(A/N) Hmmm… having a little writers block. Can't think straight right at the moment. So excuse me if this chapter doesn't seem up to scratch. Well not much else to say except on with the story.

Chris, Edge and Christian sat in Rick's office at his club. Jericho was slumped in his brother's old chair. Edge took his usual place propped up against the wall behind Chris. Christian was pacing nervously around the room.

"Must have been Cena. Rick was out to see him that night. It must have been him." Christian was muttering more to himself than anyone else. His brother shot him a glance that told him to shut up.

Jericho still had not said anything since they arrived at the club.

"How are you doing Chris?" Edge enquired. Jericho continued to stare at the ground.

Five minutes passed in complete silence until Jericho spoke for the first time.

"I have to go home and tell ma."

"Yeah… Of course. You want me to drive you there?" Edge asked.

"No. I'll take a cab." And with that Chris left the room.

When Chris arrived home, the sun was just rising. He stepped out of the cab after paying the fare, to see an unknown sedan in his driveway. He had no idea who this car belonged to so he rushed up to the doorway and bounded into the house. What he saw shocked and angered him at he same time. Two detectives sitting at his table, with his mother, who was in hysterics. He recognized one of the detectives as the one who had given Chris his card. His mother jumped out of her chair and hobbled towards Chris. Chris ran forward and embraced his mother. His mother wept on him as Chris tried to console her. The two detectives stood up slowly.

"Did you have to come over here, drag her out of bed, and break it to her like that?" Chris asked as he released his mother.

"Sir, we had no other way of doing so." The other detective replied.

"Yeah ok what ever. So now that you have done your business, can u guys get the hell out of my house." Jericho shot at them.

The two detectives slowly made their way out of the house. Just before detective Marcy stepped out of the door, he turned around to address Chris.

"Remember what I said before, if you think of anything…"

"Yeah, I know." Chris cut him off and ushered his mom into the dining room.

"Hey ma, how are you doing?" Chris enquired.

"How the hell do you think I'm doing Chris? My oldest son has just been killed. I'm not exactly at the top of the bloody world. A mother should never have to bury her son Chris. Never."

"Yeah. I know ma. Why don't you go and get some rest huh?"

"Chris you have to swear to me that you will not pick up where your brother left off. If you die as well, my life would be over Chris. Promise me that you will not join your brother's stupid gang. I never did forgive him for trying to involve you Chris. Swear it to me." Chris' mother pleaded.

"Okay mom. I promise. Now go and get some rest."

Chris' mother gave him a kiss on the cheek. She gave him one of her rare smiles. A smile that back in her day, would've won over any man's heart, and she went off to bed. Chris sat down in one of the wooden chairs in the kitchen. He played with the idea of getting some much needed rest himself, but he had too much on his mind at the moment. Plus he knew it wasn't going to happen so he got up, grabbed the keys that he threw on the counter when he came in, and walked out of the door.

Present day…

Dave Batista had just done the unthinkable. He had just turned his back on Triple H. Dave was riding in the back of a cab, contemplating his latest move. He started to question whether it was the right move, seeing that Hunter did pay most of his bills and put the food on the table. Dave knew he couldn't go back to being a bouncer. He just hated all the phoney wannabes and their slutty girls, trying to get him in bed for a few bucks.

When he reached his apartment in upper class Queens, he gave the cabbie a generous tip. Old habits die hard, he thought, realizing that he was going to need all the cash he could scrape up. He walked into his fairly posh flat with nice furniture and other shit. He slumped into his favorite recliner and undid his tie and his shirt. Dave knew he was going to have to watch his back from now on. Hunter wasn't going to let him go that easily, he knew that much. After a few minutes, the ringing of his telephone interrupted the serene silence. Dave got up to answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Dave?"

"Yeah. Is that you Randy?" Dave asked.

"You know it big man. What's going on with you?" Randy Orton asked.

Dave always did like Randy the best. Even though he was really cocky and pretty damn arrogant, he was a good kid on the inside. And besides, Randy had a reason to be cocky. He did have damn good looks and some muscle to back it up.

"Yeah. Nothing really. I'm just cooling off at home." Dave said.

"Good, good. Cool off a little. Hey, you really left the club in a real mess man. Hunter is off his head man. He's flying all over the place like a mad man. Ric is trying to cool him down as well." Randy informed him.

"Yeah well, I'm through with Hunter. He is a grade A quality jerk."

"Don't say that Dave. The team needs you Dave. Look, once you cool off, and Hunter cools off, I'm sure you two can work it out, ok?"

"I doubt it Randy. Look, I'm really tired ok? I'm going to head off to bed. I'll talk to you later."

"Ok, sure. Talk to you later big man."

With that, Dave replaced the telephone and made his way to the bedroom, where he got into his boxers and jumped into bed.

"THAT SON OVA BITCH!" Hunter raged. "I'M GOING TO KILL THAT LITTLE BACKSTABBING BITCH!"

"Hunter! H, you gotta cool down man." Ric said to a pissed off Hunter.

"THAT FUCKER IS GOING TO GET THE SURPRISE OF HIS LIFE WHEN I PLUG HIS ASS FULL OF LEAD!"

"Hey, Hunter. Don't say things like that man. He's Batista! He's the Animal. He doesn't always know what he is doing, but he is the most ferocious fighter, bar none. Bar fucking none. We need him H. Evolution needs him."

"You maybe right Ric. But if he doesn't know who runs the show around here, than he may as well be taken care of, because I am not having mutiny of any sort in my crew." Hunter said, calming down a little now.

"Don't worry H. We will let him calm down, get his act together. Than I will go over to his flat and convince him, that it is in his best interests to join the team again." Ric said.

"Okay, fine. But I want him crawling back to me on his hands and knees Ric. Hands and knees." Hunter emphasized.

"Don't worry boss. By tomorrow night, The Animal will be back in Evolution, rolling with the winners."

(A/N) Hey guys. We had a look at the point of view of three characters in this chapter. Fair effort if I may say so myself. But really, if you guys aren't getting what you want out of the story, than don't be afraid to tell me. Cause all I have been getting is good reviews. (Don't be mistaken, I love em. Hehe) But this suggests my story is perfect so far, which I doubt very much. So by all means criticize me all you want. If you want more action, romance, girl on girl action, don't be afraid to tell me. BTW, I'm sorry bout all the flashbacks. I really want to get back to the main part of the story, so I'm thinking of writing one super long chapter that just wraps up all the flashbacks. Tell me if you would have it otherwise though. Other than that, love the support and keep it coming.