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
19
Title: A New Era Dawns
Show: WWE Monday
Night Raw (1/30/2006)
Summary: The reunited Evolution appears in
the public eye for the first time since establishing their hold on
the industry.
"Guys, I came to each of you a month ago to tell you that I'm ready to restart Evolution to be better than ever in every way. And that was reflected in the new team contract we signed, and that contract goes into effect tonight. Hell, it went into effect last night when we beat the living hell out of Edge, Cena, and the referee, to get me my WWE Title! Now, we're in complete control, baby!"
These were the words of Triple H when he was addressing his championship crew of four (excluding himself) before the show on Raw. Of course, they pretty much knew that they were the first ones that the Raw audience was going to see tonight.
As the show began, Lilian Garcia was in the ring, and the fans were cheering, pretty much in the know as far as who she was about to introduce.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the elite unit featuring the WWE Women's Champion Maria, the WWE Intercontinental Champion Ric Flair, the World Heavyweight Champion Batista, the NWA Heavyweight Champion Randy Orton, and the WWE Heavyweight Champion Triple H, Evolution!"
The music then started up, and the audience was obviously on Evolution's side. Then, out came Randy Orton, followed by Batista, followed by a smiling, styling, and profiling Ric Flair. After him came Maria, then Triple H. They all stood at the stage and raised their Championships within their right arms, and then the pyro came on. Maria, of course, held the beaming smile. The group, Triple H first, and Maria underneath Orton's arm, walked down the ramp confidently and coolly as the standing ovation simmered down a slight bit. Trips and Flair let Maria get into the ring first, and the lady in the shiny gray camisole and black skirt leaned back against the ropes and smiled, as the boys each got in and did their specific taunts and poses, the Evolution music and lighting still apparent, along with these cheers. Joey Styles, Jerry Lawler, and Coach finally all agreed on something; Evolution is back in the house, and is better than ever, and dare stress the Titles, they are in complete control of this entire industry. Eventually, each member got a microphone. Out of nowhere, an "E-V!" chant broke out as the Evolution faithful were obviously piled into the TD Waterhouse Centre in Orlando, Florida. Randy Orton decided to speak first.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am the youngest Heavyweight Champion in WWE history, and now the fastest NWA Heavyweight Champion in history. I am 'the Legend Killer' Randy Orton! And this is Evolution!" he blasted out, a beaming smile following the statement. Amazingly enough, considering his jackass record, Randy was completely cheered for!
"Now, people. I didn't come here for you to cheer for us, and I didn't come here for you to boo us. Recognize us either way or any way, and it is perfectly okay," Trips said, taking over speaking duties for the time being. "But just for the curious ear's satisfaction, let me tell you how all of this came about. You see, back when we were in Evolution, Randy Orton and Batista were up-and-coming guys that needed to become big names with guidance. That guidance, along with the privilege of standing in the face of greatness and a whole lot of fun, came with the membership to the group that Flair and I began: Evolution. We had Tag Team Titles, Intercontinental Championships, and my constant position in the race for the World Heavyweight Title, along with everything I mentioned. I will admit this. It's part of the reason I'm an eleven time Heavyweight Champion. (cheers of respect) But then, the group deteriorated. Yes, Orton breached the contract that I'm the only permissible World Champion in Evolution. He apparently forgot all about it, and he ended up paying the price for breach of contract. After that, Batista became more and more independent until he kicked my ass to take the World Championship. I didn't like Ric Flair anymore because I considered him an old man. And so, the team went from potential greatest regime in history to dead, just like that. But lately, we've been having problems. For myself, it was having to deal with that oversized basketball player we call the Big Show. (boo!) For Ric Flair, it was the incessant, annoying, never-knowing-when-to-show-some-respect-and-shut-his-mouth I Care About Me Guy constantly trying to bash his career in half because of one beat down on the streets by a guy who probably didn't know how to show the proper respect to Ric Flair either. Randy Orton, your great Legend Champion, was so far down after gettin' his ass handed to him by the Undertaker that he actually subjected himself to being Booker T's own personal Orlando Jordan for that United States Championship series. Of course, while he did make history in there as well, it was completely embarrassing. Meantime, 'Big Dave' Batista had the biggest problem of them all. Your Animal had to deal with Mark Henry, Melina, and MNM constantly harassing at him. Melina calls the sexual assault network on a complete farce, Henry constantly jumps Batista, threatens to take him out, and goes from unrostered, no-shot waste of strength to Ohio Valley mid card to instant super freak threat to the World Championship. (boo.) That's where Evolution came in. I got sick and tired of seeing all these damn idiots running around, messin' with our lives like they were the kings of the universe!"
"So, that's when Triple H came into my locker room, and eventually convinced me to join in on this great little dominion scheme," Ric Flair then continued on his own mic, and the "Wooo!" was all you heard in here for one moment. "The Game reminded me about the fact that the problems we were experiencing at the moment, we never dealt with this kind of garbage from anyone else before. And why? Because of Evolution. We were the unstoppable force! (yeah!) So, I agreed to start this over. We then secretly arrived at Smackdown that week and got Randy Orton and Batista to go along with the plan as well. However, the story wasn't exactly finished."
"The great plan of the Evolution dominion required complete equality among the members. We are all just too elite now to be going on kissing one another's asses," Batista intervened. He was then cheered for, and he eventually heard his name get chanted. After a good fifteen seconds, though, he continued speaking. "But what else we had to get established was that this time, Evolution was going to have a first lady. (yeah!) Now, how did it get to Maria, you ask? It's really simple. During the discussion, we tried to figure out what girl around here was not easy, disagreeable, or just plain too soft for the team. We figured out easily who that would be. And that woman was the one who had been getting screwed around by Jeff Jarrett at Total Nonstop Action, Miss Jackie Gayda. (small cheers) She became the crafty Women's Champion, true. But after awhile, Triple H began to question whether she was the best person for the job, despite having complete confidence in her and making a perfect pitch for Vince McMahon to unwittingly allow her back into the company. Over the past couple of weeks, Randy Orton had taken Maria under his wing, and was training the Sweet Little Girl to be a viable wrestler. He saw in a couple of matches she had that she was a good opportunist and that she indeed had a limited array of skill. But he knew she could be better than that, better than Jackie, so he helped her get there. Eventually, Randy conversed with Triple H and they finally decided to dump over Miss Jackie for Maria. And so, we told Maria to get Shane McMahon to convince his father to bring the winner of Jackie's five woman match to immediately go up against her in a defense right afterwards, and we all know the McMahons' only weakness from time to time is hot women. (small cheers) So, Shane and Vince were both reached by this, Maria stole the Women's Title from Lita, and then, Jackie Gayda thought she was with us, but she was the replaced weak link among us. (boo.) From there, the rest is history." Maria then asked Batista to quiet down because she wanted to speak. The Leviathan agreed, and on was the Sweet Little Girl.
"Okay, I just want everybody to know that Evolution is the greatest clique EVERRRR!" she yelled out in enthusiasm, jumping around a little bit and inspiring the crowd to cheer along. She did stop soon, though, and begin to talk. "Now, I just thought everybody needed to know about our contract. You know, the one that brings Evolution back to the dance? (Wooo!) There's a difference between our new contract and the old Evolution contract. See, the stipulation that Triple H is the leader and the only permissible World Heavyweight Champion is no longer in this contract, obviously, because we have three Heavyweight Champions. (small cheers) But, there is something else that is in it. That something else is that from the first moment we stand together with all the Championships we needed to get, none of us are exclusive to any WWE or TNA show. Which means we can show up on Raw, Smackdown, and TNA's Impact any time we want. (yeah!) How do I put this? We've got all the Titles, and usually one Champion basically calls the shots in his brand. But we have all the best gold, plus we can show up anytime, anywhere. Basically, we own the business. And this is Evolution. So, anyone that-"
"You think you know me."
And everybody knows who's about to come out to the ring right now. Edge and Lita come out, and tonight, they're not concerned about showing off what a great couple they are in the middle of the ring. Each of them is coming down to the ramp in a very angry mood. And for once, they restrained from one another, allowing some people to cheer for their interruption of Evolution. Triple H clapped his hands, apparently seeing that the fans got his point about "any reaction they want." Anyway, before you knew it, the Rated R Superstar had already slid in the ring, and the Queen of Extreme, who for once was not wearing Rated R gear, was on the steps and coming up to the ring. Edge had a mic of his own.
"Hey, you guys! I don't care about your big contracts, or about who the Evolution first lady is, even though you cooked your plan right there by picking the dummy, (ohhh!) or what reason anyone had for coming into Evolution. I don't even care about the fact that nobody is kissing Triple H's ass," Edge stated plainly, the angry spewing out from his voice. "What I do care about, plain and simple, is the fact that the boys here screwed me out of my WWE Heavyweight Championship! I should be the Champion. I Speared John Cena! I should have had the victory on that cover! It was 1, 2, and about to be 3, but then, Evolution's music comes up. Then, it dies down. Then, Triple H gives me a Pedigree. And two repetitions of the music later, I get hit by the Leviathan Spinebuster, the Batista Bomb, and the Figure Four! Not to mention Batista threw my girlfriend right into the middle of Miami's horn dog fans, and it's not like Orlando's any better, so shut up! (boo!) Oh, but then again-"
The arena then went into an excited frenzy. The next entrance theme was "The Time Is Now", the entrance music of the former WWE Champion before Edge, John Cena! The Doctor of Thuganomics came out, full of energy, pumping up the crowd, and when it came walking to the ring time, he didn't exactly let up there. He excitedly raised up the Word Life sign when he got in the ring, and Edge and Evolution did not exactly look too happy about it, unlike the Chain Gang soldiers that littered this arena. Cena, like Edge, had his own mic out with him.
"Actually, Edge, you ain't got a right to be talkin'. By yourself, you're more desperate to get laid than the entire city of Babylon," Cena joked, much to fans' delight. "But I seriously gotta agree with you on somethin', Edge. You see, for once, you are absolutely right. Evolution did screw you out of the WWE Championship. Not only that, they also screwed me."
"Hey, you weren't screwed, Cena!" Edge shot in disagreement.
"I wasn't screwed?" Cena asked in wide-eyed disbelief. "You were the only one that got screwed there?"
"No! You were not screwed! That would be implying that you even had a chance! Without this Evolution business ever starting off, those two false alarms wouldn't have happened, and I'd still be the WWE Champion! I was covering your ass 1, 2, 3, but then, these chumps had to get in the way!" Edge yelled out, frustrated as hell, and pretty much unappreciated as hell, too.
"I got the Protoplex on Triple H, and I was about to get him in the F-U! Twice! First time, you Speared me! Second time, Evolution! How'm I s'posed to win a damn match with that?" Cena complained.
"Listen. I'm on top of the world right now, and I represent Evolution as the World Heavyweight Champion," Batista finally restated to interrupt the argument between the groups' two foes, leading to cheers in the audience. "And one thing that I don't like is two guys coming out here to fight us not being able to do anything other than battle amongst themselves and go around killing each other on microphones that shouldn't even be out here because we already took five. So, I'm gonna challenge one of you to a match on Smackdown for my World Championship, and I know which one of you has any kind of guts. (yeah!) So, Cena! If you want, you get a free trip to Smackdown, to face me for the World Heavyweight Championship!"
And what a declaration Batista just made! Putting his Championship up for grabs against Cena, just five days after not only successfully defending it against Mark Henry, but also establishing Evolution as the reigning imperial machine in the entire industry! You know the people were all for it, especially since Batista and Cena were the two men who kept the Heavyweight Championships from WrestleMania 21 all the way into 2006.
"I would complain about why not me, but I got somethin' else in mind for you guys anyway," Edge began. "See, for a long time, I've been Mr. Money in the Bank, the Rated R Superstar. Through it all, I've faced last man standing matches, the angriest times in my career, victory after victory being undermined, and because of the controversy surrounding me and Lita, having to stall my career for months because Kane, Matt Hardy, and every fan that ever knew me constantly kept getting on my case and trying to kill me with this crap about how could I be so evil, or what was I thinking, or why did I cheat on my wife and betray my best friend at the same time? (small cheers) Well, here's a perfect explanation for ya. Matt Hardy was never my best friend! (boo!) Through the entire picture, basically our whole careers, I had to deal with Lisa Ortiz and Val Venis's sister as if they had me completely satisfied, when the one girl I wanted most was staring me in the face, and telling me, telling the whole world, that she was in love with Matt Hardy. And when I looked at them, I knew that he was superficial and incompetent as a boyfriend. He had too much tunnel vision to think about the here and now of their relationship. That fueled a fire in me to the point where even if he improved that quality of himself, which to his credit he did, and even if our tag team rivalry allowed him and I to become friends, which to his credit again did happen, the minute I got bored enough with whatever girl I had was the minute I asked Lita out. That moment came during Matt's injury. Not mine, not Lita's. Matt's! Three months later, we were having our affair, and Matt recovered from his injury. But before making his comeback, he and my damn wife found out. Matt was kept off television because of it, and he eventually blabbed it out despite Vince McMahon telling him not to because it would destroy the loyalty of the Edge Army. He got fired for doing it, and that's when all the hell started. But through it all, there was somebody. Somebody that I knew very well. This somebody is the reason I say Matt was never my best friend. That's because this somebody was my best friend. Always have been, always will be. And you already know who he is. Like Matt Hardy, he obviously didn't like what I did. Like Matt, he was equally disappointed in Lita. And like Matt, he wondered how the hell could this happen. But unlike Matt, this person expressed his disappointment in us only once, and then brushed it in the back of his mind. Unlike Matt, he was smart and proud, too smart and proud for going to the measures of using the Internet to go into the 'Waahmbulance' strategy and talk about a damn 'Angelic Diablo' personality to rally on our fanatic troops to try to destroy my career and make my life a living hell. Unlike Matt Hardy, this man managed to save face with both me and you the fans! (small cheers) Unlike Matt Hardy, this guy eventually did wish the best for me and Lita and then move on with his life! And despite the fact that he openly stated that he joined TNA because he wanted nothing to do with this, he still knows I'm really a good guy to be around despite all this shit! And because of that, after I saw Randy Orton, Batista's former Evolution buddy, be the only TNA guy Batista didn't beat up last night, after Maria snuck up from behind and pinned Lita for the Women's Championship after the real match was already done, taking a page from me, I was able to call this guy and tell him to tell his boss, Dixie Carter, to pay attention to the show, because being four moves ahead of you dumbasses like I usually am, (boo!) I kinda knew something fishy was about to go down last night. And not only did the call get paid attention to, but because of this, I've got the guy in this arena tonight! (yeah!) And so, for once, you people can appreciate one of my smart moves. (mixed reaction) So, without further ado, the man who will face and beat Randy Orton at TNA's Against All Odds pay-per-view right here in Orlando for the NWA Heavyweight Championship of the World, the man I won around ten tag team titles with, seven of which were in our two years teaming in WWE, the only Superstar with more guts than me, with enough guts to voluntarily actually defect from here to TNA! My real best friend! The one and only, the Peep Man, Captain Charisma, Christian Cage!"
Joey Styles could only utter a mere exclamation of "What in the hell?", and fans suddenly screamed, as that generic version of an Evanescence song that is Christian's entrance music theme at Total Nonstop Action, suddenly blared all over a WWE arena! Just like in his TNA entrance, the lights basically faded in order to form a spotlight at the center of the ramp, under which he was posed with his back turned and hands on hips. Once he turned around, Christian Cage ran and slid into the ring, and it was on! John Cena was actually aligning with Edge and Christian to take on Batista, Randy Orton, and Triple H of Evolution! Ric Flair and Maria were basically forced to scatted by the suddenness of the situation, and you saw Cena teeing off on Batista, Christian having Orton in the corner, and Edge stomping away at Triple H, who he had down! And the people were eating this up! Ric Flair realized that he had to do something to even the score for Evolution, so he took off his suit coat and went into the ring, proceeding to turn Edge around and dish him a flurry of assaults and chops. Batista countered Cena's irishwhip and welcomed him back this way with a devastating clothesline. Orton saw it and slid out of Christian's assault to give Cena an RKO! Christian tried to break in afterwards to hit Orton some more, but Batista intercepted it into a Leviathan Spinebuster! Flair now took Edge down by the legs and twisted his way into the Figure Four leg lock! Lita tried to intervene, but Maria came in and tackled her, resulting in a rolling cat fight on the outside. The entire scene was the quality of a riot, and after the embarrassment of tapping out when there wasn't even a match to tap out about, Edge was finally released from the Figure Four. Evolution's music came on, and the group stood tall, outside Maria, who was just about to start getting her head pounded into the concrete by Lita. Fortunately for the Sweet Little Girl, the Legend Killer pulled Lita off with force.
"Get outta here!" Randy ordered Lita. Knowing what he could do, she immediately exited. The group came down as Randy helped Maria up and Batista asked if she was okay. She nodded, and the team began to walk up the ramp when they saw Vince McMahon's office with the Chairman smiling inside on the Titantron.
"Hello, Evolution!" he cheerfully greeted them. "Seems like you guys are having the time of your lives. You're running all over the industry with all the best singles titles. Well, I'm still Vince McMahon, I still own the WWE as the Chairman, and therefore, I still own you."
"No you don't. We own us. The minute our Evolution contract became active was when we came together and Triple H won the WWE Championship, and our Evolution contract gives us free reign to all three shows whenever we want, remember?" Maria pointed out. "So, even if the great Mr. McMahon does fire us, you can't really get rid of us. And my trainer should know all about that. You fired him before we came together, and we're still untouchable."
Randy Orton looked at her in wonder, and the arena got a little quieter. That's how surprisingly quick Maria's rise to the Evolution way of thinking was.
"I can destroy your Evolution contract, just like I could have destroyed your other one!" a now angry Chairman declared.
"Actually, I remember both contracts clearly stating that this is Evolution's, and you don't directly have any free reign about it at all," Trips vocally disagreed.
"Anyway, as long as you appear on Raw, you will abide by the rules of the new General Manager of Raw," Vince retorted. "And that new General Manager of Raw is none other than… the Boy Wonder himself, my son, Shane McMahon!"
"Here comes the moneyyyyy! cha-ching Here we go. Here comes the money!"
With that, out came the great Shane McMahon, doin' his dollar dollar dance, receiving the pops of the crowd as well as the jeers (since he screwed Shawn Michaels last night out of the Royal Rumble match). He then pointed to Evolution and told them that he's the boss now. The group stared a hole into Shane as he danced some more, then left for his office. Randy Orton then walked forward and said come on. The group followed
Backstage, they continued walking along, and headed to the parking lot of the TD Waterhouse Centre.
"Randy, where the hell are we going?" Batista
"We're gettin' outta here! That's what! We gotta save ourselves so we can get back here for your match on Smackdown!" Randy reminded the group, most notably the Animal. "You think I'm gonna wait around so Shane McMahon could ride the fire of being the General Manager and book us in a match against everybody in the locker room?"
"Good point, man, but I don't like running away," Batista made no bones about saying.
"We're not here for saving face or getting heat with the fans. We're not gonna do this all the time, but I think now that course of action would be best," Randy shot immediately as he turned around to the ex-Washington D.C. bouncer. As everyone walked by him, Batista pondered it a second and said alright, then walked along with them. Just in front was a stretch limo with the Evolution shield emblem on it.
Later on, Shane McMahon asked a worker where Evolution was. The worker told him that they had already left in their stretch limo.
"Damn! I was gonna book them into a match."
a/n: Okay, peeps. Apparently, I haven't gotten my point across yet. I need respect for this story, okay? Reviews are a sign of respect. And I am one of those many great people in the history of all time who have written down stories on for people to read, review, and enjoy (among other purposes). The motto of is "unleash your imagination and free your soul". I'm writing down what is arguably supposed to be one of the greatest stories of all time next to my homeboy the Captain R Superstar's War Games 2006, yet I find that after one more chapter, I'm gonna have twice as many chapters as reviews, most of which were given by one of two people. This is a diss. A major diss.
The summary doesn't say "pairings: RandyLita", or "pairings: RandyStacy", or "pairings: CenaTorrie", and it damn sure doesn't say "pairings: RandyCena slashwarning", or "pairings: RandyOC", or "pairings: CenaOC". And those last three I mention are impossible for me to fathom writing, because I'm a straight guy. As you can tell, it does not hint to any pairings at all. That's because this story isn't about pairings. Nor do Orton or Cena's names show up directly in the summary, despite each man's importance to the story itself. It's become pretty damn obvious to me that their names being in the summary, esp. with pairing reference, are the reason most of you even write or read these stories.
Kill my beat right here if I'm wrong, but don't talk to me about "many people read but don't review", because my story and Captain R's should both be highly read by pretty much the same audience. Yet he has a thousand reviews per chapter, and I get the run of the mill. Now, Captain R, if you're reading this, it's nothing against you. Your story's the only example I can think of. It's just me being sick of being the unheralded legend. This crapstained excuse of a cold shoulder makes me feel like all I'm essentially writing this for is to prove that most of you think Orton and Cena should be in love for a story to even be recognized. This story is my one comeback shot right here since the Stones of Raw from last year, and this is the props I get?
The only imagination here in the wrestling section of a site that's supposed to be all about it is a bunch of senseless fangirls imagining Randy Orton and John Cena being in love with them or somebody else. There is a huge densing down in this place because of that, and it shows me part of the reason they get booed so much in the first place. Outside Randy's heelish persona and his caustic remarks against Eddie Guerrero, and John Cena "not being a title-worthy wrestler" according to people who don't understand the difference between face and heel, every guy in the audience that boos them has something else on them: chances are his girlfriend, or the girl that he likes, is probably not completely loyal to him or is not with him because she spends her time drooling over Randy and John like some slut/idiot. The sad part is, the regular guy is the one who cares about her and wants to be with her, and each of those two guys is an entertainer with a body. It shows all over… this site, of all places. Here I was a couple years back, thinking Jeff Hardy was cool but a little overused in fanfics. Seeing the Orton-Cena disease, I honestly didn't know what overused was. And despite them being two of my faves, it absolutely sucks.
If I am somehow wrong about the cause of my lack of reviews, and the truth is that you people are reading and enjoying but you're not letting me know how much you like it or even what I could do to make it better, then stop with that M.O.; it's chumpstain. In case you never realized it, discouragement has set in, writing has worsened, and people have deleted stories for the exact same reason I'm talking. I deleted a story over that myself one time. I didn't come back to get this again.
Oh, and just for the record: I'm gonna keep going with this story, especially since I've written ahead already. I'm not looking for pity over here. I want respect. And it's pathetic that someone writing a fanfic has to stop in the middle to demand respect. Goes to show you why there's a lot of people quitting this place. Peace out.
-P. Dizzle
