To Be Saved
(2/?)
Written by: Jen
E-mail: hopefalls2003@yahoo.com Characters: Randy Orton, Victoria, Stacy Keibler, Austin, Goldberg, Dawn
Marie, Brock Lesnar, Dave Batista and Steiner
Rating:PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the WWE Divas or Superstars, if I did I would have fun playing around with their *real* lives, not writing fiction about it. LOL. Honestly, though, I'm just a fan having fun with my craft of writing. I hope that you enjoy. I have to give credit to Sarah, a girl who
came up with the basic idea and left it for Britney on her site, Double Reality. Brit allowed me the opportunity to write it and I gladly took it (
Notes: No roster split.

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"I don't know, man." Dave Batista began, running a hand over his thickly muscled neck before glancing over at Paul who sat across from him in the catering room. He slowly shoveled a forkful of potatoes into his mouth before placing the fork down on his plate with a soft clatter.

"What is there to not know? You obviously have feelings for her, right?" Paul inquired, slowly raising an eyebrow at his friend. He knew that Dave had feelings for her, but he knew the man would hide that truth, to save himself the embarrassment, and for the possibility that he may be rejected.

Dave nodded after a short reluctance, glancing around the room slowly, as if scouting out the dark-haired beauty. "Well, yeah, I have feelings for her." The large man spoke slowly, his eyes studying the man across the table.

"So why don't you tell her?" He asked Dave, slowly taking a sip of his tall glass of milk.

"You know why I don't tell her, man. I can't. This entire situation-" Dave stopped instantly, mid-sentence as he saw Lisa seat herself across the table from himself, beside Paul.

"Hey guys." Lisa offered both of them a smile, taking a piece of pineapple off of Paul's plate, and popping it into her mouth.

"Hey Hoover, that was mine." Paul spoke playfully, raising an eyebrow at her. She simply raised an eyebrow at her. It was then that she noticed the distraught look on Dave's face, almost like a deer caught in headlights. And, he was absolutely silent.

"Dave? Are you okay?" Lisa asked him carefully, biting down on her bottom lip.

"Who, me?" Dave spoke, blinking as though he was being brought back to reality. He nodded after a short moment. "Yeah, I'm fine." Dave rose to his feet, holding his plate of half-eaten food glancing at the two of them. "I've gotta go though, so, uh. I guess I'll see you both later?"

"Yeah man, we can catch up later." Paul nodded, his eyes following Dave as he left, his eyes moving back to Lisa as she spoke up.

"What was that all about?"

"What was what all about?" Paul asked her dumbly.

"Don't play stupid with me, Paul. It doesn't suit you." Lisa told him honestly, here eyes locking on Paul's. "What's going on with Dave? He never acts like. that."

"The guy's just going through some stuff, Lis. Nothing major." Paul shrugged nonchalantly, glancing over at his friend.

"If it's nothing major, you care to share?" Lisa asked, pulling her long dark locks into a ponytail.

"Hmmm." Paul rubbed the stubble on his chin, as though in deep thought before slowly shaking his head. "No, I don't. I already shared my food with you. Unwillingly at that. That's plenty for me."

Lisa crossed her arms over her chest before pouting at him. "You know. you're not very nice."

"I know. And I work very hard for that, thank you." Paul laughed at his female friend, shaking his head. She sure was a piece of work.

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Lisa squeezed her eyes shut, leaning her forehead against the glass of Paul's SUV. He had decided to drive her back to the hotel a little bit early, several of the stars of the WWE having gone to a get together at Adam Copeland's place, since they'd been in town. And to see him since he had been out of action for so long.

The problem was that they hadn't expected the traffic to be so bad. And, she had promised Randy that she would be back to the hotel by 11:30. And, as she glanced at the clock, she noted that it was already 11:58.

"Are you gonna talk to me, Lisa? Or are you going to pretend like everything is okay with you?" Paul's voice cut through the silence, bringing Lisa back to the there and now.

Lisa sighed softly, bringing her eyes to Paul's before his eyes went back to the road, concentrating on driving as he awaited an answer. They were only a mere five miles from the hotel now, and for that, Lisa was grateful. "Paul, there's really nothing to talk about." She let out a soft laugh. "I guess being on the road constantly is just running me down."

"I find that hard to believe." Paul told her, his tone flat. She should have known by now that he could read her, that he could tell when she was lying and when she was telling him the truth. In this case, he knew that she wasn't being honest. Slowly, Paul turned into the parking lot. "I'll walk you in."

"You don't have to do that." Lisa offered a small smile, kissing his cheek. "Randy's waiting, and I'm actually really tired. I'll just see you in the morning, alright?"

Paul sighed heavily. "Lis."

"Goodnight, Paul." And with that, Lisa's tall frame slipped out of the parked vehicle, and she made her way inside of the hotel, to the lobby. She stepped onto the elevator, her eyes closing for a short moment, leaning her head back against the wall.

What was she going to do?

She walked down the carpeted hallway once the elevator landed on the 10th floor, and she stood in front of the door to the hotel room she was sharing with Randy. And, exhaling shakily, she knocked on the door.

After a short moment, the door was pulled open. And she was face to face with Randy. Her eyes blinked shut, fighting to breathe normally, as her heart pounded harshly against her chest. She noticed the look of anger in his eyes, his balled up fists.

It was then that she realized just how serious of a situation she might have gotten herself into.