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Chapter 6
Eric made his way to door, eager to allow his guest to enter. The door opened and Eric looked Carmella over from head to toe. She looked absolutely amazing. Why she wanted to spend the evening with him, he couldn't figure out and he really wasn't going to look into it too much. She walked in and noticed that he had the place set up perfectly. Candles had been lit and placed all around the living room area. The champagne sat chilled on the table, with the strawberries directly next to them. She walked over to the plush couch and sat down, making sure her dress rode more than half way up her thighs. She couldn't figure out why, but she was extremely nervous. No man has ever made her nervous before, usually, that was the kind of effect she had on men. No, the reason why she was nervous had to of been because she didn't want to let Evolution down. She wanted to impress them, to show them that she was worth having in their faction. Plus, she didn't even want to think of how they'd react if she failed her mission. She could simply imagine Triple H or Batista breaking her in half.
Eric quickly took a seat next her, handing her a glass of champagne. He couldn't help but notice how her skirt was inching up her thighs with her every move. There was an awkward silence in the room for about a minute. A million thoughts were running through his mind. He had no idea what to say to her, he was mostly just confused as to why she was all of a sudden so interested in him. "I bet you're wondering what brings me to your room this evening" she said as though reading his mind. He chuckled quietly under his breath and simply nodded. It was quite rare that Eric Bischoff was left speechless. He couldn't help it though, out of all the divas the WWE had, there were only a few that made his mouth water non stop and she was one of them. "Well, I was sitting alone backstage last week at RAW and I realized how lonely I have been lately. I haven't had a romantic relationship in so long, and to be truthfully honest, I find all wrestlers completely unattractive. And, when I saw you talking with Evolution…there was just something about you that I couldn't resist. You were not afraid of anybody that night. You were such an icon of power, it turned me on so much, I couldn't control the undeniable thoughts that entered my mind."
The room had just gotten incredibly hot for Eric. Here was this beautiful vixen sitting right next to him, pouring her heart out about how she desired him. "Well, I tend to have that effect on women." He shot her the signature Bischoff smile. Carmella had to turn up the heat a bit. Though every word she had uttered to the man was a complete lie, he was buying it hook, line and sinker. "And I must say, your new haircut…is an uncontrollable turn-on." As she ran her fingers through his short graying hair, she positioned herself so close, any closer she would be sitting on his lap. He couldn't take the desire any longer. He reached around to the small of her back and pulled her onto his lap, placing a smoldering kiss on her full lush lips. Maybe the ignorance of Evolution wasn't such a bad thing after all…had they come out there and prevented Eugene from cutting his hair, he might not have been given this once in a lifetime opportunity.
For how many times Trish had walked back and forth across the path in front of the bed, Dave thought for sure she had worn the carpet down to the cement. He laid on his bed, one arm resting under his head, while the other twirled a drink. Triple H sat at the table, drumming his fingers furiously, while Flair and Edge stood outside on the balcony, forearms resting on the railing, staring out into the lights of the city. Only God knows what those two were chitchatting about. They were like night and day. The suspense had been killing them all as they awaited Carmella's phone call impatiently.
The phone sounded like a siren when it finally rang. Trish had the phone in her hand before it even reached the second ring. She knew who it was and she wanted the scoop now! "It's about time! We've been waiting forever!" Trish couldn't keep her anxiety at bay, she'd been a nervous wreck since the moment Hunter doubted her. She wanted to prove to him that her plan would work…that she could feel like a prominent member of the team. "SSHH! Keep your voice down, he's in the bathroom right now" Carmella whispered. "Keep my voice down? Do you have any idea how long we've been waiting for a call!" Trish whispered into the other line. "So…what's the news?" There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. A silence that Trish knew, meant something was wrong. "The match for Survivor Series is still on. Nothing will change his mind. He says that the ratings are forecasted to be higher this year than any other survivor series yet. He believes it's because of Evolution's match."
Trish looked up at the ceiling and closed her eyes. She was speechless. She had let them all down, and Evolution would begin to diminish. "But, he asked me to join him on his four week vacation. I said I would go with him. This way if you guys could just pull out a win at Survivor Series, I could work on him while on vacation." Trish couldn't help but yell, she was past whispering by this point, "The whole point of recruiting you was to take care of the match at survivor series! If we could pull the win on our own, why would we need it to be cancelled!" Trish heard talking in the background and could only assume Eric was making his way back into the room. "Listen, he's coming…I gotta go. Look, I'm sorry that I let you down, but I promise you…when I get back from vacation with him…Evolution will be unstoppable." With that Carmella hung up the phone.
Hunter, Ric, and Dave looked at Trish…all of them already knowing the answer to the question that weighed heavily on their minds. "So, your little recruit didn't come through, did she T?" Hunter was so pissed he had to literally push those words from his mouth. She felt like she had been slapped across the face. How could her plan fail? It was full proof. Dave tried to make light of the situation, already knowing that Trish, for once, was left speechless. Someone had to come to her defense or else Hunter would rip her to shreds. "Champ, it's not that bad. We can beat these fools. We don't need the match to be cancelled." Ric silently nodded, knowing that even though he wasn't wrestling in the match, that didn't mean he couldn't pull interference. Hunter stood and quickly slammed the chair into the wall. The sound echoed through the room and made Trish cringe. He was irate. "Look Dave, I know that we can beat them. We're the most powerful group in the WWE. That's not the point though. Who knows what stops they'll pull to win? They could have the entire locker room come down and interfere for all we know! And who do we have on our side? A little blonde bitch who can barely hold her own against other females, let alone ANY male."
That comment had stung Trish deeper than any slut chant the crowd could throw at her in a given night. He thought she was worthless to their little group and he could toss her to the doorstep so quickly. "Well, since you couldn't get the job done, Trish…it looks like I'll have to take recruiting into my own hands." And with that, Hunter stalked towards the door, slamming it on his way out. Ric followed closely behind him…he had to calm Triple H down and think of a last minute game plan. Trish glanced over at Edge, who silently made his way over to her and lightly massaged her shoulders before signaling goodbye, quietly closing the door. She then glanced over at Dave, grateful that she had a least one member on her side. And she was thankful for him sticking up for her. Though in the long run it didn't help, it was nice to know a bond had formed between the two.