Chapter 5

A/N: Before I write this chapter I must warn those dedicated fans who get annoyed when facts are wrong or changed. Things like home town mix ups and stuff. In this Chapter there is a memory set in 1997 (when Riley and Randy were 17). During this memory it is implied that Chris Jericho is a member of the WWF at the time. I have chosen to change this from when he debuted in 1999. Why? Because it fits better to the storyline. Sorry to those of you that this might annoy.

She drank down her entire water bottle her arms, legs and stomach aching.

"How are you feeling?" Hunter asked coming to stand in front of her.

She took a deep breath of air, "I don't think ive ever been so sore and in so much pain in my life."

He laughed.

She sighed, "Why do I even have to do this training session, what happened to the nice little sessions I was doing before, why do I have to do this sessions with the rest of Evolution now?"

"You want to win the Womens Title off Chyna?" he asked, she nodded, "Well Chyna isn't any ordinary Diva, you're a tall girl, but she's even taller than you, she's about sixty pounds heavier than you as well. How are you planning to give her some of those more powerful moves I taught you when you cant lift her up?"

Riley shrugged, a small smile creeping onto a her face, now she understood.

"If you think fighting Lita or Trish is hard, you have no idea of how hard it is to verse Chyna, well not for myself of course since I know all her weaknesses but for a Diva you can get squashed. I also want you to change from that Lioness-Sault to a power bomb, it has a much better affect and should get you a three count. Only problem is to do a power bomb you'll need to be able to lift 180 pounds."

Riley nodded, "OK, but cant Randy just help me cheat to win."

Hunter smirked, "Sure, but that would be taking the easy way out, don't you want to be remembered as the best woman of all time or something?"

Riley nodded.

He nodded, "Well you should try and beat her fairly ofcourse unless it comes to cheating is the only way to win. I wouldn't get Randy involved if I was you, Randy's got the potential to be great but just not yet."

Riley shrugged, "alright then."

As Hunter moved to the weight beside her and began adding ten more pounds to Johns weights, Riley sighed, she wanted more than anything to beat Chyna, she just had no idea how she was going to do it.

Chyna stood in the middle of the ring, microphone in hand and scowling as the fans heavily booed her.

She decided to ignore them, "Last night I defeated Trish Stratus and reclaimed what is mine, the Women's Championship. But ever since that time I have heard of this number one contender I am suppose to verse at Bad Blood. Ive heard that this girl has barely been in the WWE for a year and she supposedly has improved greatly since she debuted, whoever this Diva is get down to this ring right now!"

Evolution is a Mystery…

Riley walked out onto the stage alone looking quiet worried, she turned back to the curtain and said something, moments later Randy Orton came to her side and took her hand.

Chyna smirked, the girl was afraid to verse her alone.

Chyna got a microphone for the number one contender to her new title and handed it to her as she entered the ring.

Chyna studied the girl, she was somewhat familiar. Chyna's eyes moved to the man that stood beside her, and then it clicked as memories began to flood back.

Chyna was absentmindly having a drink of water from the refreshments table. Tonight's show hadn't yet began but she had already undertaken a vigorous warm up so she would be prepared for her match that evening, at Survivor Series.

"Randy, homes, do you even know where your dads locker room is?"

Chyna looked further up the corridor seeing a group of teenagers, three of which were boys and one girl. She returned to her activities at the table.

"I'm positive he said it was here somewhere."

"Orton, you've got to be kidding me, you have not the faintest idea!"

"Sean give him a break, we'll just find someone and ask them were it is."

"Well thanks for pointing out the obvious Riley."

"Sean, Riles, shutup, maybe that woman down there can help us."

"You cant ask her Orton, she's that mad woman who works with Hunter Hearst-Helmsley."

"Well thanks for pointing out the obvious Sean."

"Guys, shutup, Randy go ask her where your dads locker room is."

Chyna turned as a tall brown haired teenager walked over to her, a piece of paper in hand, wearing a Cowboy Bob Orton T-Shirt and a Cowboy Hat. She got a better look of his companions as they followed him. His friends all were very similar in their features, obviously related. The oldest male was wearing Roddy Piper merchandise, the second eldest male and slightly shorter than his brother was wearing Hulkamania merchandise, while the girl was wearing Chris Jericho merchandise.

"Uh, hey," the Cowboy Bob Orton dressed teenager said, "I'm Randy Orton, I'm suppose to be meeting my dad, Bob Orton, before the show but I cant find his Locker room, do you happen to know where it is?"

Chyna shrugged, gesturing over her shoulder, "Go down this hallway and on the first left go down that hallway and you should find a sign with your dads name on his locker room door.

Randy thanked her before telling his friends to follow him.

He fell back to walk with the girl, "If you decide to become a wrestler, you should model yourself on her."

The girl looked at him strangely for a moment before casting a glance over her should briefly at Chyna, before they turned the corner.

Chyna at first thought that she would never see the girl again, but of course this wasn't the case.

Chyna sighed he muscles aching as she entered her locker room, no sooner than did she, a bucket of water fell over her head. She blinked shocked as her eyes slowly worked back to their proper vision, she then gasped, her room had been decorated horribly with confetti, paint and a dark brown slime that covered the floor.

She heard laughter behind her and turned seeing the two people who were making her life a living hell.

"Orton, Cena, you two are going to pay for this!" she screamed.

The two eighteen year olds only laughed harder as they backed away in mock fright.

Chyna however was not kidding, and soon the two realised this.

"Chyna!"

She turned seeing Chris Jericho race down the hallway towards them.

"Jericho your little girlfriend and her idiot best friend trashed my room," she screamed at him.

Chris Jericho slowed down and peered into her room, he gasped, "Oh god it stinks in there."

Chyna screamed again, letting her frustration break free only further.

Chris Jericho with an unusual expression printed on his face grabbed his girlfriends hand and then said in an undertone, "lets leave now," before himself, his girlfriend; Riley Cena and Randy Orton raced down the hallway towards his locker room."

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the two idiots who caused me hell back in 1997. Are you two still destroying people rooms for fun?" she asked.

Riley looked at Randy strangely for a moment before he whispered to her, she smiled understanding, "Oh come on that was the nineties!"

Chyna slapped her hard, knocking the taste out of Riley's mouth. The brunette turned back to her, tears in the corners of her eyes as she held her red cheek.

Randy Orton took the microphone, "What is your problem?"

Chyna laughed, "My problem is that my number one contender is a wannabe wrestler, who thinks shes some sort of Queen B but is really nothing more than a slut."

Riley gasped and attempted to slap her across the face, Chyna caught her hand and twisted her wrist. Randy attempted to attack her then, she kicked her as he backed away. Chyna then punched Riley who fell to the ground. Randy came to her feet and she bent to her knees and low blowed him.

Riley slowly came to her feet, and Chyna kicked her in the gut before executing a painful power bomb.

Chyna left the ring satisfied, and walked slowly up the ramp laughing.

Randy Orton crawled over to Riley checking if she was OK, as Chyna left to backstage, leaving her number one contender staring up at the bright lights half unconscious.

A/N: Next Chapter. Its Riley's Birthday, what's the worst that could happen?