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 11
Title: Inserted at Long Last
Show: Monday Night Raw (1/16/2006)
Summary: Vince McMahon gives Triple H a chance to be in the WWE Heavyweight Championship match at the Royal Rumble event.

"Hey, look. Call for an absence. You're not gonna be able to work both Friday and Saturday. Just go. Have one of your friends tell the boss man you can't be there Friday night, alright? How hard can it be?" Trips said to somebody on his cellular phone. After listening for their answer, he said he'll call them back later tonight and bye, then closed the phone. He was standing around the interviewer's area, where he was met by the WWE Women's Champion, Miss Jackie.

"Triple H?" she called, causing him to turn around.

"So Jackie, now you're, the Women's Champion around here, huh?" Trips acknowledged. "Well, good luck to you. I have a little bit of business to take care of."

"Glad I ran into you. Trips, I just want to say, thank you for finding me. I was getting tired of having to bite my way through Jeff Jarrett's traps and negotiations in order to get into TNA. At least this time around, I'm coming back to WWE with a little respect on me," she said.

"Well, I told Vince McMahon that you could kick my ass if you caught me by surprise. He didn't even pay attention when I said it was one of the hottest babes he's ever seen before," Trips replied in a half comical tone. "Say, by the way: speaking of the boss, have you seen him, Edge, or Cena around here today?"

"The Rated R Superstar is down that way," Jackie said, pointing to where she came from.

"Thanks," the Game said before going off in that direction and leaving the Colorful Belle all by herself. She merely had a smirk on her face and continued going the other way.

Back to Triple H. He successfully found Edge and Lita in their locker room, kissing with one another and with the WWE Heavyweight Championship.

"Look at you! Have you no shame at what you're doing to the WWE Title?" he said, interrupting the lovers' little session.

"Shame? Who the hell is that? I know you're not talking about Mr. McMahon's son, because that's Shane. With an 'n'," Edge retorted, never short of his clever remarks.

"You often talk about winning matches left and right, working your ass off for fourteen years, and having to deal with that chump stain partner Christian, as reason that you should have the WWE Title," Trips retorted. "As far as I'm concerned, you have no reason to be holding this belt. You embarrass it. How do you win the Title? The purest demonstration of a cheap shot. And how do you celebrate it?"

"Hey, what I do on my time is none of your business!"

"No," Trips cut in, disagreement all over his voice. "How do you celebrate the Title? By trying to have live sex in the middle of the ring, which is more disgusting than Mae Young and the Boogeyman's worms combined anywhere. How do I put it plain and simple? You suck!"

"Whatever. You can't do anything about it. You're in the back of the line, Triple H. You can't touch me," Edge boasted, thinking that the match being against Cena renders Triple H harmless. A confident smile crept across his and Lita's faces.

"Not anymore. I got a real good idea I sent a message to the boss last week," Trips countered. Edge's grin immediately died, as did Lita's. "And as far as I'm concerned, kid, you can drop the slut on your shoulder. She's not gonna help ya when it comes to the Game."

He walked off, leaving the Ballistic AC seething, before Lita reminded Edge to focus on what he needed to do tonight.

Tonight, the show began with Edge and Lita inside the ring, getting ready to pull on a promo.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Rated R Superstar, and your new WWE Heavyweight Champion, a stunning, sexy, and incredible man, Edge!" Lita proudly proclaimed, with a smile all over her face. Edge then raised his Championship in the air, summoning forth a large chorus of boos from the people. Even the girls in the audience certainly did not agree with Lita's description of the Artist of Awesomeness. She handed him her microphone, and he got ready to speak to the fans.

"I got a good few words for you all. And those few words are; the champ is here," Edge began, pointing to himself as well as coining a line from the man he beat eight nights ago for the WWE Title. This did not go over well with the Chain Gang. "Do you hear me? The champ is here! (boo!) Let me explain something to each and every one of you! I whooped John Cena's ass in less than two minutes for the WWE Title at New Year's Revolution! And contrary to the opinions of Cena and a certain game guy I know called Triple H who is absolutely desperate to get into this match, and now he knows how I felt last year about getting screwed over by authority, I have the right to celebrate my victory however the hell I want. And that meant live sex in the middle of the ring! You people, whether you like it or not, you would have gotten to see the Walking Kiss of Death placed in power over the Vanilla Scorch Cake! (small mixed response) Triple H had to pay merely $800 in damages over the bed he destroyed in that ring. Well, he should have paid $8 million along with that over the championship celebration that he destroyed! (boo!) Mr. McMahon, I need you to come out here right now and issue Triple H his due punishment. Please, Vince. You know it's the right thing to do."

After a while, Vince McMahon's music rang, and in that same trademark power walk, the WWE Chairman made his way to the squared circle, to the admiration and respect of the people.

"Well, quite frankly, Edge, I don't give a damn about the expenses Triple H paid over breaking the bed, and I'm sure he doesn't give a damn, and I'm telling you right now, I don't give a damn who was going to tower over who. To be honest, though, I was kind of looking forward to this thing. Triple H ruined what could have been one of the greatest shocking moments in Raw history. Therefore, he deserves to be put in jeopardy," Vince began.

"Yes, he does," Edge agreed wholeheartedly.

"SHUT UP!" Vince yelled out. Apparently, Edge was never supposed to speak. "And despite that, he also made a statement that he's not waiting around for the Royal Rumble match and WrestleMania. He wants to be WWE Heavyweight Champion, and he wants to be WWE Heavyweight Champion as soon as possible! Therefore, I have to respect that. Now, both statements being said, I am going to request that Triple H keep on his television set in his locker room and listen very closely to what I have to say. And what I have to say is simply this: get ready for an all or nothing handicap match. I'm going to put you in the ring against two people, a teacher and a pupil. You will be taking on the team of 'the Heartbreak Kid' Shawn Michaels (yeah!) and the 'Refined Southern Gentleman' Lance Cade. (boo.) If you can beat Michaels and Cade, you insert yourself in what would then be a triple threat match for the WWE Heavyweight Title between the Champion Edge, John Cena, and then yourself. However, if you lose in this match to Michaels and Cade, I've got just two words to describe your fate: YOU'RE FIRED!"

The fans cheered at the important notice from Vince McMahon, knowing that they were going to get a somewhat great match.

This match, Triple H vs. Lance Cade and Shawn Michaels, would turn out to be the main event tonight.

Sooner than later, 10:45 arrived, and the match finally began. Of course, Lance Cade went first, and he attacked Triple H right away during his entrance. Trips was now taking a flurry of right hands from the irritable Lance Cade. But the Game soon got out of it, and began fisting away on Cade himself. He irishwhipped him and gave him that leaping Harley Race knee to the head, knocking Cade down. Trips was already starting to feel the hype. He clotheslined Cade a couple of times, before kicking him in the midsection and going for the Pedigree. But before he could lock it in, he felt some Sweet Chin Music, courtesy of Shawn Michaels, sending the crowd into absolute frenzy! Michaels then placed Cade atop Triple H, left the ring, and waited to hear the three. But Trips instead kicked out! Cade got up and prepared to deal Trips with a DDT, when Trips suddenly lifted Cade and backtossed him over the top to the outside. Shawn Michaels then rushed into the ring and got into it with his former best friend, eventually winning the fight and irishwhipping Trips. When the Game came back, Michaels merely ducked under him and ran the other way. They came back again and met at the center of the ring, where Michaels took Trips down with a flying forearm smash. Shawn covered the Game, who kicked out after the two. They both got up, Michaels hit Trips with a couple of clotheslines, then a scoop slam. Shawn went up top, going for that Heartbreak Elbow off the top, but Triple H rolled out of the way.

Lance Cade then ran straight into the ring, before Triple H could get back up, and issued a few stomps to the Game. He stomped Trips all the way to the outside, then came down after him to roll him in the ring and get back in. Cade covered Trips, and got only a two count out of it. The Refined Southern Gentleman then began to complain to the referee, saying that it was three, while Shawn Michaels, finally got up and screamed at his former pupil to get in the game and stop whining, before walking back to his corner. Cade took that comment to heart, and now proceeded to forearm away at Trips' back before the Game could fully get up. Eventually, though, Trips burst up and pushed Cade away, knocking him down back to the other side of the ropes. A scared Cade got up and quickly tagged in the Showstopper before he could get hurt. Michaels and Triple H looked at each other now, having a staredown in the middle of the ring. The two former Kliq/Degeneration X best friends now got to trading punches, an argument that Shawn Michaels won, to fans' delight. He irishwhipped Triple H, who hung onto the ropes to stop himself and head out for awhile. Despite the jeers from the audience at this, that was a good move, as the Game had a little time to recover himself. However, it didn't exactly work, because Michaels shot himself over the top rope into a cross body on Triple H. Lance Cade, meanwhile, was smiling at Shawn's successful move, but not even doing anything.

When we came back from commercial break, Shawn Michaels had Triple H reeling and on the ropes. Trips was down on the ground crawling towards a corner, Michaels walking towards him. Shawn eventually picked up Triple H by the head, then irishwhipped him from corner to corner, after which Trips suddenly fell down and started favoring his knee. Michaels immediately became concerned, as no one likes to see even their opponent injured under normal circumstances. Shawn and the referee came closer and looked on worried. The referee asked Trips if he was okay. Lance Cade looked on with equal concern etched on his face, though not stepping through the ropes to get in and ask about it. Then, Triple H let go of the knee, tripped Shawn Michaels flat on his back by taking one of the legs from the shin, got right back up, and stomped Michaels' midsection, a questionable move the fans did not like. This began a period of control for Triple H which involved choke holds, Harley Race knees, scoop slams, and headlocks. Speaking of which, one of said headlocks, Shawn Michaels got out of, but he could not successfully run to the ropes before Triple H got him and pulled him down by the hair. Trips walked around the ring now, partially catching his breath a little bit, partially displaying his calm dominance to the people. Trips then waited for Michaels to get back up before hitting him with a couple of stiff right hands in the corner. Michaels then went on a quick flurry of right hands to escape the corner, and one ended up knocking down the Cerebral Assassin. The Heartbreak Kid then went to the outside after Triple H, who hit him square in the face, knocking him down. Lance Cade suddenly decided to rush into the ring to exit on the other side with a baseball slide on Triple H, earning a few cheers from the crowd and blasting the King of Kings right onto the guardrail. The unlikely union of student and teacher seemed to be working effectively.

After the referee's ring out count for to seven, Shawn Michaels got up and rolled in. The count broke. Triple H followed suit. Shawn hit Trips with a right hand, but took a thumb to the eye right afterwards. Michaels ended up with his throat against the second rope. Trips applied his knee to choke his former homey between knee and rope. When the referee's disqualification count reached four, Trips let go, and Michaels went down. Then, Trips choked Michaels' throat down with his hand. Again, referee counted to four, Trips let go. The Game then got in a facelock on Michaels, who, after some willpower from himself and from the fans, got up and out of it. He leaned forward against the ropes after a while, but then went for Sweet Chin Music. Triple H saw it coming, so he blocked it, then tried the old snap and roll. Michaels, though, used the momentum to hit Trips with a spinning leg lariat! Michaels, using more of his heart, managed to tag in Lance Cade right before Triple H got up. Cade, though, went in after Trips and missed with a clothesline, which Trips ducked under. Triple H then kicked Lance Cade in the midsection and got him in the Pedigree! Trips came over to the almost up Shawn Michaels and kicked him down to the outside, then covered Cade. 1, 2, 3!

"Here is your winner, Triple H!"

As Lilian Garcia shouted this out, Triple H got his hand raised by the referee, then went up to the turnbuckle and raised his hand out in that trademark pose saying that he is the Game. He was suddenly met from nowhere by screaming fans and a flurrying John Cena! Cena had Trips cowering in the corner! It was amazing! Cena eventually took Trips and irishwhipped him… straight into a Spear from Edge! Edge and Cena then stared each other down, and then went punching away at one another uncontrollably! This was as rough a fight as Edge vs. Matt Hardy! The referees and other officials had to arrive and separate the two men. In the meantime, Triple H got something from underneath the ring. Cena and Edge managed to break away from the officials and get on each other, before getting restrained again, which Trips took advantage of to nail Cena in the head with a sledgehammer! He was about to do the other deed to Edge, when Lita suddenly grabbed the hammer. Trips jerked it away from her, then put it down and stalked away at her. He came towards her, and she was crawling herself away from him. Then, he grabbed her, forcefully rolled her into the ring, slid in himself, grabbed her up by the hair before she could get away, and planted a major kiss on her, right in front of Edge! Lita was stunned and breathless at the effects, which included the "slut" chants. Edge finally jerked himself free from the restraining WWE officials and went for another Spear on Triple H, but the Game sidestepped it, and the Queen of Extreme wound up getting Speared unconscious by her own boyfriend! Edge saw it, and looked completely shocked, like he was about to explode in tears. Triple H licked his lips and smiled, before leaving the ring. Fans once again reacted however they wished. Many cheered, yet still, many jeered. The Game left the ring and walked up the ramp, confident as ever. John Cena is lain bloody on the outside. Lita's got the wind knocked out of her inside the ring. Edge is kneeling at Lita's side, prepared at any moment to burst in either rage or tears. Three words Triple H had to be thinking in his mind:

"This is Evolution."