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Chapter Two-Dave's P.O.V.

Another Monday night, another show ending with the most dominant force in the WWE standing in the middle of the ring.

Evolution was in total control of everything, including every title belt available.

Evolution was golden.

H had the World Heavyweight title, Randy was IC Champ and Ric and I had the tag titles. All that was left was the women's title and none of us really fit the criteria for that.

It seemed like no one could touch us. We were definitely a force to be reckoned with.

"What are you planning on doing tonight?" Randy asked interrupting my thoughts.

"I was just thinking about going back to the hotel tonight. I'm really beat," I replied.

"Are you serious, big man? You're going to skip out on us just because your muscles are a little sore? We're in Miami! I'm sure you could find some woman out there tonight that could help you relax, if you know what I mean," he smirked.

"Of course, I know what you mean. That's all you ever think about."

"Seriously, Dave. Come have some fun."

"Will it shut you up?"

"For now."

I sighed before making my decision. "Fine, Randy. But I have to go back to the hotel to get cleaned up."

"Awesome! I'll see you later, then," Randy smiled and then walked away.

I threw on a shirt and a pair of shorts before heading back to the hotel.

After I had gotten cleaned up, I met Randy down in the lobby.

"I thought you were gonna bail on me there for a minute," he said when he saw me.

"I wouldn't do that, man. Where's H and Ric?"

"Their wives finally got control over them."

"That's too bad," I laughed. "Where are we go…" I began to say before I ran into someone.

I looked down on the floor and realized it was one of the writers. Jennifer something, I thought her name was.

"All that gold blinding you guys?" Adam Copeland questioned, helping the girl up.

"I'd rather be blinded by the gold than be perfectly capable of seeing those titles slip further and further away from me," Randy replied.

"Well, you know what they say: the higher you climb, the harder you fall and believe me, Evolution is going to fall really hard," Copeland continued on to Randy but I wasn't paying attention to them.

Something about the girl was drawing me toward her, whether it be the shyness that she showed or the fact that she seemed completely innocent…I don't know. But whatever it was, it was like gravity pulling me to her.

"Are you okay?" I asked her quietly as the other two continued to argue.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she answered just as softly.

"I'm really sorry about that. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

"It's okay, really."

We stood in silence for a moment, barely aware that Randy and Edge were still at each other's throats until we both heard the sound of a fist making contact with a jaw.

I turned quickly to find Randy on the floor.

"You fucking son of a bitch!" Randy yelled, running his fingers over the place where Adam's fist made contact.

Adam smirked and walked away, the girl following shortly after.

"Can you believe the nerve of him?" Randy asked, getting up from the floor. "Who does he think he is to punch me, Randy Orton, third generation Superstar, Intercontinental Champion AND a member of Evolution the most powerful faction in the history of the WWE."

I shrugged my shoulders as he kept rambling. My attention was back with the writer.