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Triple H smirked as he hefted the World Heavyweight championship belt over his left shoulder, his step a swagger - not unlike that of his soon-to-be father-in-law, Vince McMahon.
He felt damn good about himself, but then, he was The Game and *was* that damn good. He was the leader of Evolution, the best and most powerful faction to ever grace a WWE ring, and, quite simply, *he* was the best - period.
He smirked as he thought about all of his power in the company. He was, of course, engaged to Stephanie McMahon - being with the boss' daughter definitely had a lot of fringe benefits.
His smirk deepened as he looked to his left to see Torrie Wilson standing near him, back pressed against the wall, a shockingly almost shy expression on her face as she eyed him. She looked coy, coquettish, and he grinned deeply at the come-hither look she was giving him.
Boldly, the muscular, dark-blond man turned to face the diva, his face nearing hers. His grin widened even more at the thrill of being so risky. There weren't many eye witnesses, at least as far as fellow wrestlers went, but it was such a turn-on to be so brave when there was a chance of getting caught...
Triple H leaned in closer to the platinum blonde, inhaling the scent of her perfume, and then allowed his tongue to gently but firmly lick the base hollow of her throat. He grinned with satisfaction as Torrie let out a nearly inaudible gasp of pleasure at the touch. He relished in the power - not only the power he wielded in the company, but also that which he commanded over women. And damn it, Torrie Wilson wasn't the *only* diva who swooned over him...
The tall blonde woman's blue eyes opened slowly, a smile coming to her lips as she stared into his brown eyes.
"You're coming later, right?"
"Oh, bet on it," he replied in a low voice. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
Torrie licked her lips lasciviously, the anticipation nearly making her giddy. She always savored the feel of The Game's skin against her own. He was an unbelievable lover, and she hated Stephanie McMahon for having him full-time. And she didn't keep her dislike toward the brunette any secret from the man...
"Are you sure you're going to be able to get away?" the platinum blonde asked, arching an eyebrow as she studied his face.
"Don't worry about it," the burly man stated. "I've got everything under control - as always." The grin returned. Then, feeling bolder than ever, he again leaned in, this time capturing Torrie's lips with his own. A please groan escaped him as the diva's arms went around him, drawing him more tightly to her taut body.
Neither one of them realized they were being watched.
*
"Well, I'm ready to get the *hell* out of here..." Rob Van Dam muttered, still angry after what had happened earlier in the night. He looked around at the other three men with him, grateful that Chris Jericho was resourceful enough to think up their new plan. Tomorrow night, at the SmackDown taping, they would reveal it.
"Easy, man," Edge said in an attempt to appease his friend.
Christian, however, looked doubtful as the quartet made their way down the hall.
"How are we gonna take out Evolution? I mean-"
"Shh! What's the matter with you, Junior?" Jericho said in a loud whisper, blue eyes flashing at his friend. "Do you really want those assclowns to get a heads-up about our plan?"
"I don't see anyone around..."
RVD sighed, ignoring the two arguing men. At the moment, he had more important things on his mind. After all, they couldn't do anything until tomorrow.
"Hang on, I have to go meet Stacy."
He turned toward the nearby divas' locker room and knocked on the closed door, hearing voices from within. One of them belonged to the leggy blonde.
Edge arched a brow as he stood near the other man.
"They don't sound happy, do they?"
Instead of replying, Rob knocked lightly with the knuckles of his right hand.
"Stacy?"
The door opened a moment later, and the leggy blonde stepped out, a sad look on her face rather than the usually bright, sunny smile she always had for Van Dam. The two had been friends ever since the days of the Alliance.
"What's wrong?"
"Rob, me and some of the other girls were talking, and-"
"Stacy! *There* you are," a new male voice interrupted, and they all looked up to see Sean O'Haire rushing their way. Or, rather, the man was heading straight for *Stacy*.
"I really need to talk to you."
The tall blonde diva glanced from Sean to RVD, then back to the dark- haired man. She knew him well enough to know that whatever was up, it was urgent.
"Look, I'll catch up with you later - okay, Rob?"
RVD's eyes narrowed for a second before widening a bit. Was Stacy *really* going to ditch him for Sean O'Haire? Damn it, this night was shaping up to be one of his worst...
"Fine."
Giving him one last, somewhat sad look, the leggy blonde followed the tall, tattooed man down the hallway.
"Well, what the hell was *that* all about?" Y2J wondered aloud.