Chapter 10
Trish walked through the arena hallways. She couldn't believe how wonderful Dave was. She must admit he was having a huge effect on her. The bitch in her was slowly disappearing and she didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing. When she first thought of him, she was originally going to use him as a sex toy. But after their conversation that morning and her realization, she's decided there are, in fact, strong feelings between the two of them.
She rounded the corner, running directly into the chest of someone whom she really didn't want to see. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the little vixen of Evolution!" She rolled her eyes and pushed by, "Orton, I really don't have time for this right now." He grabbed her wrist and swung her around to face him. She pulled her wrist from his grasp and ran her hand through her blonde locks, a pure look of distaste on her face. "Why'd you do it?" It was a simple question…a simple question she didn't feel like answering. "I don't need to explain my actions to you, now if you'll excuse me…"
"You're not like them…you're better than that." She stared. So many emotions were running through her head, she didn't know how to respond. He just handed her a heartfelt compliment. And she knew she was better than them, but Dave didn't deserve to be included in 'them'. And then it came out, "You know, I don't think Dave deserves to be classified on the same level as the others." Randy's eyes lit up, "Oh, so you joined because you have a thing for Dave. Now I understand." He turned to walk away but for some reason, she couldn't end the conversation that way.
"No! I joined for protection! To protect my title!" He whipped around and grabbed her shoulders, shaking them lightly. "And when I offered you the opportunity of my protection, you said no! What, was I not good enough for you?" Once again, speechless. How did he always have that effect on her? "No, ok! I admit it…we'd make one hell of a team!" By this point, she was yelling. She was sick and tired of men and she was going to let him know it. "I'm sick of letting a man rule my life! I did it with Jericho AND Christian…and look where it got me! Used and abused! Well, I'm sick and tired of it! I joined Evolution cause I didn't see myself getting romantically involved with any of them and I wasn't looking for any emotional attachment either!" Finally, she left him speechless! Though she really didn't mean for all of her emotions to come pouring out like that.
"And now?" The words came out of his mouth as barely a whisper. She looked in his eyes and she finally saw it…he had feelings for her. It wasn't just mindless flirting to blow up his ego like she had assumed. "And now, I'm with Dave…but it's different this time. He's different. I see good in him. He won't hurt me, not like the others did…he truly cares for me." Randy looked down, breaking eye contact with her. "I'm not going to tell you what to do…but here's my warning," He looked back up, his blue eyes had red rims around them, as they burned into hers, "Be careful. You think you know him, well you don't! I do and I mean it when I say watch your back! You think he'll betray them for you? You're wrong. That's not Dave." And with that, he turned and walked away.
Trish let the hot water pour down her face. After the horrible evening, she wanted to hide in the shower for the rest of the night. Not only was the entire conversation with Randy playing over and over again in her mind, but Triple H and Dave were not on speaking terms. When Vince came out that night and said that Randy's battle royale for the belt wasn't fair, she thought that the night might have gone Evolution's way! Until he said the battle royale would decide WHO would challenge Triple H for that belt!
Then things turned from bad to horrible! If Triple H wouldn't have insisted Trish to run interference, none of this would have happened. When the match came down to Jericho, Batista, Edge and Benoit, she thought it was in the bag. She saw the prime opportunity to eliminate Jericho and pulled down on those ropes after Batista Irish Whipped him. She didn't expect him to come after her though. If she would have connected with that chair shot instead of him blocking it, he wouldn't have been able to grab her by her hair. Then Dave wouldn't have eliminated himself to save her, thus resulting in Dave and Edge kicking Benoit's ass. Instead, Edge and Benoit's battle ended in a tie resulting in a Triple Threat match for the title! Then, to make matters worse, for revenge on Trish, Jericho put her in a match against Lita next week with her belt on the line!
Just as she thought things couldn't possibly get any worse, Hunter and Dave almost came to blows backstage fighting over her, Randy banned Dave and Ric from ringside, AND both Benoit and Edge pinned Triple H at the same time! So now, no one knows who the keeper of the belt is! AND, Dave and Hunter aren't on speaking terms!
She opened up the bathroom door to find a shirtless Dave sitting on the bed. His eyes were closed as his head rested against the headboard. She picked up his discarded button down, sliding her fingers through the sleeves. The tips of her fingers didn't even graze the sleeve cuffs. She buttoned the five middle buttons and looked up. His eyes were open and he was staring at her with a blank expression. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" A smiled played on her lips as she crawled on the bed, straddling herself on his lap. She placed a kiss on his lips, "So did you talk to Trips?" He nodded slightly, "Yea, we're ok, though it was Ric who talked the sense into him." She nodded, "And how'd he do that?" Dave smirked, "He took our side." Trish could believe she just heard him correctly, "Wh…what?"
Dave brushed a piece of hair away from her face, "Come on, he's not stupid. He knows Triple H needs us. Without us, he's nothing." Trish nodded, the whole time thinking to herself, 'No Dave, he needs YOU. He's nothing without you.' But, that's something Dave needs to figure out for himself. And she had a feeling that he eventually would.
"Come on Hunter, what did you expect me to do? Yea, I guess I could have not covered you after Orton hit you with that chair, but then Benoit would be champ right now and we wouldn't even have a glimmer of hope!" Edge was reasoning with Hunter about the actions earlier in the evening. Hunter was still pissed that Edge covered him…it was obvious he didn't trust Edge. "Besides, none of this mess wouldn't have happened it Batista wouldn't have eliminated himself for Trish!" Hunter rolled his eyes, "You know, you're right. It's not like Batista to choose a girl over Evolution. She has his damn mind clouded."
Ric paced back and forth listening to the two bicker. "Ok, enough you two! We have to stick together! This is exactly what those four buffoons want! We have only one week left to fend for ourselves before Carmella get's back with Bischoff!" Hunter stood up and stalked over to Ric. "You're right, my fault…one more week before we find out it Trish's plan of attack worked. Well you know what, it better, or I'm going to pedigree her face into a cement floor!" Ric shook his head and walked away. Even Edge looked down, he knew it was wrong to lay a hand on a girl, especially someone like Hunter.
"That's not a smart thing to do and you know it!" Ric was fuming, he couldn't believe Hunter was actually considering messing up his alliance with Batista. Hunter stalked towards the door, "You know what, I'm done arguing for the night! But let me say this one thing…and you think hard about this, Ric. Why should I worry about pissing Batista off? I Don't have my title right now!" He was screaming at this point. His face was red and his nostrils flaming, "He's no good to me if I don't have my title!" He turned and slammed the door behind him so hard that it made Ric and Edge shutter. Edge shook his head, "Carmella needs to get back here and quick!"