"Well, it looks like we got ourselves a proposition."
"What do you mean?" Randy asked Dave as he sat across from him at the diner in their hotel.
"You didn't hear, where you been all morning?"
"I've been asleep," he said, taking a bite out of his food, "Why?"
"Oh, were you with a lady friend so you couldn't be bothered to wake up?"
Randy rolled his eyes behind his dark sunglasses. Every day it was always something having to do with girls. If he slept in late, it was because he was with a girl. If he wanted to go to sleep earlier than the other guys, it was because of a girl. The only girl he wanted around him right now was Trish and she wasn't anywhere to be found.
"Nope, just tired," he answered, "So are you going to answer my question or leave me in the dark?"
"Man, I can't believe that you haven't talk to Hunter or Flair today."
"Well, I haven't, so why don't you let me know what they said so I don't have to sit here looking like an idiot."
"Ok, now I KNOW you weren't with a chick last night," Dave said, "Because no way would you be this crabby if you got some last night."
"Oh, you got me," Randy said, chuckling humorlessly, "So please tell me before I have to leave you here."
"We may be getting a new member to Evolution."
"Great, just great," Randy said, trying to sound upbeat, "We're always looking for the best of the best."
"She is," Dave said ominously.
For a brief moment, Randy imagined that Trish was going to be joining Evolution. That would be the best possible scenario. He was rudely awakened by the fact that Trish made her hatred for Evolution very evident and didn't hesitate to mouth off about them at every possible moment. No, there was no way that it was Trish; that was just wishful thinking.
"Who's the lucky lady?" Randy asked.
"Molly Holly."
Randy closed his eyes for a moment. Molly had it out for Trish, it was just common knowledge around the locker room. She had had it out for her for a long time, something to do with Trish being pretty or something. It was stupid, if you asked Randy. Now, he could be potentially joining in with Trish's worst enemy. Could his luck get any worse?
"Molly huh?" he said, "What does she want with us?"
"Well, you know, we are the most powerful group on Raw, people should be begging at our feet to get in."
"Yeah, you're right," Randy said, "But she doesn't need us, I thought that she was fine on her own."
"Well, I don't know, we're going to have a little meeting later on at the show, discuss it. Evolution is nothing if not diplomatic," he said, then stood up, "We're meeting to leave at two, don't be late."
"I'm never late, tell Flair he shouldn't be late!" Randy called out.
He finished up his lunch and wiped his mouth on his napkin before setting a hundred dollar bill on the table, not even asking for the check. He was a naturally big tipper, no matter if the meal had cost less than ten bucks, it was cool, he had money to spare. As he was exiting the diner, Trish walked in, all alone and he smiled at her.
"Hi Trish."
Trish went to walk past him.
"You know, even at my rudest, I'd still say hi back," he called after her.
She turned to him, "I usually only say hello to people who are actually worthy of me talking to them."
"Isn't that a little elitist?" he countered.
"Hmm...considering that you have been nothing but an asshole to all my friends, I'm going to have to say no on that one, sorry," she said sarcastically.
"Look, don't presume to know what I'm all about."
"I don't presume anything, you've proven time and time again that you're no good, so stop talking to me. I don't know where you even got the idea I'd want to be talked to by you of all people."
Randy looked down and nodded. He needed to find someone else, because there was no way that he was going to get Trish. He had no chance whatsoever. He didn't know why he kept being drawn to her, but he was, and she wasn't leaving his head or his heart any time soon. But she had to, for his own sanity.
"Look, I was just trying to be nice. I wasn't trying to pull anything or whatever you think I was trying to do. I was just trying to be nice."
Trish rolled her eyes and sighed. He seemed genuine right now. Granted, she was sure he was a great actor, and he had put on some great acts in the past. She was starting to feel bad now for treating him so harshly. She wasn't a mean person by nature, and she didn't want to be mean to anyone, but if anyone deserved it; it was Randy.
"Fine, I'm sorry I was rude. Hello Randy, how are you?"
"I don't want you to say something you don't mean," he told her, and walked away.
Trish sighed and jogged after him, grabbing onto his arm, "Randy, really, I'm sorry, I didn't know you felt so strongly about it. I'll say hello next time."
"That's all I wanted," he said, ignoring the feelings her touch sent through him, "Bye."
"See ya," she said, walking back to the diner.
Randy smiled to himself as he walked away from her. It wasn't a date or love or romance, but it was a start. At least she had spoken to him without malice or malcontent in her voice. It was something different and appreciated, much better than the cold tone he had become accustomed to. It was at least some progress.
He found himself getting ready and then going to the limo that was waiting for him. The driver held open the door and he saw Dave and Hunter sitting on the far end, two scantily clad women between them. Who knew where they picked these women up? They were always just around. He sat on the near side with Ric, two more women sidling up to them.
"So Randy, did Dave let you know what's going down tonight?" Hunter asked.
"Yeah, I understand we may be getting a new member."
"Yeah, I think that it would be good for the group, what do you think?" Hunter said, asking for his opinion.
Randy really couldn't say what he was truly thinking. He didn't want Molly in their group, but anything he said in the negative, he would just be overrode by the other three. So he had to lie and pretend like he thought this was a good idea, even though he didn't. The things he went through boggled his mind sometimes.
"I think it's a great idea," Randy said, "Just great."
"I knew that you would be cool about it," Ric said, "Molly is the holder of the Women's title, so she'd fit right in. We're all champions in here."
"Yeah," Dave smirked, then kissed the girl's cheek next to him, "Definitely champions."
"And that's how we're going to stay, isn't it?" Hunter smirked, "If we have our way."
Randy just stared out the window the rest of the limo ride to the arena. He really didn't want to talk about it anymore. Just let things progress, he didn't really care at this point. Maybe he could talk to Trish again, maybe he could become her friend. He smiled at that thought. Friendship would be a definite start for something more, wasn't that how she had started with the last few guys she had been serious with?
"What are you thinking about hot stuff?" the girl next to him whispered into his ear, tugging at his earlobe lightly.
"Nothing," Randy said, irritated by her presence.
"Mmm, anything I can help you with, that's why I'm here," she told him, running her hand over his biceps.
"Nope, nothing at all."
"Live it up Randy," Ric said, "You only live once!"
"Yeah, he's right," Hunter nodded, slapping the half-exposed ass of the girl sitting atop his lap.
"See, your friends are all having fun," the girl told him, "Now do you want to have fun with me?"
"Not right now, I have a lot of things on my mind."
Thankfully, before Randy had to explain his actions to anyone else in the group, they pulled up to the arena. Randy was out of the car like a dart, hardly even waiting for the rest of them. They eventually caught up and went into their lavishly decorated dressing room for the evening. Randy plopped himself down on one of the chairs, thinking that this would let him sit alone and not with one of the girls they were with. Unfortunately, the girl who had been trying to seduce him earlier took her seat on his lap.
He listened to the other guys talking about their plans tonight, all while fending off the woman sitting on him. About a half hour later, a knock came to the door and Molly walked in, the title belt slung proudly off her shoulder. She smirked to the guys and then nodded in regards to her.
"Glad you could come Molly," Hunter said in a very business-like tone.
"Well, I was the one who wanted to meet you guys," she said smugly, "Of course I'd be here."
"Pull up a seat," Dave told her. She sat lightly on the edge of the couch.
"So you want to join Evolution," Ric said, "What makes you think you can join us?"
"You said you wanted Evolution to have all the belts on Raw," she started, "You've pretty much succeeded, except for one belt that eludes all of you. The Women's title, none of you can even win it, and here I am, the Women's champion. If you want all the belts with you guys, look no further."
"But why join us?" Hunter asked.
"Because I've been watching you guys, and you all stick together. Look, Trish has her little goonies, so does Victoria with Richards, and Jazz with Teddy Long. I don't have anyone watching my back. Now, I don't need help in the ring, but I could use a little protection every now and then, and I think you could offer me that."
"She brings up a good point," Dave said, "I mean, it's true, we do want all the belts, and we could use her to our advantage."
"Yeah," Hunter nodded, "We'd rule over every facet of Raw."
"Damn straight!" Ric yelled in his usual manner.
"Only one person is being quiet," Hunter said, "What do you have to say about all this Randy?"
"Who are you after specifically?" he asked her.
"That's simple, little Miss Trish Stratus. That blonde bimbo thinks that she's the best female wrestler around here and I want to knock her down a few pegs. I think she has it coming to her."
Randy nodded, icy fear shooting through his veins. If Molly joined them, they'd have to target Trish, there was no getting around that. Then he'd be put in a difficult place, having to choose between his friends and the woman that he liked. There was no way he could get out of this, not unscathed.
"I think you're in," Hunter said, looking around, "Any objections?"
The guys all shook their head, except for Randy, Dave looked at him, "Dude, Randy, we're going to need an answer over here."
"Yeah, sure, great," he said, going against every instinct in him.
Molly smiled, "You won't regret this."
Hunter smiled at her, sinister and cold, "I know we won't."
Molly left then and the guys all congratulated themselves for getting Molly to join with them. Randy tried to join in, but knew that in the long run, this was not good for him. It was either him or his team that he had to work for, that he had to think about. His team had never let him down; Evolution had always been there for him. He couldn't afford to go against them, not right now.
"I'll be back guys," Randy said, pushing the girl off his lap and leaving.
"You think he's going to go try and fuck Molly?" Dave asked when Randy left.
"He'd have better luck trying to rob Vince," Hunter laughed, "There's no way that girl is giving it up to him."
Randy walked around, hoping that he would just casually run into Trish. Anything just to see her. His prayers were answered shortly thereafter as he saw her laughing as she exited someone's locker room. He stood there a moment, just seeing her laugh, wishing that were him being so cordial and friendly with her.
"Yeah Chris, I'll talk to you guys later," she said, waving to them as she walked away. She stopped in her tracks as she saw Randy standing there, "Hello Randy."
Randy gave a small laugh thinking back to their prior conversation, "Hey Trish."
"See, I'm not being rude now am I?"
"No, not rude at all," he said quietly.
"I can be nice when I want to be, even to you Randy," she said, and he loved the way she said his name, even if it was laced with disgust.
"Thanks then."
"You're welcome, just don't go making me be nice to you all the time, I don't think I could stand it."
"Well, I wouldn't want that to happen," he smiled.
"Then I might have to go and change my opinion about you."
"And what would the change be?"
"From hate to moderate disgust," she told him, giving him a small smile, "And neither one of us needs that."
"Nope Trish, we don't."
"Bye Randy," she said, "See, I can say goodbye too."
"Good, I was hoping you had some manners that you didn't need to be reminded of."
She laughed and walked away. He was glad they were talking, even if she still hated him. Deep down in side, she knew that she couldn't him as much as she said she did. And that made him smile. The smile quickly changed as he saw Molly leaning against the wall down the hallway. Then he remembered.
He was going to have to destroy Trish.
"What do you mean?" Randy asked Dave as he sat across from him at the diner in their hotel.
"You didn't hear, where you been all morning?"
"I've been asleep," he said, taking a bite out of his food, "Why?"
"Oh, were you with a lady friend so you couldn't be bothered to wake up?"
Randy rolled his eyes behind his dark sunglasses. Every day it was always something having to do with girls. If he slept in late, it was because he was with a girl. If he wanted to go to sleep earlier than the other guys, it was because of a girl. The only girl he wanted around him right now was Trish and she wasn't anywhere to be found.
"Nope, just tired," he answered, "So are you going to answer my question or leave me in the dark?"
"Man, I can't believe that you haven't talk to Hunter or Flair today."
"Well, I haven't, so why don't you let me know what they said so I don't have to sit here looking like an idiot."
"Ok, now I KNOW you weren't with a chick last night," Dave said, "Because no way would you be this crabby if you got some last night."
"Oh, you got me," Randy said, chuckling humorlessly, "So please tell me before I have to leave you here."
"We may be getting a new member to Evolution."
"Great, just great," Randy said, trying to sound upbeat, "We're always looking for the best of the best."
"She is," Dave said ominously.
For a brief moment, Randy imagined that Trish was going to be joining Evolution. That would be the best possible scenario. He was rudely awakened by the fact that Trish made her hatred for Evolution very evident and didn't hesitate to mouth off about them at every possible moment. No, there was no way that it was Trish; that was just wishful thinking.
"Who's the lucky lady?" Randy asked.
"Molly Holly."
Randy closed his eyes for a moment. Molly had it out for Trish, it was just common knowledge around the locker room. She had had it out for her for a long time, something to do with Trish being pretty or something. It was stupid, if you asked Randy. Now, he could be potentially joining in with Trish's worst enemy. Could his luck get any worse?
"Molly huh?" he said, "What does she want with us?"
"Well, you know, we are the most powerful group on Raw, people should be begging at our feet to get in."
"Yeah, you're right," Randy said, "But she doesn't need us, I thought that she was fine on her own."
"Well, I don't know, we're going to have a little meeting later on at the show, discuss it. Evolution is nothing if not diplomatic," he said, then stood up, "We're meeting to leave at two, don't be late."
"I'm never late, tell Flair he shouldn't be late!" Randy called out.
He finished up his lunch and wiped his mouth on his napkin before setting a hundred dollar bill on the table, not even asking for the check. He was a naturally big tipper, no matter if the meal had cost less than ten bucks, it was cool, he had money to spare. As he was exiting the diner, Trish walked in, all alone and he smiled at her.
"Hi Trish."
Trish went to walk past him.
"You know, even at my rudest, I'd still say hi back," he called after her.
She turned to him, "I usually only say hello to people who are actually worthy of me talking to them."
"Isn't that a little elitist?" he countered.
"Hmm...considering that you have been nothing but an asshole to all my friends, I'm going to have to say no on that one, sorry," she said sarcastically.
"Look, don't presume to know what I'm all about."
"I don't presume anything, you've proven time and time again that you're no good, so stop talking to me. I don't know where you even got the idea I'd want to be talked to by you of all people."
Randy looked down and nodded. He needed to find someone else, because there was no way that he was going to get Trish. He had no chance whatsoever. He didn't know why he kept being drawn to her, but he was, and she wasn't leaving his head or his heart any time soon. But she had to, for his own sanity.
"Look, I was just trying to be nice. I wasn't trying to pull anything or whatever you think I was trying to do. I was just trying to be nice."
Trish rolled her eyes and sighed. He seemed genuine right now. Granted, she was sure he was a great actor, and he had put on some great acts in the past. She was starting to feel bad now for treating him so harshly. She wasn't a mean person by nature, and she didn't want to be mean to anyone, but if anyone deserved it; it was Randy.
"Fine, I'm sorry I was rude. Hello Randy, how are you?"
"I don't want you to say something you don't mean," he told her, and walked away.
Trish sighed and jogged after him, grabbing onto his arm, "Randy, really, I'm sorry, I didn't know you felt so strongly about it. I'll say hello next time."
"That's all I wanted," he said, ignoring the feelings her touch sent through him, "Bye."
"See ya," she said, walking back to the diner.
Randy smiled to himself as he walked away from her. It wasn't a date or love or romance, but it was a start. At least she had spoken to him without malice or malcontent in her voice. It was something different and appreciated, much better than the cold tone he had become accustomed to. It was at least some progress.
He found himself getting ready and then going to the limo that was waiting for him. The driver held open the door and he saw Dave and Hunter sitting on the far end, two scantily clad women between them. Who knew where they picked these women up? They were always just around. He sat on the near side with Ric, two more women sidling up to them.
"So Randy, did Dave let you know what's going down tonight?" Hunter asked.
"Yeah, I understand we may be getting a new member."
"Yeah, I think that it would be good for the group, what do you think?" Hunter said, asking for his opinion.
Randy really couldn't say what he was truly thinking. He didn't want Molly in their group, but anything he said in the negative, he would just be overrode by the other three. So he had to lie and pretend like he thought this was a good idea, even though he didn't. The things he went through boggled his mind sometimes.
"I think it's a great idea," Randy said, "Just great."
"I knew that you would be cool about it," Ric said, "Molly is the holder of the Women's title, so she'd fit right in. We're all champions in here."
"Yeah," Dave smirked, then kissed the girl's cheek next to him, "Definitely champions."
"And that's how we're going to stay, isn't it?" Hunter smirked, "If we have our way."
Randy just stared out the window the rest of the limo ride to the arena. He really didn't want to talk about it anymore. Just let things progress, he didn't really care at this point. Maybe he could talk to Trish again, maybe he could become her friend. He smiled at that thought. Friendship would be a definite start for something more, wasn't that how she had started with the last few guys she had been serious with?
"What are you thinking about hot stuff?" the girl next to him whispered into his ear, tugging at his earlobe lightly.
"Nothing," Randy said, irritated by her presence.
"Mmm, anything I can help you with, that's why I'm here," she told him, running her hand over his biceps.
"Nope, nothing at all."
"Live it up Randy," Ric said, "You only live once!"
"Yeah, he's right," Hunter nodded, slapping the half-exposed ass of the girl sitting atop his lap.
"See, your friends are all having fun," the girl told him, "Now do you want to have fun with me?"
"Not right now, I have a lot of things on my mind."
Thankfully, before Randy had to explain his actions to anyone else in the group, they pulled up to the arena. Randy was out of the car like a dart, hardly even waiting for the rest of them. They eventually caught up and went into their lavishly decorated dressing room for the evening. Randy plopped himself down on one of the chairs, thinking that this would let him sit alone and not with one of the girls they were with. Unfortunately, the girl who had been trying to seduce him earlier took her seat on his lap.
He listened to the other guys talking about their plans tonight, all while fending off the woman sitting on him. About a half hour later, a knock came to the door and Molly walked in, the title belt slung proudly off her shoulder. She smirked to the guys and then nodded in regards to her.
"Glad you could come Molly," Hunter said in a very business-like tone.
"Well, I was the one who wanted to meet you guys," she said smugly, "Of course I'd be here."
"Pull up a seat," Dave told her. She sat lightly on the edge of the couch.
"So you want to join Evolution," Ric said, "What makes you think you can join us?"
"You said you wanted Evolution to have all the belts on Raw," she started, "You've pretty much succeeded, except for one belt that eludes all of you. The Women's title, none of you can even win it, and here I am, the Women's champion. If you want all the belts with you guys, look no further."
"But why join us?" Hunter asked.
"Because I've been watching you guys, and you all stick together. Look, Trish has her little goonies, so does Victoria with Richards, and Jazz with Teddy Long. I don't have anyone watching my back. Now, I don't need help in the ring, but I could use a little protection every now and then, and I think you could offer me that."
"She brings up a good point," Dave said, "I mean, it's true, we do want all the belts, and we could use her to our advantage."
"Yeah," Hunter nodded, "We'd rule over every facet of Raw."
"Damn straight!" Ric yelled in his usual manner.
"Only one person is being quiet," Hunter said, "What do you have to say about all this Randy?"
"Who are you after specifically?" he asked her.
"That's simple, little Miss Trish Stratus. That blonde bimbo thinks that she's the best female wrestler around here and I want to knock her down a few pegs. I think she has it coming to her."
Randy nodded, icy fear shooting through his veins. If Molly joined them, they'd have to target Trish, there was no getting around that. Then he'd be put in a difficult place, having to choose between his friends and the woman that he liked. There was no way he could get out of this, not unscathed.
"I think you're in," Hunter said, looking around, "Any objections?"
The guys all shook their head, except for Randy, Dave looked at him, "Dude, Randy, we're going to need an answer over here."
"Yeah, sure, great," he said, going against every instinct in him.
Molly smiled, "You won't regret this."
Hunter smiled at her, sinister and cold, "I know we won't."
Molly left then and the guys all congratulated themselves for getting Molly to join with them. Randy tried to join in, but knew that in the long run, this was not good for him. It was either him or his team that he had to work for, that he had to think about. His team had never let him down; Evolution had always been there for him. He couldn't afford to go against them, not right now.
"I'll be back guys," Randy said, pushing the girl off his lap and leaving.
"You think he's going to go try and fuck Molly?" Dave asked when Randy left.
"He'd have better luck trying to rob Vince," Hunter laughed, "There's no way that girl is giving it up to him."
Randy walked around, hoping that he would just casually run into Trish. Anything just to see her. His prayers were answered shortly thereafter as he saw her laughing as she exited someone's locker room. He stood there a moment, just seeing her laugh, wishing that were him being so cordial and friendly with her.
"Yeah Chris, I'll talk to you guys later," she said, waving to them as she walked away. She stopped in her tracks as she saw Randy standing there, "Hello Randy."
Randy gave a small laugh thinking back to their prior conversation, "Hey Trish."
"See, I'm not being rude now am I?"
"No, not rude at all," he said quietly.
"I can be nice when I want to be, even to you Randy," she said, and he loved the way she said his name, even if it was laced with disgust.
"Thanks then."
"You're welcome, just don't go making me be nice to you all the time, I don't think I could stand it."
"Well, I wouldn't want that to happen," he smiled.
"Then I might have to go and change my opinion about you."
"And what would the change be?"
"From hate to moderate disgust," she told him, giving him a small smile, "And neither one of us needs that."
"Nope Trish, we don't."
"Bye Randy," she said, "See, I can say goodbye too."
"Good, I was hoping you had some manners that you didn't need to be reminded of."
She laughed and walked away. He was glad they were talking, even if she still hated him. Deep down in side, she knew that she couldn't him as much as she said she did. And that made him smile. The smile quickly changed as he saw Molly leaning against the wall down the hallway. Then he remembered.
He was going to have to destroy Trish.