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Randy Orton looked up at the melodious laughter of several women as he and the other members of Evolution stepped into the hotel bar. He thought he recognized the sound of the feminine voices, and, sure enough, he spotted Lita, Trish Stratus, Victoria and Dawn Marie seated at a booth just a few feet away.
"Ahh, isn't that a sight for sore eyes..." The statement came from Triple H, who gave Randy a playful punch on the arm - one that was actually a bit too painful to be playful. As the self-proclaimed Legend Killer rubbed at his tricep, he glanced at the leader of Evolution. Although the burly man was engaged to Stephanie McMahon, there seemed to be a hunger in his eyes as he stared at the four divas.
"C'mon, let's just sit over by the bar," Dave Batista suggested. He could see where the other man's intense concentration on the women was heading, and he wasn't interested in being a part of it. All he cared about was getting a few beers and then passing out in his hotel room.
At Triple H's left side, a knowing chuckle issued from Ric Flair. He too knew all about The Game's affairs, and they didn't bother him in the least. After all, it was Hunter's business, not his own.
"Woo, I'll drink to that," the Nature Boy exclaimed as he followed Batista to the bar. As Helmsley trotted off in the direction of the booth full of gorgeous divas, Randy lagged somewhat behind him, considering trying to pick one of them up himself.
"Well, well, well..." Triple H's sharp-featured face donned a smile that was actually more of a smirk as he neared the table, the four women all looking up at him simultaneously. He didn't give a single thought to his fiancee, or to Torrie Wilson, the woman he'd had plans with tonight, for that matter. Instead, all he could envision was getting each of these four beauties in the sack one-by-one - or perhaps two at a time.
Trish Stratus' expression noticibly changed, and the Game ignored the disappointed look that crossed her pretty features. Hell, if he wanted to, he could have her eating out of the palm of his hand five minutes from now - *literally*. He had unbelievable power in the WWE, and he knew how to use it to his advantage.
"Hello, ladies," he said, sounding strangely like Val Venis. "How are all of you tonight?" His beady amber eyes glanced from one of them to each of the others in turn.
"We're just fine, thank you," Victoria said. "Or at least we *were* a minute ago..." The dark-haired woman rolled her eyes, then turned her head away from him.
Dawn Marie giggled as she exchanged glances with Lita. In vast contrast with the brunette, the redhead didn't look one iota amused.
"Now, now, Vicki," Triple H said, "no need to get bitchy there."
The raven- and red-haired woman turned to again glare up at the World Heavyweight Champion. This man was so annoyingly smug, and annoying in general, thinking he could throw his weight around all the time and intimidate everyone. Well, it wouldn't work on *her*.
"Oh, you don't know the half of how bitchy I can get," she retorted. "Look, we're here to unwind after a hard night of work, so we'd appreciate you just going away."
From behind his leader, Randy glanced over the other man's shoulder, one eyebrow arched in amusement at the diva's spunk. It was impressive how Victoria was not in the least intimidated by Triple H. Most people would never have the nerve to stand up to him in that fashion.
"What did you just say to me?"
"You heard her..." This time, it was Trish who had spoken, the little blonde's face full of disdain as she looked up at the man. In her nearly four years in the company, she'd never been able to stand him. He was so cocky and full of himself. She'd never been able to understand what Stephanie - the woman she'd once despised but now considered a good friend - had ever seen in him.
"Stay out of this, blondie," Triple H snapped, waving her off with a wave of his hand. "I was talking to *her*..." His gaze instantly returned to Victoria, and he leaned over to glare directly into the dark-haired woman's face.
"Look... If you don't leave us alone, I'm going to call a bouncer," Lita put in. "We're not at an arena right now, Hunter, so you can't push us around here."
"Oh, can't I?" the Game growled, turning his gaze to the redhead.
A veil crossed over Lita's eyes as she looked into the man's face. He looked very angry, and about two seconds away from completely snapping, which made him dangerous. What if he tried to physically strike one of them?
Suddenly, Triple H forgot all about his anger. Instead, he focused on the diva who'd remained the most quiet - Dawn Marie.
"Hey, sweetheart, how about I buy you a drink? You can even sit with me by the bar..."
Dawn's dark eyes widened in surprise, and Randy wasn't sure they didn't also widen in horror.
"Um... No, thank you. I'm perfectly fine over here with my friends."
Dawn turned back as though to pick up on a conversation she'd been having with the other women before the interruption.
"You're not getting it, gorgeous - I'm not asking, I'm *telling* you to have a drink with me."
The brunette's face fell as she looked back up to meet the angry gaze of the burly World Champion.
"Well, sorry, but I'm not interested," Dawn replied.
Then, quick as a flash, and so abruptly that Randy himself was shocked by Hunter's actions, the leader of Evolution reached out and snatched Dawn Marie by the arm - actually yanking her up and out of her seat at the booth.
Suddenly, the bar was filled by the sounds of the diva's cries of pain as well as shouts and protests by the other three women. Mixing in were the shouted words issuing from Triple H as he demanded Dawn have a drink with him and not defy his wishes. Randy's head was nearly spinning as he finally snapped back to reality.
"Hunter! Hunter, let her go!"
Triple H glanced at him from over his shoulder.
"What?"
"Leave her alone!" Randy exclaimed. "Like it or not, you have to accept that she doesn't want to have a drink with you. You're hurting her - let her go!"
"Is there a problem here?" The voice belonged to a big, powerful- looking bouncer, who now stood before them, his arms crossed over his massive chest. Randy was impressed - the guy looked to be even slightly bigger than Batista.
Triple H smirked as he glanced from the bouncer to Randy and then Dawn Marie. Slowly and reluctantly, he released his hold on the brunette, who quickly rushed back to her friends, tears of pain now in her eyes as she rubbed at her arm. The other divas comforted her, leading her to return to her seat in the booth.
"No... no problem at all," Hunter replied, a devious glint in his eyes. He shifted his gaze to Orton, who actually found himself shuddering inside at that look. "I'm out of here..."
Randy watched, still in shock as his leader exited the bar. As he
made his way over to Ric and Dave, he failed to notice the way Dawn
Marie was staring after him.