Chapter 68:

Randy Orton sat in catering with an untouched cup of coffee cooling in front of him. The Legend Killer's eyes were glassy and unfocused, proving that while he sat there physically, mentally he was someplace else.

Tonight, Randy was taking the biggest risk he'd ever taken thus far. Not with his career, his health or his life as he knew it, but with his heart. Without risk, however, there can be no reward, so he was taking it. However, he was slightly apprehensive, knowing that should this blow up in his face, he'd most likely lose Haley forever. But, if it worked, and Eve was one hundred percent certain that it would, it would push Haley exactly where he wanted her to be, in his arms.

And there was guilt too; in knowing that Haley would be hurt through this process. And unfortunately, there was no way around that. In order for it to work, Haley's relationship with Dave Batista would come to an end, which he knew would devastate her at best. At worst, it could break her. Randy chose to believe that the latter wasn't possible. Haley was too strong for that.

Trying to override his guilt, Randy sat in catering, sipped his lukewarm coffee and hoped, prayed for the best.

(Legacy)

Hunter Helmsley had a bad feeling. He couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly was making him feel this way, but he was certain that something was about to go very wrong. Stephanie was in the bathroom of the hotel room, getting ready to settle in for the night, so he was sure she was fine. And he had called Haley earlier who had assured him that she was doing just great and was sitting on the couch beside Dwayne, waiting for RAW to start. Whatever differences they may have had in the past, Hunter knew Dwayne wouldn't let anything happen to Haley, so she was safe too.

Still, he had this uncomfortable pinch between his shoulder blades that persisted to his feelings that something just wasn't right. He had a real sense of foreboding and didn't much care for it. He tried to rationalize it as he flipped on the TV, scrolling the channels until he found USA and waited for Monday Night RAW to begin.

He'd narrowed it down to the simple fact that whatever it was would happen on the flagship show. And he suddenly wished, not for the first time, that he were back on the red brand, maybe then he'd feel better about the whole thing, like he could prevent whatever it was from happening.

Stephanie would have called him paranoid, but he was convinced it would happen, there was no stopping it now. He worried slightly for Shawn and Dave as the intro for RAW began for with Haley on injured leave, they were the only other two that he gave a damn about on that show. He wished he knew what it was and why it bothered him so much, but there were no answers to be had.

All he could do was sit and watch, and wait.

(Legacy)

Batista was oblivious of the plotting against him. As far as he was concerned, life was good. He was in love, happy with it, on his way back into the title scene and soon he would have a house in Massachusetts and his woman to share it with. He'd spent all day yesterday with Haley, perusing several properties for sale in the Boston suburb area and nothing yet had caught his eye. But, he had plenty of time and if worse came to worse, he could buy land and they could build their home from the ground up.

He'd only arrived at the arena from Boston an hour ago and he was still cheerful from the visit. Haley was on his mind and in his heart and that's exactly how he preferred things. Not even the thought of seeing Eve tonight could bring him down from the mood he was in.

Plus, they were a week away from Cyber Sunday, where he would meet JBL in a match to determine the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship at Cyber Sunday. Batista was confident he'd pick up the victory. It would not be the first time he'd taken out the brash and cocky Texan turned Wallstreet icon. In fact, several years ago, he'd made a career out of it on SmackDown, defeating him on a regular basis.

"Hey Dave!" Eve's voice was bright and cheery as she entered the locker room and placed a bottle of Gatorade in front of him. "Picked this up for you in catering."

He sent her a sidelong glance, before twisting the cap off, not noticing the seal was broken. "Thanks Eve." He said warily.

"No problem." She beamed, retreating several steps to maintain the illusion of innocence. "If you need anything else, just let me know."

He shrugged at her peculiar behavior but didn't dwell on it. He instead took a deep drink for the bottle of Gatorade…not tasting the chemicals it had been laced with.

(Legacy)

Haley pulled a soda out of the refrigerator for herself, humming a mindless tune under her breath as she did so. While she missed Dave already, it had been a pleasant visit and this coming weekend, they had planned for her to meet him on the road to visit with him and her friends while she was at it.

"Dwayne, you want a beer?" Her voice carried into the living room.

"Yes, please Haley baby, thanks!" He called back to her. "RAW's back from commercial and your pal Morrison's making his entrance."

Haley made a disgusted face and tucked a Heineken into her arm before heading back into the living room. "Gag me! That guy is so full of himself and wears way too much rhinestones and glitter."

"Well maybe someone will kick his candyass tonight." Dwayne suggested, thanking her again when she passed him the beer and retook her place beside him on the couch.

"Hopefully." Haley nodded, getting comfortable, just as the Miz sat with Michael Cole and King. "Great, and we get to listen to a moron on top of it."

Dwayne chuckled as the Miz's annoying nasally voice came through the television. "Just for you, when I get back there, I'll make it my personal crusade to lay the Smackdown on both their candy asses." He promised.

"That would be much appreciated." She told him with a laugh, just as new music cut through Morrison's theme. "Ooh, nevermind!" She squealed softly. "Randy's going to do it instead!"

He grinned at the screen. "This is going to be good!"

"God! I miss being there." Haley danced slightly in her seat. "Right in the thick of it. Sitting at home sucks right now."

"I know, Baby, but you'll be back sooner than you know it." He assured her.

"Still." She sighed. "I want to be there now." She said wistfully.

(Legacy)

Haley's precious little world is going to shatter tonight. Eve thought gleefully as she checked the time on her phone. I will have Dave eating out of the palm of my hand tonight, and she'll be left with nothing. Victory will finally be mine.

Satisfied that everything was running on schedule, Eve glanced back at the locker room door and smirked. Dave was still inside, warming up for his tag match that night with Shawn Michaels against Chris Jericho and Lance Cade. It would be another ten minutes until the aphrodisiac, Yohimbine that she had slipped into his drink would be in full effect.

The first stage was set. Dave had polished off that Gatorade before he'd even finished warming up. Now all she needed to do was make sure there was a camera crew ready at the opportune time. Randy would take care of the rest simply by making sure Haley was watching the rest of the show.

Twenty minutes and we'll both have exactly what we want. Randy can have his precious little Haley and Dave Batista will be all mine…finally! She tapped her foot impatiently while she watched Randy meticulously pick apart Morrison, before finally hitting the RKO.

Victory. She thought again, looking at her phone for the umpteenth time. Mine, in twenty minutes. Just twenty more minutes.

A/N: Eve's one desperate bitch ain't she? :) Drugging Batista of all things! And Randy helping her…tisk tisk, Mr. Orton!

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