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 28
Title: Five Straight Nights #3 / Impact Turbulence
Show: TNA Saturday Night Impact (2/18/2006)
Summary: A #1 contender's match arises of the NWA Title, and Evolution receives help against Cena and the Latin American Exchange.

The Impact broadcast began with Jeff Jarrett's music coming on. The King of the Mountain soon came out to an unwelcoming reception along with Gail Kim. He and Gail did their trademark pose in the middle of the ramp, setting up the stage fireworks, then did it again in the ring. The boos (along with "PLEASE RETIRE!" chants) came abundantly throughout the entire entrance.

"Randy Orton, I want you to get your monkey butt out here right now and listen to what I've got to say! (boo!) I'm not gonna listen to these idiots or go on a long promo to try and appease them! I'm not gonna come up with some stupid jokes for these people to enjoy! I'm just gonna skip straight to the chase and challenge you, Mr. Legend Champion, one-on-one, for the NWA Heavyweight Championship which should be mine!" he instantly challenged, the heavy boos still not relenting.

Before anything else could happen, however, Monty Brown came out, and people actually cheered this intervention as Brown came out. The Alpha Male didn't spend any time doing his usual taunt, but came into the ring with a most serious look on his face.

"Jeff Jarrett! Let me try to explain something to you! You have been leaning back on your father's post within the company for far too long!" Monty immediately shouted.

"What are you talking about?" Jeff demanded.

"Your father Jerry started this company, and you've owned one legion or another within TNA all the time, allowing you to win six times the NWA Heavyweight Title over the past few years. However, my friend, you are not the best wrestler here in TNA. You were exposed when, by yourself, you failed to beat Christian Cage in that battle royal," the Master of the Serengetti explained.

"You teamed with Abyss in the middle of that match, and neither of you could even get it done!" Jarrett retorted.

"Because you, Rhino, and Christian all teamed up against us the minute you realized what was going on!" Monty answered right back. The fans cheered their hides off after Brown's answer, then again after Christian's music started up, and Captain Charisma came out, interrupting their little face to face meeting.

"As far as I'm concerned, all you're doing is talking crap, because I don't believe either of your candy ass for one second!" Christian began, leading to cheers. "See, the fact still remains that after we were all done taking care of all the alliances, it was one-on-one, me vs. Jarrett, and Jeff, I pinned you in the middle of the ring with my Unprettier, 1-2-3!" (yeah!)

"Christian, you got lucky that time, and you know it. You would have never beaten me in the ring had I not tried to use the ref!" Jarrett hastily replied.

"That's all you can do! Use the ref, Planet Jarrett, guitar, cheat your ass off! (yeah!) That's the only way you've ever been able to win a match against a star your level in your life!" Christian replied right back.

Randy Orton's music finally rang, and the jeers instantly followed as the Legend Killer came out, same as usual, and stayed at the ramp opposite Christian's.

"Monty, Jeff, Christian. Why are you out here killing yourselves for a title shot when you know all three of you would get your asses kicked out there if you tried to go up against me?" Randy asked the three.

"Oh, please. Legend Champion, you couldn't kick my ass if your life depended on it," Jeff Jarrett countered.

"Excuse me for not manipulating Miss Jackie Gayda like you did," Randy retorted with a smile, "but you're a used up old man, Jarrett. Can't you tell people want you to quit?"

"I don't care if they wanted me to crawl into a rat hole and die. I'm still the King of the Mountain, and I'm still takin' back my NWA World Championship!" Jarrett angrily yelled.

"As if that's ever gonna happen, you chumpstain of stinktatude," Christian cut in, reverting to old lingo from his tag team with Edge.

"What about me? Where's my title shot?"

"I'll tell you where your title shot's at!" another voice suddenly replied. The four of them all turned around towards the ramp opposite Randy Orton's, to find the man the Impact fans cheered for, the Director of Authority, Paul E. Dangerously!

"Paul E.! I want my title shot, and I want it now!" Jarrett immediately shouted at the DOA.

"You keep talking and you won't even get a title shot!" Paul E. shouted right back.

"Won't get a title shot?"

"Here's the way this works. Tonight, the three of you in the ring will have a triple threat match as our main event tonight. The winner of that match will face the NWA Heavyweight Champion Randy Orton on March 12th at Destination X, for the NWA World Heavyweight Championship!" the heralded Director of Authority announced. His music came on as he left the area. Randy Orton was smiling as the three men who could end up facing him in three weeks already got in each other's faces and started jawing away at each other.

Meanwhile, in the back, John Cena was standing somewhere outside the building, with the Latin American Exchange, Torrie Wilson, and Maria, who they still had tied up from last night on Smackdown.

"Great. Now Evolution's gonna come walkin' straight to us," Konnan said, patting Cena's shoulder a little bit.

"Then, it's turtle trashin' time," Apolo added as he prepared his fists for the stomping. Torrie was closer to Cena than anyone else in the picture.

"Seriously, Johnny man. Could you give me a little answer as to how the heck you and her… happened?" Machete asked, coming closer to Torrie and Cena.

"Yo, Machete, don't worry about it. We've been cool for awhile, and things just got a little rocky between her and her friends, so I picked her up. The rest is history," Cena explained. "Speakin' of which, man, Evolution knows they better give Torrie and me a couple title shots, cause the Sweet Little Girl's fate is in our hands, and that ain't no mystery."

"He ha ha ha. I like that," Konnan responded to the small rap.

"Hey, Konnan! You're not gettin' away with this!" a voice then shouted from somewhere behind them.

"Huh? Oh, not him again!" Konnan yelled in frustration before he and the LAX went after the intruders, who were a rushing and angry BG and Kip James, the James Gang. Torrie Wilson and John Cena stood there watching, until a brown haired girl came in rushing from the fold and even tackled Torrie! Cena grabbed the girl by the hair, and as she struggled to get free, he turned her around and got a bit of a good look at her.

"Mickie James. Hmm. Kinda figured you'd be hangin' with them," he said. "After all, once a James, always a James, no matter what James blood." He then threw her onto the ground and picked up Torrie.

"You alright, babe?" he asked her. She nodded her head.

"Hey, Cena!" a voice then shouted. As soon as he turned around in its steps, he found himself being attacked by a steel chair shot from none other than Jeff Hardy! Meanwhile, "the Truth" Ron Killings joined the fight on BG and Kip's side against Cena's LAX comrades. Torrie was then shoved onto the ground by someone, who then proceeded to untie Maria's mouth, hands, and legs, then help her up.

"Stacy Keibler? What are you doing here?" a confused Maria asked.

"Never mind that. We don't like LAX," she said in reference to the group that had all come against them just now. "Are you okay?" she then asked.

"Yeah, but I'm still-"

"Jeff, you can let go now!" Stacy shouted to him, after which he got off, said "right", then evened the struggle against LAX. That was all the Truth, B-Gizzle, and the Outlaw needed in order to take advantage against LAX. Maria quickly fled the scene, as the fight continued without her in sight.

About 6 minutes later, Randy Orton was already gone from the building. He felt like getting some sleep back in his hotel, and before he left, he had told his teammates to keep a lookout in case they heard something about Maria. Triple H was calling someone on his cell phone.

"Hey, Outlaw. You got her out safe? Yeah? Thanks. I knew I could count on you guys. Now, you're sure she's out and she's coming to us soon? Good. I'm expecting Nache and Dave to come back here with her in the next five minutes. Alright, man. I got ya. Talk to you later. Bye."

Triple H looked up to the sky and sighed after hanging up his phone. He was certainly hoping that Kip James was telling the truth, and that he was absolutely sure she got away from LAX. After all, if this wasn't the case, Randy Orton wouldn't hear of it. Randy was not the type to excuse failure, as we learned when he was beaten by the Undertaker at Hell in a Cell a few months back, which was the ultimate mark of him failing to beat the Undertaker's legend. The Legend Killer was so down in the dumps he was practically subservient to Booker T before Evolution came around. And especially now, when it came to Maria, who was indeed a bit of a touchy subject for Randy as well as the rest of the team. Trips was interrupted from this small time of reflection by the door opening.

"Batista. So, what's the news?" Triple H asked.

"Look behind me," Batista said, stepping aside to reveal a smiling Maria. She let out a huge screaming yell of joy and came into the arms of a smiling Cerebral Assassin. Ric Flair then came into the room, smiling his face off and doing the "Wooo!" in trademark fashion.

"I already called Randy and told him what's up, so he's got nothin' to worry about. BG, Kip, Mickie, Stacy, Jeff, and Killings got her out, and when Randy opens the door to his room tonight, he's gonna find all four of us, stylin' and profilin', ready to party all night long, as if LAX never happened! Wooo!" he burst.

"Wait a minute. As if LAX never happened?" Trips asked in concern.

"Yeah. As if LAX never happened," Ric answered, sounding a little nervous and confused.

"No, we can't," Trips disagreed.

"What?" a surprised and still befuddled Nature Boy asked.

"Nope, Ric. He's right. We can't just go out there and party like LAX never happened," Batista said, backing up the Game. "Let's figure this one out: if we just go out to the clubs right now, how do you know LAX isn't gonna be waiting there for us so they can jump us and probably take us all hostage? And besides, we have yet another big night tomorrow. I gotta defend my title against Kurt Angle, and Randy's facing Rey Mysterio about Rey's title shot, which I personally don't agree with, but that's besides the point."

"Plus, not only that, I think that maybe after everything that just happened, we might just have a big match tomorrow for my Women's Championship," Maria pointed out.

"She's right. As much as I hate to say this, Nature Boy. We're just gonna have to lay low tonight," Trips officially decided. Flair looked at all of them, then nodded with a resigned look on his face. As Maria and Batista walked out of the room, Trips put an arm around Ric's shoulder. The elder statesmen of Evolution then walked out after the others. Within minutes, the four were in their limousine, and they left the arena.

Meanwhile, at the end of the show, the #1 contender's match between Monty Brown, Jeff Jarrett, and Christian Cage was about to be decided.

Brown attempted to Pounce Christian, but Captain Charisma sidestepped it and it hit the referee behind him instead! However, Christian was unable to detect and avoid the Stroke from Jeff Jarrett. Seeing this, Brown worked with Jarrett as the two men stomped Christian like hell to the boos of the crowd. Monty then picked up Cage, allowing Jarrett to get his wooden guitar. He got himself set up in perfect position and laid out his adversary with the guitar. His adversary turned temporary partner Monty Brown, that is!

However, while Jarrett's weapon usage was valid, it would not bear fruit for anyone. Because he didn't even get enough time to catch his breath and go for a cover, before he was met by a Spear from Raw's Edge! The crowd was skyrocketed in shock because of this invasion from the Rated R Superstar! He stomped on Monty Brown several times with the intention of taking him out of the ring, but he didn't completely get it done before he wound up taken out, irishwhipped, and sent into a scrap buster sidewalk slam… to be exact, it was Abyss's Black Hole Slam! Abyss then took Christian Cage up and put him in the torture rack back breaker move Shock Treatment, after which he looked at Jarrett and Brown, trying to decide what to do with each of them. He then took up Jarrett and held him over Christian as if to plan on having the King of the Mountain cover Christian. But that was before he suddenly took up Jarrett, threw him over the ring to the outside, and placed Monty Brown on top of Christian instead! James Mitchell then slid into the ring and used the knocked out referee's hand to count the 1… 2… 3!

"Here is your winner, and the #1 contender for the NWA Heavyweight Championship, Monty Brown!"

The unconscious Alpha Male's music came on, and Mitchell tried to wake up Monty Brown by slapping him in the head several times. After about twenty seconds, he came to, and after that jumped on his feet in joy as Mitchell told him the news! We thought all the members of Evolution were gone, but apparently, we were mistaken, because Triple H wasn't gone! In fact, the WWE Heavyweight Champion now stood at one of the ramps, looking at the three standing tall and simply shaking his head at what was to be his comrade's competition! The minute the three saw this, they were standing stunned. Triple H turned back and walked off as Impact left the air on Spike TV.

a/n: I just realized it because of the way I wrote the end of this chapter, but Triple H on Spike TV? Last time that happened in real wrestling, I think he was getting his ass handed to him by Batista prior to Hell in a Cell. Now, they're both part of Evolution again, in my fanfic of course.

Just wanted to throw that tidbit out there. Oh, and the James Gang thing was kind of a thought based on the old DX days, and Mickie sharing the same last name as BG and Kip. (even though I know Kip's name is actually Monty Sopp and he is more commonly known as "Mr. Ass" Billy Gunn to those of us who are or were WWE fans) Anyway, remember to R&R and enjoy. A giant hit count without comments can't do much justice.

-P. Dizzle