(A/N) Back from rugby camp and ready to write. Tore my quad muscle while at camp so I'll be at home for a while, which means I should get chapters up a lot faster. Enjoy.
The four leaders of Evolution sat facing each other. Hunter was talking animatedly to Ric and Randy, but Dave had zoned out. He was thinking of his girlfriend Christy Hemme. The racy redhead was indeed doing a photo shoot in L.A. The beautiful model made Dave feel something he never felt before. She was so different to all the other trashy girls Dave dated a long time ago. She was genuine. Now Hunter was threatening to take that away from him, he just couldn't let it happen.
"Hey Dave! Snap out of it dude. You willing to fight or not?" Hunter snapped at Dave.
"Huh… um… yeah, sure. Whatever." Dave stuttered.
"Ok good. So it will be you and Snitsky representing us. The invitations have already been sent to Chris and John, am I correct?"
"You know it H." Ric replied.
"Good, and if I know those two, they won't reject. We will be having ourselves an underground fighting tournament." Hunter stated.
To Whom It May Concern:
You have been invited to participate in an underground street fight competition. The event shall be held at 'Club Evolution'. Two representatives from your crew will be selected to compete against other fighters from across New York City. The fighter who emerges victorious will stand to win 250 thousand dollars for himself and his gang. Along with the cash prize, the winner will receive glory, fame and above all else, respect. To participate in this one shot deal, send your reply to 'Club Evolution' on 67th street, Manhattan, with your details, the name of your two representatives and the 500 dollar entrance fee. Thank you.
Hunter Hurst Hemsley
Triple H
Chris was seated in his recliner as he tossed the letter on the coffee table. This tournament was a waste of time. 500 dollar entrance fee is bullshit. But he could win the cash prize if he really wanted to, couldn't he? Chris cast his thoughts aside for the night. He was too tired to think at the moment. He would throw the letter out tomorrow mourning. Chris poured himself a glass of water and drank it in one gulp. He removed his shirt and jeans and made his way to the bedroom.
John Cena had just finished reading the invitation. He paced his living room as he put the letter down on the table. John was exited about this. The 250 thousand dollar cash prize would really help him pay up some loose ends. But what really got his blood going was that Hunter was heading the event. Which would mean Torrie would probably be there as well. John just couldn't get her out of his head. He slumped into his seat. He sat there thinking about the invitation when the telephone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello? Is this John Cena?" The husky voice whispered.
"Yes. Who the hell is this?" Cena asked.
"This might come as a shock to you, but please do not hang up. It is Adam Copeland."
"What the fuck? Why the fuck are you calling me Copeland?"
"Calm down. I just want to talk. According to your boy Shawn, you could use with a little more man power."
"And you want to join us?" John said skeptically. "Go fuck yourself Adam, and don't call me again." Cena said abruptly.
"WAIT! Hold on a second there. Just let me explain my position. What you did to Chris' brother, I'm not a fan of. But I like to live by the phrase 'shit happens, move on'. Unfortunately Chris isn't moving on. He is still cranky as shit about his brother. I don't blame him though. However, when he starts to take out his frustration out on me, that's when he really gives me the shits. I can't take it anymore. I need out, you need more man power, we both profit from it. What do you say?" Edge proposed.
"Why the hell should I believe you." John said.
"Why the hell not John. Give me a chance. I'll prove it to you."
John thought silently for a moment. Edge was nervously tapping his fingers on the other side.
"Hey John, you still there bro? Fine, you know what. If you don't want me, then I'll maybe Hunter will." Edge paused for a minute to let the last statement soak in.
John knew Edge was a very capable fighter, He just didn't know if he could trust him. He then remembered the letter.
"Hey wait. I'll tell you what. Meet me at my club tomorrow night, and we can talk." Ok?" John suggested.
"Too public. Someone might see us together and tell Chris. He will kill me if he finds out. How about somewhere more secluded?"
"What about that shady warehouse in Stanton Island, you know the one just behind the fish factory." John tossed it up.
"That's fine. I'll see you there at 11:30 then?"
"Don't be late." John said as he replaced the telephone.
Chris awoke with a start. It took him a few seconds for his brain to register what woke him up. He glanced at the clock on his bedside table. It read 9:30am. He then realized that he didn't set his alarm last night and the ringing was in fact his telephone. He hopped out of bed and paced briskly to the telephone in the kitchen.
"Hello?"
"This is Mada, how is the business?" The voice on the other side said. It sounded like a silk handkerchief was placed over the mouthpiece so the voice was distorted."
"What?"
"How is the business?" The voice repeated.
"Oh... um… Could be better! That's it, could be better." Chris said, remembering the code to identify himself.
A scuffling noise was made on the other side of the line and a more familiar voice spoke to Chris this time.
"Good to hear. So how are you Chris?" Adam asked.
"Yeah, pretty good. Yourself?"
"Good. I'm good. Anyway, I think I might have broke Cena. I'm meeting him at that massive abandon warehouse on Stanton Island tonight. If all goes well, I'll officially be part of his gang by tonight."
"It could be a trap." Chris said skeptically.
"It could be, or it could be legit. Only one way to find out."
"OK fine, go ahead. But be careful."
"Don't worry, I will. You worry too much Chris. Let go. Stop being so careful. Do something crazy. Go back to being the old, exciting Chris, it'll do you a world of good." Adam advised.
"Yeah, yeah. You just go and get in John's good books and let me handle my life."
"Haha. Fine then. But you know I'm right." Adam teased.
"Go!"
"Ok, ok. I'm going. I'll talk to you later then."
"Yeah, see you bro." Chris said as he hung up the phone.
Chris went back to bed but found he couldn't sleep. He lay on his back, thinking about what Edge said, and as much as he hated it, Adam seemed to be right. He had been quite anxious about everything lately. His mind wandered back to the letter that sat on his coffee table. Chris played with the idea of entering the competition. He hadn't had a fight in quite a long time. After his brother died, he never really went anywhere except his house and his club. Chris sat up and went to get the letter off the table. He read it again and decided that he would enter. The money was something worth fighting for, but Chris wanted to prove to himself that he could still throw down with New York's roughest. He still needed to find someone to enter with him. Adam was out of the question, although he would have been his number one choice. Chris decided to call Benoit, he was sure Benoit wouldn't let him down.
Adam drove at full speed down the bridge to Stanton Island. The heater was on full blast, he snatched a look at the clock on the dashboard, 11:28pm. He was going to have to haul ass if he was going to get there on time.
John stood in the warehouse. He took off his wool gloves and rubbed his hands together to get his blood warmed up. The hood of his jumper was pulled well over his peaked cap. John then heard the noise of a car pulling up on the gravel. He hustled over to a pile of crates and hid behind as the door of the warehouse opened.
Adam walked into the warehouse. He stood at the entrance for a minute to make a mind map of the warehouse. Within the minute he had registered all the exits, hazard points, hiding places and other things. He was about 10 minutes late but saw no sign of Cena out in the open. He walked into the warehouse.
"Cena!" Edge called out.
John jumped out of his hiding place. "Hey."
"Woah! Shit. You scared the piss out of me." Edge exclaimed.
"Why? Did you think it was a trap?" John questioned.
"Well, no. But you just jumped out of nowhere. Why were you hiding anyway?" Edgerapped back.
"Never mind that. Let's not bullshit any longer."
"Never was bullshitting. I'm being honest as hell. I want to join you Cena."
"How do I know I can trust you?" Cena said, still not 100 percent certain about Adam's sincerity.
"You don't know. You are just going to have to take my word for it." Adam replied bluntly.
John stood facing Adam, pondering what to do. Then slowly he reached inside his jumper. Edge backed away slowly.
"Woah, I just came to talk bro. No need for this."
"Don't worry." John said as he pulled out a piece of paper. He handed it to Adam. As Adam read it, John studied the well built man. He had long blonde hair and a scared face. He exuded a sense of competence. Adam seemed like a man who could more than hold his own against anybody. Very reliable. Adam looked up from the paper.
"I want you to be my second fighter." John said to Edge, referring to the invitation to the tournament.
"So it's like an initiation then?"
"It's whatever you want it to be."
Now it was Adam's turn to study John. Under the hood was a strong face with prominent, good looking features. His tone was firm without being menacing. He seemed to be quite an easy going person.
"You got yourself a deal." Adam said as he extended his hand.
John took his hand and shook it firmly.
(A/N) Hey guys. I just wanted to know if this story seems realistic to you. One thing I hate is stories in which everything just seems to fall in place perfectly and boy falls in love with girl and blah blah. Does the story seem realistic? Is the dialogue realistic or is it kinda cheesy. Be honest, I can hack it. Something I wanted to do was make sure the story seemed real and limit the amount of cheesy lines. So give me feedback people and it would be much appreciated.