Chapter 59: Fight For It
"This means war," Lauren growled as they went after each other, showing no mercy.
After about a half-hour later, they stopped, finally deciding that Lauren was the winner. She plopped onto the bed, still damp from her unexpected shower. "All right, even though I had loads of fun whooping your sexy ass, I've gotta change and hit the gym." she said and looked for some workout clothes.
"I was actually gonna hit the arena if you'd rather do that," he told her taking out some clothes and changing into black sweat pants and a black wife beater.
"Actually that sounds like a good idea," she replied while pulling on a pink workout shirt and black sweat pants, while tying her hair up into a ponytail. They headed to the empty arena, with Lauren fighting whether or not to tell him about her match against Molly Holly and Trish.
"So I heard something interesting about next week's show," Batista started.
Oh shit! "What's that?" she asked nervously.
"I thought you'd know already," he replied. Lauren simply tried to keep quiet, making him look at her like she was crazy. "They sent an email to everybody talking about it, everyone's really excited."
"Really?" Lauren asked surprised.
"Oh yeah. I can't wait, it's going to be awesome!" Batista said enthusiastically.
Well, this is definitely not what I was expecting, she thought and smiled. Before she could go further and explain she was glad he supported her handicap match, he interrupted her.
"Yep, the good old UK. I can't wait to head up there to do the show," he sighed. Good thing Lauren stopped when she did.
"We're going to the UK? Next week?" she asked, starting to get excited about it herself.
"Yep. We leave Thursday afternoon to head up there. Pretty cool, huh?" he asked.
"Damn right it's cool! It'll be my first show out of the country! I can't wait!" she cheered and couldn't stop smiling.
"The only bad part is I have to fight that whining punk Christian for my title," Batista said not sounding too happy.
"Don't worry, you'll kick his sorry ass, just like you'll do it to HHH again at Backlash." Lauren assured him, taking his hand in hers.
Once they got to the arena, they stretched in the empty ring, ready to practice. Lauren practiced throwing punches, using the ropes to propel her for clotheslines, and even tried a few Moonsaults. Batista was practicing the same way, with leg drops, and thinking of ways to fight the Pedigree. After a few hours, they decided to call it a day and headed back to the hotel. "Hey, do you have any matches planned?" he asked as they walked in and put their gym bags on the floor. Lauren stopped in her tracks, wondering what she should say.
"Uh...I don't know yet. Probably not but I guess we'll have to see," she chuckled nervously and hurriedly jumped into the shower. Batista contemplated on doing the same thing she did to him, but decided against it. Who knows what she'd do to him in his sleep.
Once she was finished he stepped in, locking the door behind him and making sure there were towels inside. "You're so paranoid!" she called to him as she heard the door lock. Once she heard the water running, she slipped on a plain blue t-shirt and jeans with sneakers and plopped onto the couch to watch a movie. She put on Sin City, and watched until she heard the bathroom door open. Batista came into the room moments later fully dressed and sat next to her on the couch. Lauren sat up and cuddled to his side, wrapping her arms around his waist. Batista wrapped his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. "Are you worried about Backlash at all?" she asked him.
"Not really. Are you?" he replied looking down at her. She simply shrugged her shoulders and continued looking at the tv. "Don't be worried. We're both going to be champions by the end of that night, and we're going to have a major celebration afterwards," he smirked and kissed her on the cheek. Lauren smiled and kissed him sweetly on the lips, then turned back to the movie. Lauren fell asleep against Batista's side as he watched her admiringly. Maybe that won't be the only thing worth celebrating, he thought to himself as he carried her to the bed and held her close.
That Thursday the superstars flew up to Birmingham, England. Lauren could barely contain her excitement, since it would be her first match in a foreign place. Plus she had never done much traveling when she was younger and couldn't wait to see how the fans would react. The next few days until the show were mostly spent sightseeing and autograph sessions for the superstars. Luckily, Batista hadn't found out about Lauren's handicap match, and it was now Monday night.
After the fireworks went off, Batista and Vixen walked hand in hand down the ramp to the ring. The fans went crazy for him as he stopped and looked around the arena, his title on his shoulder. He jumped onto the apron and held the ropes as Vixen stepped through, clapping for her man as he showed off his championship. He quickly grabbed a mic and waited for the audience to quiet down a bit before speaking. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, a man who deserves your praise more than me tonight," he started smiling. "This man, has done the one thing, it took make me two years to do. He's a man that puts his life on the line for this business, and showed what he was made of last week. He was the man who in one night, beat HHH. I present to you, the one and only, JR!" The crowd cheered as JR made his way down to the ring, with a smile on his face. Both Batista and Vixen gave him a hug, as Vixen gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Needless to say, JR was very happy at this point. "JR, man you've been hiding some skills behind that announce table. In all the time I've been here in the WWE I've never seen a better announcer. You beat a 10 time world champion last night, how do you feel?" Batista asked.
Before JR could respond a pissed HHH appeared at the top of the ramp. "Cut the crap! What the hell do you think you're doing?" he demanded.
"Well H, we were celebrating JR's victory over you last week. Unless you forgot, then I have the perfect thing. I have the footage of last week. Let's take a look shall we? Roll the footage!" Batista called out as they saw JR pinning HHH to the mat and picking up the victory. Before HHH could say anything, Batista laughed and told them to roll it again. This sent HHH off the edge, as he stripped off his shirt and headed to the ring. JR and Vixen stepped back as Batista welcomed it and begged him to come on. As expected HHH back down and went back up the ramp.
"Come Backlash, your ass and that title is mine!" HHH boomed. Batista simply held up his title and shook his head, telling HHH would never have his title. HHH stormed backstage as JR and Vixen both held Batista's wrists into the air as the crowd went wild.
Batista was watching the monitor before his match came up, while Vixen was changing into her ring attire. Which was a cut black top that stopped above the belly button with a large silver 'V' on it, red ring shorts, fingerless gloves that reached the elbows, and black wrestling boots. "I'll be back in a little while. I'm uh...gonna go see Lita. Be back soon!" she said while rushing out the door to the curtain. Since she was gone already, Batista laid his attention back onto the monitor.
He raised a brow when he heard Trish's music come on. Batista listened carefully as Lillian announced the match. "The following contest is a Handicap Match scheduled for one fall. Making their way to the ring, Molly Holly and the current Women's Champion, Trish Stratus."
I wonder who they're fighting. Probably against Lita or Stacy, Batista thought. However that thought went down the drain when Vixen's music started to play. "What?" he yelled jumping from his seat on the couch. Vixen made her way down the ring, alone. Once she got into the ring, Batista's eyes widened even further.
"And making her way to the ring, the challenger, and the number one contender for the Women's Championship, Vixen!" Lillian stated and slipped out of the ring for the match to start. Batista had no choice but to sit down and clasp his hands together and watch the match. Trish decided to start off the match against Vixen. Both women locked up, as Trish flipped Vixen over her and started pulling on her hair. Vixen yelled in anger, while reaching behind her and grabbing Trish's wrist, throwing her over her shoulder. After doing a leg drop across her neck, Vixen went for the cover.
Trish kicked out at two, and gave Vixen a thumb to the eye. Vixen backed away trying to get her sight clear again, when she was clotheslined by Molly Holly who had tagged in. Molly Holly started beating Vixen with punches and slaps, when she pulled her to her feet and launched her into the ropes. However she was met by a clothesline from Vixen, and received a Moonsault. Vixen made the cover, and heard the referee count to three. She was so excited over her victory that she didn't even stop to think about how easy that match was.
A/N: Hello my loving and forgiving reviewers! lol. Wow, Rey is the World Heavyweight Champion! I'm so happy. But I'm not happy about what happened to the Undertaker on Friday. That's not cool! Oh well. I can't believe that this fic has been on this site for so long. 500 reviews everybody, and I couldn't be happier. I owe it to all of you guys supporting me and giving me such kind reviews. So thank you, from the bottom of my heart. :)