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 33
Title: Spearheads and Stinktatude
Show: WWE Monday Night Raw (2/26/2006)
Summary: Evolution reunites and reports on Maria before the match against Team E.C.K., but find that they are in for a great deal of issues.

Around 1:00 in the afternoon, Randy Orton was in his hotel room, which was actually one of those nice looking suites. He had just woken up a couple of hours ago, and was now in his sweats. He was going to walk to a nearby gym to do his daily workout there, but before he could even get out of his room to begin, he heard something on his cell phone.

"Hey, who's th- oh, hey Maria. How are ya? Good, but are you sure about this? Alright then. Just… don't make any stupid moves Friday night. Got that? By the way, where are the others? Really? That's where I'm going right now. Thanks for the tip. Bye." He then hung up.

Meanwhile, at the gym, Ric Flair was sitting down, lifting a few light weights when someone came in through the front door right next to him. He stopped and looked, noticing that it was Randy Orton.

"Randy, what's up? I saw you basically kick everyone's ass on Impact. How ya feelin, kid?" Ric asked.

"Not bad, man. Not bad. I didn't beat Joe, but then again, that was my decision to make. I coulda done it, but I decided I had more asses to kick than one big Samoan," he said in a half joking tone. "We got three more asses to kick later tonight, kid," Triple H said as he was coming towards his youngest male Evolution partner. The two greeted with a handshake and a shoulder bump. "So, Maria just called you, right? How did she sound?"

"I don't like the idea of her coming back so soon, but she sounded pretty good, actually," Randy answered. "She told me I'd find you guys here, but I was heading here myself anyway."

"So you already found your workout spot in this place, huh?" Trips asked, referring to the city where they were right now.

"Yeah, pretty much. Where's Dave?" Randy asked.

"Already hittin' the weights," Trips said, pointing forward to Batista, who was already lifting up 200 pounds. "If I didn't know better, I'd say he works out as much as Eddie did."

"Maybe he works out even more than… wait, you mean for his size, right?"

"Shut up."

"So we've got Edge, Kurt, and Christian tonight. I know for a fact that Edge won't play it clean. Look out for the Con-chair-to," Ric advised Orton and Trips.

"I severely doubt it'll be clean myself. Randy, come on. Let's go hit the weights," Trips answered, as he and the 25-year-old kid from St. Louis went forward near where Batista was at. "By the way, tell me you got one of those honeymoon suites. If there's a couple planning to use it, I'd love to see the look on their face when they find out there's a spot taken by us."

Once the Raw introduction video and fireworks came on, Joey Styles, plugged a triple threat tag team championship match with Kane and the Big Show defending against the two teams of Carlito and Chris Masters, along with V-Squared (Val Venis and Viscera), as well as a challenge by Rob Van Dam to TNA superstar Alex Shelley, and then the Evolution vs. Team E.C.K. six person tag team match, Evolution's music started up again. Randy Orton, Triple H, Ric Flair, and Batista came out to a mixed reaction consistent of mostly cheers. The great looking suits with the championships on each man's right shoulder were great stories to be told. After standing there at the ramp for a great few seconds, the group walked down in their calm and confident tone as usual. They all simply got into the ring, completely disregarded the art of posing, and got microphones as the music and changed lighting died down. Cheers and boos, though mostly cheers, filled the arena. The group took a while to savor it in before Triple H finally lifted his microphone up to his face to speak.

"I'd have to say, it's quite funny how the past refuses to leave us, don't you think?" Trips asked, leading to a small group of cheers, as the people had no idea what he meant. "I mean, first, we face hell coming into the end of 2005 following the death of the late great Eddie Guerrero, although he really had nothing to do with it. Next thing you know, we have to deal with the Rey Mysterios, LAXes, John Cenas, Edge Armies, Christian Cages of the world. Now, granted, most of this stuff we've never faced before, like LAX and John Cena, but we've got old friends turning against us like Mysterio and Matt Hardy. We've also got old allies and old enemies getting in the way, like Lita, and Edge, and Christian. And also, the Undertaker, who's basically had problems with each and every one of us except for Batista, decides to revive and intensify the old feuds by scaring Maria into an unnatural heartbeat. Not an irregular heartbeat, but an unnatural heartbeat. But see, she's gotten a whole lot better over the past week, and she will continue to recover from that mental beat down, as she is now ready, on all cylinders, to come back this Friday night on Smackdown. (yeah.) Tonight, though, we have a bit of a more immediate problem, in the form of Team E.C.K. (yeah!) You see, Edge and Christian, along with that- that little redheaded whore, refuse to leave us alone, so much now that they've decided to bring an old friend into this in the form of Smackdown's Wrestling Machine. But Kurt, if you're listening to me, teaming with Edge is a huge mistake. Because the minute you align with that jackass against us, you become a target of my attention. And trust me, that's nothing that anybody wants."

"But… hold on, Trips. I just realized something," Batista cut in. "All three members of Team E.C.K. have faced us for out Heavyweight Titles. First, at Against All Odds, Randy here bypassed all interference from the Edge Army and showed Christian Cage what for. A week later, at No Way Out, I beat Kurt Angle in one of the most amazing matches… actually, the most amazing match I've ever been a part of. Not to mention the fact that you, Triple H, basically cleaned the clock off the Edge himself despite the Edge Army and Christian helping him out, the very next night on last week's Raw. (yeah!) So, I just thought to ask myself here: don't you think that all three guys are possibly trying us by this tag match basically just because they can't get anything done against us themselves?"

Then, Lita's music suddenly came on, and the entire arena jeered at the Rated X Redhead, expecting her to come out. She did exactly so, and for once, she wasn't on Edge's arm. Plus, she held her own microphone, which obviously meant that she had something to say. She finally did begin speaking once her music died down.

"Okay, Evolution. I think everybody here has kinda gotten bored hearing you guys talk on and on about what's going on in your lives, and what you think every one of your opponents is like, so let's get on to a much more interesting subject," Lita began.

"Oh, like how a slut like you could convince a stand-up guy like Matt Hardy, along with all his friends, to join forces with you and Edge? And don't talk to me about that 'Triple H screwed' logic, because I know enough about all of you OMEGA folks to know that they're all beyond that," Ric Flair guessed, putting words in her mouth without getting the fans interested.

"No, Ric. More like what else I managed to get the admins to book you into. Oh, and as far as what you just said, you also knew enough about all of us OMEGA folks to know that I was beyond changing boyfriends, and guess what? I did," Lita countered. However, that wasn't exactly a wise decision. "Now, onto the other problems. You see, I had a bit of a feeling that Maria wasn't gonna stay out too long, so I also talked to the admins about a Women's Championship singles match on the night that she came back. And guess what: they gave me that match. So the way I see it, you just told me a few minutes ago that I'm spending my last four days without the Women's Title."

"Oh, so he knew enough about all you OMEGA folks to know that you're not a slut, and you are," Randy Orton interjected for all cheers' worth.

"Randy, do you have any idea how off track, or how late, you are with that comment?" Lita asked, leading to surprised groans from the audience. "So while you contemplate on how your little girlfriend can possibly get out of this one, there's another Evolution title that's about to change hands this week. In fact, there's an Evolution title getting ready to change hands tonight. (what?) Just one question, Ric: how long's it been since you've defended your Intercontinental Title? No, I have a better question: how long has it been since you had your last match?"

"So, Lita. Go ahead and tell me. Who is it?" Ric asked.

"Let's just say, that he's an old friend of ours," Lita answered.

"An old friend of yours? Oh, wait. I just figured it out," Trips thought aloud. "It's the last member of Team E.C.K. The man whose coming to WWE changed the team to R.E.C.K. 'The Man Beast' Rhino! Oh, no, maybe it's not him. Maybe it's the guy who hasn't made one viable appearance for TNA since no-showing his pay-per-view match in December. The one guy that's needed to come back to complete the OMEGA picture that's basically formed by you, Matt, Shannon, and Gregory. That's right! Matt's crazy little brother, 'the Charismatic Enigma' Jeff Hardy! Both of which in the past, we've already kicked their ass!"

"Don't forget, Hunter, that Jeff Hardy pinned you for the Intercontinental Championship one time," Lita pointed out.

"Oh, you mean Ric's title? The one that he's defended seven times and held since he defeated Carlito back at Unforgiven on September 18th, including a match against your boyfriend Edge, while your boyfriend Edge's first reign lasted only one day, and he took that from and gave it right back to the chumpstain who our appearance has methodically exposed as nothing more than TNA's power hog. That title. Yeah, I get it," Trips countered.

"And here I thought you were the smart one, Hunter. But it seems all you know how to do is crack jokes and make wrong guesses," retorted the Walking Kiss of Death. "I wasn't talking about Rhino or Jeff Hardy. It's the other guy that led Edge and Christian in a three man stable."

While she was talking, the fans were getting chattery, because they saw something that apparently none of the people here saw. As it turns out, there was someone, a figure in all black and shades, behind the Intercontinental Champion Ric Flair. Lita jerked her head in his direction, but none of the group had yet to turn around before this person bit Ric in his neck! Once he let go, he then proceeded to take off his shades, then let out a somewhat hoarse sounding scream as the Evolution members all looked at him. At that point in time, they saw that it was Gangrel! The Evolutioners looked back and forth from a smiling Lita to Gangrel as the Vampire Warrior's music came on, the fans screaming at the scene. It was going to be Ric Flair vs. Gangrel for the Intercontinental Championship! Meanwhile, Ric was bleeding through two small holes in his neck.

About 25 minutes later, Evolution was inside their locker room, not feeling good about what just happened.

"Ric, you alright?" Trips asked.

"Ow! Damn! Somebody get a bandied so I don't pass out!" Ric instructed in a small panic.

"You can't possibly have to wrestle this Intercontinental Title match now," Randy declared.

"For some reason, Randy, I think he's still gonna have to go through with this," Batista corrected him. "And I think we both know what that reason is."

"That General Manager son of a bitch. Shane McMahon," Randy answered.

"Somebody mention my name?" a voice sounded off. Evolution looked to see that it was Shane.

"So, Shane-O-Mac. Come to make our lives a living hell?" Triple H guessed.

"Actually, I think I can help you out," Shane explained. "See, that match against Gangrel? It's not gonna be tonight. It's gonna be Friday night on Smackdown."

"What are you talking about?" a curious Batista asked.

"Mick Foley and I pretty much figured that Gangrel was going to try to do something to gain a pre match advantage. We decided that if he does, the match gets moved to Smackdown," Shane informed them. "And since that's what happened, all you have to worry about is the 6-man match against Team E.C.K. Well, that's it. Good luck to you, gentlemen." As Shane walked out, Evolution looked at him with smiles of relief.

Later tonight, we could see Edge and Lita, with Gangrel and Christian Cage, in their locker room. Edge was sitting on a steel chair, Lita was standing behind and above him massaging him, Christian was standing a few feet in front of Edge, and Gangrel was sitting on a bench.

"Funny how things just suddenly come full circle, huh babe?" Lita asked her boyfriend.

"Yeah, and Gangrel? Good job not trying to make me study your ways again," Edge said, a small ode to the Vampire Warrior's restraint from reusing his former teachings to E&C.

"Yeah, I learned after your ridiculous shortstackedness when it comes to the ways of the vampire goth never to allow you or Christian to learn under me again," Gangrel pointed out in a huff of disappointment. "I gave you guys the opportunity to roam free, to literally be vampires out there. I was even going to consider giving you the same surgery I got on my teeth, giving you the legal weapon you always needed. But you were always more interested in starting your 'Dynasty of Awesomeness' than continuing underneath me."

"No, ya thinK?" Christian asked. "I had to have that bored, tired look on my face all the time when I served under your ass. I destroyed the physical quality of my face being part of that stuff. And last I recall, we won seven tag team titles after we broke off from your Brood?"

"Oh, shut up," Gangrel pouted.

"But hey, don't worry, you're still good with us, man. You're the guy that first brought us to the dance, I can't forget about that," Christian said.

"C. Cage, calm down. We've gotta show Evolution tonight that they can't mess with the two greatest Superstars in this business today; Hard Impact, the Suicide Blondes, Edge and Christian Cage," Edge said, reminding his friend of their objective tonight. It was just at that point that Kurt Angle burst into the room, bringing the crowd at the arena to cheers.

"Yeah!" Kurt came in, yelling out his new favorite word. You could see the steel-looking black mouthpiece he had on. "I'm ready to deliver an E.C.K. style beatdown on Evolution tonight! Yeah!"

"Hey… Kurt, I think you're coming a little too attached to that word," Christian jested. Angle took off his mouthpiece and had a moment of incredulously staring at Christian, after which he told him to shut up.

"Lookie here, lookie here," Lita said in an elevated voice. "Awesomeness, Charisma, and Olympia. All in one, for the first time since all four members of R.E.C.K. met up at the 2001 King of the Ring."

"Don't remind me. I don't want a reason to kick Edge and Christian's asses instead of my real opponents tonight, especially since a win can get me closer to the World Heavyweight Championship," Kurt instructed her. "But hey, Lita, you wanna know how you can be helpful? How about you come over here and slap me in the face one right quick, huh?"

Right there, she stopped massaging her boyfriend's chest and looked his bald partner with confusion written all over her face. "Wait, you want me to come over there and slap you?" she finally asked.

"Yeah. I could use a little motivation," Kurt began to explain in detail. "Usually, I'd get the makeup lady or So Cal Val to do it whenever she comes by, but since I'm face to face with the Walking Kiss of Death herself, a small break from routine can't be all that bad." When he heard Christian laugh about that comment, Kurt looked at Christian and turned to him, saying, "You know you've got some charisma issues, right?"

"So, being slapped by women gives you motivation?" Gangrel asked, taking off his shades in awaiting for the answer. Even he was befuddled by this notion.

"It serves as a… good insult for me to respond to," Kurt clarified. Within microseconds, he was slapped hard in the face by Lita. After a few seconds, he finally turned his head to face her, and she had a confident smirk on her face. After she asked him if he was happy, he responded with a loud "YEAH!" and put his mouthpiece back on, then left the locker room. Edge finally stood up, as did Gangrel.

"Hey, Grel. Watch our backs, alright?" Edge said, as he, Christian, and Lita began turning to leave.

"Right," Gangrel replied nonchalantly.

"Time to completely reek of awesomeness, with the Rated R Charisma that only Edge and Christian can present to professional wrestling," Christian boasted.

"Great. Next thing you know, you're gonna interrupt me drinking my bloodwine to tell me that sodas rule," Gangrel pouted.

"Edge and Christian have both been gracious enough not to call you a chumpstain, but if you want me to, be my guest," Lita threatened him, posting a mischievous smile on her face.

"Whatever," Gangrel huffed as Lita left with Edge and Christian.

Come main event time, which was a mere five minutes later, Randy Orton's music came on, and the NWA Heavyweight Champion came out to a mixed reception of cheers and jeers. He did his pose in the usual spots, feeling cocky as usual. Batista came out, hyped as usual, going to both sides of the stage before setting the stage guns. He was cheered for highly, and he did his muscular pose at three of the turnbuckles before his music died down and a new music theme came up, starting with the words, "Behold the king, the King of Kings." The fans cheered as they realized that this was Triple H's new entrance music. The Game came out, standing at the stage with that water bottle in his hands. Fans cheered during his entrance out of respect for him. After a few seconds, he did the drinking and spitting out thing, then walked on, continuing his entrance about the same way, except skipping the drink and spit redo on the apron facing the main camera. Edge's music came and his entrance went about the usual way with the smoke, and posing with Lita, and raising his arms in self proclaiming glory on the turnbuckle, and not getting many cheers. Unlike his buddy Christian Cage, whose entrance consisted of pointing kisses to the Peeps all the while as usual, and Kurt Angle, who came out in the fired up, firework bursting fashion which usually accompanies his activity in the ring and his entrance these days.

Off the entrances, the bell rings and we are ready for action. Team E.C.K. determined amongst themselves that Edge will begin the match, while Batista has already decided to go up on the bar for his team. Lita left the area under her boyfriend's caution that this may not be the best spot for her to be in. The two locked up to begin the action, but Edge broke that grapple almost immediately with a rake to the eye, earning immediate and ignored admonishment from the referee as he fisted away on Batista in the corner. Batista, though, managed to push Edge away. The Rated R Superstar tried to get right back on him, but Batista sidestepped, getting Edge in the corner. Batista took advantage by thrusting his shoulders into Edge a few times, but Edge finally got on the second rope and escaped over the Animal. The two looked at one another almost impressed. Batista, though, pointed to Kurt Angle, showing that he wanted the Olympic Gold Medalist in the ring. Edge looked at Kurt, then shouted at Batista, as if to say "You want him? You got him!" Finally, Edge tagged in Kurt Angle, after which the Olympic Gold Medalist entered the ring.

Angle and Batista finally locked up in the ring, and Batista bullied Kurt into the corner. The referee began his five count, and Batista made a clean break. He came over to Kurt to try to deal more damage, but Angle sidestepepd and turned the tables on Batista, cornering the Animal instead. Kurt got off on a tear of right hands, which he eventually relented from when Batista went down. Kurt tagged in Christian, who ran at the sitting Batista and dropkicked his face into the bottom turnbuckle! With that piece of momentum inset, Captain Charisma thumped his chest to his peeps a couple of times. However, he could see Angle telling him to tag him back in, and Christian did so, especially so he could continue to chill with his boy Edge at the apron. Angle went back on the attack, as well as gave it new direction. He stomped on Batista's leg a couple of times, then got in a side leglock, which Batista fought out of with the other leg, which was not being worked on. Batista finally got up, but not before Angle could dropkick the back of his calf, knocking him back down on his back. Kurt brought Batista to his corner, then left the ring instead of tagging in either Edge or Christian. He wrapped both Batista's legs around the ring post in an inverted Figure Four, then in the midst of the ring out count, let go and rammed one of the legs straight into the post, causing him to favor it in pain. He got back in the ring before he could get counted out, and the referee got on his case, allowing Edge to attack the other leg using the post. Batista was officially a wounded monster, unable to stand on physical strength alone. Angle watched, though, as Batista tried to use the ropes and will himself to his feet. He did so, but not before Angle tried - and successfully executed! - a German suplex on Batista! Angle went for a cover. 1… 2… Batista kicked out. Angle then picked up Batista and tried to irishwhip him, but Big Dave exerted his power and did not let momentum carry him anywhere. He countered, and irishwhipped Angle into the Evolution corner, after which he tagged in Triple H.

Trips ran his knee into Angle's chest a couple of times, forcing down the Olympian. Once seated, Trips stomped Angle's chest a couple of times and used his knee to press on the head of his Olympic opponent. Trips picked up Angle and dragged him by the head to the turnbuckle, then shoved Kurt's head into the post. Once Angle turned around and walked towards Trips, the Game kicked him in the gut to double him over, then got him with a jaw breaker via the knee. Trips then tagged in Randy Orton, who came down over the top of Angle and connected with a furious assault of forearms.

The egotist Orton posed to the crowd afterwards, and they didn't like it. Quote Joey Styles: "That's exactly the problem with Randy Orton. He focuses too much on his self-proclaimed good looks and satisfying his own ego rather than getting the job done first." Christian Cage immediately got tired of him and tried to go into the ring, only resulting in a referee distraction. Trips came back in the ring, then picked up Angle. Trips and Randy set Kurt up for a double team vertical suplex, but Edge got in the ring and cut in mid-move by pushing the lifted Angle in the opposite direction, strongly enough for Kurt to reverse it into a double DDT! Edge turned around and saw Batista at the apron. He immediately left the ring into his team's corner, not wanting to get hit by the Animal. Once he got back on his team's apron, he told Christian to get back, and Captain Charisma said alright, retreating to the apron. Meanwhile, Kurt tried to turn over and begin crawling towards his partners' corner, an operation that did not succeed because while Triple H rolled out of the ring, Orton got up and dragged Kurt into the Evolution corner, where he tagged in Batista.

The Animal got into the ring, and hit Angle with a hard right hand knocking him down. Angle shook off the cobwebs and got right back up, Batista irishwhipped him, then greeted his return by trying to throw him out of the ring. However, Kurt skinned the cat and hung onto the ropes, then got back in as Batista tried to get himself a rest. Batista turned around, only to be met with a missile dropkick from Kurt Angle. Kurt took the opportunity to finally crawl over towards a cover, and he got to Christian Cage. As soon as Christian got into the ring, Triple H came in. Christian hit Trips with a right hand. Orton started to try coming on, but Christian pushed him into the security wall on the outside. Cage turned back to Trips and hit a clothesline. Trips got up, the Peep Man got behind him and crashed the back of Trips's head into his knee. He finally saw Batista and stopped right in his tracks. The Leviathan then slowly came towards Cage, who then finally tried a missile dropkick on him. Batista fell back, but only used that to deflect off the ropes and hit Cage with a tough clothesline. Edge suddenly dashed into the ring after Batista, lost his balance, and took a clothesline of his own. Batista took Kurt and threw him by the head over the apron into the ring. Randy Orton tried to come in the ring, stalking away at Kurt Angle, who he knew would get up. He did so, and Randy lunged at him, but Kurt back tossed him over the top rope. Batista sent Angle over the top and out now.

Edge and Christian now both got up, and the seemed headed to give Batista a double team clothesline over the top, but things got bad for E&C when Batista ducked the clothesline, then ran off the rope to hit a leaping double clothesline on Edge and Christian! Batista then got up, and picked up Edge, then sent him over the top. This allowed Christian to get up and attempt an Unprettier, which Batista countered by shoving Christian away. Unfortunately for the situation, Batista shoved Cage into the referee. Triple H and Batista then looked at each other, and Trips put that trademark smile on his face. Batista put it back on his own face, and many fans echoed that sentiment as well, cheering the scene before them. Batista then tagged in Triple H (as if it even mattered, and they both went to the outside and checked under the ring for something. Each man came out with a sledgehammer. As fans cheered on two different scenes, both men went into the ring to surround Christian Cage, ready to splat him with a double "Con-sledgehammer-to", until Batista felt some kind of liquid coming at the back of his head. It shook him a bit, causing him to drop the hammer. He turned around and saw that it was… Gangrel! He just spat his bloodwine to the back of Batista's head! This embarrassing situation enraged Big Dave to the point of wanting to seriously kick Gangrel's ass. Christian saw the situation, and took advantage well enough by hitting Triple H square in the face, staggering him back a little bit. Edge came into the ring, and he shoved Trips into the corner and seated him on the top rope post. Christian then hopped onto Edge's shoulder, and set Triple H up for a vertical superplex. Christian finally lifted Trips into the air for the superplex, which Edge stayed under by falling back; this actually was the stack superplex which they made famous!

Meanwhile, Gangrel was still trying to beg off Batista, who had him in the corner by now. Finally, Ric Flair made his way into the ring, suit coat off, and he hit Gangrel with a flurry of lefts and rights, causing the Vampire Warrior to fall and begin to flee. Flair caught his leg as he tried to escape the ring, and he pulled him back and turned him over, then set in and hit the Figure Four leglock! Kurt Angle got back up and reentered the ring, and Batista saw him. Batista tried to lunge for a clothesline, but Kurt Angle ducked, got behind him, and tripped him up from behind, holding onto the leg and locking in the Ankle Lock! Flair let go of the Figure 4, broke up the Ankle Lock with a stomp to Angle, and took a Spear from Edge!

Christian then got up. He and Edge then looked at each other. They went to the outside and got Orton from there into the ring. Then, they got on the apron and merely stood there. The Legend Killer got on his feet, but was quite dizzy, and walked backwards straight towards them. When he finally turned around, he was right in front of them, and they hooked his arms in for a double team suplex to the outside! E&C re-entered the ring to a huge pop as they smiled. Edge then pointed to Batista. Christian picked him up, and locked his arms in the beginning position for the Unprettier. However, he just held him there. Edge measured away at Batista, making sure he knew exactly when to pounce. Finally, after a couple of seconds, Christian had him perfectly locked in position, and Edge made the charge. Unfortunately for Edge and Christian's sakes, Batista broke out of the grip and sidestepped him, causing Edge to Spear Christian! What's worse, Captain Charisma's head bounced off the bottom turnbuckle, making him completely unconscious!

Edge, realizing the horrible mistake he just did, came down to Christian and started pleading for his friend to get up. Lita came out to the ring, but went around to stay at ringside, choosing to stand down there rather than get up into the ring, which was scattered with bodies. She could be noted as having equal concern for Christian. However, Kurt Angle got up, and he noticed that Edge was crouched and talking in front of a downed Christian Cage, and Lita was standing in front of them at ringside with a shocked and/or worried expression on her face. He then tapped Edge on the shoulder, causing him to quickly jerk around and hit him square in the face. Edge again looked and saw that he made a mistake. However, this one was of dire consequence, as Angle got up and slapped Edge in the face! Edge's face soon began to seethe, and within seconds, the Rated R Superstar was yelling in Kurt's face, and it had a little something to do with Christian. Edge and Angle finally went at it exchanging right hands. The team had finally unraveled. Quote Joey Styles: "I knew these two couldn't work together for long! Now we're seeing what Edge and Angle really think of each other!"

Meanwhile, Kurt Angle had gained the advantage in this little fight of theirs, and he irishwhipped Edge in the process. When going off the ropes, the Rated R Superstar got tripped up, then dragged to the outside, by none other than his own girlfriend, Lita! Edge asked her what could possibly motivate her to do this, and she tried to explain that it was best he leave. He disagreed, especially with Christian laid out unconscious because of Edge's own error. Randy Orton, meanwhile, just got up, and took advantage on the outside, looking at Edge and Lita arguing on the outside. By the time Lita convinced Edge to leave and started dragging him away, they wound up trying - and failing - to walk by a chair-wielding Orton without Edge getting splacked in the head with it. Angle turned around and walked to that area to see what was up, and ended up getting chaired by Orton himself. He didn't fall down, but instead dizzily walked right into Triple H, who kicked him in the midsection, set him under, and hit the Pedigree on him! Triple H covered Angle, the ref was still out, but Randy and Batista had a solution to that. Just like Randy Orton did at the Royal Rumble, and at the Legend Killer's instruction, Batista took the referee's hand and with it counted the 1, 2, 3!

"Here are your winners, the NWA Heavyweight Champion Randy Orton, the WWE Heavyweight Champion Triple H, and the World Heavyweight Champion Batista!"

The Evolution music came on, and all three in-match members stood tall with their hands raised in victory. Batista noted Ric Flair and picked him up, setting him on the turnbuckle to be more comfortable. Then, a similar theme, "The Time Is Now", came on, arousing various reactions from so many people in the crowd. John Cena then came out, flanked by Konnan, Apolo, Machete and Homicide; the Latin American Exchange. However, rather than go in and just seek out a fight, Cena stayed at the stage.

"Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! Looks to me like we got a little victory fest goin' on here, huh? I see that Evolution's winnin' their match, we be winnin' our matches, (Cena and Konnan defeated Chavo Guerrero and Rob Van Dam earlier tonight) and it's just one big happy match-winnin' family up in here!" Cena jested slightly, this statement being received well amongst the fans. "But, Triple H, I hope you and your boys here don't get too happy-go-lucky with this shindig, cause you won't be enjoyin' it that much longer, homey. (boo.) Y'see, I know your little princess is coming back on Smackdown this Friday night! I know she's givin' Lita a Women's Championship match on Smackdown this Friday night! And I also know that she expects to see none of my girlfriend Torrie Wilson on Smackdown this Friday night. But the fact is, homey; Torrie's lookin' for another title shot, one in which she can finally beat, Maria's, soft, little, ass!"

"Hey, hey, John Cena, gimme a sec here!" Batista cut in, having acquired a microphone in the midst of Cena's talking. The fans finally were able to engage in cheers of relief. "Hey, don't I have a say in this? Hey, Cena, listen up. I got an idea for ya! How about, you take that thug life chain and shove inside either your renegade hip hop wannabe mouth, or your fake street beating insurgent ass?"

"I think you mighta missed some'n here. See, I ain't no wannabe, and I ain't no fake. I'm the Untouchable Chain Gang Leader, the Doctor of Thuganomics, the Franchise, John Cena!" he shouted out, leading to boos. "And if you really think I'm a fake, look who I got behind me. With the K-Dawg, the Notorious 187, Machete the Trappin' Vega, and 'El Gran' Apolo, the Latin American Exchange, I AM untouchable! (boo!) But that brings it back to… y'know. Torrie Wilson. My girl. The one who plans on takin' Maria's Women's Title away from her. Here's how it's goin' down, peoples. Friday Night on Smackdown, there's gon' be a good few people I know, with plans to join the Chain Gang as well. The fact, they're either gon' kidnap Maria before the match, or screw her out the title, whichever one comes first. See, your girl might be back from her little scare with the Undertaker, but she ain't gon' be back in full form. Trust me on that."

"Who the hell is it that's gonna come in the middle of my way to join your ass?" Triple H immediately demanded.

"I ain't gon' tell you who to jump. You figure it out. Oh, and by the way, good luck with that, and peace out, bitches!" Cena shouted.

"Hola le! Arriba la raza!" Konnan shouted on the microphone right after that, leading to the LAX music coming on. The group of thugs all left back to the backstage area, and the four Evolutioners in the ring all looked at one another, beginning to assume the worst, and wondering what the hell they are going to do in the meantime. Hopefully, Maria was watching, because she was going to have a long couple of days if she didn't. Randy Orton, who showed to be visibly upset as much as anyone, banged his hands on the top turnbuckle nearest to him a couple of times. The show went off the air with LAX's music and the frustrated Evolution.

a/n: Well, ladies and gentlemen, I have finally gotten back to work with this story. I enjoyed writing this match, almost as much as I enjoyed Captain R Superstar's match at WrestleMania 23. My only irk is that Edge wasn't in on the moment where Christian leaves, as he would have meant more important than Tyson Tomko, but that's just the way I would've written it, not the way Captain R did write it. Besides, if everything happened as I expected or wanted, I'd probably stop expecting or wanting. And, at least until heaven, expecting and wanting are both important parts of life.

But that doesn't excuse my unreasonable conduct in Chapter 19 of this story. I was pretty much a real jerk back there, and I think I might have tuned out some Orton/Cena fans that were reading this before, despite the fact that both guys (though not in pairings) have important roles within at least part of the story. (Well, actually, RKO is one of the characters that is the story) But again, I want to stress the point that I'm sorry for the way I embarrassed us all. And this isn't coming from an agent, unlike a lot of those sports apologies, including the one that pretty much killed T.O.'s last chances of staying with the Eagles.

Now that this spell is behind us all, we can focus on the better things, which are a) that I reek of awesomeness, b) that I'm back to work on this story and so many other things, and c) that this is the spot where things roll as they please as long as the people remain for each roll! But let me stop rambling on about this stuff, because I want to get to work on the next chapter as soon as possible. So, peace out, my peeps!

-P. Dizzle