For once it was nice to have the crowd on your side. Melina beamed up at Batista his colossal hand around her small one. She was about to do her entrance whenBatista held the ropes open for her. She looked up at him in shock before her face broke into a grin and went with out flashing the crowd.

On the huge screen, the camera panned to Charli and Christan. She was yanking him a few steps at a time while he shrieked:

"Idunwango," He pulled her back

"Quit being a wimp!" Charli snapped out.

"He's not going to Batista Bomb you!" Christian shook his head, yanking her back a few steps.

"I'll go out myself!" she threatened. Christian was suddenly aware of the unmistakable dull roar of five thousand plus people laughing, and of the camera men. Shit. How much had they seen? He hoped they hadn't seen Charli's attempted rape upon him.

Speaking of her... Where was she? It looked like she'd actually ditched him. Fuck! He took off quickly, practically racing after her. As he took her hand in his to slower her down, he lean over in (to him) as afar from intimate gesture. Of course the crowd to it for a marriage proposal as they let out a series of catcalls and wolf whistles. He never understood crowds, but then again unpredictability was all just a part of the world he loved.

"What the hell are you doing?" Charli hissed, her cheeks turning an attractive pink color. Attractive to him, anyway. He posed her on the ramp so she was close -too close- to him.

Christan didn't answer her, nipping at her ear instead. Heh, he was having fun flustering her as the crowd went crazy.

"Should I go in first or do you want to?" This was the whole (quite innocent) reason behind leaning over. It wasn't his fault the the crowd was a bunch pervs. Although, he was positive Charli wouldn't see it quite like that.

But she couldn't deny the crowd liked it. He did to. Anything that gave him an excuse to be close to her. Charli certainly was interesting. Very pretty in an innocent way, yet so... rough edged. Not his type, unfortunately. He was getting old. And he wanted a Barbie for a wife. Just something pretty to look at and maybe pop out a few kids... Oh he wasn't going to lie, he wanted (like any other person) love. He only ready logically concurred he wasn't going to find someone he could love, and love him back. He wanted that (more than he let on, he wanted that), but he resigned himself to getting the first gold-digger Barbie willing to get knocked up.

"I can," Charli as she slid into the ring promptly kicked off the apron by Melina. As she got back up, Melina tried to kick her again, But Charli grabbed her leg and pulled hard. She hauled herself into the ring, swiftly tripping Melina long enough for Charli to stand, before pulled her to her feet and Irish Whipping her into the corner and driving her forearm across her face. Unlike her previous match with Christian, she made it hurt. Charli grinned, picking up her friend and slamming her hard to the mat. Melina let out a little whimper. Charli could kick her ass and she knew it.

"Aw, you like the roster whore!" Christian never could keep his mouth shut. "That's cute!"

"Am not," Dave replied stiffly.
"Are too, all the signs are there! You're eyes haven't left her all match, you look like you wanna kill Charli every time she hits her, and when she's facing you your eyes are..." Christan cupped his hands about a foot away from his chest. "But, Dave, quit confusing horny with real feelings,"

"Your little shit!" Dave ground out, lunging at Christian Knocking him off the apron to the floor.

Charli's gaze flicked to Christan, concern flashing across her face. Melina took the chance to raise her leg up, catching Charli by the chin, leaving a nastier looking than it felt cut . Melina darted to Dave's out stretched hand tagging him in after letting out an extremely relived sigh.

"Get out," Dave snapped at Charli, She shook her head defianly. From what she saw. Christian was unjustly attacked. Now, knowing her partner, that was probably far from the truth. But no one was going to mess wth him while she was around. Dave shrugged

"Alright, your choice sweetheart," Dave put his hand on her shoulders, backing her up roughly until she hit the turnbuckle with such a force, she thought she hear something pop.

"Hey, don't touch her!" Christian heard himself snapping as he tagged himself in, feeling himself grow angry- no, furious- towards Batista as he guiltily noted the dazed expression on Charli's face. Why the hell did it make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside to know that she stood up from him?

"Make me," Dave taunted, flexing his muscles. So he was showing off a little -alright, a lot- for Melina. Not that he really needed to. Heh, call him conceited but Melina was falling all over himself around him. Shame he actually... liked her. It was also a shame that he couldn't even get a sentence with out sounding pervy. When he wasn't even trying to.

Dave sighed, whipping Christian into the ropes. Running at him. Christian ducked, elbowing Dace in the spine, a little smirk twisting across his features.

The rest of the match was close but Christian was dominating the match to his and his teamate's delight.

At one point after Dave got hurt and was rolling around in pain , he lounged against theropes, winking and blowing a kiss to Charli, who rolled her eyes and turned away, not before he caught the smile on her lips.

Apparently growing sick of Christian, Melina smacked Christian across the back with a chair while the ref was checking out Dave.

Like he got a cue , Dave shot uplike a rocket the second Christian hit the mat, The he proceeded to beat the hell out of him. There was no other word for it. The entire time he was doing so, Melina's face had guilt written all over it as well as a fairbit of pride that she helped him. It was nice to know someone wasn't above help. The looks the Charli were sending her were causing the suffocating guilt.

"Pin him, please just pin him," Charli murmured her whole face screwed up with worry.

Dave grabbed the ropes and pulled them up and down in signature gesture. When he turned back around Charli thre herself on his back and tripped him. He got right back up, like somekind of human tank, and shoved her to the mat.

Christian let out a little groan as something slammed against his chest, as well as a light touch caressed his chest. The faint smell of roses drifted to his nose. He wasn't getting Batista bombed... Who was his savior? He opened his eyes and a wave of dark curls caused him to shut them. He became more aware of his surroundings, and he risked getting mobbed by the curls and openned his eyes again. This time his eyes focused on a pair of smooth womanly legs, straddling him backwards. He tried to move, but he found the owner of those gorgeous legs weren't letting him.

"Move," Dave growled, glaring at Charli, trying to avoid her scared eyes. She shook her head violently. "Move, or I'll hurt you,"

"To get him, you have to go through me," she said, shuddering at how shrill and childlike her voice sounded.

"Fine," Dave lifted her up, power bombing her to the mat, watching worriedly as her eyes went from wide and scared toclamped shut in pain, to just shut.

Christian lunged at Batiosta slamming him down punching, hitting,as hard as he could, long after the ref told him to get off, long after the ref disqualified him.

He knelt by Charli's side, brushing a strand of hard away from her still face. Call him chauvinistic, but he should have been watching over her, so he could have made her get out of the ring.

"You couldn't have called your beast off?" Christian snarled at Melina as Charli was lifted on to a stretcher. She looked so peaceful, her features relaxed and pale. His eyes softened as he looked down to her and took her hand in his.

At Christian's words, Melina bristled, and the guilt almost vanished off her face.

"Well, if she just moved like any normal person would have-"

"Oh, so now this is HER fault!"

"I never said that! She's too- She just- Dave feels bad enough with out you-"

"So his feeling's got hurt. Boo-fucking-hoo. She could have..." Christian swallowed hard and jogged after the stretcher.