The Evolution of This Business (a WWE/TNA story)
by P. Dizzle tha Prime Legend Champion

Associative Disclaimer: This story is completely original and fictional.
Proprietary Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing but the story itself.
Rating: T
Summary: The former members of Evolution are in their prime, but facing major problems. After a little thinking, Triple H decides that enough is enough, not only for their problem sources, but the entire wrestling business as well!

Chapter 2
Title: Clean Slate
Show: Monday Night Raw (12/26/2005)
Summary: Triple H approaches Ric Flair and tries to reconcile with him to create the Evolution takeover scheme.

Ric Flair is out there trying to relax himself. He has been hot under the collar from the get-go of this night, when that disrespectful bastard son of a bitch Edge made that bad taping of him. What, just because Ric had one incident his lawyers have advised him not to talk about, Mr. "I Care About Me" thinks he can talk all sorts of smack about him? And what was that managerial decision by Vince McMahon, giving Edge a title shot for getting that beating started? This was not the best night for Ric Flair, and he cannot be seen by the ladies like this. Just as he may be starting to finally get a hold of himself, Flair heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," he says, in an irritated monotone. An annoyed groan came out when he saw who he was.

"If it isn't my old friend, Triple H," Ric said, acknowledging the fact of said visitor without the greatest of smiles on his face. "To what do I owe this?"

"Before I get to that, let me ask you one of the most important questions I've ever asked in my entire life," Trips began.

"What?" Ric asked. As far as he was concerned, he wanted to just get this over with.

"Can I trust you to listen to what I have to say, or are you gonna cut me off and say no thanks?"

"Just get to the point already! What do you want?"

"Easy, Ric. Cool your jets one sec here," Trips replied, trying to calm down the Nature Boy. "I want you to listen and listen carefully to what I have to say. Think about it with a level head and an eye for greatness. The reason I came here is because I want to talk to you about reuniting Evolution and establishing that takeover of the business we had always wanted to pull."

Ric looked at his former best friend crossly this time, on the verge of getting in his face.

"So let me get this straight. You want me to come be your lackey again, so that you can take over the wrestling business like the self pawn you are," Flair correctly guessed.

"Take a couple subserviant words you used out of there, and yeah, you're right," Trips answered.

"You're the one who made me and Batista turn our backs on Randy Orton after he made history at Summerslam 2004 against Chris Benoit for Evolution's greatest moment, all because you wanted to be the Champion yourself. You're the one, not me, you, who stopped showing due support to Batista after he started becoming a better Animal. Because of that, not only did he turn his back on us, but he beat you for the World Heavyweight Championship at WrestleMania 21, and in two consecutive pay-per-view rematches!" an irate Nache shot. Triple H had to keep his composure and stop himself from lashing out at Flair and ruining everything. Once he did, the Nature Boy continued. "And when you came back from the latter of those losses, you turned your back on me after I called you my best friend! The man who picked me up after I came back a broken man! And for what? For the simple fact that I'm growing old. And you're telling me that you want Evolution to come back together to take over the business."

"Yes, Ric Flair. That's what I'm telling you. I want to restart the Evolution of this business, and I want to restart the Evolution of this business now!" Trips spat strongly. "Now, are we going to get something done here, or have I come simply so you could continue to piss me off?"

"You tell me," Flair answered.

"Okay. I will tell you. The fact still remains that I am the best wrestler alive today. Last time the Elimination Chamber match was done, there were two things about it; it was at New Year's Revolution, and I won. Yet, as you see, I'm excluded from the match this time. Why? Because Vince McMahon didn't have the mind enough to keep Big Show out of ringside even after that big freak started constanly getting in my way!" stated the younger of the two decorated elite performers. He was beginning to seethe and perspire in anger.

"Your fault, Game. You screwed Big Show that night first," Flair pointed out.

"That was as a message to stay out of my way! Then, he comes up and decides that he's gonna get in and cost me my match against Kane. That big demon may be the first man out despite the fact that Carlito faced a girl, but without Big Show making his insert, they're not even on the pay-per-view!" Trips continued.

"What do you think I can do about it? They hate you!" Flair said, restating the obvious so as for the Game to think about it.

"Look. I know you've got a problem with Edge over your little road rage incident. All you have to do is keep your Intercontinental Championship just one more time on your own, and then, we've got the takeover inset," Trips said, changing the subject to bring forth his point.

"Why do you care?"

"Let's see here. I've got the big freak after me, and Money in the Shank is constantly trying to embarrass you, so as far as I'm concerned, we've both got a reason to get back to Evolution. We wouldn't be dealing with this crap if we were still a unit. Get it?"

"You know what? Fine. Since you're never gonna leave me alone," Flair said, finally succumbing to Triple H's persuasion. "So, Mr. HHH, what in the living hell are we gonna do to pull this ons off?"

"Why are you even asking? We've gotta persuade them. I know for a fact Randy would rather listen to me, and Batista would rather listen to you. But we gotta bring them together, with the two of us, and with everyone else. When we finally get that done, we formulate the takeover plan."

"Okay. Sounds good," Flair said dryly.

"'Sounds good?'" Trips repeated in a shocked tone, as if it was a crime. "'Sounds good?' Where's the old Nature Boy I know? If you were yourself by any stretch of the imagination, Ric, you would not be saying 'sounds good' like it didn't matter. You'd be all over it! This is why you need Evolution. Ever since it ended, your life has been broken down. You lose a Last Man Standing match, I call you a has-been, you beat someone up on the streets and Edge picks on you about it for a million years. Yes, I know that you and I disagreed sometimes in Evolution. All four of us have. And I know for a fact we all had our problems with Edge. But did this ever happen to you before, what's going on now?"

"You're right, Triple H. You've got a good point. But listen to me! I am not kissing your ass this time!" Flair immediately shot. He wanted the Game to realize that things were going to be different for Evolution this run.

"I know that! We're all too elite for it!" Trips responded. "There's not going to be a decided leader. We're all in this together, and there's no front and center this time. We're all going to have championship gold around our waists by the time this whole thing is victim to Evolution's takeover."

"Now you're startin' to talk my language," Flair said, smirking a little, before thinking about something and saying it now. "If we're gonna do this, you'd better leave my locker room. Anybody coulda walked in and uncovered the whole plot."

"Yes, but we've got a deal?" Trips asked for insurance as he opened the door to leave Ric's room. The words that came from the Nature Boy made him smile in confidence that soon, all their problems were going to be behind them. Those words that came out of Ric Flair's mouth are as follows;

"We got a deal."