Chapter 29: Training or Horsing Around?

That morning Batista woke up to see Lauren bringing in two plates of eggs and sausage into the bedroom. "Breakfast!" she cheered happily as she sat next to him on the bed. Lauren noticed the raised brow on Batista's face as he took the offered plate from her. "I figured you should stay off your knee as much as possible. At least until we start training, okay?" Batista nodded in agreement as he ate his breakfast.

Once they were both finished, Batista limped to the bathroom to take shower, and Lauren changed into some suitable clothes for going down to the gym. She saw that Batista wasn't limping as badly as yesterday, which helped her feel a bit more relieved.

After getting dressed himself, both Batista and Lauren headed down to the gym. Luckily no one was there to disturb them, or laugh if Lauren messed up terribly. "Okay, now first we're just gonna stretch and get warmed up a little, okay?" Batista asked. Lauren just nodded happily and copied what he did. They spent at least twenty minutes of getting their bodies ready. "Now I think today, we're just going to see what you can do. That way we'll know how much you've improved over the next week or two. So let me just see how many push-ups, sit-ups, jumping jacks, and all that other stuff you can do." he told her as she started to get a little more focused.

First Lauren did jumping jacks, and got over a hundred before Batista asked her to stop. It didn't seem like she was going to quit anytime soon. Then she did sit-ups, and completed about 40. After that she did 30 push-ups, and took a quick break. "So how am I doing, coach?" she smirked while taking a swig of her water.

"Not bad. We'll see how good you are after a few more days. I think we'll do some weights next," he said and led her over to the dumbbells. He taught her some routines and told her how many she should do of each. It was about another hour and a half until they decided to call it a day. "Not bad, girl. Much better than I expected on your first day."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Lauren pouted playfully.

Batista just chuckled and wrapped an arm around her as they walked back up to their room. They didn't realize that a certain blonde-diva had been watching them from a distance.

"Pssh. That little weakling, how did she ever get Batista? I mean come on, she's pathetic!" Trish cursed quietly. "Oh well. It'll just take a little more convincing than I thought that I'm the better woman. And I know just how to do it," she smirked as she started her own workout.

Batista and Lauren continued their training throughout the rest of the week, with Batista becoming more impressed with her progress and strength. Batista was holding the punching bag while Lauren punched at it furiously. Lauren couldn't help but notice Batista watching her with a hot look in his eyes. "Something wrong?" she asked sweetly as she ceased her punches.

"Didn't know you had this much fight in you," he smirked back as he walked around from behind and crossed his arms over his chest.

Lauren simply mimicked him as he just rolled his eyes. "So when do you plan on showing me some actual moves?" she asked him.

"We'll start that after tomorrow night's show, okay?" Batista told her wrapping an arm around her. Lauren simply nodded as they started walking out of the gym. At least until they saw Trish Stratus walk through the entrance of the gym.

"Oh! Hi you two! I was just getting ready to practice some of my moves. Now, I don't mean to be a 'nosey person', but weren't you training to be a wrestler, Lauren?" Trish asked all too nicely. Before either of them could even respond, Trish took Lauren's hand in hers. "Could you help me practice, please? I could show you some moves and stuff, okay?" she cheered. Lauren was practically being dragged by Trish to a practice mat in the middle of the room.

"Maybe another time, Trish." Batista said taking Lauren's other hand and stopping them both.

"Oh come on, Batista! I'm sure she can handle it. Can't you, Vixen?" Trish asked with a different look in her eyes.

"I...I guess so," Lauren replied a little unsure. Trish yanked Lauren out of Batista's grasp as they stood in the middle of the mat.

"Ready?" Lauren was cut off by Trish clotheslining her right to the mat. Trish kept going on with the onslaught until Batista decided to intervene.

Trish was about the punch Lauren in the face, when Batista caught her fist. "That's enough Trish!" he boomed. Trish looked frightened back into the Animal's eyes as he let go of her wrist.

"Sor–sorry about that guys. I just got a little carried away, that's all!" Trish chuckled, trying to seem innocent.

"Carried away? Trish you know she's not a wrestler, and you–I'm taking her upstairs." Batista growled angrily as he lifted Lauren into his arms and carried her out of the room.

Trish's frightened face faded as Batista left with his pitiful excuse for a woman. Now we see where it goes from here. She continued her own workout as more plans formed in her head.

Meanwhile, Batista got Lauren into the room and set her down on the couch. "Don't worry, I'll fix you up in a sec," he told her. He was about to clean the tiny cut on her forehead, when Lauren's hand stopped him.

"No." she said. Batista looked at her confused as she slowly looked angrily into his eyes. "I don't need to be babied because of that–thing down there." she growled intensely. "I'm going to learn how to wrestle, I'm going to beat her, I'm going to show her that I can fight, and most importantly I'm going to take that championship from her." Batista could tell that she was very upset and embarrassed by what had happened in the gym.

"I know you will," Batista stated with a smirk on his face as Lauren returned it. "We're going to teach her that I'm not the one she needs to be afraid of when she decides to mess with you."

"Damn straight," Lauren chuckled lightly. She cleaned and bandaged her own tiny cuts and talked about the show tomorrow. "It's going to be one hell of a match: Chris Benoit vs. HHH. It is going to be sweet!" Lauren cheered, feeling better about the whole 'Trish' issue.

"It sure is. But knowing him, he'll find some way to either weasel out of it of have Ric do all his dirty work for him," Batista replied. Lauren nodded in agreement as she stood up and stretched. Batista just laid back against the couch lazily and watched her. "You know, you were really hot down there." he told her.

Lauren turned around with her eyes catching on to his comment. "Oh was I? What was your favorite part?" she asked him as she walked over to him.

"When you were using the punching bag. The look in your eyes was so...whew!" he stated wiping his brow. Lauren just chuckled and straddled herself on his lap. Batista wrapped his arms around her waist, while she held her fists up in front of him. She took fake swings at him as he pretended to be hit. "Oh! Ow! Ouch! Oh, my jaw!" he called out playfully. Lauren busted out into laughter as she laid the top of her head into his chest. Batista placed his chin on top her head and rubbed her back. Lauren eased her arms up and wrapped them around his neck. Without warning, Batista cupped her chin and brought her lips to his, as they kissed each other for what seemed like forever. Once they were out of breath, they both pulled back.

"It's not fair," Lauren whined laying against Batista's chest again.

"What isn't?" Batista asked as he chuckled at her whining.

"That God made us have to need oxygen. Otherwise, this could go on for quite a while," Lauren continued whining.

Batista simply busted out laughing at her comment. "You are a strange little woman," he told her.

"Well you're stuck with me, just as I'm stuck with you." Lauren stated proudly and kissed him again. "But then again," Lauren started. "We're not married or anything, and there are some hot wrestlers on RAW."

Batista knew what she was up to, but it still got to him. So without hesitation he lifted her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He plopped her down onto the bed and straddled over her body. "You're not going anywhere," he said with a sexy tone.

"Oh really?" Lauren chuckled in reply. Batista captured her lips in a hot kiss as he stroked her bare midriff gently.

"But then again you do have a point," he said in the tone she had used before. "We're not married, and there are some hot divas, like Christy Hemme or–" but he was cut off by Lauren flipping him over and trading their positions.

"Well then, I'll just leave you to your little fantasies about Christy while I go find another man who actually appreciates me," Lauren pouted and started getting off the bed.

"Oh no you don't!" Batista said and took her by the wrist to bring her back on top of him. "I'm not letting you go."

"But I thought you wanted Christy!" Lauren said in a childish tone. Batista simply rolled on top of her again, only to gaze into her eyes.

"You're the only woman I'll ever want. Got it?" he asked raising a brow. Lauren simply mocked a salute as they started kissing again. After a while, they simply laid there, holding each other. But curiosity got the better of Batista. "So who do you think is hot?" he asked. Lauren simply rolled her eyes and pretended to go to sleep. It didn't work since he started tickling her mercilessly. "Care to answer my question?" he asked.

"Okay! Okay! Stop!" she begged. Batista gave in and stopped, only to have her slip out of his grasp and run into the bathroom, while locking the door. "Never mind! I forgot!" she giggled and turned on the shower.

Batista banged on the door. "Lauren!" he called out. Lauren just sang loudly in the shower, trying her best to ignore him. Batista just shook his head and decided to watch some TV. She'll have to come out sooner or later, he smirked while flipping through the channels.

A/N: Hey everybody! Well this is the last chapter where you get to guess the superstar of my next fic (if you even care anymore, lol). Thank you all for the lovely reviews. So what do you think Trish is planning? I could tell you, but I wont, hehe. Well please review and give me some feedback.

P.S.-My next story is not another Batista or Undertaker story. This will probably be my only Batista story, and I have and Undertaker story coming up, hopefully soon, but it's not the one I plan on posting next. K? Okay. 'Til next time :)