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EVOLUTIONARY CHOICE
PART ONE:

"Come on, Eric, Evolution's fine as is!"

Eric Bischoff vehemently shook his head, making sure to keep his distance with the large man before him. He knew that his temper was for real, and if he wasn't happy, which he didn't seem to be, there could, and probably would be hell to pay. "Look, champ, I know you don't see my side of this right now, and you're probably pretty pissed that I'm telling you what to do…"

"Pretty pissed?" The man scoffed, loudly, as he rose from his seat and started pacing the length of the office. "Yeah, Bischoff, you could say that. I'm pretty pissed. I'm pretty damn pissed! I'm The Game, I'm the World Heavyweight Champion, I'm the leader of Evolution. No one else but me is all of those things. I know what's best for my career and I know what's best for Evolution's as well. And we do not need some stupid annoying woman following us around everywhere we go."

"Champ, she won't be a 'stupid, annoying woman', I promise you that," Eric tried to reason as calmly as possible. "In fact, if you want, Hunter, you can choose whichever woman who want. She can be from either Raw or Smackdown!. Make sure she matches up to your criteria, or whatever else, and then she's yours. Well, Evolution's."

Hunter Hearst Helmsley groaned loudly, making sure Bischoff knew how much he disliked the idea of a woman joining Evolution. Why would the most dominant faction in wrestling history need a lowly woman to follow them around like a lost puppy dog? He got enough of that with Stephanie at home. Sighing, he finally relented. "Fine, but I'm only agreeing to this because starting a fight over this wouldn't be worth my time. You just better warn this chick that if she gets in my way, there'll be hell to pay. And she better keep her skanky ass away from my men – all of them. I don't need them getting distracted at the height of Evolution's greatness."

"Not a problem, champ."

"And", he added, "I will be choosing this broad. I'll talk to Ric and we'll get back to you soon."

Eric nodded and shook the World Heavyweight Champion's hand, then waited until Hunter had left until he heaved a heavy sigh of relief. He had feared for his life when he'd called The Game down to his office for a talk – the champ had never been one for taking orders – but Eric knew, just knew, that his idea was a good one. A woman in Evolution would be just what they needed. He knew Triple H didn't see it at the moment, but he would eventually. At least, he hoped so.

EVOLUTION'S LOCKER ROOM
"Who the fuck does Bischoff think he is! Since when does he actually act like the boss around here and tell me, of all fucking people, what to do?"

Ric Flair shrugged from his seat as he watched Hunter pace around the locker room, occasionally punching whatever was in front of him, the most recent being the bathroom door, which now sported a pretty large sized hole from Hunter's fist. "Champ, you're going to have to calm down for a little while before you tear apart this whole locker room."

"I'll tear the whole damn arena apart. See if Bischoff likes having to pay for all of that," Hunter growled lowly, reaching out to punch another wall, but stopped himself and took the seat beside Ric on the couch. "I can't believe he thinks he can tell me what to do. Me, The Game. No one tells me what to do. And of all things, he tells me we need a woman in Evolution. A woman? When the hell did he get dropped on his head?"

"Okay, champ, calm down and tell me exactly what he said."

Hunter growled again, but complied with Flair's request. "Fine," he began slowly. "He called me into his office to 'talk'. He said that he felt that there was something missing from Evolution. Then he said that something was some estrogen, and he told me that he'd decided that the top group in the WWE needed a woman. 'Oh, Game, you'll appeal to more male fans that way'," he mocked Eric, rolling his eyes as he did so. "Male fans already respect us; we don't need some stupid chick to distract us from our goals."

"What about some stupid chick?" Hunter and Ric looked up, seeing Randy Orton and Dave Batista standing in the doorway, both wearing confused faces. The man who had spoken, Batista, stepped into the room first, followed by Randy, who shut the door behind him.

"Bischoff thinks Evolution needs a Diva."

"Well, well," Randy began, a sly smile coming to his lips. He quickly wiped it off when Hunter shot him a smug look. "I mean, that's dumb."

"And," Hunter continued, shaking his head at Orton. "He says that we can choose whoever we want. I told him to just make sure whomever it is stays out of our way and keeps in line. She better not make Evolution look bad."

"Did you choose anyone yet?" Randy questioned, careful not to lock eyes with Hunter. He instead glanced over at Dave, and raised an interested eyebrow.

"Not yet," Ric explained.

"I still can't get over Bischoff. Who in the hell does he think he is?"

Sighing, Ric stood, pulling Hunter up with him. "Come on, men, let's go get some food while we decide which lucky broad gets the privilege of joining us."

One by one, Evolution exited the locker room, led by Ric, and Hunter, who was still groaning and grumbling over being told what to do.

"Why don't we ask someone like Stacy Keibler?" Dave suggested, tapping Hunter on the shoulder. "She's valeted enough to where she knows how to stay out of the way. We probably wouldn't even know she's there."

"No," Hunter shot the idea down. "She's too fragile – we'd have to protect her constantly to uphold Evolution's good name. No, Keibler's out."

"What about Victoria?" Ric questioned, running a hand through his white hair. "She's tough… we definitely wouldn't have to protect her."

"Yeah, but she's a freaking psychopath," Hunter pointed out, shaking his head again. "She's out too."

Silence fell among the group as they all started to think heavily about who they could choose. "What about that Maria girl?" Randy offered, rushing to finish his thought before Hunter cut him off. "I know she's weak, but no one cares enough about her to worry about her well being. If she gets hurt, she gets hurt. Not like Stacy, who's this company's angel."

"No," Hunter shot another choice down.

"Why not?" Ric asked. "Orton's right – no one here gives a damn about her."

"Because," Hunter stated simply. "The girl is dumber than a box of rocks. She would be in our way constantly. She can't take orders, and she can't wrestle. No way."

The four men rounded the corner, on their way to the cafeteria, when suddenly Hunter stopped. Ric, Randy, and Dave stopped suddenly; their eyes focused on their leader. When no one said anything for a few moments, Randy chose to speak. "Hey, man…"

Hunter shushed the youngest Evolution member with a wave of his hand. He continued looking forward, his eyes locked on something just a few feet ahead. Everyone else followed his gaze, all of them watching the heated argument that was occurring just ahead.

"You are the biggest son of a bitch I've ever met! I can't believe I wasted my time on you! Go fuck another bimbo, why don't you?"

All of Evolution's members continued to watch, intrigued, as the woman before them reached her hand out to slap the face of the blonde man she was arguing with, then as she stomped towards them, pausing in front of Hunter for a moment. "Take a picture – it lasts longer," she spat out, shooting Hunter a look that could kill, before she pushed past him and stormed away.

For the first time all day, a small smile appeared on Hunter's normally sour face. "Guys, I think I've found the perfect woman for Evolution."

Ric's eyes widened. "You don't mean…"

"Yeah," Hunter nodded. "We need to recruit Miss Trish Stratus."

Alright guys, a new fic from me. I should probably to just focus on one at a time, but I don't ever do what I should be doing. So just let me know if you like this and if I should continue with it. Thanks!