Uncommon Sense Chapter 20
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
be deemed appropriate for all readers.
I do not own nor claim to have any affiliation with the WWE, its
characters, wrestlers, staff or other affiliates. I do own any
original characters that I have created, as well as scenarios that
ensue throughout the course of this fiction. However, since both my
characters and scenarios are inexorably intertwined with those of
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"Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead."

-Benjamin Franklin

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Something was tickling his nose, soft and intermittent. He was half certain, even without opening his eyes that he might soon wake to find Audrey's plastic sword pointed at his throat. There was no loud blaring of the alarm…only the sound of a bird and a soft distant native drum beat…and then there was the smell, almost indistinct, filling his nostrils…strawberries…her. Somehow the events of the past days were meshing together and in his drowsiness he was having trouble remembering exactly where he was. He was absolutely exhausted. Opening his eyes, told him that it was not Audrey's sword near his face, instead it was the ripple of the delicate cloth of the bed drapery that had come undone and was now fluttering in the air above him. And then the entire night played over in his head. A roll to his side and an extension of his arm onto the rumpled sheets beside him told Dave Batista that she was gone.

His brow creased as he rose up on one elbow, curious as to where she might have gone and why. A quick glance over the side of the bed and Dave could see that her clothing was still in a pile intertwined with his and he felt a strange sense of relief that she had not decided to leave out of shame or regret. Things were undeniably different this morning. Dave knew that he would not be able to look at her the same way again…they could never just be friends…not after last night. She had been responsive underneath him, in the persuasion of his practiced hands…she'd been reactive and bold all at the same time…he hadn't been able to get enough and neither had she. Dave had a hard time keeping the smile off of his face as he again looked at her clothes in a pile on the floor with his, remembering last night in scrumptiously vivid detail. The sound of the shower spray being turned on, forced him up off of the bed…So, that's where she was.

Nancy stepped into the stone shower wincing when the water hit her body…it was hot, soothing and reviving. She closed her eyes and sighed, an aching heaviness settling in her heart…she was in quite a situation. It would be one thing if her involvement with Dave Batista had been strictly platonic, friendship…maybe innocent flirting…even casual dating would be safer than this. But this morning was not safe…nothing about the whole encounter was safe anymore. His lips and hands and fingers had coaxed her over a line neither he nor she had any business crossing. 'But that's not the only problem', she thought as she shampooed her hair and leaned her face under the spray. The biggest dilemma…the one that hung burdensome and without resolution, was that she knew she couldn't walk away…she had no desire to be anywhere but here. It was unstable, unsure…no guarantee, but it was everything she'd ever wanted and never had.

She soaped up her body and determined to distance herself from Dave Batista…a little at first…she had to protect her past and he was reeling her in little by little like a fish on a hook. She had to slow things down, but she wasn't sure she could, not after the night they'd had. Nancy closed her eyes, biting her lip she ran the soap over her breasts and smiled, remembering how he'd touched and kissed them…yes…this was a problem, especially since she found her body beginning to react again at the mere thought of him. She was physically and mentally weak under his influence…and she was quite sure that she was going to fold if he touched her again.

He was drawn in by the sound of the water, the steam swirling up from the archway that led into the bathroom…not to mention the temptation of something more than just a shower. Dave heard her sigh, and stepping closer to the open stone shower, he found her…he wouldn't join her. He would just watch…at least that's what he told himself. But bloody hell, he was fighting a losing battle. The sight of her practically on tiptoes, rinsing the shampoo out of her hair caused him to harden painfully. He loved watching her, loved the way his mind played out a hundred different scenarios when he did. But right now, he was loving the way she massaged the soap over her skin and he could not have held himself back not even with a team of plow oxen strapped to his back. Dave stepped into the shower behind her and immediately took over the enjoyable task of washing her body. He laughed when she jumped in surprise…smiled when she leaned back against him as his hands stroked over her body…lost control when he touched her core with a curious hand and found her already throbbing and ready for him.

If last night had been tender and unhurried, this morning was nothing of the sort. In a swift second he had raised her up, wrapping her legs around his hips and seated her on the rigid length of himself. With abandon, he pressed her lower back against the stone wall, ignoring her cry of pain when the welt from her contact with the ropes in her match scraped cruelly against the wall. Dave's hands were gripping the ledge above her and his thrusts were intentionally harder and more forceful than they had been before. He'd been a gentleman last night and that was fine for their first time and for sometime after, but the beast was goading him again, baiting him, demanding that he be fair, that he give his devious nature equal playing time. He dragged his lips over her wet throat and felt a soft vibration as she let out a moan…it pushed him over the edge. He drove himself into her, twined his free hand into her wet curls, yanking her head back so he could rake his teeth across the tender flesh of her neck. He was rewarded with a whimper of surprise and then a soft moan, followed by a flurry of breathless requests for him not to cease.

Nancy's hands were in his hair, on his shoulders pulling him and yet pushing him away as the point of release began to build in her. Her nails scraped a path down his back and she heard him groan before his lips met hers with blind intensity. His hard thrusts were feral, animalistic and furious, shaking her entire body, bringing her to a fevered pitch. She clung dependently to his powerful shoulders as the spiraling force in her center finally shattered, radiating outward, filling her whole body with wave after wave of heated satiation.

He was not far behind her, hearing her cries echo off of the stone walls, feeling her pulsate around his cock. His knuckles, white from his grip on the ledge, his teeth clenched, he plunged into her again and then burst, filling her. He breathed raggedly against her drenched throat, his lips a hairsbreadth from the diamond, trying to regain his strength and yet still holding her there against the stone wall. Her arms were draped around the thick muscles of his neck as she leaned her cheek against the top of his head. Water from the shower spout still splashed them as they stood there, and Nancy laughed softly against him. "Ouch." She whispered when he raised his head to look at her. "My back." She smiled…a pained glimmer in her eyes as she framed his face with her hands, grazing the sides of his jaw with her thumbs. Everything that Nancy had sworn just minutes ago about distancing herself went straight down that shower drain…nothing was ever going to be way it had been before him.

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Dave Batista hung up the cell phone after rearranging his flight plan, making sure to be placed on standby for the same flight as Nancy. He smiled…she wouldn't know until the last second…and it gave him a few more hours to do whatever he wanted before having to fly out. It was devious, but he wasn't quite ready to let her leave…if he had his choice he'd lock the door and have food delivered through the mail slot for the next week just to keep her here. He laid the cell phone back into his bag alongside his flight itinerary, glancing over to the coffee table and smiling when he saw the half empty wine glasses, from last night.

A knock on the cabana door caught his attention and he adjusted the towel around his waist, wondering who it might be…Nancy had barely gotten out of the shower, but it was conceivable that she could have had the time to order room service, while he'd been on the phone with the airline. Crossing the room, he palmed his wallet, so that he could give a tip after the food cart was delivered. He grinned and shook his head, knowing that with her huge appetite, room service would never fit on just a tray. He turned the handle and pulled the door open, met with the fragrance of flowers, a slightly cool breeze and…Maria Kanelis.

Dave arched an eyebrow and used one hand to hold the towel in place around his waist. "Maria." It was a statement devoid of a note of surprise, a mere acknowledgement.

"Hi…can I come in?" Maria asked, regarding him through a fringe of dark lashes, after having taken a longer than necessary appraisal of his less than dressed physique.

Dave sighed and scratched his head. "You know…uh, now is not a really good time." He didn't know the exact basis for her untimely visit, but the whole scenario had 'Christy Hemme' written all over it.

"Are you busy?" Maria asked shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Because there's sort of a little problem."

He frowned. "Maria, I'm not sure that it's a problem I can help you with."

"Well, I know that you've been spending a lot of time with the girl from wardrobe, and…" She began, transparent as a sheet of glass, and about as intelligent as one. "None of the Divas know where she is. We can't find her and we're concerned because we have some clothes for her to fix. Have you seen her?"

It was the dumbest excuse he'd ever heard…He knew as soon as she opened her mouth that Christy had sent her. "I…really think, that she does that sort of thing when she's on company time…I'm sure she's around somewhere and that she's just fine." He had half a mind to spite Christy by telling Maria that Nancy was here. He could imagine the look of horror on Maria's face if he told her how he'd spent the last ten hours in a heated rendezvous with Christy's rival.

Maria swept her gaze across the living area and a small perceptive smile lit upon her features, her eyes locked on the pair of taupe heels lying askew on the floor, below the table where a jade, beaded handbag sat. She lifted her gaze upward to Dave's face with an arch of a brow and he knew that he didn't have to tell her anything…she already knew.

"Well, if you see her…will you tell her that we're looking for her?" Maria asked and even with her brainless, clueless personality, he could detect the faint sarcasm that laced her request.

He nodded, gave her a simple "Yeah." and then closed the door as she turned to walk away. The encounter left him wondering why everyone was so obscure in their attempts to get information out of him…could they not just come out and ask? Not that he would have told them by any means…his respect for Nancy dictated that he would not kiss and tell, but at the very least…he was getting tired of the games. Dave tossed his wallet on the table beside her purse, and smiled…he was glad Maria had seen it, now maybe the mystery would be over and Christy would see fit to leave him alone.

Once in the doorway of the master bedroom, he saw Nancy lying on her stomach under the sheets, propped up on her elbows. She was talking on the cell phone to what he assumed was someone's voicemail. He crept up on the bed behind her a sinful smile on his face the moment he felt her beneath him. He reached around her gently removed the phone from her hand, snapping it shut and placing it on the night table. She looked over her shoulder with a confused smile. "I was calling Max…I need to go get some clothes…he's not there." Dave couldn't resist the impulse to attack her neck and as he did so he playfully told her. "There are no phone calls." He nipped at her ear, "And no clothes…" He slid his hands around the front of her body to cup a bare breast. "Not until I say so."

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Christy held the stack of papers in her hand, a look of pitiable unease twisting her beautiful features. Her eyes again scanned over the text on the page and she lifted her saddened gaze, not even sure exactly what it was she had read. She knew what it appeared to be, she knew that it was atrocious at the very least and she quickly realized that there was no way on earth she could do what was being asked of her. "This…is…really bad." Her eyes held a glimmer of tears. "I can't do this to someone…not even her." Her head snapped up instantly with the forceful assistance of Triple H's hand under her chin.

"You can…and you will." He informed her, a sliver of intimidation winding its way through his words. "You know what you just read."

"How can I do this?" Christy asked, tearfully.

"Maybe I was wrong about your true feelings for Dave…maybe you don't want to be the one he turns to…maybe Candice is the woman I should be talking to." He hadn't expected her sudden attack of conscience.

"I do love him." She whispered, swiping a tear off of her cheek. "This just isn't right…you can't do this to somebody…" She slapped the stack of papers down on the table in front of her.

It was time for him to pull out the big guns. He knew that he would never convince Christy to go through with his plan unless he asserted himself and put fear and anger in the place of her doubt. "You didn't get a chance to speak to Maria this morning did you?" He leveled the first verbal gun at her.

"You know I didn't." Christy said with an air of irritancy, referring to the fact that she had been here in the secluded fast food restaurant with him for the past hour hashing out his plan and reading over the documents he'd brought as a result of his extensive background search on Nancy.

"Well then maybe I'll tell you about the phone call I received a few minutes ago." Triple H was prepared to incinerate her feelings, knowing that it would give root to wrath and set her firmly back on track again. "I sent Maria on a little expedition this morning…" He caught Christy's look of horror. "Don't worry, she has no idea we're in cahoots." He continued, stuffing the paperwork back into the folder as he spoke. "The objective of her search was to find Nancy…and so she went to her cabana…she found no one." He announced with finality. "She also went to the restaurant in the main lobby…no one." He watched as Christy's eyes averted. "Maria checked the pool, the gift shop…the gym…and again Nancy was nowhere to be found."

"Okay so maybe she went to the mall or out to one of the native markets to shop…what are you getting at?" Christy knew she wasn't going to like his answer, but a small prayer of hope formed in her heart…she couldn't bear the thought of what she suspected he was about to tell her.

"Well, I'm glad you asked." He shifted in the uncomfortable booth. "Maria made a trek over to Dave's cabana…" He saw the slight flare of her nostrils as her eyes locked on the straw she was currently mutilating with her fingernail. "Dave answered the door and they exchanged an innocent inquiry about her whereabouts…of course he agreed that if he saw Nancy he would tell her that Maria was looking for her."

"So? That tells me nothing." Christy huffed, pinching the straw furiously.

He laughed when she dodged the verbal bullet. "Before she left, she had a chance to notice a pair of heels and a jade handbag in his entryway."

She blanched visibly. "It could have been anyone's; it doesn't mean it was hers." Christy was in denial.

"Well unless he's taken with the thought of becoming a transvestite, then I would have to say that those items undoubtedly belong to a woman…and I think you and I both know that they belong to one woman in particular." He seethed, irritated with her ability to deny the obvious. "Maria remembers that Jade handbag as being the one Nancy carried…she remarked to me that she had noticed it in the bathroom the other night because she liked it." He smiled when her eyes clouded over with anger. "He also answered the door in a towel."

"I can't believe this." Christy murmured on the brink of tears.

"We both know Dave, and it's pretty safe to say that if she was in that cabana with him all night…they probably weren't just playing Scrabble." He remarked, noticing her hurt expression. "And knowing Dave as well as I know him…whatever happened in there probably happened more than once." She looked as if she'd been hit by a flurry of bullets.

"You're the one who told me to let this happen!" She hissed, wiping another tear away. "And now you're taunting me with it."

"Christy…now you see that she can be used…he feels something for her." He inserted.

"It's just sex." Christy spat.

"That's funny, because I seem to remember hearing from my sources that he's taken her to his favorite diner, to the gym for a very personal training session, he swept her away from the arena for drinks when she was supposed to wrestle…" He ticked the items off on his meaty fingers. "Oh and she even had breakfast with his daughters, which, I don't have to tell you is a huge thing and frankly further than you ever got with him…I think he saved her ass from some hoodlums at the pool if my sources are right. Oh, and let's not forget the fact that Chris was gifted with a nice little gash on his forehead that required stitches, from a remarkably badly aimed chair shot, one that he sustained as a result of Dave interfering in a match without the knowledge or consent of his superiors!"

Christy was crying now, softly but angrily.

"I plan on achieving my goal with or without you, Christy. "Triple H said caustically. "Dave's gonna need a shoulder to cry on after he drops her like a hot rock…because there are feelings there…and you know it. Now it's up to you whose shoulder he chooses. I don't have to tell you how many pretty ladies would be willing to benefit from his grief and from his imminent time off from the WWE."

"Time off?" She blew her nose in a napkin.

"Good God, Christy…Do I really have to include a blow by blow narrative every single time we have this discussion?" He asked incredulously. "If Dave Batista is gone from the WWE…then obviously they have to have a marketable champion on the card…in his place, now I'm not fool enough to believe that anyone on the board of Directors would oust him from his current position, not with the amount of gross he's pulling in for the company."

Christy didn't like what she was about to hear.

"If he's injured, then the title changes hands…I become the marketable champion. My wife would be forced to let me back in the ring." He announced.

"But you said that you could hurt him by proxy…you never said anything about putting him out of commission…I could never agree to that." The intensity of his plan weighed on her heavily, and the sheer realization that she was in over her head had her reeling.

"This is not all about you and your goal, Christy." He snapped. "I brought you in on this because we both had something to gain and because I thought we could both get what we wanted by working together…and you don't have any other choice but to do exactly as we planned...Don't play hero with this, please…I have no conscience when my career is on the line and I will, without a moments hesitation, bring your little dream world crashing down around your shoulders if you fuck with me!" His low voice and clenched teeth gave her fearful pause. "Now if we can bring this entire plan to fruition, I'll be back in that ring with gold on my shoulder, despite how my wife feels."

"He has a contract doesn't he, that gives him a set amount of time that he's required to be champion…I mean isn't he paid to carry that belt for a certain amount of time?" Christy asked grasping at straws.

"If he's injured he can't carry the belt, he has to relinquish it." He smiled.

"Trish didn't give hers up when she went out with her injury." Christy pointed out sniffling.

"The men's title is always going to be more important than the women's title and it also has to do with the extent of the injury and the amount of time he'll be out of the game." He expounded. "He'll be forced to go home and lick his wounds, hopefully you'll be helping him…he will have lost someone he obviously has a fondness for, due to her shady past, but that's no big deal because he'll finally realize that you were there for him all along." He reached out to pat her arm in a feigned gesture of concern. "Isn't that what you wanted? Don't you see how important it is to see this through to completion?"

"He'll never be purposely injured in the ring…no one would hurt him because they all respect him…and you yourself said you couldn't get another match with him…so unless you're planning some heinous attack outside of the ring…I don't know how you plan on accomplishing your goal." Christy pointed out, her fears being replaced by bittersweet reassurance.

"Well I'm working on that as we speak…I can get a match…and I'm refining the details before I pitch it to Bischoff…but we need to fan the flames in regards to the incident with Chris." He said. "We can't let that whole rivalry cool off…we may even need to put a bug in the ear of WWE Creative so that we can get something up off the ground…I'm talking with some of the management on my own suggesting that we have Nancy trained to wrestle...I'll let you in on all that later if it pans out."

Christy looked as if she'd been slapped. "This is ridiculous, it'll never work."

"It will…and I'm willing to bet your career on it." He said threateningly. "Now I have to insist that you go on about things as if they are completely normal…and please, for the love of God, try to have fewer psychotic stalking episodes…leave her alone and leave him alone. I have reliable sources in place and they tell me everything…you'll only go and spoil things if you keep trying to confront her." He pointed his finger in her face. "I mean it."

Christy watched as he got up to leave, terrified that what she was about to do would ruin someone's life and career. Once this information got out, Nancy would never work anywhere but in a dress shop again…if she could even get hired there. In her blind anger, Christy had truly believed that ruining Nancy had been what she wanted, but now after having seen the extent of her past…she wasn't sure. Christy had always been a bit shrewd in her attempts to gain status, but this went way beyond that, this was unconscionable…it was cruel exploitation at best, and she was too far in to even protest. Her only hope was that once Dave was forced to recover, that he would be ready to have someone he could trust and that she could reaffirm that she was indeed that person. But then there was also the knowledge that revealing Nancy's secret, ruining her life and Dave's happiness, would thrust her into the position of having to carry around the ugly secret of her culpability in his injury as well as his loss of someone he was beginning to care about. If he let her back in then she could never allow him to discover how far she had been willing to go just to get him back…it would be something she would have to hide for the rest of her natural life.

Christy loved Dave, wanted him more than anything…and that alone was enough of a reason to follow through with a design that could destroy someone else. Triple H had taken the folder with the documents along with him and Christy was glad…she didn't want to look at them again…they were horrible…and he had been right when he'd said that following through with this plan would help her achieve her goal of becoming Dave's priority, and in essence she was saving him and his children from harm. He'd been so sure that this was a favor to Dave even if it did cause him undo pain…he would be better off in the long haul. Christy could only hope that was true.