Chapter 8
Trish woke up to banging on the door, "Yo Batista, get up! The limo will be here in an hour!" Trish pushed her hair from her eyes and glanced around. Dave lay sound asleep to the left of her. His left arm lay positioned perfectly over her abdomen, his face nestled in her neck. You would think a man the size of Batista would snore uncontrollably, but on the contrary, he was one of the quietest sleepers she'd ever been with. She began to stretch, remembering the hot week the two of them had just shared.
She recalled the night the two of them became an item. One moment they had been celebrating Trish's interference with all of Evolution in their suite, drinking the finest bottles of champagne and Cristal. The next, they were quickly making their way back to Dave's room, pieces of clothing being shed even before they reached his door. His kisses were sweet, not overpowering like Christian's style. There wasn't too much tongue, but just the right amount. The more she imagined his kisses, they were perfect in every way and his tongue worked like magic, running it all over her every crevasse she could imagine. His tongue even hit places where she never even thought to have been a sensual spot before. But, sure enough, if his tongue went there, they became a newly found spot that made her whole body shake with desire.
They had tried every position imaginable that evening as well. They may have even created new positions never founded before. They tore his room apart with sexual frustration that was equal on both ends. She hadn't been with anyone in so long, and he simply couldn't resist her anymore. She never imagined herself with a man his size before. She had always assumed that he'd break her in half. She was proven wrong though as he very passionately glided himself in and out of her. There were moments when he would be ruff with her, but not to the point where it was painful. Her favorite position was on top though. She had always enjoyed it with her other lovers, but being with Dave elevated the sensation to the next level. He was in perfect sync with her as her juices spilled all over his thighs. They made erotic, lustful love for four hours.
She pulled herself up, deciding to grab a shower. As she went to lift his arm up, he stirred pulling her even closer to him. "And just where do you think you're going?" His eyes were radiant as he smiled at her. She laughed and brought her face close to his, planting a kiss on his sexy lips. "To shower of course…didn't you hear Ric pounding on the door? The limo arrives in less than an hour." He moaned, slowly rubbing the palm of his hand up and down her abdomen, cupping her breasts for a moment, placing soft kisses on them. "No, I heard…I was just trying to ignore him. It's not everyday I have you all to myself in my bed." She giggled, "Well, who's to say that's not up for negotiation? Why don't you join me in the shower and we'll discuss it further in there?" She pulled his arm with her as she rolled out of bed. He let out a little grunt and followed her quickly into the bathroom.
Trish and Dave strolled through the lobby of the hotel, their suitcases rolling along behind them. They made each other look so good together. Trish had on a red, satin halter dress. It cut off right below the knee and it flowed magnificently with every step. Dave was dressed in a charcoal suit. His light gray dress shirt complimented his eyes, making them look dark and sexy. He didn't wear a tie, but he never needed to. He made the suit look good…he made any suit look good, tie or not. A few wrestlers were seated in the lobby. Most glanced at the two well-dressed individuals, Trish could only imagine the things they were thinking. The Evolution whore…that's what they were thinking. Coming to Triple H's side a week ago and leaving with Batista this morning…she was banging all of Evolution no doubt.
Dave opened the limo door, allowing Trish entry first. As soon as she ducked her head to get in, she was greeted. "WHOO!" Ric exclaimed, "Trish you look amazing! Doesn't she Hunter?" Hunter sat back in his seat, the belt draped over his left leg, and a bottle of water in his right hand. "She sure does Ric…definitely Evolution material." A slight smirk playing on his lips. Trish grinned as she took a seat in the limo, Dave crawling in next to her. Finally Triple H accepted her as part of Evolution. It felt good. It felt damn good. Edge flashed her his million dollar smile, happy that things have calmed down between the group. It was finally looking like things were slowly getting back to normal.
"We need to worry about tonight. We don't know whose going to be RAW manager this evening." Dave glanced at Trish. She was always talking business. She needed to relax a bit more. He understood wanting power and prestige, but sometimes a break is needed from those desires. And if one doesn't, they slowly turn into Triple H. Hunter nodded, "I agree. We are a smart group of people. There has to be a way to trick these idiots." Edge's face lit up with a wide grin, "I'm glad you brought that up. Let me introduce you to my plan that I think will suit all of our interests…"
The five members of Evolution stood in the middle of the ring, smiles beaming on all of their faces. They had pulled a good one that evening. With Triple H and Batista about to exchange blows, with only Trish standing between them, it seriously looked like the fall of Evolution. They all stood around, basking in the success of their plan.
Trish stood, Women's Championship still positioned on her shoulder. Of course, she had almost lost the title that night no thanks to Randy Orton. She couldn't believe he ran interference for Lita! He got what he deserved though…Dave made sure of that one as he clotheslined his head into the ground! But, Lita of all people…couldn't he have chosen a better diva to befriend? Wait, why did she care so much? It's Randy Orton of all people! She has Dave now…the animal of the federation…no one would ever mess with him!
"So, let me formally introduce everyone to the newest member of Evolution, the lovely, the beautiful, the seductive, Trish Stratus. The crowd broke into a loud ruckus as she took the mic from him. "Thank you Hunter. Now not only does Evolution control the World Heavy Weight Title, but we also control the Women's Title. The gold reins supreme in this group as does the prestige!" She held her belt high in the air. "Lita, I hope you're listening back there…I told you not to mess with me or else you'll have to pay the consequences! And it seems to me that you have ignored that warning…so beware! Remember, you are the kiss of death, so be careful of those you befriend…you may very well end their careers as well." A smirk playing on her lips as Dave snaked an arm around her waist.
Triple H took the microphone back from Trish, "Now, I have to congratulate Edge on his well thought plan of the evening. You…you are a genius my friend!" He turned to Edge and put his arm around his shoulders. "Only you would be able to come up with such a good plan to trick Benoit into thinking that Batista would actually try to hurt me. The disintegration of Evolution…so brilliant! Not only did I NOT have to defend my title tonight, but YOU got to face Benoit in the match that you have been wanting for a very long time now!"
The crowd roared in anger and boos as the group continued their rants. "And you, Dave…you deserve an Academy Award for you terrific acting skills this evening! You seriously looked like you could kill someone." Hunter said as he approached Dave, a smile playing on each of their lips before they shook hands. Their camaraderie was shortly lived, however, as Randy Orton's music blasted through the arena. Trish was about to give the kid a huge amount of credit for actually facing the group of five by himself…that was until he saw Lita by his side. The two of them didn't even compliment each other. He was in a completely different league than her!
"Hey Triple H, you know, you might have tricked Benoit tonight, but next week is my week as GM on RAW. And let me tell you, I have a treat for you." He slowly nodded his head, arrogance pouring out of the grin plastered on his face. He looked really good Trish thought…really good. "You, my friend, are going to be involved in a battle royal next week on RAW with the Championship belt on the line!" All of Evolution stood shocked. Trish actually felt her knees go week. How in the world were they going to pull this one off? Triple H was fuming! He ran over to the ropes, stomping his feet like a small child throwing a temper tantrum.
Dave grabbed the microphone, there was no way he was going to let Orton out of here alive. It's one thing to mess with his lady during a title match, but it's another to mess with the entire group. "Orton, you're pretty brave coming out here with only a lady by your side for protection. Especially when this lovely one next to me could take her in a heart beat! That would leave you to defend yourself against the four of us!" And on that note, the five of them stepped through the ropes and began making their way up the stage. Seconds later, the entire locker room of superstars joined Orton and Lita on stage. Triple H instantly knew something bad could possibly go down, so he slowly backed away, swaying the rest of Evolution to follow him. Even though he was pissed, there was no way he'd be able to take on all of those wrestlers. The group slowly jumped over the barricade and made their way out through the crowd.
Trish was fuming. Lita was basking in her glory right now AND so was Orton. They were Evolution god damn it! They weren't supposed to leave through the crowd! But, low and behold, the most powerful faction the WWE has ever seen, was caught taking the coward's way out.