I don't want you, and i don't need you
Don't bother to resist or i'll beat you
It's not your fault that your always wrong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
It's all relative to the size of your steeple
You can't see the forests for the trees
and you can't smell your own shit on your knees

Hey you! What do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you! Are you trying to be mean?
If you live with ape's man, it's hard to be clean
There's no time to discriminate
hate every mother-f*cker that's in your way

Lita sat in the locker room of Evolution and stared at the monitor, showing Hunter embroiled in yet another dispute down at ringside, his scowl firmly in place as he waved off his ex wife's advances.

Stephanie had made short work in alerting Hunter to her willingness to please him in anyway possible if he would only jump ship and cross to her side. Obviously she hadn't been informed of 'how' and 'with whom' her former husband spent his nights.

Laughter rumbled inside her. 'What a joke.'

Although, she had to admit there was still a small part of her that wished Hunter would respond to Stephanie's blatant lustfilled looks and wandering hands. Sighing she silently thanked god it was only a small part, being as the greater part was what kept her moving in a straight line towards her end goal, that greater part was what pushed her to leave Hunter's bed night after night after night.

She shook her head and cursed, her nights spent in Hunter's room were getting ridiculous. A quick tumble to put a smile on his face and she was out of there, atleast thats how it had started out. Now he drew the night out, making it last as long as possible. His touch once rough had turned tender, his kiss breath taking, his tongue lavishing in each heated stroke against her flesh.

Then when his body was spent he would wrap her in his arm's and entangle her legs with his, whispering sweet words in her hair as his body gave in to sleep.

She had to decide on a next move, hadn't planned on the first one being so successful in such a short amount of time.

The locker room door opened and the youngest member of Evolution stepped in, shedding his jacket, letting it drop to the floor beside his bag.

"Hey."

"Hey." she smiled back flipping the monitor off as she rose to her feet, a few short strides bringing her to a stand still in front of him. 'Maybe... just maybe her next move had entered the locker room.'

The worms will live in every host
It's hard to pick which one they'll eat the most
The horrible people, the horrible people
It's as anatomic as the size of your steeple
Capitalism has made it this way
Old- fashioned fascism will take it away

Hey you! What do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you! Are you trying to be mean?
If you live with ape's man, it's hard to be clean
There's no time to discriminate
hate every mother-f*cker that's in your way

"I saw your match the other night..."

He didn't raise his head at her voice, he knew she was there, felt her approach, but he'd be feeling a lot more if he raised his head and saw in her eyes what her closeness was giving away. 'Alot more.' he stressed for his own benefit, thoughts of Hunter's fist connecting with Flair's lip floating through his mind.

"I was impressed... very impressed."

"Thanks." His tone was short and clipped but she didn't back off, instead she crouched down in front of him, forcing him to meet her gaze from where he sat on the bench and she smiled.

"Your gonna make it, you know... I can see it everytime you go out there. Your in-ring language exudes winner, triumph and the will to have that gold around your waist." She saw a light flicker in his eyes and knew he was drinking in every word that flowed from her mouth.

"You really think so?"

She nodded, her eyes remained locked with his, her smile innocent. "Makes me wonder why you agreed to be a part of a faction instead of going for the gold yourself, I mean you definitely got the mindset and the body to make it alone."

Randy smiled loving the praise.

'Oh yeah, she had him hook, line and sinker. This guy was just as vain off-camera as he was on.'

"To be honest I had planned on going it alone but Hunter talked me around, both him and Ric promising me a shot at the gold."

She stood then and turned away from him, pretending to be fussing with something in her bag, not wanting him to see the wicked gleam that had entered her eyes. "Both Hunter and Ric said that?"

"They reckon soon enough I'll be on my way."

"Soon enough," she repeated nonchalantly turning back to face him. "But in the meantime, while you wait for 'soon enough' to arrive... you protect Hunter from losing the gold instead... right?" Lita wanted to laugh at the shadow that darkened Randy's expression, knowing the seed had been planted. "But what do I know... I am just little ole me." She flicked her hair back like she'd seen Trish do more then a dozen times, zipping up her bag and lifting the strap over her shoulder. "If you ever want to talk, I'm here..." She ran her hand across his shoulders feeling his muscles ripple under her touch. "Us young one's need to stick together."

Lita smiled as she left the locker room, Randy's dark and rebellious expression imprinted on her mind.

The End