Shudder To Think
"Second week in a row!" Ric Flair joyfully proclaimed as once again, Dave Batista screwed Triple H's opponent, this time being Eugene, out of a victory. Randy Orton and Dave Batista's exchanging of words in the locker room last week led to the two not speaking for the next week, and both athletes were content in knowing that no-one else knew about it, that it was between The Animal and The Legend Killer. Or so they thought. What they didn't know is that Brooklyn hung around outside the locker room and heard every word. She'd kept it to herself, deciding it was better to be with Evolution than against them.
Triple H walked in from his match and praised Batista once again. "I'll tell you Dave, your career is gonna go places!" Triple H smiled. Brooklyn looked at Randy, who had an angry look on his face. "Maintain your composure." She advised him quietly. Dave gave Randy an "I-told-you-so" look, with a smile across his face. "I need to make a phone call." Brooklyn said, walking out the door. She went outside to the phone box, put in a few quarters, and called Kane, her other older brother.
"Hello?" a familiar voice on the other end said. "Kane, it's me." she said. "I need to ask you something. Don't tell 'Taker." she warned. "Ok. Bee, what's up?" he asked, sounding concerned. "Well, what do you think would happen if Evolution split up?" she asked. "Why, what's happened?" Kane asked. "Oh, nothing's happened." She said, desperate not to let out what she knew. "Well, they'd all go their separate ways. But it depends on how they split. If they just decided to split, there'd be no hard feelings. But if they split up 'cause of an argument among the group, say, Randy and Batista, (Brooklyn's heart took a jolt) then, I shudder to think." he finished off. "Oh, ok. Thanks, bro. See ya." she said, hanging up the phone and walking back to the Evolution locker room.
Dave was pacing up and down when she got back in, and Ric and Triple H were talking about something. Randy was nowhere to be seen. "Where's Randy?" she asked nervously. Oh God, she thought to herself, what if Dave's gone and hit him? Jeez, it would be a hell of a swelling if he had. "Oh, he just went to go and get something to eat after his match. He won, by the way." She'd heard enough. As soon as she'd got outside, she whipped out her cell phone and called Randy. "Where the hell are you?" she asked. "I'm in my car, parked outside the 7-11 about half a mile from the arena. I'm eating fries." he said. "I don't give a damn what you're eating, I'm gonna be over there in about 5 minutes." Brooklyn said, getting in her car. In a few minutes, she arrived outside the 7-11 and sure enough, there Randy was, sitting in his car.
"What the hell happened?" she said, walking over and getting in his car "Whaddaya mean?" Randy asked, obviously trying to hide something. "You wouldn't just walk out on Evolution like that. What happened? Tell me." she said. "Me and Dave had a bit of a falling out last week. Y'see, I think that if he wants to improve his career, then he should think less of Triple H, and more about himself. But he just keeps interfering for Hunter every week!" Randy said, agitated. Brooklyn just nodded her head in agreement. "So what happened earlier?" she asked. "Well, after my match, I confronted Batista. I asked him if one day, he'd go after the title or just be Hunter's stooge. So then, he told me to stay out of it. I then asked him if he was going to kick Hunter's ass or kiss it, because I knew that would perplex him. So then, Dave asked me if I wanted a beating. I just told him that I didn't give a damn about what he wanted, and then he slapped me across the face. So I just told him that one day, that would come back to haunt him, and walked out. Keep this a secret, okay?"
Brooklyn thought about it. "Okay. But seriously? Does this mean that this is the …end of Evolution?" she asked. Randy sighed and put his arm around her. "I don't know, sweetheart. I really don't know."