Chapter 4

"Well, let me just tell you. You are one hard diva to get a hold
of. You would think since you don't wrestle and you're not a
manager, you'd be relatively easy to find." Trish stood in a dark
area of the arena. She couldn't even remember the name of the town
she was in. It didn't matter to her, the central parts of the US
were little hick towns anyway...nothing like the east or west coast.
Carmella rolled her eyes, her cocky attitude gleaming on her
face. "So what's this little secret meeting about that you had to
leave a note in my locker to keep a low profile? I can't imagine it
being anything promising for me, so let's get it over with." Trish
laughed and she jumped up onto a speaker standing nearby, her short
little legs dangling over the edge. "Oh, I guarantee you're going to
want to hear what I have to say..."

"Let me get this right, you want me to join Evolution? Wow, you must
be really hurting for members to ask me." Trish rolled her eyes at
that comment. How dare she even assume that Evolution needed her
help, though she knew it was the truth. Trish didn't know what made
her more furious, the fact that Carmella was still copping attitude
with her or the fact that she didn't accept the offer and deem Trish
her savior. "Look, we all know you've been having trouble finding a
managing opportunity. And I can't blame them, who would trust a
steamy playboy playmate? You could jump ship whenever a better
proposition would present itself." Carmella gave her a disgusted
look, it was one thing to take shit from men about her career choice,
she didn't need it from Mrs. Fitness Model. "So then tell me this,
why would Evolution want me...that is, if no one seems to want to trust
me?" Trish's laughter rang out through the hallway. She really did
lack intelligence. It's a surprise she really wasn't born
blonde. "If you haven't already figured it out...Evolution can break
you just as easily as they can make you. Betray us, and kiss your
career as good as gone." An intimidated look began surfacing on the
sassy brunette's face and for once, she was left speechless. Trish
jumped off of the speaker and began to walk away, she had to watch
how the events of tonight were going to progress on RAW. She turned
though, leaving her with one last comment to drive the deal
home. "Think of it this way though Carm...you can't lose a career that
you never had in the first place. Let me know you're decision by the
end of the night."

She couldn't believe the way things were turning out this evening.
She couldn't believe that Orton actually beat Batista in the first
match of the evening. It really seemed as though the end of
Evolution was coming. And what could make matters worse other than
the Highlight Reel with her and Lita as guests. Jericho really had a
lot of nerve to call her a slut. He was the one who betrayed her
first. Any girl in her right mind would have dumped him when they
figured out she was just a bet. And a really cheap one at that! The
only pleasure she got out of the ordeal was when Snitsky came out and
kicked that plastic baby, making Lita almost cry. That had given her
some promise in her next recruit. She didn't know how she had come
to the conclusion that Snitsky should be the final member. She had
gone through the list of available superstars countless times and
came up empty handed each time. Snitsky was the only one she had
even considered, though they all would be expecting him to be
Evolution's next move.

It wasn't until Trip's run-in with him later in the evening that had
changed her mind. No, Snitsky would not work in the group at all.
She would have to take another good look at that list...and quick. She
needed her last member by Survivor Series, unless Carm would make up
her little mind and join. The more she thought about it, Snitsky was
a bad idea all around...once Kane came back from injury, he would be
targeting Snitsky. And if Snitsky were part of Evolution; that meant
Kane would take them all out as well. Trish made her way over to the
nearest monitor after hearing commotion all around. She was not
happy with what she saw in that ring. How could those four idiots
overpower Evolution? Granted, Edge was down-playing his transition
into Evolution by telling Triple H he was going after his title after
they won Survivor Series. He did such a good job it actually made it
look like Evolution was falling apart. But, the sight of Evolution
retreating up the ramp leaving Maven, Benoit, Jericho and Orton to
stand superior in that ring was enough to turn her stomach.

She quickly gathered her things from the locker room, throwing her
clothes into her bag. She had a lot of planning to do and very
little time to do it, considering Survivor Series was less than a
week away. She pushed open the door to the locker room, her bag
rolling behind her. She kicked over a garbage can as she headed
toward the exit, bringing much attention to her angry tantrum. "Oh,
the always calm and collected Trish actually looks a little pissed
off right now. What's wrong princess, afraid Lita might actually
take that title from you on Sunday?" Trish turned to her right to
find none other than Randy Orton leaning on an empty equipment box.
She must admit, as good as he looked in his wrestling attire, that
comment majorly pissed her off. She turned to him, a shitty ass grin
covering her face. Her eyes narrowed as she let go of her bag and
made her way closer to him. "Oh, I am more confident than ever that
I will remain the women's champion after Survivor Series. Lita
doesn't stand a chance." Randy nodded, the sexy smirk he gives every
lady spread slowly across his face. "I don't know...I could have swore
I saw a look of worry on your face out there this evening. I think
you may be bluffing right now." Trish put her hands on her hips, her
cheeks turning a rosy color. How is it even possible that he is
turning her on right now?

There hasn't been a man since Jeff Hardy that could make her cheeks
blush without at least kissing her. She just hoped the slight
redness wouldn't grab his attention. Its one thing to let a man know
he has an affect on a woman...it was something completely different to
let Randy Orton know he has an affect on a woman. The last think she
needed was for him to gloat about his looks anymore than he already
did. "Aww, Trish, are you blushing? Or am I just imaging the pretty
color your cheeks have just turned?" Damn. Good job being subtle,
Trish. She needed a rebuttal quickly, she couldn't let him see how
he had her in the palm of his hand. "No, you're right. My cheeks
are a pretty color red because you're comments are pissing me off!"
Randy reached out and brushed her cheek with his thumb. The tingly
sensation that came after the brush was enough to turn her cheeks
even more red. She backed up slightly, heat gushing through her
whole body. "Have a good night Randy." With that, she turned and
grabbed her bag heading for the exit. "I'd love for you to stay but
I love to watch you leave!" As he watched her ass bounce in the
tight, low cut black pants she was wearing. She turned and gave the
sexiest smile she could muster, "That was the cheesiest line I've
ever heard. You need to work on those lines Orton, you're losing you
magic touch." Despite her sarcastic remark, the woman intrigued
him. "So, you're admitting that I did have an effect on you then?"
She turned around once more, putting up her middle finger as her only
response. Damn Trish, you need to get laid...you shouldn't be flirting
with the enemy.

As she exited the arena, she happened to notice Carmella sitting on
the curb. She stood once she saw Trish's presence. "I'm in." Trish
smiled triumphantly. She was worried about Carmella's decision all
day. "Let's get going then, we have a lot to discuss this evening.
Oh, and one more thing" she said as the two began walking to her
rental Escalade, "Welcome aboard."