Chapter 18
A week has passed since "the worst night of Dave's life" and things seemed to have gone back to normal with Evolution. Well, maybe not normal, but at least there hadn't been any more drama as of lately. Dave and Trish talked once she sobered up last week and she accepted his apology for yelling at her. He also told her that he believed Hunter's excuse for not helping him at New Years Revolution, though in his head, he knew damn well Hunter could have broken the 3 count. He couldn't tell her the truth cause then she'd insist they leave Evolution, and that wasn't happening…at least not yet. Dave needed to think of a plan of attack and unfortunately, he was drawing blanks. All he knew at this point was that New Year's Revolution was a wake up call. No matter how great he became, he realized he would always have a glass ceiling over his head while in Evolution because of Triple H's obsession with the belt. Since that night, he decided to stay loyal, but remain very cautious.
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Trish walked out of Bischoff's office with Carmella close behind. "You know Carm, if you wanted me to train you, you could've just asked me. You didn't need to get Bischoff to order me to do it. I'd be more than happy to train you." Carm batted her innocent eyes, "I'm sorry Trish. I was just trying to play the part. I mean, we're not supposed to be the best of friends, and if I wasn't close to you…I probably would have Eric make you train me." Trish chuckled, Carm reminded her of herself more and more each day. But she had more important things to attend to tonight. First and foremost, she needed to find Randy and thank him for helping her drunk ass home last week. Secondly, she needed to find Dave. He said he had a surprise for her tonight and she also needed to accompany him to the ring for his match. "Ok, well, I gotta run. I have some things I need to take care of…see you later?" Carm nodded, "Yea! Definitely" and slowly smirked as Trish walked away. Time to clue in Trips about "Little Miss Champ"!
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"There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Randy's head shot up and saw Trish standing before him. Her smile beaming from ear to ear. He smiled back and grabbed the water he just bought from the vending machine. As he bent over, Trish couldn't help but take a look at how good his ass looked in his gray pants. His patented blue button down did wonders for his eyes as well. But after all, he knew that already, otherwise he wouldn't wear the shirt every other week. "Oh so you're going to be nice to me today? Quite an improvement from the nasty slurred mess last week." She blushed, she was embarrassed enough as it was, he didn't need to remind her of the state she was in. "Yea, well, I just wanted to thank you for taking care of me and helping me to my door. He nodded, "You should thank me…had I found any other diva I'd have lured her to my room and taken advantage of her. You would have had the ride of your life that night and would have been screaming 'Dave who?' when I was through with you!" She laughed, "I'm so sure…but I also wanted to thank you for your discretion when Dave saw us. If you hadn't spoken up, we could've had a huge fight." At that point, Randy felt like kicking himself for not saying some smartass comment that night. He justified himself quickly though, as it's supposed to be his actions that break up Trish and Dave…not his mouth. If he started spreading rumors about the two of them, she would never speak to him again once she learned that the rumors had originated from him to begin with.
"Hello, Randy?" He shook his head quickly, bringing him from his thoughts…actions, Randy, actions… "Hey, you're welcome gorgeous," he said as he pulled her into a hug. She breathed in sharply and he knew he had an effect on her. He slowly brought his hands up and cupped her face. She was completely frozen solid…he had her eating out of the palm of his hands. She closed her eyes, trying to gain back her composure. Any composure she had went right out the window when she felt his lips brush across her right cheek and then to her left cheek. She forced her eyes open just as he made his move to kiss her on the lips. She stepped back so forcefully, she nearly lost her balance. She played it off by slowly walking backwards away from him, "Yea, ok, well thanks again…I gotta get going," her breathe was short and staggered and her cheeks were on fire. He smirked and waved. He almost had her…a week or two more of this and she was as good as his.
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She snuck up behind him and covered his eyes with her hands. He knew it was her as soon as she did. For one, she was straining to reach him since he was so tall and she so short. And secondly, he can smell her intoxicating scent as soon as she walks into any room. "I didn't think you'd make it in time to walk me out." She gasped and shoved him in the back, "I'm appalled! I have never missed escorting you to the ring even once yet!" He laughed and turned around to face her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I know. And I'm the luckiest man alive!" He kissed her passionately as he heard his music hit. "Come on…let's get this match over with so I can give you your surprise." She smirked and nodded as he guided her through the curtain and to the stage.
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A smile came to Carmella's face as she noticed Triple H further down the hall, just ending a conversation with Eric, who continued on his way. Whatever Bischoff had just said to him pissed Hunter off royally. "Carm," he said as he quickly approached her, "have you seen Dave or Trish?" Carm smiled on the inside "Um…I haven't seen Dave all day, but I did see Trish talking to Randy earlier…" Hunter, at first, didn't even pick up on what she said, "What's this about Bischoff offering Dave a Royal Rumble qualifying match? – Wait, you said Trish was talking to Orton?" Carm made sure no one was around before she continued, "Yea, and they looked very friendly in my opinion…I didn't think we were supposed to associate with the enemy?" Triple H gave her a nasty look before continuing, "We're not…but how bout instead of you worrying so much about Trish, you worry about what Eric is doing? Did you know he offered Dave a rumble qualifying match?" She was speechless, it's true, she had been more concerned with Trish than Eric as of lately. "Um, no but I'll see what's going on." Triple H rolled his eyes, "A little too late for that isn't it? I'm just gonna have to talk him out of taking it…Geez Carm, maybe I should kick both of you bitches from Evolution. You're both pretty much useless to me anymore!" She glared at him as he continued on his way, his threats didn't scare her…especially when he was bluffing and she knew he was.
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They walked down the hall to their room. Dave's match that night was quite impressive as he blasted Viscera with a viscous spinebuster to end the match as quickly as it started. Trish was thrilled as well. The sooner they got back to the room the sooner she got her surprise.
Dave's cell rang as they got closer to their room. He sighed and looked up frustrated, "Hold up, let me get this." Trish knew it had to be Hunter and she knew why he was calling too. Right before they left the arena, Bischoff approached Dave and told him how impressed he was with his victory. Then he offered Dave a Royal Rumble qualifying match next week. "I don't know Trips…but yea, I'll probably take it…yea…I know…look, can we just talk about this later? I'm busy right now" and he closed the cell before Triple H could even respond, "Now where were we?"
Standing in front of the room, Dave covered Trish's eyes. "Go ahead, walk in." She giggled as she walked in the room, his chest right against her back with his strong arms wrapped around her, guiding her into the room. He removed his hands "Open your eyes." She obeyed and her mouth fell with what she saw. There were candles lit everywhere, roses sat of every piece of furniture, petals covered the floor and the bed. The balcony door was open and out there was a table with dinner waiting for two. "Hungry?" She turned to him and chuckled as she jumped into his arms. She kissed him hard and passionately. "Yes, I am hungry…but not for dinner. I was to skip directly to dessert." She pulled her shirt over her head and began unbuttoning his shirt as he carried her to the bed.