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A Solution to Evolution

Chapter 3

8/30 RAW

John Cena watched Randy Orton get ready for his upcoming match against Batista. He and the Heavyweight Champion, and he had to admit, the man wasn't quite what he'd imagined. Of course, he'd been thinking that Randy would be along the likes of Triple H. John yawned, resting his head against the lockers behind him.

"Randy, you're up next!" a voice called from the outside of the room, and Randy let out a long breath. He threw one last punch out, and then headed for the door, slinging his championship over his shoulder. John stood up, and followed him to the door. As Randy opened the door and saw Cena behind him, he frowned, his eyes questioning.

"Why are you coming?" he asked, his tone curious.

"You know it and I know it: Triple H and Flair are going to try and interfere in the match," John told him, and Randy nodded, knowing what the other man said was true.

Randy stretched his arms as he walked, thinking about the match. Batista was a powerhouse. Taking out the large man's legs was probably the best way to beat him. Frowning, Randy tried to concentrate on the match, but his thoughts kept going to the upcoming Pay-Per-View: Backlash.

He knew Hunter. HHH would do anything to win a match—especially one on PPV. Randy sighed as he wrapped his title around his waist. His question was no longer if he and John would win the match at Backlash.

Now he wondered if they would even make it to Backlash.

Randy Orton wheezed, grasping his stomach, still feeling the effects of a vicious spear to the abdomen. From what seemed like miles away, he heard Cena pounding on the mat. Randy had taken Batista down with a dropkick to the knee, and it was his one and only chance to capitalize on the match that he'd been losing since the start, courtesy of the two other members of Evolution who John had consequently attacked. He climbed to his feet just as Baitsta stood. The monster of a man reached out, but Randy slid around him, snapping his boot into the back of his right knee. Batista hissed, and grasped the burning area. Randy bounced off of the nearby ropes, and ran just to the side of Batista. The sound of his left knee drilling into Batista's neck sounded loud and clear. His opponent snapped to the mat, grapping at the back of his neck. Randy knew the man was experiencing a painful whiplash.

He grinned.

The Heavyweight Champion grabbed him to his feet, pushing him to the ropes. Batista found the strength on wavering feet to counter, shoving Randy to the ropes instead. Just before the other man could touch him, Randy dived, his arms taking out Batista's knees once more.

In a show more gruesome than necessary, Randy removed the kneepad on Batista's right knee and slowly pounded on the sole area. He channeled his anger into dismantling that knee, listening to Batista's cries of anguish all the same. Batista got some offense in; a few hard shots to the jaw and stomach. The large man bounced off the ropes and attempted to run at Randy, but stumbled, his right knee crumpling beneath him. Randy immediately took advantage, delivering the RKO.

As he went for the pin, he met Triple H's eyes, and then shook his head, moving away from Batista's chest. Randy kept eye contact with both Triple H and Flair as he applied the Figure Four Leg Lock, a touch of irony he knew would piss off both men. Flair leapt onto the apron of the ring, but John grabbed his legs out from under him, and attacked Triple H. After nearly thirty seconds in the submission move, Batista tapped out.

"Your winner, by submission, RANDY ORTON!" Lilian Garcia announced, and Randy let out a long breath, leaning against the ropes for a brief second, holding his title. He froze as the sound of flesh against the steel steps sounded. Triple H had shoved John into the steps, and Flair was stomping at the other man. Randy dropped his title as Triple H entered the ring, eyes locking.

The tension was in the air for only a moment until both men lunged at each other, ripping at one another with hard right hooks. Hunter got the advantage to a worn out Randy, beating on the other man's ribs. "Still think you're better than me now?" he shouted moments later at a fallen Randy. HHH kicked him once last time, and disappeared from Randy's line of vision.

On the outside, John Cena was slightly recovering, getting a breather after he shoved Flair into the steps. He staggered for a moment, trying to regain his footing and plan his attack. John frowned at the sound of footsteps, and whirled around to face a limping Batista. He had no time to react as a steel chair was slammed into his skull. John snapped to the padded concrete, his head burning with pain, blood slowly seeping through the new wound. Flair and Batista quickly pulled him to his feet and rolled him into the ring as Randy clambered to his feet, only to be met by a vicious title shot to the back of the head, and another assault by Triple H.

Ric Flair put John into the Figure Four Leg Lock, Batista screaming in his face all the while, telling him that he shouldn't have screwed with Evolution the first night on RAW. Evolution's three-on-two assault continued with two Pedigrees and two Batista Bombs. Looking down at a bleeding Randy, Triple H grinned and knelt over his body.

"You're just like the rest, Randy," he yelled into his former teammate's face. Randy was still conscious, his vision blinded by the blood rolling over his face. "You think you can beat me! You think you're better than me! Well, Randy, who's the better man now?" he paused, making sure his words sank into Randy's mind. "At Backlash, I'll prove to you that I can beat you! And after that... Well, I won't have to prove it anymore. Do you know why Randy?" he asked, slapping the man's cheek. "Huh? I'll tell you why." He leaned closer to Randy's ear. "Because, at Backlash, you're not going to be able to walk out, much less defend the championship ever again." With those words, Triple H stood, joining hands with Batista and Flair.

RAW went off the air with Evolution standing over the bloody, beaten bodies of Randy Orton and John Cena.