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 4
Title: The Day of Reckoning Has Arrived
Show: Friday Night Smackdown (12/30/2005)
Summary: The four members of Evolution meet for the first time since late 2004, and the stage is set for the takeover.

Batista just got a phone call from Ric Flair telling him that it was time to reunite 'the four who are one'. As if things couldn't get any worse or weirder. First, Melina charges him for sexual harassment for some strange reason, then Mark Henry arrives and screws him out of the tag match, and now this. Batista is looking around for someone now, and he finds one of the workers.

"Hey, man. Have you seen Rey anywhere in the past five minutes?" Batista asked.

"No," the worker said.

"Thanks. Let me know if you see anything," Batista said as he left. He then went into another area and saw Matt Hardy.

"Batista, what's up?" Matt said, coming up to him and greeting him.

"Hey Mattt, how's it goin'?" Batista asked, just to humor the thought, although he knew life wasn't exactly giving Matt fair cards.

"You know, the same old deal. Edge and Lita screwed me, so now JBL's goin' around and talking about a 'waahmbulance', so he and I are ending up in a thousand matches against one another again. Ever since I've been back it seems like I've been dealing with members of old tag teams Jeff and I have kept facing," Matt explained.

"I believe you," Batista responded to that statement. "Hey, you and Rey are pretty cool, right? You seen him anywhere around?"

"No, I haven't. In fact. I've been looking for him myself," the elder of the Hardyz answered.

"Dave! Finally, man, you're ready to go. But wait a minute. Why don't you have your stuff?"

"Sorry, 619. But I'm not goin' anywhere yet," Batista apologized.

"Why not?" Mysterio asked.

"Right when I was getting my stuff, I got a phone call from Ric Flair," he revealed.

"No, you're kidding," Rey stated in shock.

"I know. I know, man. I know what you mean," Batista repeated three times before finally telling the next part. "But what else is, he's here, and he wants me to meet him in the back of the arena. Now, I don't know if you know what this means, but he says it's about 'reuniting the four who are one'."

"Batista, don't you dare go over there," Matt Hardy cut in, knowing all too well what this meant. Batista simply looked at him, but Matt couldn't tell exactly what the emotion was that he should have been able to see in the bigger man's eyes. That is, if there even was one.

"Go on, man," Mysterio suddenly said, surprising the Animal and the Sensei of Mattitude. They had looks on their faces that basically asked the question, "What the hell did you just say?" Matt then had the guts to verbally ask that question.

"I don't like it any more than either of you do, but I think it's for the best, man. I wanna challenge for the Tag Team Titles again next week, but Mark and Melina now got cards against you big time, mi amigo. And that's considering it might be all a lie," Rey continued.

"What do you mean, might be? It is a lie," Batista stated, somewhat countering the 'maybe' in his Mexican masked friend's statement. But his tone was more matter-of-fact than defensive. "I didn't do anything."

"I believe you," Matt spoke in backing of the World Champion. "After what happened to me with Lita, I've learned not to trust women like that. But don't you have to go see Ric and the four?"

"I am one of the four, and unfortunately, yes," Batista replied. "See you guys later. Take care, alright guys?"

"Sure," Matt said. As Batista walked off, Matt and Rey looked at each other, then at him.

"Think they come together?" Mysterio asked his friend.

"I don't know," Hardy answered after a second.

Meanwhile, in the parking lot in the back, Ric Flair was standing outside a black stretch limousine with the windows tinted golden, wearing a rich and good-looking $3000 Armani suit. Basically, he looked like the Nature Boy that he truly is. He started muttering a little bit about how long did it take for Triple H to get someone back here and all that stuff, then he saw Trips, dressed as fashionably as himself, and with Randy Orton to boot.

"Took you long enough," Flair said as his two fellow ex-Evolutioners.

"Shut up," Trips countered. "Where's Batista?"

"He said he's on his way. What's wrong with you people? Can't you ever get here fast enough?" Flair asked, in somewhat comical shame. "Now I know why you all needed Evolution."

"Geez, Ric. Could you be any louder?" a voice called. The three saw Batista walking up towards them.

"Dave, man. What's goin' on?" Orton greeted his own former best friend.

"You know all well, Randy, so don't even bother asking. I've got some sexual harassment crap charges to get bombarded about, Mark Henry's back costing me tag titles, and now you guys have called me over here to try to put Evolution back together. Yeah, I'm having a blast," the World Heavyweight Champion said in a semi-complaining tone.

"Hey, I had nothing to do with this. It was all Ric and Triple H's idea," Randy immediately replied, body language included, so as to claim innocence.

"Randy Orton, last time we met in the ring, I kicked your ass," Hunter Hearst Helmsley quickly reminded his young ex-comrade before getting to the point. "Don't make me have to do it again, especially now that we've got bigger things to worry about. Now, let me get to the point here. All four of us are having problems with some jackass in the locker room. Edge and Lita are trying to make the legendary Nature Boy, Ric Flair, out to be a rageaholic sideshow over one street beatdown. Randy, you got your ass handed to you by the Undertaker, and now Booker T's gonna put you in his place for the United States Title series and not even do anything about keeping his wife from panicking and doing something stupid which costs you your chances. Melina and her boys have completely tried to kill you, Batista. Melina's gonna sue you for a case of sexual harassment which is as off as anything I've ever seen in my life, then she's gonna have Mark Henry come down and screw you with the World's Strongest Slam so her boys Joey Mercury and Johnny Nitro can steal the Tag Team Titles from you and Rey Mysterio. And I know you two wanted to keep the belts in honor of a certain someone I know who's lyin', cheatin', and stealin' up there right now. Then, there's me. And there's Big Show. And that big overinflated basketball player has cost me my chance at an 11th WWE Championship. So as you can see, we've all got problems. Big time problems, that we wouldn't be in if we were still together in Evolution. Let's get back together, guys. Let's get back together, so that we can beat these problems and take over the wrestling business."

The others stood there, completely moved by Triple H's speech. It's as if he was their leader again, except if they were going to go through with it, they wouldn't like to be lackeys again.

"Just one question, Game," the Animal finally said.

"What? Shoot," Trips replied, giving the big monster of the team the floor.

"Am I gonna have to take any crap from you this time?" Batista asked solidly. Orton looked at him with a look on his face that said he agrees with him all the way.

"None at all," Trips stated matter-of-factly. "None at all. There's no leader. We're all in this together. So, what exactly is our move going to be?"

"Hunter, you and Randy are gonna need to get in the ring to win the WWE and NWA titles," Ric Flair pointed out. "Plus, things are gonna be different this time. We need to make a statement! And what better way to do that than to add a woman to the ranks this time?"

"Hey, as long as she's not easy, disagreeable, or likely to soften up the team, in any way, shape, or form," Orton said, "I'll take the chick."

"Get ready, gang. The day of reckoning has arrived! WWE and TNA better get ready to taken by storm, cause we're gonna run this business! Vince McMahon, Dixie Carter, and whoever the hell else runs these companies, is gonna be overrun. It's time at last for the Evolution takeover," Trips announced.

"To the greatest faction in wrestling history. To the Evolution of this business!" Flair toasted, despite having no champagne for the deed.

"To Evolution!" repeated his comrades. Triple H told them to split up now before anybody could see them. They did exactly so, Ric and the Game going into their own limousine, and the other two taking the roads they were going to take before being run into by their elder partners. Batista had a story to tell Matt Hardy and Rey Mysterio, even though he wasn't going to tell it just yet.

a/n: From this point on, I am going to deviate from what normally happened on Raw and Smackdown. I needed to set it up from the final week of 2005, because of that week's specific points.