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Chapter 7
It had been exactly one week since she had interacted with any members of Evolution. Survivor Series had come and gone…and it was not a good night for Evolution, or herself for that matter. Though she was able to retain her title, Lita completely snapped. She was lucky that the redheaded bitch didn't break her nose. Her whole body ached from the chair shots. In her opinion, Lita shouldn't have even been permitted to wrestle in the mental state she's in. And then, to make matters worse, Evolution lost their match to those four fools. In all honesty though, Trish didn't think Orton could beat Triple H. She must admit, she was beginning to gain more respect for that boy more and more each day. It's a pretty huge feat to beat Triple H and an even bigger feat to beat him for complete control of RAW. Trish would have ran interference last night if she wasn't tied up with the EMT's all night. Those idiots had no idea what injuries they were checking her for.
As she entered the arena, she realized that she had to make waves tonight with Evolution to make them see that they do, in fact, need her. She just didn't know how to go about doing so. She also didn't know if she should attempt talking to any of them. The only two she would bother speaking with would be Dave or Edge. She didn't feel close enough to Ric to approach him in a friendly conversation. Besides, who knows what nonsense Hunter filled Rick's ears with…come to think of it…Hunter could have filled Edge and Dave's mind with horrible nonsense as well. That thought right there was enough to make her reconsider trying to find either of them.
"You seem a little preoccupied this evening." Trish jumped as she was caught off guard, she didn't realize she was walking aimlessly around the halls. She didn't even sense an individual near her. "I hope you didn't suffer a concussion at the hands of Lita last night." She felt the anger rising inside of her at the mention of Lita's name. Turning to her left, there he stood. She seemed to be bumping in to him more than she would like to these days. Though, he did look amazing. That wasn't surprising though…when didn't Randy Orton look amazing? "Please…she's psychotic…she's not stupid. There's no way she'd cause that much damage to me. Partly because she's afraid of what I'd do to her when I'd get my hands on her…and partly because she just can't physically do that to me." Trish crossed her arms in front of her chest, leaning slightly on her left leg.
"Oh, so Miss Tough stuff huh? You know…I won't lie. I was very impressed with your performance against Lita. I didn't think you had hardcore in you…though you were more on the receiving end than the giving one." He chuckled, getting a huge kick out of the rise he was getting from her. She was a beauty, that was a given. But the more aggravated she got, the more attractive she became. Her cheeks turned a gorgeous color crimson, and her eyes…the lightest shade of brown one could ever imagine. It was definitely the reason he picked on her as much as he did.
"And I must admit…I wasn't that impressed with your match last night. Granted, you do have complete control over RAW for four whole weeks…but I still don't think you have as much power as you'd like to. So as impressed as most girls are…this one is not." Randy smirked, "You know…I see that championship belt making its way around my waist very shortly. And do you know what would look even better than that belt around my waste? A beautiful blonde women's champion accompanying me on my arm…you know…we'd make a great couple." Trish chuckled, as much as she didn't want to admit it, they would make a great couple. But, little did he know, she was already part of a group…whether they wanted her or not. "Sorry Orton…I'm too pretty for you." She turned on her heel and headed in the other direction. He watched her leave once more…not even phased that he was just rejected. He saw the look in her eyes. She was interested…but something was holding her back and he was going to find out what…or who.
She didn't know what possessed her to run down to the ring. Granted, drastic moves needed to be made to prove her allegiance and their need for her. So there she was, flying by Dave and Ric whom after being banished from ring side, had made their way to the gorilla position, hovered around a monitor. She ran down to the ring, steer chair accompanying her. Her hair flying in her face and she frantically ran into the ring. The ref had previously been knocked out and it was the perfect opportunity. Triple H was down from an RKO and there was no way she was going to let him lose the match. The crowd booed hysterically, realizing that there was no way she was going to help Maven or Orton. Feeling a presence entering the ring, Randy turned around to be met with a steel chair to the face.
After hearing the ruckus, Maven was making his way to his knees as Trish came over, driving the chair into his ribs. The shot made him bend at the waist, leaving her a perfect shot for his head. She swung furiously, knocking the consciousness out of Maven. She threw the chair out of the ring and pulled Hunter on top of Maven. Her adrenaline was pumping so hard, Hunter felt as light as a little kid. Normally, she wouldn't be able to budge him, but given the circumstances, she felt like the incredible Hulk. She jumped out of the ring and threw the ref in, making sure he was cognizant enough for the three count. 1…2…3…he won! A smile spread across Trish's face as she grabbed his title belt and helped him from the ring. He leaned heavily on her as she supported most of his weight. Maven stood in the ring holding his head, while Orton glared at Trish. She had never seen his eyes so cold. It was safe to say that any chance she may have had with Randy just went out the window. But let's face it…she wasn't trying to score a good lay…she was trying to remain the most dominant female on RAW.