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
14
Title: Allies Under Question
Show: Monday
Night Raw (1/23/2006)
Summary: Edge and John Cena compete in a
tag team match against each other as Triple H contemplates one member
of his team.
Triple H, John Cena, and WWE Heavyweight Champion Edge have all been summoned by WWE Chairman Vince McMahon to be inside his office for some reason. As they awaited Mr. McMahon, who was out on business as usual, the three competitors who would meet at the Royal Rumble for Edge's WWE Championship looked crossly at each other. There was nothing short of hatred etched on each and every face. Finally, after five minutes, Vincent Kennedy McMahon re-entered his house running quarters.
"Gentlemen," he said as he walked past them to stand in front of his office desk. "Glad you could make it here and not trash my office."
"Wasn't exactly easy with these two in here," Cena shot in.
"Thank you very much, now can I please begin?" Vince asked, annoyed at the interruption. Cena nodded. Vince continued. "I have a match set up prior to New Year's Revolution. However, only two of you can be in it. It is a 'Pick Your Partner' tag team match. Now, here's the way it works. One of you will not be involved in this match, and will be barred from ringside during the match. We will decide that by way of two coins, which I will throw onto my desk. If both coins land on heads, Edge will not be in the match. If both coins are tails, John Cena will not be in the match. If the sides are different, then Triple H will not be in the match. How's that sound?"
"So, what you're sayin' is, any one of us could get an opportunity to not compete tonight and scout the other two in this 'Pick Your Partner' match, and you're gonna decide who it is wit' two coins?" Cena asked with a quizzical look on his face. The Doctor of Thuganomics didn't exactly seem too sure of this.
"Doesn't sound like an original McMahon Plan if you ask me," Edge said. Sounds like for once, those two guys can agree on something.
"I don't feel like an original McMahon Plan right now," Vince countered the insubordinate employees' complaints. "I just hope two of you are ready to earn your stripes. Because if anyone sucks, they're out! Besides, while the rest could be a stamina advantage, it could also be a momentum and adrenaline disadvantage. So, this is actually a game of chance from start to finish."
Vince then took two coins out of his pocket and flipped each of them onto the table. The first one, he saw, was heads. Edge smiled, knowing that John Cena was the one who was going to be in the match just from that. But then, the smile came right back to Cena, as Vince saw the second coin was tails. Triple H was out.
"Thank you, gentlemen, and good bye. And as Mick Foley would say, have a nice day."
Mr. McMahon's subjects left with that sendoff. As Edge and Cena almost burst into a fight, Trips laughed at them and walked off. He then left the arena and called someone on the phone.
"Hey, great job out there Saturday night. I can't wait until the Royal Rumble. Catch you at the big show, alright? Good."
He then started thinking about something. Triple H has an entire Iverson roster set up, yet lately, he's had his doubts about one of the members. Sure, the group's got every Title but his own, but is everyone the best for the job? He decided that he'll deal with those thoughts after tonight's show. Ric Flair was coming back, not to compete in a match, but to make a slight appearance, and he wanted to make sure that Flair didn't get himself into too much trouble.
Miss Jackie was relaxing with her Women's Championship in her locker room, when Victoria suddenly barged in, in a really bad mood.
"Hey, Jackie," Victoria greeted, the anger becoming obvious through her voice.
"Victoria. What are you doing here?" Jackie demanded, standing up to her rival.
"What the hell did you do with Mr. McMahon?" Victoria suddenly asked, surprising Jackie a small bit. "I just heard that you are defending your Women's Championship in a five woman over the top battle royal/one fall to the finish challenge match, and it doesn't have me in it!"
"Who does it have?" a curious Jackie asked.
"Trish Stratus, Mickie James, Ashley, and guess who else: Lita. But maybe you already knew or I shouldn't have told you that," Victoria replied.
"Lita?" Jackie repeated in surprise
"You needed to be punished for Triple H causing Edge to Spear Lita. Or, you were confident that that Spear was going to make her a liability you could take advantage of, so you seduced Mr. McMahon into getting her in this and not me," Victoria explained with the same angry face. Jackie's mouth gaped open and her eyes widened in shock as she heard the accusations.
"Victoria, enough. You can barge in here and get angry about this match not having you in it. I hardly even knew anything about it. But if you're gonna say I'm doing what your fellow Skanketeers do with Mr. McMahon, as if everyone did, you'll have to deal with me in the ring," Jackie stated. "I'm guessing all this is you challenging me for my Title tonight because you don't have the chance at the Royal Rumble. Looks like I accept."
"Fine. Just prepare to be the ex-Women's Champion."
Before the actual beginning of the show, Edge and Lita had a movie trailer featuring some of the things he'd been doing lately, and talking about how at the Royal Rumble, he was going to take them "To the Edge". The show began, of course, with Edge and Lita coming out to the ring and accepting the world's worth of jeers while flaunting their relationship. Joey Styles and Jerry Lawler mentioned Edge and Cena's "Pick Your Partner" tag team match against each other.
"Coming soon to a WrestleMania near you, the Rated R Superstar, the WWE Heavyweight Champion, EDGE!" Lita shouted, again introducing Edge with pride, and the people hating her. She then gave Edge her microphone, and the smiling Sparks Man began talking.
"There, you just saw that movie trailer previewing 'To the Edge', the movie that I will be starring in through my successful defense against John Cena and Triple H at the Royal Rumble," Edge began. "All I know is, Triple H and Cena are sub-cast members. I will go through both of them and retain my spot on top of this business, whether you people like it or not! (boo!) Throughout my career, I've been a great Champion, and I've also been a ridiculed underdog. I made it up in this business the hard way. First, I had to deal with that chumpstain tag team partner Christian, and I don't know why I'm calling him that, because we had a lot of fun, and we grew up together. Hence part of why we called ourselves brothers. Then, I went on my own, winning several Tag Team Titles with others, including my hero 'the Immortal' Hulk Hogan, (yeah! (finally)) winning Intercontinental Titles, US Titles, and the end of my time teaming with Christian basically stemmed around me winning King of the Ring in 2001. Christian had a little success too, but not as much as me. Hence why I say I carried the team. Soon after Kane took Lita away from Matt Hardy, I finally got tired of the crap that was going on. Lita was being forced to be with Kane. I was continuing to get overlooked as far as the World Heavyweight Championship. So I did all I could to finally step up and be in the picture, and you people stopped cheering me from that point forward. As angry as that would have made me about five years ago, I enjoyed it, and I'm continuing to enjoy it now. (boo!) Especially after the love triangle fiasco restarted my rivalry with Matt Hardy and made it personal between him and me, I get to be the grand asshole of this company. And just like those McDonald's commercials say, I'm lovin' it! (boo!) But listen to me. I am the WWE Heavyweight Champion, and it is going to stay that way. I won the WWE Title by going to the edge of the rules with my Money in the Bank contract. Hence why even though it's gone, my people still call me Mr. Money in the Bank! (boo.) I had live sex celebration written all over two weeks ago, until Triple H and his damn sledgehammer came into the picture. What is it, Hunter? What's goin' on, Trips? Huh? Are you jealous of me and Lita because you used to have something like this? Or do you somehow think you're gonna make me be a transitional champion like Mick Foley or the Iron Sheik? (boo.) That's right. They were transitional champions! They won the WWE Title for one week and were never heard from again! Not like me! Maybe my two challengers forgot, but I did once state on Raw that when I cash in my Money in the Bank, the resulting WWE Championship reign would last longer than all sixteen of Ric Flair's reigns combined! This match will be my crowning achievement. Forget the rivalry with Matt Hardy! Forget me and Lita screwing him twice! Forget the Awesomeness Dynasty of Edge & Christian! In six nights, I, Adam ' 'the Rated R Superstar' Edge' Copeland, will finally etch my name into the history of this business!"
Almost as soon as he said that, Triple H's music started up, much to the glee of the fans. The Game came out, dressed in a fancy suit again, and walked all the way to the bottom of the ramp before using the microphone in his hand to speak.
"Now, Edge. Can you or someone you know please explain to me how you're not the one eating crap all day in the locker room instead of the Boogeyman?" Trips asked, beginning his piece to this promo with some laughter for the crowd. "You're over here mentioning Matt Hardy and Christian as if they were a big deal. I know you live off being booed, Edge, but your heat from Hardy, and your talk about carrying the Creepy Little Bastard through the first seven something years of your professional careers ain't gonna get you anywhere. Last I recall, however, both you and Matt Hardy lost some fans from that. You and the ho over here lost about at least 80 of your Edge Army because you'd been secretly sneaking around and betraying your commitments to Lisa Ortiz and to Matt Hardy for… well, actually, I'm not even sure whether it was three months or two years anymore, but I don't give a crap about that now because it doesn't concern me. And Matt Hardy, in an attempt to rally on his Mattitude Followers to bring him back, basically took a trip to the 'Waahmbulance' strategy. Anyone who didn't side with him was against him for that, and still has lost a tremendous amount of respect for Matt Hardy. Hell, there are even some people who turned off the TV or changed station to stop watching Raw the minute you two came on trying to kill each other again and again during the show. (mixed reactions) Oh, and as for you not being a transitional champion: I severely question that. I mean, weren't you the guy who won his first Intercontinental Championship at a house show against that crap stain from TNA, Jeff Jarrett, and then lost it the very next night on Raw? (cheers and laughs) (a flustered Edge begins mouthing off in anger back inside the ring) You were the Intercontinental Champion in 1999 for one day! From what I know, you're the most transitional Intercontinental Champion in wrestling history! Anyway, at the Royal Rumble, it is time for the Game to finally arise once again! The King of Kings will get back on his throne for the first time since WrestleMania 21! I will become an 11-time Heavyweight Champion, and you will once again be known as a transitional champion! And based on the kinda contact you two have been having in this ring since getting rid of Matt Hardy, I'd have to judge and say that you're also gonna be a transitional lover soon."
John Cena's music attacked next, sending the crowd into an absolute frenzy! The Doctor of Thuganomics then came out, decked in his Word Life cap, along with one of his Chain Gang shirts and jeans, getting the crowd to pump up with his own adrenaline. In the midst of that, he finally spoke with his own microphone in hand.
"Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte! How's it goin', everybody! Stand up!" Cena blasted out, leading to another pop from the streets. "You see these people whoopin' and hollerin' out here, guys? Trips, Edge, this ain't for you. This for da man who's gonna become WWE Champion again! And that is me! But then again, I saw da movie trailer for 'To the Edge', and man, I gotta say, that movie is big. But not only did I see the preview like everybody else saw, but I also got a bootleg copy o' da movie, you know what I'm sayin? (yeah!) And you're right. Every single thing you guys mentioned here is in this. It's got a lotta history in there! I mean, first, it shows these two immature young boys from Toronto comin' up in the business, playin' vampire wit' a washed up Gothic Dracula, joinin' an evil cult and worshippin' a 'dark god' for no apparent reason, then finally breakin' off from all that and winnin' seven Tag Team Titles together, against another couple of crazy boys, plus some old guys that them boys had to face. Then, it shows one of 'em gettin' crowned. Royalty. Jealousy. Hatred. Betrayal. Fightin' between the two. Then, they finally break their separate ways, have their separate success, but finally got over the grudge and still talkin' to each other a lil' bit. Finally, the older boy makes friends with one of the crazy boys. He then goes on to abuse that friendship in the typical storyline of 'boy meets ho'. (yea haha!) (Edge and Lita start talking trash off the mic again) While he and the crazy boy's ho are both out wit' neck injuries, they get in touch, and begin to fool around. Then, they make their comebacks, and it eventually leads to revelation and greatness. They got Money in the Bank. They claimed a Gold Rush. They successfully screwed another man's career and love life. Then, they got it all. The WWE Title. A live sex celebration in the middle of the ri… oh, yeah, Triple H screwed that. (haha.) Then, the boy and his ho go to Miami. The Royal Rumble. A triple threat defense of the WWE Heavyweight Championship. The boy's opponents are a thug and an assassin. Everybody's watchin' to see the now hated boy overcome adversity. The match then turns out to be just between the thug and the assassin, cause the boy steps into the middle of the ring and proceeds to take the worst ass kicking of his entire life!" (yeah!)
"That's just not gonna happen, Cena!" Edge yelled out in hopes of interrupting Cena's speech.
"Oh, oh, and I know you don't want me to spoil the ending, but then it goes way left. You never woulda seen it comin'," Cena continued to fanatic delight despite the Ballistic AC going… well, ballistic, in the ring. "The thug then beats the assassin (Triple H stops smiling) in a hard fought battle which sees the boy get no chance in hell. (Edge has on his angry face) The boy loses the WWE Title. He loses his main event spot. The recognition that took fifteen years and takin' somebody else's chick and turnin' her into his ho!… is gone. And tragically, he even loses his ho. (yea haha!) (Edge and Lita complain in the ring again) Turns out, she slips and falls in love with either the boy's disappointed hero Hulk 'Ho'gan, or Hacksaw Jim Duggan. fans chant along here HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Okay, shut up!" Lita finally yelled through hers and Edge's microphone. For her own trouble, the young redhead ended up having to suffer through "You's a ho!" chants, upsetting even further the already upset look on her face. "Now, I really don't know who this 'ho' is you speak of. (you!) All I do know, Cena, is that you and Edge each have to select different partners tonight, and the Game here cannot be in there at all! And I know that the champ won't have any trouble finding a partner. On the other hand, nobody wants to be friends with John Cena. Oh, but John: if you can't seem to find anyone to play with, maybe you should just pick me so you can look like you have a partner, or maybe you can just play with yourself."
"Yeah, sounds like she got ya there, huh?" Trips laughed, as the fans were in awe at the diss from Lita.
"Actually, naw, I can't play wit' you, cause I don't play wit' nobody that sucks, ya feel me?" Cena answered back, leading to more cheers. Lita finally shrugged something off.
"Hey, hey, I just came up with something. Lita, you insert Edge into your mouth every night, right? Well, all things considered, congratulations. It seems we finally got you to let something of substance go out of your mouth," Trips joked. Continuing to be haggled with how much of a tramp she is, Lita, along with Edge, finally got frustrated enough to demand an end to the jokes.
"Yeah, you're right. Enough jokes. You gave us a preview? Well, tonight, I'm about to give my own preview of what's about to happen at the Royal Rumble," Cena said. It seems there's a lot of Chain Gang soldiers. They're blasting off about everything he's saying. "Just be careful, Triple H, you ain't ready for this. And Edge, even though you're standin' next to a little bitch, this Sunday at the Rumble, I'm gon' make you my little bitch."
"And then, Edge, courtesy of the Game, you're gonna go from 'Rated R Superstar' to 'Rated G'," Trips continued the story, of course his way. "'G' for 'gone', the WWE Title. 'G' for 'gold', which your transitional champion screwball headed little ass will never see again. 'G' for 'gonorrhea', which is a little present your ho's gonna leave behind. And 'G' for 'Game', because the next WWE Champion is the Game, and he is that damn good."
"Yo, you messed up on the story there a lil' bit. It says 'the thug beats the assassin'," Cena corrected the Game.
"I think that's where you got a little mixed up," Trips replied.
"I am not a transitional champion," Edge said out of nowhere, earning a "Transit Man!" chant. "Shut up! I am not a transitional champion!"
"I think you two are the only ones in the arena who feel that way," Cena pointed out to Edge and Lita based on the crowd reactions. "Anyway, I'm out. Catch you in the ring later, transitional champion. A-HAAA!"
As Cena's theme song came on, the Doctor of Thuganomics left. Edge and Lita were seething in frustration. Trips merely shook his head and sighed at these idiots. The crowd was relishing in every single bit of it.
Almost immediately afterwards, Vince McMahon's sly spirit devil girls were all in his office.
"So, ladies, what can I do for you?" Vince asked. Torrie Wilson, Candice Michelle, and Victoria were all so hot. But in this case, one was very angry.
"Where is my title match? I thought I told you about an hour ago that Jackie accepted my challenge!" Victoria yelled out.
"I'm sorry, Victoria, but you and Miss Jackie don't make the matches. I do. Besides, I feel that it would be much more worthwhile for you to get happy with the boss tonight like your friends here rather than get into a Women's Championship match. We'll save that opportunity for later, when it would be a smarter idea than it is now to go for the gold," Vince advised her. "So, Jackie is off tonight, and so are you. But while we're all at it, make yourself at home. I need to head out to the ring."
On that note, Vince McMahon had left the ring. Following the commercial break, the Chairman was already out in the center of the squared circle with his theme music blaring all over this arena.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Charlotte, North Carolina's own, 'the Nature Boy' Ric Flair!"
"WOOO!"
The entire Charlotte Coliseum was ready to see Ric Flair come out from behind the curtains, styling and profiling the way he usually does, with a whole lot of flair. What they got, was Flair's titantron video going on for seventeen seconds, a shot of Flair doing the "Wooo!" in front of a camera somewhere else, seemingly at a nightclub. Despite him not being right there, they went right along with him.
"Hey, guys! I would come here tonight, but I got more important things to worry about!" Flair stated openly.
"Like…?" Mr. McMahon asked from inside the ring.
"I'm back home tonight! I'd be in the arena, but I'm feelin' so good I just gotta party!" Flair continued to exclaim, the audience going wild. "Oh, and fans, don't worry about my job, because I already told Vince McMahon to interview me from in here. Speaking of the boss, go ahead and shoot, Vince."
"I got only one thing to tell you, though, Ric," Vince began. "You got a defense of your Intercontinental Title coming up at Sunday night's Royal Rumble event, and your opponent in the ring is none other than the Best Damn Athlete Period, Shelton Benjamin."
"Best Damn Athlete Period or not, he is still a mama's boy, and mama's boys don't beat the Nature Boy for the Intercontinental Championship! Wooo!" Flair responded. "I'm off to continue my partyin', and I'm gonna tell you right now, I've already got three ladies begging for my number! I'm here to have a whole lotta fun while I'm at home, save the business for the Royal Rumble! fans go along Wooo!"
The Titantron view of Flair at the club left, but his music did not.
"There you have it! The Nature Boy is in, and he's ready to defend the Intercontinental Championship!" Vince yelled out with a smile on his face. The entire audience was going "Wooo!" and going bananas with cheers for their hometown legend, Ric Flair.
As for the "Pick Your Partner" tag team match, Triple H was so intent on going to the club with Jackie so she could catch Flair for him that he didn't even bother to pay attention to it. If he had, he would have known that John Cena (with partner Shawn Michaels) completely cleaned Edge's (with partner Chris Masters) clock. Edge and Lita ended up running away as Masters took both the finishing moves of his opponents, first Shawn's Sweet Chin Music, then the process of walking right into John's F-U and getting pinned 1, 2, 3. Cena and Michaels celebrated in the ring, confident of two things: Shawn's Rumble, Cena's Title. Edge and Lita were yelling at the ramp that the Rated R Superstar's keeping the Title.
