Ok, guys…here's another chapter. You are all going to hate me cause the ending's such a teaser! Thanks for all the updates!
Chapter 15
Trish sat with her championship belt laying on her lap, her hand resting on Dave's knee. It was the day after New Years Revolution. Edge sat on her left, while Dave sat on her right, his arm extended over the back of the seat. Triple H and Ric sat across from the three. Triple H had his patented smirk, with the championship belt hanging over his shoulder, while Ric went on about his story that included him and two other lovely ladies in his suite. As much as she didn't need the details, she loved watching Ric's facial expressions. He was so animated when he told stories…almost like a cartoon character per say. Yes, there were quite a few parties last night full of celebrating the return of gold to the group. She had even convinced Eric to allow Carmella to join them in the festivities, telling him that she needed another woman to even out the testosterone.
It seemed as though things had finally gotten back to normal. And it was almost time to introduce the next part of the plan – allowing Carmella entry into Evolution. It was almost as if a huge weight had been lifted from their shoulders. Oh, and how could she forget the satisfaction that came at the end of her match when Lita had to be carried from the ring by two refs? 'That will prove to the red headed bitch that she should've never messed with me.' The limo came to a halt as they arrived at the arena. Triple H was first to step out, followed closely by Ric. Edge exited next, then Dave, extending a hand to help Trish from the limo.
As they headed toward the arena, she noticed how well they were all dressed. Hunter had on a navy suit, light blue shirt underneath with a tie that contained a palette of blue, dark purple, and…pink? Ok, so maybe it wasn't the best choice of a tie, but he wore it well. Ric had on his dark gray suit, accompanied by a light gray shirt and one of his expensive ties. Even Edge was dressed well this evening. Normally, he never wore a suit, choosing to go more casual. But there he stood, in a smoky colored suit with a white shirt underneath. He didn't have a tie, but that wouldn't be Edge's style now would it? Dave and Trish were dressed the best that evening, their choice of outfits complimenting each other perfectly. Trish wore a tasteful black, strapless dress that contained a cutout on the right side of her torso. It accentuated her curves but left plenty of room for the imagination. Her feet wore black strappy stilettos that crisscrossed and buckled just above her ankle. Dave wore black suit pants with tiny white pinstripes…power pants…as Trish liked to call them, with a black suit jacket and black dress shirt. His tie was of a tiny-checkered print with dark and light grays and black accentuating it perfectly.
Evolution's music hit as the five of them made their way to the ring. Boos erupted from the crowd, obviously upset over the new world and women's champion. Triple H grabbed a mic and waited till the crowd quieted down. "First of all, I have to throw a huge congratulations out to Trish over here for her huge victory over Lita last night. I mean, not only did Trish absolutely decimate Lita like we knew she would, she had warned Lita that she would severely injure her and well, she did…at least that's what word backstage is. Something like Lita will be out for months with a torn ACL?"
As Jr. verified Lita's condition to the crowd, Trish took the mic. "See Lita, I warned you. I warned you that I'd rip you apart…and it seems that I have. Let this be a warning to ANY diva backstage even thinking about taking my title! You can't beat me! And if you try, then I'm entitled to unleash on you, the same fury that Lita experienced last night!" With that, she threw her title in the air and flaunted it proudly for all to see.
Triple H applauded with a smug smile on his face as he watched Trish bask in her glory. She handed the mic back to him and he continued. "My next topic I need to discuss is in regards to my two other Evolution members. Edge, Batista, I am forever indebted to you two. You both were amazing in the ring last night. And not only did you fight hard, you showed your allegiance to me and proved to everyone that Evolution is as tightly knit as always!" Hunter then extended a hand to Edge, shaking it with a serious look of gratitude on his face. Next he turned to Batista and engulfed him in a hug. The two of them embraced for a few seconds, the whole time talking into each other's ear. Trish wished she were closer so that she could hear what was being said.
Their moment was interrupted as Randy Orton's music hit and the crowd went crazy. Randy stood at the top of the stage, dressed in dark gray pants with a light gray shirt. His head was bandaged from where he had been broken open the night before. He carried a scowl on his face as opposed to the smirk usually present. Trish already knew he was out here to cause problems…he didn't even need to speak. It was obvious. "Yes, yes, what a tightly knit group you are! And you certainly know how to help each other out…especially you Batista! Even after you've been pinned and eliminated, you still found you're way back into the ring to deliver the Batista Bomb on me. I was seconds away from delivering an RKO and taking back my belt!"
Triple H seemed amused by Randy's last comment as he started laughing hysterically. Dave was smiling as well, getting a kick out of Randy's speech. He leaned forward on the ropes, resting his forearms on them as Triple H began to talk. "Randy, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I just love how you said taking back YOUR belt! You see…" "I wasn't finished!" Randy yelled, cutting Triple H off before he could say anything else. "I have a point to make here, Hunter. And that point is this: Batista, it's obvious that you have Triple H's back, but does he have yours? I'm mean, he says he does, but honestly does he? What if I told you that he had a chance to help you last night during our match but didn't?"
Trish glanced at Dave, who was no longer leaning on the ropes, but standing straight up staring at Triple H, waiting for his response. Triple H began shaking his head furiously, obviously not agreeing at all. "First off Orton, I don't know what makes you think we're going to believe you. Dave, he's just trying to break up Evolution, can't you see that? He doesn't even have any proof!" Trish didn't know who to believe, Randy has been trying to split apart Evolution for quite some time and Triple H hasn't quite been a 'team player' as of lately either. She glanced at Randy who now had that sexy ass smirk on his face…great!
"Well, what if I told you, Dave, that I did have proof? Because I do! Roll the tape!" Footage from last night's match displayed on the Titantron. Randy had just RKO'd Batista and went for the cover. Triple H lay in the corner turnbuckle. The ref counted to one. Triple H stood then hesitantly fell back down as the ref hit two then three. Trish looked at Dave. She noticed his jaw was clenched…he was pissed.
"That tape doesn't prove anything Orton! That was a thirty minute long match! Do you have any idea how exhausting a match that length is? I could barely hold myself up!" Randy laughed, "I'm not so sure about that. How bout we see it one more time?" The tape played again as Randy continued, "See Dave, right there. He gets up pretty quickly for a man who was physically exhausted." Dave's face was red as he watched the Titantron. "Yea Dave, I did stand up quickly cause I wanted to break the count! My body just wouldn't let me and I fell back down. You have to believe me!"
"Yea, he got up fast and fell down even quicker!" Triple H turned to Orton, "Shut up! We're finished here!" "NO, Hunter, we're not! I want a rematch! I was screwed last night and we both know it!" Triple H laughed, "Ah Randy, don't forget the clause that's still in effect…you know, so as long as I have the belt you don't get a title match? And I'm sure Bischoff will be more than happy to keep it that way." Randy nodded slowly, "Fine, well then I better go talk with him." Randy's music hit again as he left the stage. Triple H and Batista just stared at each other while the other three members stood wide-eyed and speechless. Triple H let the mic hit the ground as he tried to talk with Dave. The crowd didn't need to hear anymore of this. "Dave, please tell me you don't believe him…had I been able to break the count I would have."
Dave looked at the ground and then back up at Hunter. He turned his attention to Trish and extended his hand toward her. She slipped her hand into his, not making eye contact with any of them. He separated the ropes for her, which she stepped through, pausing on the apron and looked back once more. She looked Triple H directly in the eyes and for once, she was scared. Dave jumped down off the apron and lifted her gently, placing her on the floor. As she made her way up the ramp, she could hear Ric and Hunter arguing even over the crowd's cheers.
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Randy made his way to Bischoff's office and found it empty. Neither Eric nor Carmella were anywhere to be found. He sat down and decided it best to wait. The last thing he needed to do was stalk the halls for them.
Randy sat for about ten minutes before his attention was turned to the door. "Just the person I was looking for…" the individual said as the door gently closed behind them, and to assure privacy, the lock was turned. There were to be no disturbances during this talk…