Playing the Game
The next week on RAW, Brooke was in the ring again with her women's title. She grabbed a mic and started,
"I have one question for Evolution's animal. Come out come out where ever you are..." Batista came out with a glare on his face. He got right in her face to intimidate her.
"What?" he demanded without a mic. She handed him a mic and went back to grab another one.
"My question is about last weeks match. You had a chance to take me out of wrestling for a hell of a long time…but you didn't."
"What's the question?" He asked with an annoyed voice.
"You could've taken me out of the title run. You could've saved Evolution from getting their asses kicked but more importantly you didn't even save Triple H's title. Why?"
He laughed in her face and said, "You think I helped you? You think I was thinking about you? That just shows how little you know about Evolution's animal. I don't help anyone out, I do it if it helps me out."
"Okay then…how did you not hitting me help you out?"
"First of all I didn't just help myself out, I helped out Triple H. You humiliated him a couple weeks back…I didn't take you out so you could be at your match when we humiliate you like you did us."
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Brooke walked down to Bischoff's office to see what torture session she was going to receive tonight. She walked into the his office after being called in.
"So, what's on the agenda tonight?"
"A title match." he said boredly.
"You mean for the World Heavyweight Championship?" She asked as her eyes lit up..
"No."
"Then what are you talking about?"
"Trish wants your title back so she asked for a match."
"What kind of match?" Brooke said as she raised an eyebrow.
"Evening Gown match."
"What is it with her and wanting to rip my clothes off?" she yelled. Bischoff shrugged waved his hand for her to leave. Frustrated, she left and walked down the hallway pissed. Her eye stopped on a blonde flirting with a stage hand, it was Trish. Brooke walked up behind her and shoved her head into a punch bowl that sitting on a table.
Trish yelled as her head came up. Her head and white shirt were covered in red punch. "You want to rip my clothes off so bad. Then you better work your ass off." Brooke hissed. Trish launched for her and shoved her into a wall. Brooke pushed back and they ended up on the floor pulling, scratching, and whatever else they could do. The stage hand watched them and started looking around for help.
"Don't have Orton to save your ass now!" Trish yelled.
"I don't need a man to save me!" she yelled back as she got on top of Trish and punched her in the face.
"My nose!" Trish yelped. Someone then pulled Brooke off and someone else helped up Trish.
"Get her down to the trainers." The man said who was holding Brooke back. "You just love to cause trouble don't you." He smirked. She turned around to face Shawn Michaels.
"If you knew what match I was in then you would've done exactly what I did." She simply said.
"Evening Gown?" He said as if it was obvious.
"Yes." she scoffed.
He laughed and said, "Good luck but save it for the ring." He nodded to her and walked off.
xxx
Brooke walked out in a simple black evening gown that showed off her cleavage perfectly. She walked up to the ring and climbed in with Trish waiting for her.
Trish ran straight for her but Brooke dodge her blow. Brooke took advantaged and grabbed Trish's hair and slammed her head to the mat. She then proceeded to put her into a camel clutch. She pulled on Trish's neck knowing no submission moves would help her out. She let go after a minute and pulled Trish back up for a quick knee to the abdomen. She then pulled a DDT and slammed her head to the mat. Brooke went to pull off the dress but Trish kicked her away. Brooke walked away and went to the ropes to clothesline Trish to the ground but Trish moved out of the way. Brooke turned around to face Trish but received a Chick Kick. Brooke fell to the ground and groaned. Trish went for her dress but Brooke kicked her in the stomach. They both stood up and glared at each other.
"You want my title. Come and get it!" Brooke yelled to her while making sure the camera picked it up. Trish ran for her but Brooke grabbed her arm and put her into an arm lock. She then forced it downward so Trish fell face first into the mat. Brooke got out and grabbed a chair. She got in and gave Trish a quick blow to the back and then stripped her of the evening gown. The ref called for the bell and gave the title back to Brooke.
"Still your Women's Champ…Brooke James!" Lillian said into a microphone.
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