Uncommon Sense Chapter 10
By Batistafan
Rating - NC-17 for violence
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Main Characters include: Batista, Triple H, Chris Jericho, Christy
Hemme, Nancy Adams (Original Character).

Disclaimer: This is a mature fanfiction intended for mature readers.
This story contains violence, coarse language, as well as mature
sexual situations (some may consider explicit), and these would not
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ensue throughout the course of this fiction. However, since both my
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"There are two dilemmas that rattle the human skull: How do you hang on to someone who won't stay? And how do you get rid of someone who won't go?"

The War of the Roses

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Christy huffed and bounced impatiently, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as the phone rang, unanswered from the other end.

"God dammit…" She mumbled as she slammed the phone back onto the receiver with undue force and dug through the front pocket of her low-slung jeans for another round of silver change. She had called Dave twice already and had merely been directed to voice-mail. For the past few nights, he had been making every excuse known to man, not to be available when she needed a ride, save for tonight when she'd been the one excusing herself. He had not been staying in the same hotels that the rest of the RAW roster usually collectively checked into. He hadn't even been considerate enough to return her phone calls. He'd even had excuses for that too… "My phone went dead…" "I was trying to call my daughters and didn't want to get disconnected from them." "I had it on 'vibrate only'. I can't believe I didn't feel it go off." The list of reasons was endless.

Christy was tired of the justifications and tired of the insinuations from Triple H that Dave was seeing someone else. She plunked the shiny quarters into the pay-phone and dialed the number on the tiny piece of paper that Triple H had handed her at the arena. One glance over her shoulder told her that Maria was still waiting for her, in the front seat of the rented Buick Regal. Maria was somewhat like a brainless dog…Christy assumed that by the time she got done with her call and back into the car, Maria might just be realizing that she had been gone. Her fingers hit the last two numbers forcefully and then she rubbed the toe of her black high heeled boot against the metal floor of the phone booth, purposely making a black mark.

"Come on…pick up." She bit her lip impatiently as the phone rang more than ten times. At the very moment she was about to hang up, Triple H picked up the line.

"It's about time you called." He said derisively.

"Well, I'm stuck with Maria tonight, thanks to you!" She snapped, casting another desperate look over her shoulder. "I'm sure you can imagine how long it takes to do anything when she's around!"

"Oh, that's right…" He laughed. "How is the 'Bobble Head Doll' anyway?"

Christy was just about ready to roar. "You said you had a plan…" She cut to the chase.

"I do and I assure you that you're gonna have a big part in it." He sat on the edge of the bench inside the sauna.

"Quit beating around the bush and just come out with it." Christy demanded angrily.

"Well…" He said as he poured another scoopful of water on the hot coals. "I am sure you know that as part of a greater plan of my dear wife's…I have been reduced to the objectionable task of working behind a desk in the corporate offices."

This time it was her turn to laugh. "Yeah, I did hear something about that…I think maybe it was a ploy so that she could keep her eyes on you."

"Yeah, very funny…obviously it's not my first career choice…but I think it's probably just as easy to navigate from the driver's seat as it is from the passenger seat."

"You're coming to a point sometime soon, I hope." Christy scraped her thumbnail across a button on her short denim jacket, resisting the impulse to snap it off and throw across the parking lot.

"I want back in that fucking ring!" He thundered so loudly it made Christy jump. "Is that plain enough for you, or do I need to give you a phonics lesson?"

"Just tell her you want back in the ring…what does that have to do with my problem." Christy was beginning to wonder why she had called him in the first place.

"Well, now that brings us to the point that you were so eagerly seeking." He leaned back, letting the steam calm his fraying nerves. "Our problems are inexorably intertwined. You see…the only way you'll know which way I need your help, and which way you need my help, is if you ask yourself one critical question."

Christy felt a chill trickle up her spine, as she cradled the phone next to her ear. "What question?" Her voice had fallen to a tone of timidity and she had to admit, that she was somewhat fearful.

"Do you want Dave Batista or do you want a Champion?" He asked. "Now before you answer, take some time to think about the question…if you want a Champion, then you might as well just hang up right now and go after John Cena, because if I have things my way, Dave won't be holding that belt much longer…but if you want Dave…truly want Dave…and would take him as he would be without a job as a wrestler, without the accolades, the cars…the money, then we can talk."

She thought about what he had said. There was no way that Dave would be asked to leave the WWE and even if he were, she wouldn't have to worry about money. Surely he had been smart enough to put back at least some of what he had made over the last few years, hadn't he? She knew that if Triple H did regain the championship belt, she would never be at his side…he would never leave The Billion Dollar Princess and besides, Christy didn't feel for him the way she felt for Dave. If she was really truly out for the glory that would come with being the girlfriend or fiancé of a champion, the perks, the career advantages, then John Cena was the one to run to, because he currently held a belt, albeit an inferior Championship. No, it was Dave…she had wanted him the minute she had seen him…or rather had seen his potential. Christy had known he would be great, had known he would end up as a champion and she had lain in wait for his already troubled marriage to crumble. Christy had sidled in there like a cure for a disease, softening the blows with her words and filling the void with her sex…and even now as she stood here, she could see that he was slipping away from her.

Christy couldn't let all of her hard work go to waste…she had to hold on until she knew that there was nothing left, and if she had it her way…she could turn the tables and end up beside Dave Batista, on top of the WWE once more. "I guess I want Dave…" She answered in little more than a whisper.

"I'm glad that you made the right decision." Triple H smiled cynically. "I'll call you on your cell tomorrow around noon and we'll talk."

"Wait a minute!" Christy spat. "You said you had a plan, and now after I decide I wanna help you, you won't tell me?"

He supposed he could give her a little hint, a morsel of Intel. "My first plan was to have him fired by planting steroids in his bag, but then it occurred to me that Vince would wanna test him first." He laughed as if it were the funniest thing in the world.

Christy rolled her eyes. Even she would have realized that much.

"So then I decided that the best way to get rid of him was to have him injured." Triple H examined one of his fingernails as he spoke. "But Dave is too smart for that…He's put up firewalls of sorts in his contract. I can't get a rematch with him if my life depended on it."

She was beginning to have second thoughts about the whole thing, when she realized that his position as champion was in peril via a possible future injury. "I don't know about this." She said slowly.

"Just listen." He commanded. "Then after what I found out less than an hour ago, I decided that the best way to hurt someone like Dave is by proxy, because otherwise he would see it coming…he's smarter than he looks."

"I'm confused." Christy admitted.

"Why does that not surprise me…here let me speak slower so you can get it the first time." Triple H shook his head. "Have you ever heard of a whipping boy?"

"No."

"Back in the day when slavery was legal," He described. "It was the custom that when one of the Master's children didn't obey, or when the Master's wife didn't obey…the Master would have a young male slave tied to a post. He would have the children or his wife brought out to witness the slave boy being whipped."

Christy couldn't help but grimace as she listened to his vivid descriptions of the things that would be done to the whipping boy.

"Usually this treatment would go on until the master got what he wanted…until everyone consented." He said in a tone that could only be described as emotionless.

"I don't see how this is supposed to help us." Christy began to become impatient.

"I found our whipping boy…or girl, rather. I have the means to make sure that Dave's fall from grace happens harder and sooner than you think." Triple H chuckled. "I have it on good authority that he didn't leave the arena alone tonight." He waited for the news to sink in.

"What are you talking about?" She felt panic begin to rise like a hot air balloon in her chest.

"I know for a fact that he gave our sweet, little, innocent, Wardrobe manager a ride."

"What?" Christy felt her mouth go dry as the panic turned to anger.

"Seems like she lagged behind and missed her bus…and Dave, who just happened to be coming out late also…saw her dilemma and saved the day."

"I'm sure he did it out of obligation…" She said her voice beginning to increase in pitch. "He's a nice guy. I'll bet he just didn't want to be responsible if she got hurt or…something, besides I bet he's here in Dallas at the hotel waiting for me."

"Sure…" Triple H remarked enjoying her apparent dread, waiting for the explosion he knew was imminent.

"I mean…I could see how she probably planned it…but I guess he just…just was trying to be nice. I mean, they're not even friends…he wouldn't do anything to hurt me…he's just being chivalrous is all." Christy stammered, teetering on the brink of hysterics. Prickling hot tears formed behind her eyelids. If what Triple H had said was true, then this was the second time in the same night that she had been bested by her new enemy.

"Sure…" He said again, knowing the damage he'd inflicted and relishing the new alliance he could see forming in his mind's eye as she spoke. "Keep telling yourself that…maybe you can have that little mantra engraved on the plaque you present them at their wedding."

"There is no way that he is seeing her behind my back!" Her frantic words were laced with acid. "What the fuck does he think he's gonna get from her, that he hasn't already gotten from me!"

"I've known Dave for a long time and I can tell you one thing, now that he is unattached, he's got more than just you hoping to latch onto him and be the next 'Mrs. Bautista'." He continued to twist the knife. "He's gonna get pretty sick of having to fight off the masses…and trust me…he's gonna start looking for a long term gal, if you know what I mean. I would hate for that to be someone else, simply because you didn't have the balls to fight for what is rightfully yours. And I have to admit, this little gal is just innocent enough and cute enough and pliable enough for him to mold into whatever he wants. In fact…If I were a rich man looking for someone I could marry and drag around to fend off gold-diggers…she's exactly the kind of girl I would choose." He knew that riling Christy would help cement the alliance.

A tear fell down her cheek and she swiped it away with the sleeve of her shirt. "What do I have to do?" She asked, giving in to his need for an ally, and giving in to the hated prospect of being someone else's slave.

"You have to let them finish what they've started." He said, squinting in preparation for the verbal blast. He didn't have to wait long.

Christy unloaded on him with a vocal melee like none he had seen since Stephanie's old days. Four letter words were spewing out of her like vomit out of a possessed person, and he could barely get a word in edge wise.

"Calm down and listen to me…" He interjected. "Let me explain it so it will make sense or you'll just misconstrue everything and we'll be back in the same damned boat we're in now!" A look of irritation crossed his face and he threw another ladle full of water on the coals. "Obviously there is some interest there with her, or he would be with you right now, right?"

Christy was on the verge of kicking the glass out of the front of the phone booth, but she settled her temper and listened. "I told you, they aren't even friends, but if that's what you think, then go on…"

"Well, I'm sure that he's called you, right?" Triple H knew the question had found its mark when she hesitated. "You must've talked to him already tonight, right?"

"No…" She said. "Not exactly."

"Okay then, shut up and listen." He knew what Dave Batista was up to, he'd seen the man do it time and again to girls with whom he'd had one night stands. He would make excuses until Christy got the hint because he was too nice to just come out and tell her. "He's obviously taken with her…he sees something in her he wants and you just have to let it run its course."

"Then where does that leave me, huh?" Christy inquired on the verge of tears. "I'm just supposed to let them fall in love and for what?"

"Because he's not in love with you…You still don't get it do you? She's the whipping boy…let the two of them get close and then hurt her. In the process it hurts him…you get what you want and I get what I want." He explained. "It's not about physical injuries at least not yet…just trust me…you just be ready to pick up Dave when he falls and then you'll end up looking like the hero."

He stifled another attempt at an objection. "Now the first thing you need to do is to set up a meeting with Chris Jericho, and you give him this little tidbit of information, and then you be prepared to meet up in Bischoff's office afterward."

Triple H began to explain to Christy how he'd seen Max throw Jericho's keys in the trash can after the clumsy run-in with Nancy. The two began to formulate a plan, the first of many small battles to win in the war in which they now found themselves embroiled.

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"Here's your key." Dave Batista said cheerfully as he ducked back into the driver's seat of his Ferrari and handed the plastic door card to Nancy. "Your room was under Max's name."

"Thank you." She accepted the key and slid it into the tiny handbag. She was appreciative that he had offered to get her key when he checked himself in.

"So you two share a room?" He felt a tiny stab of jealousy even though he knew the two were merely friends…and he didn't know why.

"We have since we started going on the road, he's a gentleman, plus there are two beds and it makes it cheaper in the long run." Nancy explained and then after an awkward pause, she turned to him and said. "Thank you…for the ride…and the burger." She smiled and tucked her handbag under her arm.

"You're welcome." His voice was deep and soft, the way she had come to like it. It reminded her of calm waters.

"I really had a good time tonight…I haven't laughed this much since…well, since Max fell over the trunk a few nights ago…but I really had a great time." She admitted as she tried to avoid his piercing stare.

"It was my pleasure." He didn't mean for the comment to sound so provocative, she was certain, but it did and the sound of it caused a tremor to course through her belly. He cleared his throat after the silence. "We should probably go in now."

"Definitely…" Nancy agreed, sighing. "I'm really looking forward to a hot shower and some cold sheets." She stepped out of the car and closed the door behind her.

Dave followed behind her until they reached the glass front doors of the hotel he then stepped in front of her so that he could open the door. He noticed that she seemed uncomfortable with his politeness as if she'd somehow expected him to behave otherwise. The two entered the elevator, with Dave bound for the fourth floor and Nancy for the third floor. The doors closed and she leaned over shyly to glance at the watch on Dave's wrist, noting that it was almost five A.M.

"You'll still have time to catch a few Z's." He answered her unspoken query. "I doubt anyone else will be headed into town until around noon or one."

"Good, because Max is like a bull in a china shop when he shows up." She yawned as the doors of the elevator came open. "Well I guess I'll…be seeing you around."

"I'll just stand here and make sure you get in your room." Dave said forcing himself to stay rooted to the spot, his foot preventing the elevator from closing. 'Walk her to the door…' The inner animal tempted and Dave couldn't resist. He stepped from the interior of the elevator and watched the doors close behind him. "Just for safety reasons…I'll just walk you to your door." He knew it was a risk…he was smelling her perfume…seeing the way she fumbled through her handbag for the key, the way the strap of her delicate blouse had slid to the edge of her shoulder. He hadn't thought about any of this all night, but now the animal was whispering into his soul all of the things he should do…wanted to do to her.

"That's okay, you don't have to walk me." She said nervously, her hands trembling when she pulled the key out. "You've done so much already." Even as she backed up toward the door, with him advancing slowly, she knew she wanted him to follow, wanted something more. 'Idiot' she berated herself silently and turned her back on him to slide the key card into the lock.

The beast in the cage railed at him furiously and prodded. 'Tell her you haven't done near enough…tell her all the things you plan to do!' Dave exhaled and pulled his bag up in front of him as if it would somehow hold him back from pouncing. "Well, you're here safe." It was stupid he knew it. Her room was only steps from the elevator. She would have been fine without his help.

"Thanks…" She spoke so softly it was a whisper and then turning the lever she opened the door and nearly fell inside, closing it before she could give in to the temptation to let him follow. 'Thunk' she let her forehead fall against the door lightly, dropped her handbag on the floor and then turning, she ran and jumped onto the bed. Whipping a pillow from beneath the covers, she slammed it against her face and let out a frustrated shriek, kicking her feet against the bed like a giddy child.

The elevator doors closed once more, leaving Dave to himself for the short ride up one floor. He let the bag fall between his feet and lifting his face to the ceiling covered it with both huge hands. He let out a deep laugh. He was embarrassed and humiliated and growing an enormous erection all at the same time. He wanted her, there was no denying that. The problem was; he had no clue as to why he wanted her and no clue why he was behaving like a teenager on a date. 'I'll just make sure you're safe…' He mocked himself, laughing. 'Idiot..' he said to himself as the doors opened, revealing his floor. He held his bag in front of him as he exited the elevator to cover up the evidence of his desire, and then headed to his room for a cold shower.