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 32
Title: A Clash of the Champions
Show: TNA Saturday Night Impact (2/24/2006)
Summary: Optimistic reports on Maria from the team; NWA Champion Randy Orton, the only Evolutioner present, faces X Division Champion Samoa Joe.

Right before the TNA Impact broadcast began, a limousine pulls up in the arena. A redhead woman driver with a cute face comes out her seat, goes to the back, and opens the door for someone. The limousine is obviously Evolution's, as the Evolution shield logo is present as the mark on all sides. Out of the limo, however, only comes NWA Heavyweight Champion Randy Orton, who come out and checks out the lady driver a little bit. She put on a slightly disgusted look on her face at the egotistical Legend Killer, who just showed up alone for the first time since the reinception of the supreme team of Evolution.

Then, after the TNA Impact entrance theme and video, and Tenay noting that there would be an announcement concerning Raw's John Cena, Konnan and the Latin American Exchange, the entrance music of Randy Orton went on in a TNA arena once again. The fans spared no expense and took no time at all to wait before they already started jeering Randy Orton. Then, the once again richly suited man came out and did his glory pose with the NWA Heavyweight Championship around his waist. The fans were absolutely disgusted by this display of blatant brashness which was trademark for Randy Orton. His slow, cocky, confident stride to enter the ring and do his pose again at the turnbuckle generated jeers the world over. Finally, Orton got a microphone.

"Now, I know you're all probably wondering why I'm here all by myself tonight, without any of the other members of Evolution in the arena," Randy started, and without saying, the arena cheered like nobody'd business. "Well, for the benefit of you people, who I'd… rather not be telling, (boo!) my teammates are visiting Maria in the hospital. They left on one of Ric's great jets immediately after Smackdown last night, and I haven't even heard anything to tell me they've made it there since. Now, speaking of Smackdown, I tried twice to call out the Undertaker. Once on Raw, once on Smackdown. But it's pretty obvious to me that he is nothing but scared to face 'the Legend Killer' Randy Orton! (boo.) Come on, everybody, let's face it! If Taker wasn't afraid of me, he wouldn't be hiding behind some facade that I don't even know! Or it could just be that since everybody's saying that TNA is the place to be, (fans start "TNA!" chant) that he was waiting to be here at TNA Impact to make his move. But being the WWE loyalist that I can pretty much figure he is, I severely doubt that. Now, off the subject of the man who I'm gonna destroy next time I see him, (boo.) to a man who thinks he will Pounce through me just like he did all those wanna-be #1 contenders, like, um… Jeff Jarrett, Rey Mysterio, John Bradshaw Layfield, Christian Cage, those guys. Those wannabes. Those idiots. (boo.) Well, let's get something straight for 'the Alpha Male' Monty Brown. If there is anyone that you are going to beat for this NWA Heavyweight Championship of the World, it will not be me! Let's remember, I became the only WWE Superstar to defect to TNA in the middle of his active status with WWE! I became the only WWE Superstar to ever be privileged enough to hold TNA's NWA Heavyweight Title! And I became the fastest NWA Heavyweight Champion in terms of active contract status time in Total Nonstop Action history! All on the same night, in one of the most critical steps towards establishing the greatest regime in the history of this business, Evolution! (boo.) And I did that all on the same night! Monty, I really hope you're ready for me, because I am arguably the best wrestler in this fine business today, and you may be a great wrestler, but compared to me, you are nothing! (boo!) I will grind you up and tear you down in pieces at Destination X on March 12th, and you will know that it wasn't a fluke. It was destiny."

Finally interrupting that annoying promo from Randy Orton was the ECW theme music which now accompanied TNA Director of Authority Paul E. Dangerously, who came out to the respectful cheers and mixed TNA/ECW chants of the crowd. Paul E. walked down and entered the ring with his usual fast swagger, which told Randy that the man had something to say.

"Well, Randy, congratulations on pulling all that off, but I have to say that if it were for me, you wouldn't have even gotten the chance to worm your way through TNA in an instant," Paul E. stated, earning some more fans' respect. "But, since you're here, present in this arena, and you seem all ready to compete tonight, (yeah.) we're going to do something special, Randy. This is going to be our main event tonight on Impact. (yeah.) How about this: Champion vs. Champion, right here tonight!" (yeah!)

"What are you talking about, Champion vs. Champion?" Randy asked, beginning to imagine some possible results.

"I think this night would be the most opportune time to show you personally what TNA is all about, especially since you don't have Evolution with you in the building tonight, (yeah.) so here's what I mean by Champion vs. Champion," Paul E. continued, his tone growing more sadistic. "I mean, that tonight's main event will be… the NWA Heavyweight Champion, 'the Legend Killer' Randy Orton, going one on one against the TNA X Division Champion, 'the Samoan Submission Machine' Samoa Joe! (yeah!) (Randy begins to complain off mic) Let's see, Randy, if you have what it takes to give Samoa Joe his very first defeat here in TNA! Now, good luck, and hopefully, you don't get killed out there, because you still have your match at Destination X."

Paul E.'s music theme came up once again, and the boss of Impact walked out of the ring and went to the back with the cheers and mixed chants coming up once again. He continues to deliver as the boss. Orton complained about his opposition tonight, although he knew that he would not get anywhere with that. Eventually, he resigned himself, as could be told by the angry look on his face which gave away the "damn, I know I can't do anything about this" vibe.

A few minutes later, Randy Orton was walking to the back when he received a call from someone on his cellphone.

"Hello? Hey, man, what's up? Yeah? How is she? Good. I'll be wa… wait a minute. Next week? Smackdown? I mean, yeah, I'm gonna be ecstatic to see her out of that hospital bed, but I don't know if we should rush to it. Yeah? Well, I still don't like this, but I guess I'll see her Friday. Guess what? I got a match against Samoa Joe tonight. I'm gonna get the chance to be the first one to take him down. Personally, I'd rather not wrestle tonight, but Paul E. already booked it, and if I no-showed this match, I could be in for it. Alright, man. Later."

He then hung up on his phone, but found himself near the interview area, where Apolo, Homicide, and Konnan of the LAX Chain Gang stood. He decided to listen in on the experience.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm standing here with the Latin American Exchange," Jeremy Borash said beside the 3 street thugs, prompting the audience to jeer their heads off. "Now, everyone here has the same question on their minds: what was up with that slight, if you can even call it that, slapjack assault on two of your own, Machete and the Doctor of Thuganomics John Cena?"

"JB, I've had enough o' dis crap about me betrayin' John Cena, and dissention within the ranks, and all that dumb stuff. I'm here to clear the air on that attack. The fact is, my partner in that #1 contender's tag match wasn't John Cena, it was Rey Mysterio. I wasn't in one o' my best moods, I was just slammed to the outside by a big quitter, and I just saw John powerbomb my tag team partner. That's why I hit him, but right there I knew I screwed up. Machete decided to get in my face, so he ended up takin' somethin'. I didn't even bother to figure out who it was before I got him with this. (held up the slapjack) But I heard they may not be here tonight, and apparently those rumors were right, so I'm just gonna say it here: John, Machete, Torrie, I'm sorry about last night-"

Then, Konnan and Homicide each felt a hand on their shoulders. They turned around, and they saw a smiling John Cena.

"Hey, man. I got roughed up on that one, but… the rumors were wrong. I'm listenin' to ya right here, and one thought hits my head, man," Cena said.

"So, what's up?" Konnan asked.

"Accidents happen. Bad nights happen. But we still good, man. Come on. We got a couple jobs to pull," the Doctor of Thuganomics answered, leading his LAX buddies down the hall. Meanwhile, Jeremy Borash turned around to find the Legend Killer standing behind him.

"Uh, don't you have a match to get ready for? What are you doing here?" Jeremy asked Randy.

"After what I just saw, I will never understand street thugs," Randy simply stated before walking away to his own locker room to get ready for Samoa Joe.

Meanwhile, Edge and Lita were waiting outside of Christian Cage's locker room, awaiting the arrival of Captain Charisma.

"When is he coming?" Edge asked Lita, as well as himself. However, a few seconds later, Edge found in his face a seriously frowning Christian.

"Okay, Edge. Speak up. You mind telling me what the hell that was last night?" Christian asked with an equally irate tone to his voice. The steel gray eyes of the Rated R Superstar did not exactly radiate with happiness themselves.

"Okay, Christian. I'll tell you what that was. That me making sure that you start worrying about being a good friend and stop caring so much about being the Creepy Little Bastard or 'the great Captain Charisma'," Edge began to explain.

"What are you talking about, huh? Spill it," Christian once again demanded.

"I'll tell you what I'm talking about, Christian! AMW, America's Most Wanted! They had me tied up and handcuffed in the boiler room! Lita found me and tried to free me, but I told her to get you to help me. Next thing you know, neither one of you ever showed, and come middle of the match, AMW let me go. I found Lita locked up in a storage closet. She sounded real scared, trying to tell me something, but what I did hear was 'Christian… attacked…'."

"Then you saw what happened to me, Lita. Prior to the match, I was attacked by Jeff Jarrett with his guitar!" a hasty Christian explained. "I couldn't possibly be in any condition to help out. And he left me there to recover and get in the match for us. Now that I think about it, I couldn't figure anything was going on. I fought as best I could in the match, but it was too much. I thought you bailed on me!"

"Why would I do something like that?" Edge demanded.

"And why would I?" Christian repeated in reference to himself.

"This is all my fault!" Lita finally yelled to interrupt the argument. "This all my fault because I got scared. Edge, I tried to tell you that 'Christian was attacked by Jarrett, and that's who put me in the closet so I'd shut up!', but I was so scared that half of me didn't even figure out it was you, Edge!"

"So it was Jarrett, trying to take out the competition before getting into the match. Wasn't JBL his partner, though?" Edge realized.

"Yeah, but from what I can tell, John Bradshaw Layfield had nothing to do with this, or he did all the backstage planning," Christian suspected.

"I screwed up, guys. I'm sorry," Lita then apologized. "It was my fault what happened last week. But I think I know how I can make it all better. You see how Evolution took advantage of my mistake, of our dissention, to beat up on you two? Well, guess what. I talked to Kurt Angle, then I talked to Mick Foley, then I got him to talk to Shane McMahon, and they've all agreed to a six-man tag match Monday night on Raw. We're finally gonna get our hands on all three of Evolution's heavyweight champions. Orton, Triple H, and Batista. It's gonna be those three, against us and this guy."

"Who are you talking about?" Edge asked, when Lita took a paper out of her left pants pocket and unfolded it to reveal a printed picture of Kurt Angle giving Ric Flair an Ankle Lock (and Flair tapping out) during a 2005 Raw match.

"Team E.C.K.!" the Rated X Redhead answered with a grin on her face. Edge and Christian looked at each other, gave a small embrace of reconciliation, then grinned themselves.

Come main event time, Samoa Joe came out to his music with his usual "down to kill" face and no fancy antics on his walk into the ring, except for raising his hands in a premature claim of victory. He was slightly cheered for, as has become the fans' trademark of treatment towards his entrance, although the bloody towels of AJ Styles and Christopher Daniels on Samoa Joe's person still disgusted some people. Randy Orton's music, however, was much more negatively received, as the NWA Heavyweight Champion was booed from the moment "Nothing You Can Say" came on to the time he posed his glory pose at the turnbuckle. A few girls screamed for him, however, and Samoa Joe took advantage of Randy Orton's posing to put Orton on his shoulders and drop him into an electric chair drop!

There, the bell rang, and Samoa Joe went to kicking around Randy Orton a little bit, before he picked him up and gave him a scoop slam. Joe picked up Randy again, irishwhipped him, and hit him with a spinning kick to the gut, before coming off the ropes and going with a high leaping kick on Orton, which knocked him clean in the jaw! The temporarily face Joe quickly covered Orton, who kicked out after the count of two. Samoa Joe ran off the ropes, then gave Orton a running neck breaker. He then applied an armbar for a small while before Orton extended high for a kick to the head, stopping Joe and giving him the opportunity to squirm free. Randy then got up hit the bigger man who was on one knee with a couple of right hands, followed by an uppercut. It finally knocked Samoa Joe off his feet completely. Orton then ran off the ropes and hit a high leaping knee drop on Joe, then choked Joe using the bottom rope, leading to the ref's DQ count. Randy let go at the count of two, then did his glory pose again, a sight that was more booed than anything. When he turned around, he saw Joe getting up, so he dropkicked him to the outside. Then, Orton created a rarity: he created a high spot by leaping over the top onto Samoe Joe once he was halfway up! Finally, some people started cheering for Orton during this match. Both men struggled to get up as the action left for commercial break.

When the action came back on Spike TV, Orton and Samoa Joe were both running off the ropes. Joe attempted a clothesline, but Randy ducked it, came behind Joe, and hit a falling neck breaker. He covered Samoa Joe, but it didn't quite work out as he wanted. Joe kicked out. Randy, though, stayed on the Physical Killer by giving another high leaping knee drop, then going with a headlock. However, Joe quickly lifted out of that, forcing Orton to let go to escape. But the ever resourceful Randy took a page from his mentor Ric Flair with a thumb to the eye of Samoa Joe. This was not acceptable to the ref, who admonished him right there. But Orton kept going, with Joe's throat falling on the second rope, as the Legend Killer hit in some right forearms to the back of Samoa Joe. But as a smart strategic procedure, Randy took enough time between each hit so that the referee didn't find a reason to go on the count. Then, Orton went outside the ring to use the rope for a guillotine neck breaker on Samoa Joe, knocking him off and back down to the ground. Edge, Lita, and Christian Cage could then be seen at the heel's ramp observing the match. Apparently Orton did not see them, however, as he came back into the ring and continued working on Samoa Joe. On one knee behind the One Man Brood (I call him so because of the 'bloodbath' feature of the Brood in conjunction with the bloody towels of Styles and Daniels), Orton folded Joe into a right angle, then smacked away at his chest with several, about 20, beating forearms to the chest. Randy posed to the crowd, and this time, half the people cheered, while the other half stayed stiff with boos.

The NWA Heavyweight Champion looked at Samoa Joe getting up, the irishwhipped him into the turnbuckle with force, causing a hard bounce off the ropes for the X Division Champion. Joe managed to stay up, though he was staggering backwards favoring his chest. Orton tried again, though, by pushing Joe into the post for him to bounce again. This time, though, Joe fell flat on his back. Orton got up on the turnbuckle, then Edge ran down to the ring to try to hit Orton, only to end up getting slapped away and hit a frog splash style cross body. Joe was now on one knee, trying to recollect himself, as Orton came over to him. Samoa Joe, though, countered whatever Orton was trying to do with a left hand to the gut. Joe followed up with a right hand, then got to his feet and hit Orton with a right hand to the face, knocking him down. Joe tried to jump over Randy to go off the ropes, but the Legend Killer tripped him up, held on to the ankle, got up, and smashed it (and Joe's knee) down hard.

Randy then looked over at the ramp where Edge, Lita, and Christian were, and shared a few words with them, before turning back to Samoa Joe and dropping a knee into the back of Joe's left leg. Orton then went for a single leg crap on Joe, who was writhing in pain a little bit. Apparently, that hit was injury and aggravation enough. But fear not, Samoa Joe fans, he did not tap out. He kicked back on his other leg to kick Orton in the ribs, and after a couple of kicks, the Legend Killer ended up letting go and favoring his ribs for a small while, though it wasn't too small for Samoa Joe to get up in its midst. Joe came at Orton with a right hand, knocking the Legend Champion all the way back to the ropes. It also caused Orton to run off right back to Joe, who then hit a major back body drop on Orton. Randy got back up and received a running leaping kick to the jaw. Joe then picked up Randy, set him up in the corner, stomp kicked him until he fell to sitting down, then thrust a knee straight into Orton's face, smashing it between big knee and turnbuckle post! Joe picked up Orton again and tried to irishwhip him into the opposite corner with force, but Randy was able to stop himself and leap up as Joe ran towards him. He landed behind Joe, who turned around straight into an RKO attempt. Joe didn't push off, but he didn't get caught, as he used his strength to lift Orton even higher up, then caught him and tossed him forward! He inadvertently ended up making the Legend Killer hit the referee with a senton splash, however. This turned out to be the turning point of the match.

From the ramp opposite that of Edge, Lita, and Christian Cage, out burst X Division Superstars AJ Styles and Christopher Daniels, who will be facing Samoa Joe in the Ultimate X match at Destination X! Styles and Daniels, much to the glee of the crowd, attacked Samoa Joe and brought him into the corner, working on him with punches and kicks. They stopped, and Daniels laid down on his hands and knees as Styles walked to the opposite corner. The Phenomenal One then ran towards the Fallen Angel, and leapt over him onto Samoa Joe for a splash in the corner, after which Joe walked a step forward and ended up walking into a Daniels hurracanrana. Christopher then went up top and nailed Samoa Joe with the BME - Best Moonsault Ever. Meanwhile, Randy Orton was just getting up. He saw Styles and Daniels, then helped them pick up Samoa Joe, after which the referee started coming to, AJ and Daniels left the ring, and Orton just hit Joe with the RKO! As the referee got into position to count, Orton covered Joe. 1… 2… no three count, Randy got up off Joe! Styles and Daniels got back up on the apron, then entered the ring, asking along with the fans what the heck just happened. In reply, Orton took Daniels and gave him the RKO! AJ Styles was now not taking this lightly. Styles pushed Orton. Orton pushed Styles harder. Styles rushed after Orton, who lowered the ropes and made him fall out. Styles angrily got right back up and rushed into the ring, then rook an RKO of his own! Orton walked back with a cocky gaze similar to the one on the Smackdown Special, then left the ring and walked backwards up the heel's ramp. The further from the ring he went, the closer he went to Edge and company, the further along in the ten count the referee got. Soon, though, it wound up going to ten.

"The winner of this match, the X Division Champion, Samoa Joe!"

This shout from the TNA ring announcer was followed by Samoa Joe's music, during which Orton finally ran into someone. In fact, he ended up tripping over Lita, and the fans went raucous as the chase was on. Edge and Christian now ran after Randy Orton like nobody's business all through the TNA backstage area.

Meanwhile, in another part of backstage, "the Alpha Male" Monty Brown was awaiting for something. In fact, he was in position to hit a Pounce on somebody. After about twelve seconds, he heard something and ran forward. Someone ran across him and he missed them, but ended up hitting someone else instead, and Pouncing them straight into a wall. He saw that the other person he hit was… Christian Cage! Monty was shocked, but still smiled a little bit at the sight, until he turned around and Edge gave him a Spear. As Edge came down to check on Christian, and Lita joined him, the Rated R Superstar ended up being punished with a chair shot from behind to the skull from Orton. Lita looked up and saw that he was the culprit, causing her mouth and eyes to open wide in shock and fear. However, he simply smiled that cocky smile of his, dropped the chair, and walked away. TNA Impact came off the air with a disgusted crowd.

a/n: Okay, I promised to give the people answers about my chapter 19 rant, in hopes that I will finally put whatever uprising is prepared to go up against me to rest. Personally, right now I'm tired of explaining this, and I'm already thinking that this crap is growing old.

See, it's come to my attention that my "demands for respect", as I called it, are actually a kind of caustic cry for fanfic mercy or something. Yeah, what I'm trying to say is, not good. But before everybody starts getting on my case three million times about my slight series of "fangirl-takeover-bashing" or whatever the hell it is, let me straighten up a bent picture before it falls off and breaks.

The thing is, I have nothing against teenage fangirls. I have nothing against love stories. And I have nothing against Randy Orton, or John Cena. But the facts are like this: I don't qualify as a teenage fangirl (the "girl" part being the obvious reason why), or a master of love stories, and the fact that I made those complaints mean that me being even a slight fan of Randy Orton or John Cena, let alone an avid fan, has absolutely nothing to do with it.

My problem was presented to me in a plain and simple form: because the majority of readers, writers, and reviewers here is the teenage fangirl, is the master of the self-insert, is the proud exclusive advocate of a love story, and is the one that drools over Randy Orton and John Cena (and considers the fact that I mentioned them specifically makes this really have anything to do with them), my story was just like Captain R Superstar's in the regard that it ran the high risk of not getting a whole lot of noticeable recognition for its excellence, despite the fact that reviews haven't dwindled or gone low at all for Captain R until recently.

And trust me, I do believe that I have created one of the greatest stories of all time, because this is one of the first stories where TNA runs strong, where the old meets the new, and where wrestling actually is what matters. Not to mention that WWE and TNA coming together to do this would absolutely change the face of professional wrestling now and forever, unlike a story that is simply all about a love pairing with Orton and Cena. But enough about me and my self-promotion, I came here to make a point.

The point is, the "fangirl overload dilemma" meant that there was the chance of me getting a majorly known story or an unrecognized "piece of crap to most of the people here" story from this. As far as I see, or at least saw back then, the result is, or at least was, more the latter than the former. The trouble I was having is, I took all this time to commit myself to an innovative and original idea the likes of which the site has never seen before. In all truth, that's actually kind of my intention with every story I ever made or helped make. Yet because of the "teenage fangirl invasion phenomenom" (how many names am I gonna make for this?) combining the factors of teenage fangirls, self-insert, love stories, and a constant body-based fandom (mainly of Orton or Cena) into this flood of self-insert "wrestler falls in love with me" stories overshadowing and taking attention from any originals that may come across, at least among the fangirls and/or actual reviewing readers, I had just made one of the originals taken into the unfortunate realm of the unsung hero, the unappreciated champion, the… John Cena of in a funny way. (because he's getting booed all the time as a face now)

And it was most obvious during that point in time, since, like I said, I'd gotten so many consecutive unreviewed chapters that it kinda forced me to wonder whether there was even a point to posting, whether I shouldn't have just written it for the sake of my files and left it off the internet. Cause if there's no sign that people are paying attention to your work, you might as well just never present it. When you try to present yourself openly to a community or a group of people, odds are you want some kind of proof or indication that they will recognize and accept you as one of them, come as you are. You don't get that, you wonder what the hell was the point, or if you were better off pledging allegiance to the flag of the Loner State of Hell or something.

I will agree with WWE-Me on this: you do write to get yourself and your creative outlet going. But you post it up into the community to be a part of it. When you post, and you get pretty much nothing to show for it, you get to thinking the story's pointless, or you get bored with it, or you get frustrated or agitated or something happens to take down your interest in getting it done. Like I said, people have gotten discouraged from getting nothing to show for their efforts. Writing has worsened, stories have been deleted, members have quit writing, or quit the site. Period. People have even threatened to stop writing and posting if their friends' stories did not gain enough reviews. I know, because I'm working with somebody on a major story project in another section of the site, and they've done just that.

You may disagree with this logic, but it was kinda because of this logic that I got pissed off when I was posting chapter 19. Remember, I wrote the chap ahead of time, so it's not like I planned that rant out as a contingency plan or something. I just got real frustrated, because to me, this issue marked the "failure" of my first posted story in about a year to go well. And in my life, a lot of things haven't exactly gone my way, and that's counting (or discounting, however I think about it at the time) the fact that I never had a girlfriend to break up with me over some stupid crap that was placed way out of proportion. I was in that mood like, "If this isn't gonna work, why am I even trying?" The whole time, I felt shortchanged on this. And I actually knew why. Top of that, I knew I couldn't do shit about it. And that pissed me off. At that point, to no end.

But, despite all that, I can still stand up and say that my comeback wasn't 100.5 all about the reviews. I was inspired to this idea, and I did go with this, and I did stick with this. If it were all about the reviews, I woulda done some kind of love story with Orton, Cena, and a couple of divas relaxing on the beach or something just to fit in with the fangirls. And even that woulda likely sucked, and probably even worse, because I'd be letting the popular idea dictate my own.

I coulda replied to one of the reviews responsible for this little essay by saying I had as much right to voice my frustration as the right of the source of my frustration to be what it is. I coulda skipped the entire explanation and pretended to pull an Eddie Guerrero by saying something like, "Oh, about that chapter 19 rant? I lied!" But I ain't sayin' nothin' but what it is, because it is what it is. I just thought I was being shortchanged. And despite the fact that the core of this part of the site consists of teenage girls (and possible hotties at that) and their desire to make out with two of the coolest and most successful Superstars in WWE today, I did not think for a second this was ever supposed to happen.

Now that I'm done explaining myself as best as I possibly could at least today, I'd like to say I'm sorry to everyone I offended even to the slightest degree with my… frustrated episode. Hopefully I've tied up all the loose ends here, and if I haven't, you know where to reach me. And I'm not even talkin' about reviews.

I'm gonna take a break for about a week. (spring break week) After all this, I really feel like I might need one. Peace out, peeps.

-P. Dizzle