A/N: This is how desperate I am. (I have no idea if any of what I've written actually happened in the match. I try not to relive any matches where Cody is forced to be in the same ring with either Cena or Batista.)

Cena and Batista? They aren't a team.

The words that Cody Rhodes had spoken earlier in the night were ringing through Dave's head as he stood face to face with the very man inside the ring. Everything about the arrogant young Superstar in front of him was starting to bother him. His dark hair, his stupid blue trunks, even the Triforce logo on his boots was getting on Dave's nerves. He wanted nothing more than to really show the cockiest tag team since John Morrison and the Miz just how much of a team he could be with John Cena.

Little did Dave know, the young and inexperienced men were right.

Cena was in the middle of the ring with a headlock on Ted DiBiase. He dragged the son of the Million Dollar Man back into his corner. Dave's confidence got the better of him. He knew that he had to be the one to retain the titles for his team. He had a match against John Cena in two weeks at Summerslam, and he wanted to intimidate his future opponent. He wanted John to fear him. He wanted to be Superman's kryptonite.

He blind tagged himself in, much to John's dislike. "What the hell, man?" John asked before being the rule follower that he was and taking his place on the apron, tightly gripping the rope.

But John Cena wasn't stupid. He knew what Dave was trying to do, so he returned the favor, causing Dave to get just a little enraged.

Dave refused to exit the ring. He pushed Cena hard in the chest. "What the fuck?"

"I'm just doing what you did," Cena replied, starting to head for the fallen Ted in the ring.

"I'm trying to win. I was trying to save your ass. I didn't need to be saved."

"Doesn't seem like that to me. Look, we're going to lose our titles if you don't get your ass out on that apron!" John yelled, pointing to the turnbuckle next to him.

"I'm the legal man, Cena."

"Not since I tagged in, you aren't."

Their argument was abruptly ended when both men were assaulted at the same time. Cody had tackled Dave, sending both of them out of the ring. Ted flipped John over, rolling him up and scoring the quick three count, earning their World Tag Team Championship back.

The two young men smartly grabbed their title belts and scurried away to the back, leaving John Cena and Dave Batista alone together to, for lack of better terms, settle their differences. Both men stood in the ring together, face to face, glaring at one another. Their looks were so intense that it seemed that lasers would soon be shooting from their eyes.

Faster than anyone could tell who started it, both men were at each other's throats, attempting to beat each other senseless.

Recovering from the scuttle in the ring, Dave held an ice pack over his sore knee. He was thinking about how intricately he was going to decimate John Cena at Summerslam. He had cost them the titles. That was something that was not easily forgettable in the WWE.

The knock on the door pulled him out of his trance, and probably for the best before he started delicately planning the epic murder of John Cena.

"Candice? What's up, girl?" he said, allowing the Diva to enter his locker room.

She looked stressed, more stressed than Dave had ever seen her. "Remember how you said you'd always have my back? How you'd always look after me and make sure that no one would mess with me?"

"Yeah," Dave said, half-heartedly. Now was not the time when he really wanted to help out his good friend. He, as well, was stressed and had an important match to concentrate on.

"I'm…The new girl. She doesn't like me, and I'm afraid of what she's going to do to me," Candice whimpered.

"Last I heard, you and Mickie took care of her," Dave said, leaning against the wall and adjusting the ice pack.

"Well…we did, but she's friends with Beth Phoenix. Good friends. Look, Dave, I just want some extra backup, you know?"

Dave nodded. Even though he was currently in a high profile fight with one of his own friends, or someone who used to be a friend, he couldn't ignore Candice. She was a sweet woman who would (usually) never hurt a fly. This new girl must really be bothering her.

"Okay, Candice. Let's go."


"You haven't even talked to her yet, Dave!" Candice whined, stomping her feet.

"I am not hitting a girl," Dave said, seeing Danielle for the first time.

"You can't even just…talk to her? Ask her what her deal is?"

"I heard you slapped her. I'm pretty sure she isn't going to want to talk to you, let alone me. Now can I please go and rest my knee?"

Candice pouted, causing Dave to melt with weakness.


He marched up to the new Diva who was sitting with Beth Phoenix and Katie Lea Burchill.

"What the hell do you want?" Beth asked, seeing the Animal approach them.

"To talk to her," he replied, pointing at Danielle.

"I have a name, you know," she retorted. "Didn't your mother ever teach you that pointing is rude?"

"Didn't your mother ever teach you that it's rude to be a bitch?" Dave retorted, but he instantly found out that was a mistake.

Danielle stood up, shooting daggers at the much larger man. "I don't care what kind of man you think you are around here, but I do not and will not answer to you. I don't know what idea your little dick whipped bitch over there," she nodded in the back to Candice, "had in mind, but I surely will not be going along with it."

Beth and Katie observed the scene before them with dropped jaws. They didn't know Danielle for that long, but they didn't expect anyone to speak to Dave like that.

"It's no wonder you hang out with these two," Dave grumbled.

"So that's the best you got?"

"No, I can do you one better."

"Try me."

Dave did nothing. The two both leaned over the table, staring at one another, their noses almost touching. Dave looked like murder, and Danielle had an evil grin on her face.

"I'm waiting," she said, pulling back. Yet, Dave still did nothing. "So, you're all talk. Good to know."