Title: Incognito

Chapter 1: War Paint

Summary: When Evolution reformed in April 2014, The Shield wasn't really sure what to do to stop the powerhouse of a stable. An unlikely source sends the brothers to find something... or better yet someone… to help them in their crusade against Triple H, Randy Orton, and Batista. Only problem: Olivia Hurst was never supposed to reenter the world of the WWE.

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February 2014

Winter was one of the most dormant and soul crushing seasons in Wisconsin. The consistent below zero temperatures would freeze anyone from a warmer climate into a Popsicle in a matter of seconds. The ice would happily help you break a ligament than make sure you got to somewhere safely. The constant gray clouds covering the sun were not helping the situation either. The only consolation prize was the snow. However, even the snow in late February looked just as bleak and miserable as the residents of the state. It wasn't like the snow of December or January when it was fresh, fluffy, and new. No, this snow always seemed to be gray in color and associated with negative emotions more than anything else. Wisconsin and February were certainly not two things that should ever go together, but they always did.

Those were Lita's thoughts as she walked through the small town of Alma, Wisconsin anyway. It seemed fitting the person she had come to visit lived here. This time of year it probably resembled how well her friend and former rival felt both inside and out after the stunt she had pulled so many years ago. Lita shook those thoughts from her head as she stopped and peaked through the large glass window of the building she was about to enter. There seemed to only be one shadow dancing around in the dark lighting inside. She sighed preparing herself and trying to remember the speech she had come up with to try and draw her friend out of hiding. With one last breath, Lita backed away from the window and approached the door to the building pulling it open signifying the business must have been open for the day.

A bell chimed in the background while the door closed shut behind her as the former Woman's Champion stomped her boots to get the crushed snow off them and looked at her surroundings. On the wall closest to her there were about a dozen pictures of young women who she did not recognize with a gold plate indicating a date, a number, and who each woman was. In front of those pictures, there was a small, aging receptionist desk with flyers, notes, and anything a person could possibly want to know about the small Wisconsin community. To her left there were gymnastics mats lining the floor in front of the bay window she had been peaking in through all the way back to a staircase leading to what seemed to be the upper part of the building. Farthest from everything else, there was an old wrestling ring at the back of the room. The ring looked like it had seen better days with it having a torn and ragged apron. Its turn buckles looked to be crying because they were so weak. It amazed her the ring hadn't fallen down and been left in a heaping pile of disrepair.

"Come for a lesson?" questioned someone from behind her, "I don't normally offer private sessions before we open, but you seem like you could use a challenge, Miss."

Quickly, Lita turned around to find a young woman with shoulder length auburn hair and green eyes with blue flecks inside the orbs standing right behind her. She wore a pair of lime green Nike tennis shoes on her feet, athletic shorts, and a t-shirt with the front saying something about 'Alma Homecoming Sponsor' on the front. The young woman looked to be about five foot six and was wearing a scowl across her face too after realizing who had entered her shop. She was looking ready to take Lita down and not really care if anyone yelled at her about it. Of course, she wasn't happy to see Lita.

"Savannah," Lita attempted to speak, but the latter already had her hands up in the air wanting nothing to do with this situation.

"The name's Olivia," stated the auburn haired woman as she began to walk away and circle behind the small registration receptionist desk, "Savannah died a long time ago you know that. Who told you where I was Lita? Better yet, why are you here?"

The redheaded wrestler sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. Why? Why did she think this would be a good idea? Of course, when she had thought about her Triple Threat matches with Savannah Sage and Trish Stratus, they were some of the best women's matches in history. The three of them had inspired a generation of women wrestlers who wanted to take back the industry they loved so much from the models and actresses who couldn't wrestle. Heck, Lita had assisted in training many of those young women. It looked as though Olivia had trained many of them too in her own style of fighting judging by the pictures on the wall behind her.

"I'm here because WWE has given me the honor of being inducted in the Hall of Fame this year," explained Lita as Olivia continued to stare at her not really phased by anything the woman was saying, "I was wondering if you would do me the honor and be the one to induct me?"

It looked like Olivia's eyes were about to bulge out of her head the moment Lita asked her that question. Sure, she knew the answer she would get from Olivia, but it never hurt to ask. Maybe the former wrestler was just excited she had asked and not about to have a stroke?

"Are you an idiot?"

Okay, maybe she was wrong. Lita blinked in confusion a few seconds before realizing what the auburn haired woman had said to her, "Excuse me?"

"I said, are you an idiot? You should know better than anyone I can't go back there. Last time I was there I almost killed Trish in the match we had, Lita. Why on earth do you think it would be a good idea for me to walk back into somewhere like that? Plus how would I explain to everyone 'Oh by the way, Savannah Sage didn't die in a car accident, she just faked her own death for reasons unknown, but here she is to induct her former best friend, Lita into the WWE Hall of Fame, please applaud now!' Hunter would flip out! Do you really think I want to deal with that crazy? Uh, no thank you," answered Olivia as she flipped through the calendar on the desk not even making eye contact with Lita. Olivia's face looked like it was about to have a coronary with how red it was getting.

"Don't you think it's time to give up the ghost, Olivia? Trish is still alive. You're still alive. The fans and the other wrestlers would welcome you back with open arms. I'm sure your Da-…"

"God help me if you say Dad, Lita. Ric was more of a father to me than Hunter and you of all people should know. I mean really who gives someone a sledge hammer for her twenty-first birthday? And you know full well, I'm not talking about the drink," Olivia shot back at her former friend without a care in the world as her face continued to become a bright shade of tomato red. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea on Lita's part after all. Damn Ric and his stupid idea for telling her Savannah's current location. This was his stupid idea anyway to get her back to the WWE where she belonged. Maybe if he, Lita, Edge, and Christian hadn't agreed to help her in the first place none of this would be happening right now. But no, Lita was getting the third degree from this stubborn woman.

"Would you just listen to me for one second?" Lita shouted over her friend trying to reel her back into the conversation, "Maybe it wasn't my best idea for you to induct me, but would you please at least come? I'd love to have both you and Trish there. At one time you two were my best friends, you know?"

Olivia bit the inside of her cheek and looked down at the floor sadly. Lita could sense the internal struggle going on within the young woman and had a bit of hope she would say yes to returning with her to the WWE for one night. If they were lucky, they could sneak her in and no one would see her especially not Hunter and his two newly returned protégés Dave Batista and Randy Orton. If Lita even said those two were going to be at the ceremony there was no way she would be able to get, let alone convince, Olivia to go to the event.

"You know I can't," Olivia spoke again as she looked Lita dead in the eye, "It's too much of a risk. If I go back and Hunter finds out I'm still alive after all these years it'll crush him and then he'll want to kill me."

"But you don't even look like you used to!" argued Lita as she threw her hands up in the air in frustration, "He probably won't even recognize you, he'll probably be too busy hovering around and catering to Steph's every desire anyway."

A pained expression crossed Olivia's features as soon as Lita said those words. This conversation certainly wasn't going the way she had rehearsed it in her mind at all. She had figured she would ask if Olivia would return, they would fight it out, and then she would eventually give in on the subject agreeing to go. What was happening was certainly not what Lita had been expecting at all. The next part she hadn't been expecting either.

"My final answer is no, Lita. Now, if you would please leave my gym before I call the police on you for breaking and entering my business before it even opens." Olivia growled out in annoyance as Lita looked on in shock at her former friend, "You don't tell anyone about this encounter and tell Ric to lose my address, understand? I vowed to myself I would never go back there and that's what I plan on doing. I like being normal too much to go back and ruin everything I worked to build for myself the last ten years."

With a little hesitation at first, but once seeing the look in Olivia's eyes, Lita realized she better leave before something horrible happened. With one last glance at her former friend, Lita marched toward the door and fixed the other woman with an uneasy and certainly unfriendly stare.

"You know someday you're going to have to go back there whether you like it or not to face the past whether you are Olivia Hurst or Savannah Sage Helmsley or somebody else completely, I really don't care. I hope for your sake, someday is sooner rather than later," announced a bitter and angry Lita as she slammed the door making her grand exit from the small building with nothing but contempt for the former diva standing there.

Olivia sighed as she attempted to shake off what had just happened. Sure, it had been ten years since faking her own death, but there was no way she could ever go back to the WWE. She had sworn to herself that night in the parking garage nothing would bring her back to the world she once knew. To her nothing meant absolutely anything; she had missed birthdays, weddings, and babies all her friends had, but those wouldn't bring her back. Neither would the possibility of Randy Orton losing his marbles, John Cena overpowering all his competition, Shawn Michaels retiring or the appearance of the butterfly puke Divas Championship belt. Of course these were all just the ridiculous things Ric would write in his annual Christmas card to her. Olivia shook her head thinking about how sad it was to hear how her division had become such a disarray and mockery, but it was not her responsibility to fix it anymore.

Whoever she had been had died in that car crash all those years ago and nothing was going to unbury Savannah Sage. At least that was what she was thinking as she began to open her gym while attempting to prepare for the students who would be coming in for classes later. Little did Olivia know, someone was plotting and planning, on her behalf, to bring her back to the WWE whether she liked it or not, just like Lita had stated. For now though, she didn't know any better and would continue to live her regular normal everyday life not caring about what was going on in the WWE.

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April 2014

"What are we going to do? What are we going to do? WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?!" Dean Ambrose practically shrieked as he threw a chair across the small area The Shield was using as their locker room for the evening. The young man wasn't in his right mind as he slumped against the wall watching his brothers, Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns, limp into the room behind him. They hadn't been expecting this at all. It wasn't even in the plan, no absolutely not in their plan, or anyone's for that matter.

Years ago, Evolution (one of the WWE's most dominant factions) had disbanded due to the egocentric superstars within it. Each superstar represented a part of time: Ric Flair was the past; Triple H was the present, while Batista and Randy Orton represented the future. However, there was one person who was constantly forgotten about: Triple H's daughter, Savannah Sage Helmsley. She too represented the future of the company. The young woman was Triple H's pride and joy almost as much as any of the championships he had won in the WWE. Savannah Sage was a threat to everyone making her Evolution's most valuable asset. Well, until she died in a tragic car wreck forcing the stable to reexamine itself and self-implode without Savannah's presence. So as Evolution buried the woman they all loved and adored, the WWE moved on expecting to never see a reunion between the parties of Triple H, Randy Orton, and Batista.

That was until tonight. The Shield (the most dominant faction ever) had begun to rebel against Triple H's Authority and were making wrestling fun again. They were getting away with it too… well, until tonight. The three men who formed Evolution came out and assaulted the Shield brothers not really caring how much pain they were inflicting on the young men. The trio of Evolution had left the audience in stunned silence as the the Hounds of Justice ran to lick their wounds swearing to never be caught off guard again by the older generation of the WWE ever again. So this was where they sat attempting to formulate some sort of combat plan, but not really having anything to go by at all since Evolution hadn't been together since the early 2000s.

"Calm down, Ambrose," muttered a sore and stiff Seth Rollins as he rolled his shoulders trying to reduce the pain in them from the Batista Bomb he had taken. Seth knew if there was one thing he could do, it was figure out some form of a contingency plan, but Evolution was a bit out of his range. His confidence may have been lacking on this one, but he couldn't let Roman or Dean see that especially now when they looked like they were already beat. "I'm the god damn Architect! You're the Lunatic Fringe! Roman over there is the Powerhouse! With our combined strengths, you can bet your ass we will be able to kill Evolution in one swoop without even losing sight of keeping justice in the WWE!"

"That's a really great speech and all Seth," muttered Roman from the spot he was sitting at on the wooden bench in the locker room. His shoulders were hunched up as he grabbed his water bottle and squirted some liquid into his mouth before speaking again, "But this is Evolution we're talking about here, Dean's right. We're just the young guys, who worked their way up the ranks with a variety of tactics, but Evolution they're the masters of tactics. What the hell are we going to do?"

"I'll tell you what you're going to do," spoke a voice as all three men turned to see a styling and profiling individual standing in the doorway strolling into their locker room with a sneaky grin on his face, "You're going to go and get help."

The boys quickly became apprehensive as Ric Flair strolled into the room. He was a former member of the group that had just beaten the living daylights out of the three of them. Flair immediately sensed the hesitation in the boys and raised his hands in surrender mocking the white flag gesture.

"I'm not part of the war gentlemen, however, I'm here to help," Flair explained quickly.

"Great," complained Dean with a roll of his eyes, "We got some old guy who can't even wrestle to stand in our corner and watch the crap get beat of us by Trips and his goons."

With a frown and shake of his head Flair looked at the three young men, "Oh no, I didn't say I was the help, now did I? I can give you the person who can save you and the WWE. She just doesn't like being found and she sure as hell does not like training male wrestlers, truly is a shame since she was one of the best. She will be able to help you with your crusade hopefully."

"So let me get this straight? You're sending us to track some lady down to help us fight Evolution? Wow Flair, when they said you lost your marbles a few years ago, I just thought you took too many chair shots to the head." Ambrose scoffed with a dark chuckle, "I don't think any chick can help us with this."

Roman and Seth said nothing, but still looked apprehensively at Flair as he jotted something down on a piece of paper before shoving it at the youngest member of the Shield. In a shaky scrawl, a name and address were written. Ric didn't care if the boys thought he was crazy. He knew she could help them, however resistant all of them would be to the idea. If this was the war that needed to happen to ignite the fire in her again, then these boys would be the match to help her strike it.

"Make fun all you want, but this young woman knows her shit. Use her information how you want, but I'd pick her mind about Evolution and ask her for training. Girl has a big heart," Flair sighed before continuing, "However it's going to take a lot of something to thaw all the ice around it. Good luck boys, I hope for your sake you decide to go see her."

With that, Flair took his leave and headed out the door without a second glance to the trio of young men. The only thing he did do was look around to make sure none of Hunter's security had seen him. That would be a bit concerning and nothing good would come of the knowledge Ric Flair had been in The Shield's locker room giving advice about how to stop the war against Evolution.

Inside the locker room though there was a commotion about what had just happened as the boys had erupted into argument over what to do with this new information. Of course the majority of the arguments were between Dean and Seth as Roman was once again left to play moderator. Roman had to admit each of their points were valid while the two young superstars chucked insults back and forth at each other. With a roll of his eyes, he finally decided it was time for this little tiff to be finished.

"ALRIGHT ENOUGH," shouted the Samoan as he towered over and stood between his two brothers. Automatically, the two silenced themselves and proceeded to turn their attention towards Roman, "Dean you make valid points about trusting the information Flair gave us."

"Exactly!" cried Dean, "He could be sending us to the home of a serial killer on behalf of Evolution! We can't trust him; we can't trust whoever this chick is either. It could all be a trap!"

"I highly doubt that Ric Flair knows any serial killers," scoffed Seth as he crossed his arms in annoyance at such a stupid accusation. He was mildly miffed it seemed Roman had once again taken Dean's side of a very serious argument.

"And Seth, you too make valid points about maybe this woman Flair is sending us to might be the key to stopping the Authority and Evolution's takeover of the WWE. I can agree with you wanting to end this war cause I'm tired of getting the snot beat out of us," Roman stated as Seth blinked in surprise seeing this was going to be a fair discussion between him and his brothers. The oldest member of the group looked between the two of them, "How about we put this to a vote?"

Both of the other men nodded accepting the terms of voting on whether or not to track down Flair's mystery girl. Of course, Seth and Dean voted for their own ideas leaving Roman to be the deciding factor and tie breaker. The looks he received from his brothers when he cast his vote were shocking.

"You want to go?" questioned Seth in surprise as Roman nodded his head with his decision. He could hear Dean cussing out democracy under his breath and wanting this to be a dictatorship especially since he was the leader. Roman understood why he didn't want to go. One of Dean's many hold ups was trust and asking him to trust someone new was going to be a big stretch. Dean did have a valid point though, they didn't know who or what they were going to find when they looked at that paper. However, the three of them would go together because they were brothers.

Little did the three young superstars know what they were going to find certainly did not want to be found let alone train male wrestlers. Flair had said something about melting the ice around her heart and that left a lot of questions for the Hounds of Justice. Something smelled fishy. They were either being given some of the best advice or they were being played by the Nature Boy. Dean, Seth, and Roman would have to wait and see what was going to be lying ahead of them in the next several days.

"So what, who, or better yet should I say, where are we going?" questioned Seth as he, Roman, and Dean, who was hesitant about this whole adventure, scrunched together to see where they had to go to find their so called savior as Flair had spoken so fondly of earlier. It was like Flair had thought of this person as a child of some sort which struck the three men as odd especially when they saw their destination.

In the shaky scrawl, it read in loopy letters on the crumpled up piece of paper: Olivia Hurst, Hurst's Gym, 511 Pine St., Alma, Wisconsin.

"Pack your bags boys, we're headed to Wisconsin!"

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