Chapter 3

She didn't understand why they chose this place to meet. There were
at least a handful of clubs in this pathetic town to discuss the next
plan of attack, why a strip club of all places? She headed straight for
the back V.I.P section where she had been instructed to go. It was no
surprise to her to see topless girls positioned perfectly on the laps
of the four Evolution members. And who could forget the naked slut dancing
on the table as well. She crossed her arms at her chest and began tapping
her foot. It took at least 3 minutes before any of them even noticed her.

Batista, being the first, wiped the look of ecstasy and hunger from his
face, replacing it with his normal scowl. He slightly elbowed Triple H
who in turn gave his patented smirk. "Ok ladies, if you could excuse us
for a few minutes, we have another beautiful woman to attend to." Trish
rolled her eyes, "Damn right, now take a hike." They all gave disappointed
faces and began to clear the table. Trish grabbed the one strippers arm
before she could walk away though, "Hold up there, uh...sweetie..." she began
her words as sweet as candy, "do you think you can bring me a grey goose
and cranberry? Thanks so much" turning while giving a roll of the eyes.
She pushed Edge in further and sat down at the circular booth. Looking
at the four men with their signature expressions made her think, why was
everyone so afraid of them and better yet, why wasn't she?

"Ok guys, let's get down to it. Here's my plan for our next member...and this
one, this is a good one." Once she noticed she had their undivided attention
she continued, "The next member of Evolution will be a diva. But, we're going
to keep her under wraps for a while before letting everyone know she's part
of Evolution." Triple H frowned "Wait, I think we should worry more about
another male. No offense there Trishy, but I don't think a diva can protect us
as well as a male." Trish picked up the vodka cranberry drink she had ordered
and took a sip while rolling her eyes. "I think you may want to hear me out
completely before you shoot me down Trips...remember, I can back out of this
little agreement without thinking twice." A scowl spread across his face and his
breathing became louder as his nose flared on each long breathe. Not a very good
scare tactic. If he was trying to intimidate her, it really wasn't working.

"The diva I'm planning on recruiting will have one job in general...she will work
on warming up Bischoff. As I see it right now, if he was back on your side, you
wouldn't have to fight these bogus matches because he wouldn't schedule them.
This diva will act as though she is interested in good ol' Eric and he'll fall
for her charm and she'll have him in the palm of her hand. Eric's a pig, let's
not forget that. And the diva I have in mind, would do anything so as long as
she gets what she wants in the end."

All four members of Evolution smiled. They seemed to like her idea. And it
wouldn't be that hard to pull off. Trish had gone through the list of diva's
earlier that night. Most of them would never even consider doing something so
low and disrespectful...however there was that one. "Which one are we talking
about here beautiful?" Trish looked shocked for a second...did Dave Batista just
call her beautiful? That's two pick-up lines in two days. Was he trying to hit
on her? Maybe that was his natural personality poking through. He had the
whole monster appearance going on, she never knew him tobe a charmer. "Well,
Dave...first off, thanks for the compliment...and secondly...the diva I'm talking about
just so happens to be a playmate centerfold." Dave was intrigued.

He was expecting her to recruit someone like Gail Kim...or maybe even attempt
Christy...that new fiery diva. But, never in a million years would he think
she would attempt Carmella. She wasn't much of a wrestler. But, if she was
going to be working behind the scenes, he couldn't think of anyone better.
Trish continued telling her plans of attack, it seemed as though they wanted her
to continue.

"You see, Carmella hates Christy with a passion. She despises the fact that the
people chose Christy over her for the diva search. Though neither of them are
that special in my eyes..."Trish's voice trailed as she began thinking about that
stupid diva search. Leave it to the WWE to completely make a mockery out of the
womens' division. How were any of the diva's supposed to gain respect when you
have half naked sluts dancing around in the ring? "Sorry, anyway...I'll convince
Carmella that Evolution will give her the popularity that Christy has taken from
her. I'll tell her by warming up to Bischoff, she'll help us get rid of these
retarded matches he keeps putting you four in, and she can work on getting him to
grant her that match against Christy she wants so bad. Now, we don't want to
keep her a secret and then just invite her into our little club here, because
Bischoff is smarter than that. He would figure out that we used her to get to him.
So, the last thing she'll request will be for him to demand her a spot in Evolution.
And there you have it."

Trish took a deep breath and relaxed back into the plush seat. She had left
every member of her faction speechless. They were imaging the possibilities.
She did have to admit, it was a great plan. She never thought she could be so
conniving, but here she was: the main conspirator in this tricky plan to keep
Evolution afloat.