Disclaimer: I own nothing. If anything like this happens it is purely coincidential. Blah blah blah, I don't own nuthin!
Note: I'm not fussed about the order that superstars enter the Chamber, by the way. All I really care is that Batista's coming in there last.
Characters: Batista, HHH, Ric Flair, Randy Orton, many more.
Summary: At New Year's Revolution, in the Main Event, Batista makes a horrifying discovery.
Chapter 1 – A New Reality
The atmosphere was tense in San Juan, Puerto Rico on the eve of the ninth of January, 2005. All the other events had passed and the fans were eagerly anticipating the start of the 8 Man Elimination Chamber. The crowd had hushed, and sure enough the music of the first superstar, namely Chris "Y2J" Jericho hit the stadium, causing the crowd to shriek in happiness. He was a modern day Adonis after all.
"And making his way to the ring, Chris Jericho!" Lilian announcecd as he paraded into the ring, showing off for the fans. He looked confident, but the crowd doubted that he was. He was against 7 other contenders for the WWE Championship. No one would be confident. Not even HHH himself.
The next music to be heard was by Edge, and the crowd began buzzing angrily. Edge had major issues with the WWE Championship. Quite amazing really how the tide turns, in October the crowd loved him, now they hated his guts. He grinned at Jericho who smirked.
Next up was Chris Benoit, who stopped at the stage, glaring at Adam "Edge" Copeland. The enmity between them was tense. The Rabid Wolverine kept going however and kept his eyes locked on Edge, in case he tried anything.
The Legend Killer made his appearance next, causing the crowd to roar in delight. This man deserved the WWE Championship, he'd worked extremely hard for this, and he isn't even twenty years old yet! Randy got up on the turnbuckles and posed for the crowd, grinning, his face confident, but his mind a blur.
Evolution's music hit next and Batista and HHH walked out. Hunter Hearst Helmsley had a confident smirk on his face, but Batista's face was in concentration, locked on his apponents. Either one of these men could walk out the WWE Champion. Hell, even I could walk out the WWE Champion.
The Chamber lowered omnipotently and all the superstars looked up at it, its towering steel black posts making their hearts beat faster. All superstars entered, the Evolution members at one side, and the others scattered around.
Blood and gruel showed in the twenty horrifying minutes before two people were left. Randy Orton had been eliminated last, with three devastating DDTs by Triple H, in a row. Randy was knocked out cold and Hunter managed to gain the win. But now the tides had indeed turned. For his opponent at the moment wasn't Chris Benoit, Jericho or Edge.
It was Evolution's Man-Beast, Batista.
(OOC: The rest of this chapter will be in Batista's Point of View)
I stared into the eyes of my predecessor. We hadn't planned for this. Hunter obviously thought that I'd be eliminated by Orton myself. However I decided to go along with what Ric told me to do if this happened. I laid down. Ignoring the cries of the commentators, I let him cover me.
"Don't do it," he muttered in my ear, making my shoulder rise in shock. Standing up quickly I frowned at him. He then began to grin and laugh. I laughed with him, seeing that he was joking and that I should try again. I bent down to lie down again, before I felt a leather boot to my back and saw stars in front of my eyes as my head cracked against the steel, with an echoingly sickening thud, my arms lolling against the middle ropes.
"YOU DON'T THINK I'D GIVE UP THAT EASY, DO YOU?" He roared, laughing. I was dazed, this couldn't be happening. We were Evolution, a team. All for one and one for all, right? I felt Hunter grabbing the back of my neck, hearing the shock of the crowd, the intake of breath. I saw stars, I had hit the steel so hard I felt my head crack open, blood trickling down my forehead, my vision slightly obscured.
I saw his fist connect with my face, causing me to spit blood as it happened. I hit the mat with a thud. It was a knockout, but he wasn't stopping. Dragging me over to the ropes, he began to choke me. Shawn Michaels couldn't do anything now, as he had been knocked out ages ago by Hunter when in the match with Orton.
Orton, he thought… We were mates before this happened… But that scumbag HHH had to convince me… 'If anything happens, if Orton gains the title, you know what to do.'.
Triple H then covered me, my whole body numb with pain. The bell rang. HHH had done it. He was Champion again. The door opened, I heard its click, and I heard Ric's voice yelling angrily at Triple H. Good ol' Ric. He'd listen to me.
Or would he? I thought as he turned with Hunter and grinned evilly at me. He lifted me up, and I saw Hunter bouncing against the ropes, the gold belt in his hands. And then I knew what would happen. Gold met my face, and I blacked out completely.
…
"…Ladies and Gentlemen, I can't say I expected this…"
"…Batista's been knocked out cold… Triple H and Ric Flair took care of that…"
"… Perhaps this is the beginning of the Fall of Evolution, JR…"
The eyes of the Animal Batista snapped open, causing one of the people carrying the stretcher to gasp. JR and Jerry Lawler turned, seeing this.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I think Batista's just woken up…"
A deafening roar filled the stadium. No microphones were necessary. Batista had been had. It was that moment when he reached a shocking realization.
It's All About the Game.