(A/N) Hey guys. Once again thanks for all the reviews and feedback. I appreciate it a lot. Since you guys reckon it ain't cheesy, I'll just keep writing the way I have been. Peace.

"So we got confirmation from John and Chris?" Hunter asked Randy.

"Yup. Both confirming their presence. It's gonna be huge man." Randy replied.

"Good, good. Set the date for two nights from now."

"On it. By the way, what do you hope to achieve from this anyway H?" Randy queried.

"Never you mind. Just get on the job at hand. Go! Now!" Hunter brushed Randy off.

The leader of Evolution sat in his well furnished office smiling to himself. The first part of his plan was going to fall into place in about 48 hours.

"Hello?" Chris said as he answered his phone.

"This is Mada. How is the business?"

"Could be better."

"Hey Chris." Edge said from a public telephone booth.

"Hey. How's it goin?"

"Yeah, not too bad. Hey, guess what?"

"You know I don't like guessing games. Go on. Humor me." Chris snapped.

"I'm in. At least I think I'm in. John asked me to fight for him in some tournament. Some sort of initiation I guess." Adam said.

"Woah, you're not talking about the one in 'Club Evolution' are you?"

"That is exactly the one I'm talking about. Wait, how do you know about it?"

"I got an invite as well. I'm going to fight too."

"Shit!" There was a pause on the line after the last exclamation. "Well we are going to have to play this very carefully. One wrong look and we could be gone." Adam said.

"Agreed. We'll keep our distance without being obvious."

"Ok. Well take care of yourself then." Adam bade farewell to his friend.

"Yeah, see you around."

It was the big night. John Cena was all decked out, and ready to represent. He took one last look at the exterior of "Club Evolution", the expensive gold plated sign and flashing lights did not intimidate him at all. Instead it made the fire inside him burn stronger.

"Let's go." He said to Adam, who was standing next to him.

The two of them entered the club together.

The interior was just as flashy as the outside. There was a custom built wrestling ring in the centre of the dance floor. Tables and chairs had been moved to make space for makeshift rafters which were towards the sides. A screen with a projector was at the back of the club, behind the DJ's table. An up close, action camera would project the footage onto the screen, once the fights started. The business men and their wives started to leave the club slowly as it began to fill with a more rowdy crowd. They all came to see one thing. Blood.

Chris was feeling very nervous. A number of things could go wrong tonight. Probably the one of most concern to him was Adam's cover being blown. A close second was the fact that Chris hadn't fought in months. He hadn't even been to the gym lately. Yet he was going to fight some of the most vicious men in the city. Chris brushed aside these thoughts as he arrived at the front of the club. He and Benoit got out of the car.

"How you feeling?" Jericho asked Benoit.

"Not too bad. Yourself?"

"Yeah. Not too bad." Chris lied.

"Well, you ready?" Benoit asked, still staring dead ahead.

"As I'll ever be." Were Jericho's last words as they entered the club.

When he got in, the club was packed. A line was starting to form outside of the club, with people queuing to get in. Only then did Chris realize the magnitude of the competition. He didn't have time to think about it as Benoit brought his attention to the screen at the back of the club. On it was the draw.

Chris Jericho vs. Gene Snitsky

John Cena vs. Chris Benoit

Dave Batista vs. Edge

Hunter stood on the catwalk overlooking the massive crowd which had assembled at his club to watch the competition. This was going to make him huge money. But money wasn't on Hunter's mind at the moment. The plan that would gain him the upper hand in the three way struggle for New York's underground fighting scene was on his mind. Hunter cast his thoughts aside as he made his way downstairs to his office. The team was assembled in his office, probably waiting for new orders. Snitsky was also in the office, playing with a small, sword shaped letter opener. "Alright boys, time to blow them away. Randy, Ric, you two go out now and get everything ready. I need to talk to my two fighters alone for a minute."

"On it boss." Replied Ric as the two walked out of the office.

"Now boys, tonight is a very important night. You both have your assignments, I need them to be carried out flawlessly." Hunter said, addressing Dave and Gene Snitsky. The two men just nodded.

"Snitsky, hurt Jericho and hurt him good. I want him carried out of the club tonight. You got it?" Hunter ordered.

"You got it boss." Was the bearded man's reply.

"Dave, same goes for you. You have got Edge in the first round. He's a small fry. Still hurt him though. But your main objective is Cena. If Cena wins, I'll rig the draw so you get him in the second round. Take the son of a bitch out. Once the leaders are gone, the rest of the gang will be just like a headless body. And we all know a body is useless without its head. They'll collapse by themselves."

Dave just nodded.

"Alright boys." Hunter said encouragingly, giving them both a friendly tap on the back. "Go get em!"

(A/N) Short chapter, I know. Sorry. It's building a platform for the next chapter, which should be intense. Sorry if I'm keeping you in suspense. Actually I'm not that sorry. I love it! HAHAHA. But anyway stay tuned to find out what will happen next!