Victoria, but the referee trudged over and began to scold her. While the ref was occupied, Molly and Trish began to batter Victoria. Together they pulled Victoria to her feet and Irish whipped her against the ropes. Then they both gave her a good monkey toss onto the mat.
Before she exited the ring, Molly shoved Victoria into the apron corner. Then she went back to the ropes to let Trish finish Victoria off. Trish hurried over to the apron and began giving Victoria a number of blows to her head. After making sure Victoria had gotten enough, Trish Irish Whipped Victoria diagonally into the apron opposite of the one she and her opponent were at. But Victoria managed to push herself off of the apron and perform another moonsault onto Trish.
She and the blond landed on the mat with a thud, and a gigantic cheer from the crowd followed. Victoria was the first to recover, and when she got to her feet she started off towards her team's corner to tag someone in. But Trish made sure that didn't happen, for she managed to trip the dark-haired girl and pull her to the ground. With Victoria back on the mat, Trish hurried over to her corner and tagged in Gail Kim.
Gail entered the ring and hurried over to Victoria. She pulled her to her feet and gave her a couple of cheap shots. Then, she took hold of Victoria's hair and attempted to Irish Whip her out of the ring. But that didn't happen. Victoria countered the Irish Whip and Gail wound up getting hurled out of the ring onto the hard outside floor.
Given the chance, Victoria rushed over to her team's corner and tagged in Stacy. By the time Stacy had entered the ring in her usual, sensual way; Gail had recovered from the Irish Whip and was back in the ring.
"Oh, J.R., look at those legs!" King cried as he watched Stacy bend over into the ring in her really short wrestling tights.
The tall blond and the fairly short Asian locked in a grapple. Being the better athlete, Gail won the grapple and took Stacy down in a snap-suplex. Gail pulled Stacy to her feet and gave her a couple kicks to the mid-section. After that, she wrapped her arms around Stacy's stomach and heaved her backward onto the mat in a belly-to-belly suplex.
Stacy let out a grunt of pain. The Asian felt no sympathy, though, and brought the blond to her feet once again. She tried to Irish Whip Stacy into the ropes, but, using her long legs; Stacy countered and did a cartwheel. Gail, surprised, stood in shock while the crowd cheered on the former cheerleader.
"Whoa!" King cried.
Gail Kim soon came to her senses and ruthlessly clotheslined Stacy onto the mat. Then she went over and tagged in Molly, who was eager and ready to get her hands on Stacy. The brunette walked over to Stacy and took hold of her hair. Then, with a great use of 'ruthless aggression', she flung Stacy across the ring in a hair whip.
"There's a nice hair whip by Molly," commented J.R.
Stacy landed on the hard mat with a loud thud once again, but didn't have time to try and recover. Molly had already headed over to where she lay and pulled her up. Then, Molly Irish Whipped her onto the apron. She backed up a little ways, and then attempted to perform her handspring elbow attack. Molly had just finished her last back handspring and was about elbow Stacy when she hit her back on the apron.
Her plan had backfired; Stacy had recovered from the hair whip and had moved at the last minute. When the short-haired brunette was against the apron, Stacy gave her a foot choke with her long legs.
"Boy, Stacy can sure use those legs!" King said.
Stacy pressed her foot harder on Molly's throat until the ref had counted to four. Then she let Molly collapse onto the floor. Stacy then headed over to her apron and tagged in Torrie, who had her hand out in anxiousness. When Stacy had tagged her, Torrie entered the ring and hurried over to Molly.
After pulling Molly to her feet, Torrie gave her a couple of bats to the head. Then she locked in a grapple with her and kneed her in the gut. Torrie then put Molly's head under her arm and took her down in a hard DDT.
"Ouch!" King said.
Torrie climbed on top of Molly when she was on the ground, and then began giving her hard head pounds onto the mat. Molly didn't let her do this for too long and soon she was on top of Torrie pounding her head on the mat. When she grew tired of slamming the blonde's head on the ground, Molly went over and tagged in Jazz. All of Jazz's teammates knew she would finish Torrie off and win the match.
Jazz hadn't been in the match at all, so when she entered the ring she was fired up and ready to go. First she demolished Torrie with a couple of ruthless slams and power bombs, leaving the blond with a small amount of energy. Then she gave her hard blows to the gut and gave her a hard sledgehammer attack to the back.
Meanwhile, backstage, Batista watched in horror as Torrie was manhandled by Jazz in the ring. "I can't do anything," Batista groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Nothing. She's getting thrashed out there!'
"Batista, she's going to be alright." Ric Flair tried to sound as comforting a he could. "You'll see. Torrie's gonna show off her inner-strength soon. You were her trainer! She knows a lot of good moves."
"But, Ric, she's getting devoured! Look at her; she's getting thrown around the ring like a rag doll." Batista said, peeping open his fingers so he could see the TV through the cracks of his finger spaces. Torrie was still getting beaten by Jazz. Batista knew he couldn't do anything; he had to sit there and watch the most important individual he knew get battered by an angry muscular woman.
Ric tried his hardest to help his friend, but nothing seemed to work. He knew he couldn't really help him; the only person who could was Bischoff. But he knew as well as Batista did that Eric wouldn't help anyone but himself.
"That damn Bischoff!" Batista cried, slamming his fist on the door.
"Wait! Look!" Ric said suddenly, pointing to the TV. Torrie had somehow tagged Lita back in, and she and Jazz where giving each other an equal amount of pain. Batista was relieved, but it still didn't take his mind off Torrie. He still couldn't see her. He still couldn't feel her within his grasp. Oh, how he longed for a kiss! But he knew nothing could be done.
Back in the ring, Jazz and Lita were pounding the life out of each other with all their might. Jazz had been giving the redhead a number of slams and tosses, but Lita had recovered almost all of them. Now Jazz had Irish Whipped Lita into the ropes and was looking forward to giving her a hard sidewalk slam to finish her off.
Lita was running towards Jazz and was ready for anything she threw at her. When the time was right, Jazz took hold of Lita in attempt to give her a hard slam. But, with a good use of gymnastic skills, Lita wrapped her legs around Jazz's neck and flung her onto the mat with her legs.
"Oh my!" J.R. exclaimed. "Lita has just performed a mind-blowing head scissors attack!" There was a cheer from the crowd as they watched Jazz flip onto the ground. Lita panted as she stood up and headed towards the apron.
"No, Lita, no!" King cried. The crowd and the two ringside hosts stared in awe as Lita climbed on top of the apron. Just below her lay Jazz, too tired to get up. Trish, Molly, and Gail tried to get Jazz to her feet with a couple of shouts and orders, but nothing happened.
Lita was at the top of the apron now. A roar of cheers bled through the crowd. Then, everything was in silence. Heartbeats could be heard. Everyone in that arena could feel Lita's nervousness rush through her mind like the waters of Niagra Falls. Then she did it. She leaped backwards through the air and onto the motionless being beneath her. There was a hard thud that signified that she had made it, and then the silence was devoured by a roar of cheers.
The ref ran over to the scene and began slamming his hand onto the mat. Trish and the other Divas on Jazz's side began to enter the ring so they could break the pin, but Stacy, Victoria, and Torrie made sure that didn't happen. Victoria tackled Gail and they rolled out of the ring tugging each other's hair, Stacy flung her leg around in a spinning kick and knocked Molly flat on her back, and Torrie aggressively shoved Trish through the ropes and onto the ringside floor.
Torrie didn't get to fight Trish tonight, and she knew this would be her only chance. So, she climbed out of the ring and pounded her rival's head onto the ring with great power. She made sure these simple and small blows were worth-while, because by this time the ref had counted to three and Lita and her team were being congratulated by screams from the crowds.
Lita's theme music was sounding throughout the arena, and Lita herself was in the middle of the ring, celebrating. Torrie, Stacy, and Victoria joined her.
Backstage, Batista sighed in relief. Thank God it's all over, he said to himself. I don't know why I was so scared; Torrie survived. She did great. He stared at the TV in silence, watching his blond beauty strut around the ring with a smile of triumph upon her face. But that didn't last long. The whole world, including Batista, saw the horrible ending to this victory celebration.
Lita and Victoria were both posted upon the aprons, and Stacy was dancing and doing cartwheels around the ring. But, somehow, none of them saw Trish. While they were all celebrating, Trish climbed into the ring, her hand clutched to a steel chair. When Torrie turned around, she saw a gray blur swing at her. That's the last thing she saw.
But that wasn't the last thing she felt. She felt herself hit the ground with great pain, and her face became numb. She felt the taste of blood in her mouth, but didn't realize her lips was bleeding terribly. A ball of pain was created in her gut, threatening to explode. And then there was darkness. Black. Shadowy. Darkness.
Batista was at the stretcher's side calling Torrie with a tone of fright in his voice. "Torrie, I'm here. It's me. Batista." He tried to communicate with her as he could, but nothing happened.
"She's not gonna talk; she's unconscious." Said the doctors as they rushed through the parking lot. "Give it up, man."
"No! She is not unconscious!" Batista protested, jogging beside them towards the ambulance. "Torrie! Torrie, I'm here. Wake up. Please, wake up!" He tried to reach out, touch her face, but a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Batista felt his hand turn into a fist and almost punch the person holding him back. "Let go! Torrie needs me!" He whirled around to see Bischoff standing there, his hand clutched to Batista's muscled arms.
"I don't think you're supposed to be here." Eric said with a smirk on his face. "Get back to the locker room. Now." Batista felt his anger grow inside him wildly.
"Eric please—" Batista pleaded.
"Back to the locker room. Now."
"Eric—"
"Now."
Batista eyed him furiously. He couldn't get suspended. But he couldn't leave Torrie. But there was nothing he could do. He began walking towards the locker room once more. He looked intensely at the gravel of the parking lot. He looked back. She was gone. She was in the ambulance already. The doctor's were getting ready to leave. How could he do this? He was abandoning her. He was leaving her. He couldn't. He wouldn't.
"Torrie!" He roared, turning himself around and jetting towards the ambulance. Eric blocked his way.
"You are not leaving!" Eric protested.
"No! Leave me alone! Torrie!" Batista extended his arm out towards the ambulance. He saw it back out of the parking space and heard its horrible sirens flare loudly. "TORRIE! I LOVE YOU!"
Why? That was the only question that was on Batista's mind. Why? Why didn't he just shove that little bastard out of his way? Why? He could have done it. He could have just tossed that stupid little man onto the ground. He should have risked it. He should have done it. Why didn't he?
He sat in his hotel room mourning mentally. The lights were off and he sat only in a pair of boxer shorts, his face buried in his hands. He kept that view of Torrie locked in his head. She lay motionless on that stretcher, a neck brace keeping her firm and straight. Her lip was bleeding a little bit, maybe severely, he didn't notice how much. He just saw her, unconscious, breathing slowly.
That bastard. That bastard Bischoff. I hate him. I hate him so damn much. So damn much. Soon the darkness of the room surrounded him, and he was drowned in the blackness. After sighing with great grief, Batista climbed beneath the covers and slowly drifted off to sleep.