Forgot to mention that this story takes place before Evolution breaks up and they will not break up, makes for better drama (hint, hint)Thanks for all the reviews, so as a token of my unending gratitude, here's the next chapter….
Annalise could not believe it. She was actually backstage at a WWE house show. Her dream had come true. Chris Brennan had told her she could start as soon as possible, which meant the following week after their phone conversation. She was unsure weather to tell Chris about her pregnancy, but she felt that he had a right to know. Fortunately, Chris, Mr. McMahon, nor Eric Bischoff had a problem with her condition, and would work around it when the time came, which was a blessing. Annalise was awestruck by all of the superstars who were around her. Shawn Michaels, Ric Flair, all of theses great superstars that she had loved over the years, and the newer guys, like Shelton Benjamin, Chris Benoit, and Dave Batista. Annalise would be the first to admit it, she liked Batista, but who wouldn't. He had the dream physique, mysterious smile and looked damn fine in a suit. She couldn't wait to work with him.
Chris thought that starting out working at a house show would be perfect, she could learn her way around backstage, meet some of the wrestlers, and get used to her new position without all the added stress of being live. Her true test would come the following night at Raw.
Annalise was like a kid at Christmas. Her eyes were wide with excitement. She had finally made it to the big leagues. She was introduced to all of the Raw talent at the afternoon meeting, and the rest of the day was a blur. She was busy setting up the trainer's station, taping wrists and ankles, and stretching people out. Chris constantly asked her how she was and if she needed to take a break or something, but she didn't want to miss or forget anything about this night.
The event went smoothly, no major injuries or anything of that nature. Annalise was packing up the supplies and equipment when they heard a heated argument in the hall.
"What he hell did I tell you Dave, don't think. I would have been okay, but you thought that I needed you, and now I have a match against Chris Benoit." Triple H screamed at the top of his lungs. Annalise thought back to the main event. Triple H was in a singles match against Kane, and things were not looking good for the champion. Kane was about to give Triple H a tombstone pile driver, when Batista ran to the ring and slammed Kane in the back with a steel chair causing Triple H to be disqualified. As punishment, Triple H had to face Chris Benoit, who he had not beaten.
"You were about to get driven into the mat by Kane. I didn't see the ref turn around. I swear." Batista said, trying to plead his case, but he knew it wasn't going to work, and he was pissed.
"You thought that you were doing me a favor, by knocking Kane out with the chair, but look what happened. Just get out of my face." Triple H yelled as he, Randy Orton, and Ric Flair went to the locker room. Batista was fuming. How could Triple H think that he was that stupid to cause him to lose the match? He was so mad that he didn't realize that he had punched the wall, until he felt the throbbing pain, and saw the blood on his knuckles; just what he needed.
It was as if it happened in slow motion. Annalise watched as Hunter stormed to the locker room, Dave pace back and forth, and then before she could stop him, hit punched the wall. She wanted to help him, but she also didn't want to have her head chewed off. All the while Batista couldn't believe what he had done.
"Let me help you with that," a small voice said. Batista turned around and saw Annalise standing there with water, anti-bacterial cream and bandages. He was taken aback b her natural beauty, she wasn't like a Christy Hemme or Stacy Keibler, but she was gorgeous. Her gentle smile and warm gesture made him forget how much his hand actually hurt.
"Thanks, you're the new trainer aren't you?"
"Yeah, Annalise Howard," she said shaking his left hand, her smile melting his heart. "Dave Batista, I guess you want to know how this happened."
"No, I saw the whole thing. I just didn't think you would punch the wall." She thought that it would be a textbook wrap. Clean the area, apply cream, and wrap. Nothing would prepare her for what she saw.
"Oh good Lord, you're hand looks like you rubbed it against a cheese grater."
"That bad; huh." Batista noticed that Annalise didn't say anything. She had lost all the color in her face, and then she threw up all over his boots.
"Oh my, I am so sorry. I didn't know that was going to happen." She apologized, her face turning bright red.
"If you are going to get nauseous at the first sign of blood, aren't you in the wrong profession?"
"No, I've seen worse," Annalise said as she cleaned Batista's boots and wrapped his hands. "It's just that I'm not used to this whole morning sickness at night deal." The words seemed to flow out of her mouth without caution. Annalise prayed that he did not hear what she said, but those prayers were not answered.
"You're pregnant?" Batista asked.
"Yeah, two months along. Well, it was nice meeting you. I guess I'll see you around." Annalise said as see quickly walked down the hall and out of the arena. She didn't hear Batista calling after her. This was possibly the worst day of his life. The members of Evolution were mad at him, and possibly the woman of his dreams was involved with another man, and carrying his child.
"Just damn great," Batista said out loud as he went into the locker room to change.
Well, there you have it. It's a little longer, but I wanted to get the meeting between Batista and Anna out of the way. So, hit that little button, and again, no flames please.
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