Sorry it's been so long since I've updated guys…life's been pretty hectic lately! But, thank you for all the wonderful reviews! And here's another chapter for you to feast on! OH, and since it's been so long, I've included the last two paragraphs from Chapter 15 to refresh where this left off…

End of Chapter 15

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…

Chapter 16

"What? Where's Bischoff, I need to speak with him…not you." Carmella smiled evilly as she crossed the room, taking a seat in Eric's chair. "Well, right now Eric is discussing your clause with Triple H and it's not looking so good." At that comment, Randy jumped up and headed for the door. "BUT…what if I told you I can get that clause to go away? Maybe get you another shot at the title?" Randy froze with his hand on the doorknob and turned back. "You're going to help me get a title shot? Why? Why are you so interested in helping me? What do you get out of this?"

Carmella smiled, "I'm appalled! Why do you assume that I want something in return?" Randy smiled, "Because I know your type. You don't help anyone unless they can help you." Carmella rolled her eyes, 'Just bite the bate already you pompous ass!' "My type meaning…not like the Trish Stratus type?" Randy's eyes narrowed, "Yea…why do you mention Trish? What does she have to do with me? Where are you going with this?"

Carmella kicked her feet up on Eric's desk, leaning back in the chair. "Please sit down and I'll explain where this is going." Randy hesitantly made his way over to the chair and sat across from her, waiting patiently for her to continue. "I've sat in the shadows long enough and I've decided that it's time to become noticed. I'm starting to realize the amount of power I have here on RAW. Unfortunately, there is one person who stands higher than me…and consequently is getting in my way. That person I'm talking about is Trish Stratus. I want to be the most dominant female on RAW! And in order to do that, I need to take the most dominant diva and remove her of all her dominant forces."

Randy felt his face getting warm. He was starting to not like the direction this conversation was headed. "Now, I've taken a good look at Trish and this is what I've come up with. You strip her of her title, take away Evolution, and most importantly, you take away her precious Dave and she will fall. She'll fall so hard she'll hit rock bottom. Then, poof! I'm on top!" Randy laughed, "And you think you'll be able to get that title away from her? She's the best female wrestler on RAW and you've never even been in a single match yet!" Carmella's eyes narrowed as she removed her feet from the desk, leaning closer to Randy. "Haven't you figured out already that I get whatever I want whenever I want? If I want to train to be a diva, I will…and if I want to be trained by the best, I will! Please, Evolution is so wedged up Eric's ass, they would definitely oblige Eric's request for Trish to train me."

"Well, good luck with that Carm, but I still don't see how I fit into this?" She laughed, "Oh please! Don't play dumb with me Randy Orton! I know you're in love with her, it's so freaking obvious! And pathetic too if I haven't mentioned it yet." Randy leaned forward; he was becoming agitated at her beating around the bush. "Just lay it all on the line for me. I have better things to do and quite frankly, you're not one of them."

Carmella sighed, "Fine. Here it is: I want you to put yourself in compromising situations with Trish as often as possible. Talk to her in front of Evolution. Turn up the drama. If Dave catches you and her together, he's gonna start questioning it. And once Triple H sees you two together, he'll start convincing Dave he's better off without her and that she can't be trusted. The whole time this is happening, I'll be training with her…and I'm sure she'll share some juicy details with me as well if I ask. The point is to convince her she's better with you than Dave. Then, no more Evolution…no more Dave…and the title is as good as mine. And in return, you'll get Trish…though I don't see what's so damn special about her…and I'll even get you a number one contenders match for the title tonight. Of course, you'll have to face Batista, but that's the best I can do. I'll even get that stupid contract destroyed. So…what do you say? Do we have a deal?"

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Trish walked into the locker room; Dave sat intently watching the footage from the match. She sat down next to him and placed her manicured hand on his massive thigh. He didn't acknowledge her but instead kept watching the footage over and over again. "You have a number one contenders match for the title tonight…I ran into Carm in the hall. She said Bischoff made the match in the interest of fairness…something about McMahon breathing down his neck watching his every move..." Her voice was solemn, as if she was almost afraid to utter a word.

Dave continued to stare at the screen. "It's against Orton…winner wrestles Trips at the Royal Rumble." She sat in silence again, becoming a little agitated with his absence of words. "Dave, please talk to me. At least tell me what's going on in that head of yours. I need to know where you stand so that I know where I stand…just for precautions tonight." Silence still emanated from the big man. Trish sighed heavily; she understood that he was confused, hurt and betrayed but that was no reason to shut her out "Dave, please don't punish me for Triple H's mistakes."

He turned and looked into her hurt brown eyes. "I don't want you down at ringside tonight. Stay backstage with Edge." A confused look formed on her face. "What! Don't be ridiculous! I'm coming down to support you and you're decision whatever it may be." He began shaking his head no as he dug through his bag and pulled out his trunks. "No! No! You're…" he paused slightly, inhaling and exhaling deeply, "Ya know what, I know you're too stubborn to listen to a word I say…fine, come down to the ring. No precautions will need to be taken. Don't worry about it." Her mouth dropped, "So, you're saying you believe Triple H? We're staying with Evolution?" Dave sighed and looked up at the ceiling, pausing for a moment. "Trish, I'm not discussing this with you right now." With that, he opened the locker room door and left Trish standing bewildered wondering 'What the hell just happened?'