First of all, I'm pretty disappointed by the amount of reviews etc that this story has got. I'm pretty proud of this one and its been somewhat of my 'baby' but...you guys dont seem to like it too much. If theres anything I could do to improve, I'm willing to take this on board. I suppose all I can say is read and, hopefully, review.

"Absolutely not," I said, a lot more calmly than I had expected. My first reaction had been to jump back from the table, throw my chair over and scream, asking if they were all insane. Of course, I knew they were so that plan was inconsequential. I picked up my glass - well, the glass in front of me - filled it with orange juice, taking as much time as I possibly could for I could feel everyone's eyes on me now, raised it to my lips and took a long sip. "I would never lower myself to do that…" I said, hoping that I sounded refined and classy, like a lady being asked to do something vulgar.

I waited for someone to speak - I knew they would, their eyes were too wild, too eager for them to let this one pass. I could tell that each and everyone of them were, not so secretly, dying for me to do this. They had obviously talked it over, Dawn whipping them into this little frenzy. I looked to Trish for support, but she evaded my gaze, suddenly incredibly interested in the eggs she was ladling onto her breakfast plate. It was Torrie who spoke first, her voice like nails scratching a blackboard to my ears. I had never liked her - or her gangly friend - and her words meant very little to me, even at this moment in time. "But Lita," she said, twirling a stray strand of hair around her finger. Who did she think she was looking at? And that whole hair twiddling thing? It was fooling no one. Was she really trying to flirt with me because that's exactly what it seemed like and I was more than prepared to knock her the fuck out. "You'd be like…a crack!"

"A heroine," Stacy nodded enthusiastically, patting her friend's arm. For those two, to call a heroine a crack was simple blasé, it was the type of thing that happened on an every day basis and they honestly thought that no one should bat an eyelid. I was ready to punch the two girls already and breakfast had barely began - how on earth was I supposed to work with these two brain-dead bimbos?

"Torrie? Stacy?" Dawn called from her end of the table, waving a hand down at the two idiots. "I think it's best if you leave this one to me. I know her better…" And you don't run the risk of me stabbing you to death with my butter knife…Sometimes, I think I'm truly insane. I have such homicidal thoughts when I'm placed in the same room as certain people - Stacy, Torrie, Batista, Orton…And that thought brought me down with a bump, Orton and Batista. One half of the reason we were here. "I'm not saying you have to sleep with him - oh goodness no - but just seduce him. Use that natural feminine seduction and have him eating out of the palm of your hand. Be a real femme fatale. And then, when he's all weakened, you just plant a seed of doubt in his head. Are Evolution really the future of this business?"

She would have continued if I hadn't spoken up at this point. "Dawn, I am not seducing Eric Bischoff."

"But you're the only one with any potential," she said, waving her hand flightily. Oh thanks, it's not because I'm devastatingly beautiful or naturally seductive, it's because everyone else has a boyfriend. Thank you Dawn, you really do know how to make a woman feel good about herself. "Jackie and I are on Smackdown, those two would blow the plan in seconds and Trish is head over heels for Christian. You're our only option. Please?"

"No." This was one thing I would not let her wear me down on. Anything else, there was always a possibility, considering she was so damn persuasive, but not this. I would not allow myself to be worn down. To end up in a room, alone, with Eric Bischoff, his cold, clammy hands running up and down my arms and goodness only knew where else. I shuddered at the very thought, and it didn't go unnoticed.

"I know he's a bit of a leech, Li," Trish began as I felt a sudden blow to my chest. She was supposed to be on my side, to see things my way. Had she known about this plan all along, I wondered. "But Dawn's right, it could be the ultimate breakthrough. He would stop them from getting title shots - you know Orton's desperate for Rob's title and it's only a matter of time before Bischoff starts giving him shot after shot at it." I noticed that everyone's face fell at the thought - Hunter was already Heavyweight champion and it was rumoured that, at Armageddon, Batista and Ric would be going for the tag titles.

"I know but it's him, Tee. I can't stand him," I whined. "Anyone but Bischoff. Anyone."

I should have noticed it then, the glint in Dawn's eye. She was so damn manipulative and cunning. And she was whispering something in Kane's ear - I knew she was talking about me. But, I didn't see it. I couldn't see her plan.

Tuesday afternoon was my girlie day with Trish - we'd shop, maybe get our nails done and then have a night in with tons of junk food and a few weepy DVD's. Anything to make us feel feminine after our ass kicking the night before. Being that strong, being able to inflict so much damage on someone, it takes a bit of shine off your femininity and leaves you feeling full of testosterone, rather than oestrogen. And, regardless of the plans and rebellion, that Tuesday would be just like any other. Except, of course, that Dawn and Jackie would be tagging along too - I'd put a flat out ban on the gruesome twosome inviting themselves along, threatening them with a swift toe up the ass.

"So Charlie's not that big, but I wasn't complaining, you know?" Jackie continued her story, her hands indicating roughly how 'big' she had found her latest boyfriend to be. Charlie wouldn't last, they never did - especially when she gave us diagrams and indications of their dicks. "It felt so good to get laid after such a long time. Maybe you should try it Li?" I rolled my eyes in response - the girls were always trying to get me 'laid' as Jackie so charmingly put it, but really, I wasn't into one night stands and I was in no fit state for a relationship, either. Long distance relationships were hard - I had tried before and had ruled it out almost instantly - and I was left with only one option : date a guy on the roster. God, I had so many options : Jericho, Kane, Shane, Batista, Hunter, Rhino. 'I think I'll just stay single thanks' I'd reply when any of the girls brought the matter up but today, it seemed to be so hard to escape from.

We'd found one of those overly large shopping malls with everything from nail jewel wholesalers to cell phone repairs - the one benefit of these places is that there is always a fantastic food court and this one did not disappoint - and we had spent the past half hour in a small, family run Italian restaurant themed part of the court, eating out pastas and discussing Jackie, Dawn and Trish's love life - there was no love life to discuss on my count. "Maybe she's right…" Trish added in, helping herself to some of my pasta - see that's what I hate about you meat eaters; you eat all of your own and move onto ours, the non meaty ones. "It has been a long time…I mean, really Li. There's been no one since Matt, has there?"

"Jeff."

"Doesn't count," Dawn countered, grinning. "You slept with him the night you and Matt broke up - which I'm proud of you for." Trish and Jackie stared at her incredulously, but I'm used to this sorta thing - it would have surprised me more if she had been ashamed. "He breaks your heart, you screw his brother - it's the ultimate revenge."

"So since Jeff?" Jackie inquired. While I was friends with Dawn and Trish and understood that they were purely asking questions for my own good, I had a feeling that Jackie was just enjoying the gossip session.

"No."

"No one?" Even Trish seemed shocked by that. I don't understand why. Maybe it's a blonde thing that they need a cock a night? I shook my head, not saying a thing - it was best if I just kept my answers to one word in case I let slip about those dreams I had about Batista…

"OH MY GOD!" Dawn screamed and, if I have to admit it, I jumped. The girl has some lungs on her and one scream from her has me on edge for days.

"Its not that surprising, Dawn," Jackie replied and I had a sudden urge to rip her hair out - was she trying to say I was unattractive? Was I going to have to physically disfigure the bitch? "I mean, she's pretty quiet and hangs around with the gayest of the gay. Just look at Jericho…" Trish went into a hysterical coughing fit which sounded a lot like 'Rico'.

"No no no." Dawn dismissed her pretty quickly and I have to admit I was glad - Trish and I could get pretty protective over our friends, especially when people were falsely guessing their sexuality as a fan had found out when he had called Christian gay. "I've just had the most perfect idea ever!" The moment she said that, I knew I was doomed - she was gonna have me do something stupid or she was gunna embarrass me, she always did. "I just found a way to take down Evolution and keep little miss prissy knickers here happy."

Trish and Jackie were interested, you could practically hear their thinking heads switch on. I wasn't. I was always the victim in Trish and Dawn's schemes and it was getting a little monotonous.

"Instead of seducing Bischoff, she has to seduce Orton. It couldn't be too hard, even for her," Dawn tilted her head to one side and then to the other as she thought the plan through. I tried to protest but she spoke over me. "I mean, he's hot, he has an amazing body and I'm sure we can all say that that is NOT socks. Actually, maybe I wanna do this one myself…"

"You're on Smackdown, idiot. This is Amy's job," Trish giggled, clapping her hands.

And right then, I had to be excused to the bathroom.

Before I threw up.

Orton.

And me?

Don't think so.

Sure he has a nice body and he's a pretty good looking guy. And okay, so he's pretty…god, what's the proper etiquette to say a guy has a big dick?

But no.

He's not my type.

And I'm not his.

I don't think.