(A/N) So hey everybody, I'm sensing that some people want to see more of their favorite wrestlers or favorite couples and I'm sorry, but I can't just throw everyone in at any given time. To El Chacal, Undertaker will play a more integral part later in the story, especially when things between John and Chris heat up. He will be sort of like a wildcard if you will. To wwefan01, expect a lot of John and Torrie interaction in the next few chapters. And to all the Christy lovers, she makes her appearance in this chapter, so enjoy!

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and girls! Pimps and Hoes! All the fine ass ladies sittin in the back! It's time for our third and final fight for tonight. All the same rules apply from the first two fights. Blah blah blah. You guys know the drill, so let's get on with the action! Introducing first, weighing in at an impressive 300 plus pounds of pure muscle. He is Evolution's 'Animal'. The one, the only, DAAAAAAAVE BATISTAAAAA!" Randy yelled. Another raucous applause came from the Evolution cheer squad.

"And his victim… I mean opponent for tonight is Edge." Randy mocked through the loudspeaker, writing Edge off already. The crowd laughed at Randy's witty comment. Edge didn't really care. He fed off being the underdog.

The two men stood face to face in the ring. The ref stood in between the two men as they approached each other.

"Now I want a good clean fight." The ref stated ceremoniously. "Back to your corners boys and wait for my signal."

The two fighters backed off. The ref raised his hand and the bell sounded.

Batista approached Adam slowly, arms raised, ready to grab his opponent. Adam bounced around the ring, staying on his toes at all times. He knew that Dave had the size and strength advantage, but he was definitely the quicker and more agile of the two. He would have to avoid head on contact if he was to win. Dave bounded towards Adam, showing surprising speed and acceleration. Adam was caught off guard as Dave body checked him onto the mat. Edge was quick to his feet though and he recovered well. Dave paced around the ring and then again, he lunged at his opponent, but this time Adam was ready and sidestepped out of the way. This continued for a couple of minutes and the crowd was beginning to get bored. So Edge decided to liven things up. He was never going to win by just dodging all of Dave's advances. He was going to have to mount some offence of his own. So this time, when Dave came at him, he stepped to the side and jumped on his back. He wrapped his arm around his opponent's massive neck and got him in a choke hold. Dave stumbled around for a bit, trying to catch his breath. He then grabbed Adam's head and heaved him over his shoulder, sending him crashing onto the mat. Dave then dropped a knee onto Adam's chest.

Adam took in air by the mouthfuls, trying to recover from the knee to the chest. He felt himself get lifted off the mat and slammed back down again. He was in a position that he didn't want to be in. In a position where Dave was in control.

'The Animal' continued to have his way with Edge. His sheer power and strength eventually overcame Adam's agility and speed. He lifted Adam onto his shoulders and basically threw him back onto the mat. But Adam kept on climbing to his feet in the nick of time. It was a wonder how he was still in the match. Dave then hoisted Adam over his right shoulder, Adam's feet dangling limply behind him. He was going to slam his opponent into the mat. Suddenly, a great amount of force pulled him back. Dave rocked backwards, almost fell. Then another great tug and Dave came off his feet, the back of his head struck the mat with force. Both men were down and both were slow to their feet. Adam won the race by a fraction and came in with his foot aiming for Dave's face. It struck its target as Batista fell back down. He got back up quite quickly though, and Adam was on the attack again. He hit him with a few punches but Dave stayed on his feet. The big man took a swing at Edge but he ducked out of the way. Now Edge was behind the giant and toppled him with a knee to the kidney. Edge sensed victory was near as Batista took a very long time to get back up. Adam backed away to get a run up. He charged at his opponent, and came flying in with his knee aimed at Dave's torso. However Dave caught him, spun him upside down and drove his head into the mat. The impact shook the ring and Edge showed no signs of movement. The 10 count finally came and Batista won the match, but not as easy as he wanted. The referee tended to Edge, who looked to be knocked out, but eventually got to his feet.

Dave got out of the ring amidst a loud applause from the whole crowd. He walked towards Hunter's office so he could grab his stuff and leave. Hunter caught up with him along the way.

"Great stuff buddy!" Hunter said as he slapped Dave on the back. "It's good to know that I can count on someone in this team."

Dave continued to walk, looking straight ahead, not acknowledging the praise he had received from his boss. They two men entered the office as Dave collected his stuff.

"I'm gonna head off home now. Take a shower, if that's ok with you." Dave said as politely as he could.

"Yeah. Go on. You did great tonight. Go and get some rest." Hunter approved.

Without another word, Batista picked up his bags and left the club.

John got out of the shower. He had washed off quickly and was now attending to some cuts on his face. He checked himself in the mirror. Miraculously, there was not a single scar on his face. All the vicious fights he had participated in still left his face smooth and good looking. He saw a leggy blonde in the mirror, standing behind him. She was wearing a see though night gown and had a mischievous look on her face.

"When are you coming to bed honey?" The blonde bombshell said in a seductive voice.

"In a minute Stace. I just gotta finish cleaning up." John replied.

Stacy Keibler walked up behind Cena and placed a delicate had on his chest. She dropped the nightgown and pressed her naked body onto his bare back. She began breathing in his ear, trying to sex him up.

"Look, I can't concentrate with you licking at my fucken ear aight? Go to bed and I'll be with you in a minute."

Stacy huffed a little and retreated to the bedroom on his orders. John really didn't feel up to it tonight. He was tired and aching from his fight. He finished cleaning himself up and made his way to the bedroom. John had decided to stay the night at Stacy's place because he didn't feel like sleeping alone tonight. He climbed into bed and under the covers.

"Night Stace."

No reply came back. John then felt a hand on his back. Her manicured fingernails gently clawing his skin. He then felt what he guessed was her breast, press against him.

John said a little frustrated. "I ain't up for it tonight ok? Can we just go to sleep, please?"

Still no reply as Stacy continued to tickle his back.

"Please Stacy. I'm tired."

Stacy was relentless in her chase for sex. She continued to make his skin crawl. Finally John submitted and decided that the only way he was going to get a peaceful night's sleep was if he gave her what she wanted. They began to have sex and Stacy was enjoying it when John suddenly stopped. He felt sick to his stomach.

"Oh… don't stop baby." Stacy moaned through labored breathing.

John pulled himself off Stacy and went to the bathroom.

Stacy sat up in bed. "Where are you going honey? Are you okay?"

"Stace. Just shut up for a minute. I'm gonna be sick. Just go to sleep okay?" John replied harshly.

Stacy, who was utterly surprised by the rude outburst, flopped her head back in the pillow and closed her eyes. "Fine then, spoiled sport. But it's your loss, not mine." She called out.

John was hunched over the sink. He washed his face a few times and looked himself in the mirror. The wave of sickness had passed but now he was feeling depressed. He didn't want to be with Stacy, he wanted to be with Torrie. He went back into the bedroom and grabbed his shirt and pants. Slipping both on, he walked out to the living room where he plopped himself into a comfy sofa. He sat there for a minute, thinking of Torrie and decided he couldn't take it anymore. He had to call her. To at least hear her soothing voice again. He picked up the phone and dialed her mobile phone number off by heart. A few rings went by until someone picked up.

"Hello?"

John opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't think of anything to say.

"Hello? Who is this?" Her voice rang out again. There was no noise in the background, so he assumed she was at Hunter's house by herself.

"Hellooo…" She said once again.

John desperately wanted to say something but he was at a loss for words. He started to get all choked up.

"Hey…" John managed to croak but it was too late. The mechanic sound of the beep….beep…beep… indicated that she had hung up already. John replaced the receiver and sighed to himself. This was getting out of hand. He needed to talk to her face to face. To tell her how sorry he was. Hopefully she would be at the next fight so he could do just that. He didn't care if Hunter would be there. He would fight Hunter if he had to. He needed to tell Torrie how sorry he was and nobody was going to stop him doing so.

Adam limped out of the club. He got a few hand shakes out of respect for the good fight he put up. He almost had it too. However, he would get a second chance. There were three winners, which meant another person would be needed to form the semifinal bracket. So Hunter announced that all the losers would participate in a match and the winner would become the wildcard. Adam was determined to win the match and get a second chance at the prize. He caught a cab home and got some well deserved rest.

Dave was riding in a cab on his way home. He was almost part of a major upset, but luckily his strength prevailed and he put Edge to rest. He thought about how Hunter was blackmailing him. It was devious, conniving and dirty. All the things that Hunter stood for. So it isn't that much of a surprise that Hunter would resort to threatening his girlfriends life. Dave hated it so much. He wanted out right away. He couldn't stand for Hunter's fake friendliness anymore. It was total bullshit. Tomorrow, he was going to tell Hunter to go shove it. He would take his chances with Christy and they would pull through. He was sure of it. He hopped out of the cab and paid the driver. As he walked up to his house, he thought of what he was going to say to Hunter tomorrow. He opened the door, and his plan flew out the window.

"Surprise!" Yelled the redhead sitting on his couch, as if waiting for him.

How could he compromise the life of such a beautiful thing. He couldn't. Christy meant too much to him and he was just going to have to tough it out with Hunter… for her.

"How are you Dave?"

"A lot better now."

(A/N) Argh! Sorry for Christy's miniscule part. I just couldn't fit her in earlier. Not to worry, she will have a bigger part in the next few chapters. Remember, my story isn't dead set fixed. I'm actually making most of it up as I go along. If you want someone in, tell me and I'll try my best to squeeze them in somewhere. Christy wasn't supposed to be part of the story, but someone asked me to put her in and I did. So if you think the story is missing something, tell me.