WARNING: Contains spoilers from 8/16 RAW

A Solution to Evolution

Prologue

Randy Orton sighed to himself, his fingers tracing the bandage over his forehead. It was Tuesday night, now, and the shock of what had happened on RAW still hadn't worn off. He looked around the hotel room, eyes falling on the WWE Heavyweight Championship lying on top of the table by the window. Randy sat down on one of the two beds, silently thankful that he had been able to switch rooms with someone from the company. He had been scheduled to room with Hunter—not exactly the best thing, considering the circumstances. Of course, had it come down to that, Randy would've found another hotel, but it was just easier to switch rooms. Randy looked over at the second bed in the room, silently wondering who his roommate would be. Shrugging, the champion laid back on the bed, mentally going over the events of the night before.

He had known something was wrong the moment Triple H had started that pep talk. There was something in the man's eyes that just seemed...wrong. After Summerslam, Randy had been concerned. Triple H had always wanted the title, and had always done everything in his power to get it. It unnerved him on Monday night that he didn't—at the least—ask for a title shot after Benoit's match. The fact that HHH went out of his way to give Randy a pep talk was just the sealing factor to his earlier notion: something was wrong.

When the bell rang later that night, signifying his win against Chris Benoit, Randy had been a little surprised that Evolution was so overjoyed. Nonetheless, he'd shrugged it off, even when Batista lifted him up on his shoulders. It was when Triple H had given him a thumbs-up that Randy had frozen. The way that he had strained to get Randy's attention completely on him was a sign that it was something he wanted Randy to remember forever.

And Randy was positive that it had nothing to do with a thumbs-up.

He watched helplessly as Triple H had turned his thumb downward. Before it could totally sink in, Batista felt backward, slamming Randy's back into the mat. The beating had then commenced. After the shot to the head with the title, Randy could barely feel the blood trickling down his face, let alone fight back. He had, however, heard every word that Triple H said. And Randy had been right: Triple H would stop at nothing to get his title back.

Randy sighed, realizing that his fists were clenched now. He ran a hand over his head as he sat up, putting his legs over the edge of the bed. "You're nothing without Evolution!" Triple H had howled. Orton paused, his face creasing in anger.

He would prove Hunter wrong. He wasn't sure how, but he would do it.

A knock from the door interrupted his thoughts. 'Must be my roommate,' Randy thought, and then frowned. Why was he knocking, then? As he made his way to the door, Randy sheepishly realized that he had taken both keys from the front desk. Randy opened the door, and had to clench his jaw to stop from gaping.

John Cena.

"I thought you were on Smackdown?" those were the first words out of Randy Orton's mouth as he stared at his new roommate—who looked equally surprised.

"I got traded," was his simple answer.

"For who?"

"'To be announced', or so Vince says," John replied, then looked past Randy into the room. "So, you gonna let me in or what?"

Twenty minutes later, Randy couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in the silence. 'So, John Cena's been traded? What do I care?' he asked himself, and the answer was immediate. 'I've already got Evolution on my back—I don't need this guy after my title too.' Randy exhaled slowly, leaning back into the pillows on the bed. This was just not his week.

John Cena was lying on the other bed next to Randy, earphones on and blaring music that only he could hear. He sighed and plucked the earphones out one by one, and then propped himself up on his elbow, staring over at Randy. "Okay, let's cut the crap," he announced. Randy looked over at him, his eyebrows raised. "You want to kick Evolution's ass; I want a big start on RAW. I know a way we can get both." Randy sat up, his interest in John Cena suddenly renewed.

"Go on."

Author's Note: Yeah, I have a bunch of new stories up already, but I just couldn't resist! After seeing RAW yesterday, I wanted to write something about it. I hope you guys liked it! Please review!