Chapter 1

"I need you?" she asked, chuckling as she placed her hands on her
hips, "How do you figure? You're the ones who are breathing your
last breathes, not me."

She can't remember how exactly she had gotten herself into this
situation. The situation being, of course, Evolution. But here she
found herself, surrounded by what used to be, the three most
influential men in the business. Well, that is of course outside of
Mr. McMahon. Somehow she had managed to get herself smack in the
middle of their locker room, cornered by the three.

"Ok, I get it. You want me to toot your horn a bit and tell you how
bad we need you right now. Well, if that's what you're looking for
you're out of lucky little lady." Triple H closed the gap between
her and wall pretty quickly. His hair was pulled into a tight
ponytail, his shirt unbuttoned by three and one end un-tucked. Very
unkempt for the leader of the most powerful faction that every graced
the WWE. "I will say this though. This is a great opportunity for
you. See, you have a lot of pull here in this company, more than you
even know. Not only do you own the women's locker room, but you have
most of the male wrestlers in the palm of your hand. Let me cut to
the point, we can help you just as much as you can help us."

She laughed, flipping a piece of blonde hair out of her eyes, "How
exactly do you figure I have every male wrestler in the palm of my
hand? And how exactly can you help me? Last I checked, you were the
ones run out of the ring the tonight. And, for some odd reason, I
can see that happening again." To even think she had control over
the male wrestlers was just absurd. She knew for a fact that Jericho
had a strong distaste for her. But he did have every right to, she
made him look like a fool for the entire world to see. Christian was
another on her enemy list. To think he had the nerve to drop her
like a bad habit when he came back from his injury. He didn't even
think twice about it. but...Christian always did see gold in his
eyes. It always blinded him from seeing anything else. And Tomko
was useless for her as well. Christian had him so cock whipped, she
wouldn't be surprised if he was stuck up Christian's ass
permanently.

Ric Flair leaned his arm against the wall, coming so close that it
passed the friendly stage and went straight to the perverted old man
stage. "Oh, my dear, if you haven't noticed, you have a few things
working for you to...persuade, if you will." If he would have
stared any more at her breasts, his eyes would have popped completely
out of his head. Batista let out a little growl, "Ric, I think she's
got the complete package going on for her." She never knew the
monster to talk as much, let alone, make a comment that actually
turned her on. He stood before her, in black dress slacks and a grey
button down that clung to his every ripple, his tie loosely hanging
around his neck. Let's face it, the man was definitely sexy, no
doubt about it, but the fact that little words ever came from his
mouth; he was more of an enigma that every woman wanted, but yet,
were too afraid to even attempt to try for.

Triple H extended his arm against Dave and Ric's chest. "Ok boys,
back up a bit." A sly smile spreading across his lips as the two
backed down from the lady. "Let me put this simply for you, not only
do you have pull in the women's locker room being the champ, but...
Trish, you're good friends with a fellow by the name of Edge. And he
would be a fine addition to our crew. You just have to persuade him
to forget about my title. And I'm sure you can persuade at least one
other male to join our faction. But...I want someone who can
represent."

"Oh, so now it all comes into play...you want me to join Evolution and
recruit new members. I see, and what are you going to do for me?
She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. This conversation was
becoming more and more boring by the minute. Anger was slowly
beginning to rise from Triple H's face. He wanted her in and she was
giving him way too much mouth about joining. "Well, let's see. For
one, you'd have protection. Protection from anyone trying to take
your title away from you. And, if I'm not mistaken, Lita's up for a
title shot very shortly." Trish rolled her eyes as soon as that
name was mentioned.

Fucking Lita. In her opinion, Lita didn't deserve a title shot
whatsoever. She was not in any shape to even be considered a
dominant female. She was a joke to the industry. With her
melodramatic baby episode, and her ever lovey-dovey Matt Hardy, it
was enough to make anyone puke. She would be a disgrace to the title
if it were in her hands...and that's something Trish would never be
able to handle. "Ok, you have yourself a deal...but let me be the
manipulative one. You three just hang low, we don't need anyone
figuring out our plan. And I guarantee, you'll be back on top in no
time." With that being said, she pushed Batista and Triple H out of
the way, grabbed her title lying on the bench, and exited the locker
room. What am I getting myself into?' she thought as she made her
way through the halls.