Chapter 3
Batista, changed out of his wrestling outfit, was wearing his ever familiar suit, his sunglasses over his eyes, and the World Heavyweight Championship over his suit. He smiled as he saw Christy approach him. She was wearing a red spaghetti string tank top and tight black pants.
"You look great." Batista complemented.
"Thanks. You too. I barely ever see you in a suit." Christy answered.
"Some people take pride in their appearance, Christy. I happen to be one of them." Batista replied, a hint of teasing in his voice. Christy smirked a little at his joke. Batista went over to his car, and opened the passenger's seat door for her.
"Oh, thank you. What a gentleman." Christy smiled, and got into the car. Batista smiled to himself, and hopped into the driver's seat, driving off onto the road.
At the hotel room, Christy was sitting down on the couch, waiting for Batista who left pretty much three seconds after they entered the room.
"Sorry about that." The World Heavyweight Champion walked back into the room, holding a bottle of Champaign in one hand. "I thought we could use a drink. You do drink, right?"
"Oh, yes, of course I do." Christy smiled as she watched him take out two wine glasses and pour the wine. Batista took the glasses over to the couch, and handed one to her.
"Cheers." The two said together as they clinked their glasses together, and then took a sip.
"You're quite the host, Dave." Christy commented. "I bet you had, like, a hundred girlfriends before coming to the WWE."
"On the contrary, not so much." Batista shook his head. "Most of the girls I've met were materialistic about things, and didn't two craps about who I was as a person. Just my looks. I hate girls like those."
"Yeah, we've all been down that road before, I guess." Christy answered. "But not all girls are like that." She smiled softly at him.
"I know that. It's just I never found the right girl." Batista shrugged.
"I hope someday you will. And it may come sooner than you think." Christy said softly, before placing a feather light kiss on his cheek. Batista didn't know what to say, placing his hand over his cheek.
"Umm…Thanks for the vote of confidence." Batista wrapped an arm around her, feeling a little more comfortable second by second. "You know, I may just try to talk Teddy Long into making you my manager."
"I would love that. Every great champion needs a manager." Christy grinned, leaning her head on his shoulder. Batista smiled softly, taking the remote control from the floor at his feet, and turning the TV on. They both watched a horror movie on that channel before they felt sleep take over them.
The next morning, the sunlight peered through the hotel room window, awaking Batista. Batista opened his eyes slowly, finding himself laying down on the best, Christy asleep against his chest. He smiled a bit, running a hand through her bright red hair. That went on for a few minutes until he heard his cell phone ring.
"Oh, for cripes sake…" Batista muttered quietly, reaching over to the nightstand and taking his cell without waking up or moving Christy. He then pressed a button and put it to his ear. "Hello?"
"Hey, Dave. It's Randy." Randy Orton answered from the other line. "How you doin', man?"
"I'm doing a lot better, thanks." Batista replied.
"So…What about Christy? I heard from JBL that you two were…" Randy started.
"All we did was have some Champaign, watched a movie, and fell asleep here." Batista explained.
"Oh you got it on, huh?" Randy teased. "Maybe one day, you two, Stacy and me could double date."
"Dude, it's nothing like that. Christ, Randy, don't you have anything better to do with your life? I'll see you later." Batista said before pressing a button on his cell, hanging up. Christy yawned quietly and rubbed her eyes, opening them tiredly.
"Morning, sunshine." Batista smiled at her. "How'd you sleep?"
"Fine. Just fine." Christy answered quietly, before looking at her position on his chest. "Um…"
"Christy, it's fine. Don't worry about it." Batista smiled, and gave a nonchalant wave of his hand. "So…you better get going. You probably have to go do things and whatnot."
Christy nodded. "As much as I don't want to…" She replied. "But call me later, okay? To let me know how you're doing."
"Will do." Batista sat up, and fixed his shirt. "See ya."
"See ya." Christy smiled, sitting there for a moment, not doing anything at first. She then leaned in, pecking him quickly on the lips. Her smile then turned into a happy grin as she left the room, leaving the World Heavyweight Champion there speechless.
"I'll definitely get a call from her later…" Was Batista's last words before he went into the bathroom to get ready for the day.