Hey people, this is my first wrestling fic. It is set right after Wrestlemania 22 and is not apt for John Cena fans. Also, sorry for a slight delay, this was supposed to be posted before yesterday's Monday Night RAW. I'll try to make this a weekly or two week series to try and keep up the story line like a real WWE programing and will take some elements from what happens in the shows although I'll probably branch out from what actually happens in the WWE, specially now that Randy Orton has been suspended for 60 days and Chavo has that "I quit" storyline going on. Well, hope you people enjoy this.

Chapter 1: Plans are Made

The game walked out of the arena and into his limo feeling ever the more pissed, he had lost, and not only that, he had tapped out, for the second time at Wrestlemania, to that poor excuse of a wrestler with that poor excuse of a finisher, John Cena; that beat getting pinned after that glorified body slam, the FU. That had to be his most humiliating defeat ever; the Undertaker, well, the guy had never been beaten at the event. Chris Benoit, the guy was one of the best technical wrestlers ever. Batista, he was a monster, a monster he trained, so no shame in any of those.

But then came John Cena, a guy who only knew how to do a few suplex variations, clotheslines, punches, a meager submission move, a poor excuse of a body slam and how to pump his Rebooks. That's just sorry. He had worked his butt off for months, only to loose to that?

As he put his clothes back on, he was thinking of a way to get back to the top. That kind of stuff would have never happened to him inback when he started,when he was with Evolution, when he worked alone, or even with DX, but, that would never be again, or could it? He heard on his way out that Shawn felt like being a bad boy again. But he would never trust him again. And Chyna wasn't about to come back to the WWE after he left her to have that fling with his ex-wife, Stephanie.

Then, there had been the time when he had made a good name on his own, when he proved that he was the best. But back then, it wasn't so hard to become a top contender in the WWE; Shawn was out of business, Benoit, Guerrero, Angle, Big Show and Jericho were just settling in from the recently killed WCW, Hogan and Rock were too busy ripping each other apart, like Undertaker and Kane, Austin's neck was a mess and Ric was busy moping over his life. Wait a minute, Ric! That's it! Ric, Randy, Dave and Evolution; that's what he needed. But, Dave was out with an injury and god knows when he'll be back, Randy was on the other show, and Ric would probably be more than reluctant to trust him. But then again, that made everything sweeter: Randy and Ric had both just lost their matches and the promise of being back on the top would be too much for those guys to resist and Dave would probably know that he had a reserved top contender spot waiting for him when he came back, but he would need to start small in order to get all the way to the top spot.

Yeah, they would be back together. And they would take over the company, after all, he was going to get a rematch for backlash, he knew it. Ric could probably capture the Intercontinental championship pretty easy from that Benjamin kid, and they could then take the tag team championship from those giants without much trouble and Dave and Randy could do something similar on the blue side of things: Randy will win the heavy weight title, then, when Dave came back from his injury, he would take the United States Championship, and together they'll crush those movie star wanna-bes.

Yes, he just had to call Dave, find the guys, and convince them all to get back together. Although that still left two championships loose: the cruiserweight and the women's title. Well, as far as the womens division went, now that Mickie James was their champion, things were looking pretty good. Last mentally challenged person he used for his own gain in WWE wasnt too hard to manipulate, why should she be any different? And as far as the cruiserwiehgt championship went, the division was practically dead, but, he would need a quick replacement for that Helms kid in order to gain full control of the company, which shouldnt be too hard to find. Maybe he could get Rey Mysterio to take the spot after Randy takes the belt from him. After all, the guy did hold the record for most Cruiswerwight title reigns. Yeah, he would be a great replacement for Helms, and after hanging with the big boys, he shouldnt have any problem dominating the baby weights.

Now, his efforts only needed to focus on making the necessary title matches for him and Ric for Backlash, which could be taken care of tomorrow. Randy could probably get a rematch for himself at Smackdown, which would mean another triple threat, which will be reserved for the next payperview, which made things all the more easy for them: by then Dave will be back, beat Bradshaw, or Benoit, or whoever had the US title, and, in the main event, they would come out and help Randy win the title with the full force of Evolution and reveal themselves back to the world. After that it was just a slight matter of convincing for Rey to be on their side and then they would just need a few weeks for Dave, Randy, and Rey to take the remaining titles and make Evolution the dominating force in WWE, no one could be able to stand up to them.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the building, similar plans were made, except that a slightly smaller scale: Super Crazy and Psicosis were walking around their dressing room, thinking of a way to prove to the United States how good they were. They had been pondering over this the entire day until they looked at the TV from their dressing room and saw the highlight video for the night: it showed Kane and the Big Show retaining the tag titles, then it went to a scene from Rey winning the World title, and shortly after, the Hall of Fame segment showing Eddie, claiming he had the greatest supply of Latino Heat in the World. Then the inring segment with Eddie's widow, but most importantly, Eddie's nephew Chavo. Both Chavo and Rey had held cruiserweight gold on way more than one occasion, both were their same race, su misma sangre, and Rey was now the world champion. It all cliqued in their heads at the same time; they looked at each other, nodded and ran out of the door looking for the other two Latino wrestlers. In search to unite the remaining Latino heat of the company. And to try to unify it for their own gain.