Summary: In this alternate universe, the members of Evolution (Triple H, Ric Flair,
Batista, Randy Orton) are in charge of a growing nightclub empire. But it's not
just parties that they deal in. If it's illegal, you can pretty well bet that
they have their hands in it. They've been successful, and the women with them
have been just as successful. However, their success is coming back to bite them
in the ass. They have wronged someone, and the perpetrator must be caught before
Evolution and all those connected to them end up dead.
Author's Note: I wrote this story a while back, earlier this year, I believe. It's an AU story featuring Evolution as club owners. I warn you now that this story does involve some heavy themes, including drug use, assault and murder. If any of those offend you, do not read any further into this story. If you're cool with it, then by all means, trudge along.
The main cast is as follows:
Triple H
Ric Flair
Batista
Randy Orton
Trish Stratus
Stacy Keibler (In this AU, she is Ric Flair's daughter)
Chris Benoit
Chyna
Hunter Hearst Helmsley hit the floor hard. His jaw stung from the left-handed blow that connected solidly with his face. He rose his hand to touch the tender spot and flinched at the pain. A crowd formed around him and his head rotated to give all of the spectators a glare as he got to his feet. Another fist came towards him and he ducked just in time. The blow hit the tip of the chin of the man behind him.
Dave Batista stumbled backwards, but didn't fall. His muscles flexed beneath his tailored suit. A sneer spread his lips. He pushed Hunter out of the way and barrelled forward. He hit the attacker with a heavy shoulder and rushed him to the ground. Still the crowd grew more, but the fighters didn't acknowledge them.
William Regal put his arms up, blocking the oncoming blows with his forearms. He pulled his legs up planted his feet against Dave's stomach just enough to kick him back and jump back to his feet. Anger boiled up in him and gave him the strength to surge forward. He threw determined and measured punches towards Hunter and Dave, connecting with nearly every blow.
Dave and Hunter were backed halfway across the dance floor by the time security waded through the crowd. Arms wrapped around Regal's waist and he turned around ready to strike out. He stopped at the sight of the large woman in front of him. Her hair was midnight black and fell over her shoulders to the elbow. She was more muscular than most men he had seen... but she was still a woman. That thought halted his punch, but didn't stop hers.
Chyna released Regal and punched him once, hard in the stomach. He bent forward and she brought her forearm up into his face. He stumbled backwards and two large bouncers grabbed his arms.
"I'll kill you!" His British accent was so thick that his words seemed to run together. "If that dear boy dies, I'll come back here and destroy every last one of you!"
"Get that crazy son of a bitch out of my club!" Hunter came around Regal's side to face Chyna. "You're the head of security! How the hell did he get in here."
Chyna glared at him. A low growl crept up her throat. She worked in that club as a favor to Dave, not to listen to Hunter pretend to be great. Any niceties between the two were few and far in between thanks to a past that was filled with broken hearts and burnt bridges. "Don't fucking order me around," she told him. "And you damn sure aren't gonna question me."
"It's my fucking club! I'll do whatever the fuck I want to do!"
"It's not just yours!" She pushed him aside, wondering why the hell she had decided to work there at all. She pointed to the bouncers, then jerked her thumb towards the door. "Get him the hell out of here and don't let him back in!"
"You're all dead!" Regal yelled as he was dragged off the dance floor. "You're selling drugs out of this club and I'll destroy you for it! Keep your filthy garbage away from Eugene!"
"We don't care about your fucking retard!" Dave lurched forward, then stopped as Chyna moved in front of him. "Get the hell outta here and don't come back!"
The bouncers dragged Regal kicking and screaming out of the club. Hunter stood in the middle of the dance floor and looked around. People stood in huddled masses. So many whispers at once turned into a dull roar. The music had stopped playing. The drinks had stopped flowing. Upstairs, he saw one of his other partners, Ric Flair, staring down from their glass encased office with a frown. Hunter groaned and looked around for the other partner. Randy Orton stood near one of the raised cages, looking up to talk to the dancer inside. He turned again and saw Dave standing beside him, the last of the partners in his nightclub venture.
With a growl and sneer, Hunter shouted, "Everybody back to business! Turn that goddamned music back on! Get a fucking drink! This is a dance club, goddammit! Fucking dance!"
Everyone was slow to move, but eventually the party grew back to a throbbing pace. Dave put a hand on Hunter's shoulder and he whirled around. "What?"
Dave groaned. "Take a walk, man. Grab a couple of chicks and take 'em back to VIP. Do something because you're about to start pissing people off."
"Who? Chyna? Fuck her, it's my club."
"It's our club, and we wanna make money. Call the cops tomorrow and get a restraining order against that limey fuck and let it be done. We've got more important things to think about." Dave straightened his tie and rotated his neck. He put his hand to his jaw and jerked it quickly to the right. It was still sore, but he'd get over it. "And back the fuck off of Chy, alright? We finally squashed that shit with you two so it won't hurt business. Don't bring it back up."
Dave turned away and Hunter watched him go to Chyna and throw his arm over her shoulders. Hunter growled and turned away. He was tired of people getting in his face, but Dave had a point. They had a business to run and starting shit with his partners and employees wasn't the way to make money.
With a shrug he looked down and straightened his shirt. One of the buttons were torn and he muttered, "Fuck." Sighing, he pulled his jacket in and fastened an extra button, then walked off the floor. He randomly grabbed two girls, one blonde and the other brunette, and led them off towards the back. Fuck Regal and his little adopted retard... What could they do to him, anyway?