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Lita wrung her hands nervously as she waited. Since she and Victoria had called a truce, they'd exchanged cell phone numbers and talked about a strategy. They would have to prepare themselves for dealing with the men of Evolution. And at the moment, as far as she could tell, Lita knew it wouldn't be an easy task.
At long last, she saw the dark-haired diva approaching. They were meeting up out here in the arena hallway to go together to their new faction's locker room. A stagehand had alerted Lita that Triple H had demanded their presence.
"Well, here I am," Victoria said as she sidled up to her. Her facial expression was one of strange neutrality, while she, on the other hand, couldn't hide how she truly felt. This was going to be hell.
Lita sighed and spoke in hushed tones to her.
"This honestly feels like a nightmare," she said. "It feels like I'm dreaming, and that I'll wake up to realize this isn't really happening."
The other woman eyed her with sympathy and understanding in turn. She didn't say anything more as they finally reached the door that had the gold "Evolution" plaque tacked up on it.
The two divas exchanged defeated glances, and the raven-haired woman did the honors and raised a hand to knock. She held her breath as they waited, and a moment later, the door was opened.
"Well, look at what we have here!" an amused-looking Ric Flair nearly sang as he stood in the doorway. He eyed each woman appreciatively and held the door wider for them to enter. "Aren't you two a sight for sore eyes! Whoo! Much nicer to look at than these guys."
Lita held her tongue and felt creeped out by the older man's words. The last thing she needed was a guy old enough to be her father hitting on her. Though she thought that might actually be somewhat favorable compared to being hit on by Triple H. That man completely repulsed her.
Victoria crossed her arms over her breasts as Batista was the next Evolution member to approach them. The Animal was basically just that as he actually sniffed her, then moved on to Lita, who was standing beside her. In fact, the redhead whirled around, the expression on her face displaying the answer she was feeling. And instead of getting offended by the gesture, the big man merely smiled and let his eyes leer up and down over her.
"Ladies..." They glanced over to the source of the voice to see Triple H, with Randy Orton just behind him. The Game clapped his hands together and went on. "... So good of you to join us. I take it Ric and Dave have been entertaining you?" He glanced meaningfully at the other two men.
Lita wrinkled her nose in disgust and instantly issued a reply.
"Not in the least."
For some reason, that remark caused Flair to burst into a fit of laughter. Batista, on the other hand, didn't look too pleased as he suddenly donned a sourpuss. Orton gave a smirk, seeming amused. Finally, Triple H did the same but chased that with a short laugh.
"Well, isn't that a shame?" he said, waving it off with his left hand. "But enough of that - we've got some plans for you two. We'll go over them right now... Shall we?"
The redhead exchanged glances with Victoria again, noting that this time, the bigger woman didn't appear happy. The Game put an arm around her as well, steering the diva over to the couch on the other side of the room. Victoria seemed to shudder a bit at the burly man's contact, her eyes trailing to his arm and hand that had touched her. She was relieved when they sat down and it was broken.
"You," the Evolution leader began," eyeing the raven-haired woman meaningfully, "are going to bring the Women's Championship into our little group."
This time, Victoria's eyebrows rose, the gesture not at all lost on Lita. If she didn't know any better, she believed the black-haired diva liked that idea. And why wouldn't she? If she were to get a title shot against Molly Holly and actually win, then she would be the new Women's Champion. She pursed her lips together, wondering for a moment why The Game hadn't considered her for this role. On the other hand, the redhead would much prefer getting a chance to win the gold all on her own - not because Evolution threw their weight around and kissed Eric Bischoff's ass.
"And as for you," Triple H continued, his finger pointing at the redhead as she sat with impatience, "we've got other plans for you."
Crossing her arms in a defensive manner, Lita had to fight against her natural instinct of rolling her eyes.
"I gathered that," she said dryly.
"Yeah... You're gonna team up with me in a mixed tag match - tonight."
The redhead frowned. Oh, this was just great... Being forced to join Evolution was bad enough, but she had to team up in a match with this loathsome creature as well? She glared at the World Champion, waiting for him to continue.
"We're gonna face Chris Jericho and that little slut Trish Stratus."
The high-flyer nearly did a double-taker. Had she heard him right? No... It couldn't be. She couldn't face Trish in such a match - not when they had finally buried the hatchet once and for all several months earlier and were finally friends!
"What?" she stammered.
Triple H smirked, enjoying seeing the redhead squirm. He knew she wouldn't be happy at his little bit of news.
"You," he said slowly, as though she were an idiot, and he pointed as well. "Me... Facing Jericho and Trish in a mixed tag - tonight." He noticed the woman's mouth opening to speak but didn't give her a chance. "And I suggest you get yourself ready right now, sweetheart - our match is in less than twenty minutes."
Lita gaped at him, swallowing hard. Her gaze went to Victoria, who merely shrugged but looked confused and maybe even sorry for her as well.
Without another word, the redhead rose, furious, and left the room.