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Batista holds the mic to his lips, and speaks. "Tonight I do as I have been saying I was going to do for a long time. I am finally going to rectify certain inequities. Or should I say...we are going to rectify certain inequities." The crowd's boo's began to lower as Batista spoke but some boo's could still be heard. "You see, last week on Unlimited, I told the world that it was me that helped Rock win the NHC title, and to be honest with you, I even put the hood on once just to take out old HHH himself. You see when a problem get's to big, I have to eliminate it early, but in a lot of cases, I messed up, and didn't see that." The crowd's boo's grow louder as the find out that it was Tista that committed the crime of eliminating H from the AF tournament awhile back. "Tonite we make history though! For a moment, let's take a strow down memory lane shall we? You see when I joined a little group started by Triple H, I knew it was going to take me to new height's. That group was Evolution, and because of it, I won my first World Title match. Well that, and taking out Triple H three times for the title." The fan's continue to boo. "Shut up for a second will ya? I'm trying to get to something here if you don't mind?" This made the crowd only boo louder. "Now as I WAS SAYING! After that group came another. This faction was started by someone I never really liked to much. Randy Orton!" The fan's cheered for the name of Randy. "Yea, yea. You see I joined that faction hoping to get somewhere's, but where did it get me? Well it put me behind Randy in every way so I was pretty much just Randy's red carpet to step on." The fan's boo's were beginning to decrease as Batista spoke as questions to what this was began to develop. "No, no, no! That's not it! See I also had a faction of my on that just like Revolution, was short lived. You see nWo Reborn was definitely one of the most dominate factions in TF history, and managed to take Randy Orton, and Edge off of the shelf for a brief moment, but because of me feeling bad for my antics, the dominate force would soon fade away. So you see? I have decided to go with a new theory, and that theory is this! Instead of When a problem get's to big eliminate it, I am going with this. When you can't beat the enemy...join him." Batista then lowered the mic, and looked towards the stage as the crowd began to silence.

After the video was off, Batista held the mic back up. "That's right, you have seen it all! Everyone save your ticket stubs, becuase this night will go down in history. You see, me, and Randy have set a new world order for evolution, and well...that would be nWo EVOLUTION!" The crowd then broke out in cheer's, and jeer's as the new faction was announced. "Will you shut up for a second here, we are still not finished speaking!" Boo's continued louder. Batista then nodded to Randy.

Batista grins as the fan's continue to boo. "Now let's stop playing around, and get down to business. Twisted Flow has just now re opened, and we...are going to blow this place sky high in ratings! You see we are taking over this dump! Anyone who stand's in our way will fall like a sack of stones! We will dominate anyone, any tag team or any faction that DARES to stand in our way! Let the new world order begin, and the evolution of the company be brought to it's peaks!"

A small tone interupted the newly released theme of NwO Evolution, the lights in the arena going completly out. The titontron showing up not what they had debuted, but what someone else was debuting.



Love your hate, your faith lost
You are now one of us
Love your hate, your faith lost
You are now one of us

The crowd had a buzz, looking down the aisle to see if they would be saved from the overbearing and monotonous promo being cut. As Miseria Cantera played out, they looked and saw no one comming, maybe this was just a trick on someone's part?

Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all
Radiate, recognize one silent call
As we all form one dark flame... Incinerate

A Spotlight came on now at the top of the ramp and they saw someone step out, wearing a black hoodie and yellow shorts. A small glimps could be seen of the man's arms, which appeared to be heavily taped. The man was also holding a microphone. He looked up, bringing his hands below his chin in a cross black "X"s on the back of his hands. Cm Punk was looking dead in the ring, at Randy Orton and Batista.

Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all
Radiate, recognize one silent call
As we all form one dark flame
As we all form one dark flame
As we all...

Punk looked at the two men in the ring for at least twenty, maybe thirty seconds. He had a look of utter distain on his face, and he was about to tell the world why. He had never liked Randy, or Batista for that matter, and he had his reasons. Now was just too perfect of a time for him to express himself verbally and physically if he had to.

Love your hate, your faith lost
You are now one of us
Love your hate, your faith lost
You are now one, one of us

The lights came back on now, music dying out, the crowd, whether they hated or loved Punk, grew silent in anticipation for his words. Was he here to ask to join? Was he here to be their first challenge? Was he here to insult everyone? They'd soon find out as Punk brought the mic to his mouth slowly.

"Let me explain something to you people.." Punk started out, in his traditional condicending mannor, leaving no doubt in the minds of Randy and Dave that he was not out here to beg to join. "You see, it's been years that you two have been comming out here and boring me and the rest of these morons with your trials and tribulations. Randy, the third generation star. Batista, the big animal, the muscle of any opperation. Well Orton, it's been three generations and your family still can't get it right, maybe the fourth time will be a charm. Dave, you've been at the top of the mountain and yet here you stand, once again needing other people to get you noticed, what's the deal man? You two have alot of lessons to learn about this business, and I'm here to teach you a few of them." Punk looked out at all the people, getting a mixed reaction right now, but he was just getting warmed up. "You two have had, for the most part, pretty easygoing lives. The son of a professional wrestler I know might be hard at times Randall, but you always had plenty of food on your table, didn't you? Dave, if I'm not mistaken, is another subburban kid who always got what he wanted, including his weight set at the age of four." The crowd had a bit of a chuckle at that last comment, but they still recognized Punk as someone who wasn't out here to win them over. "You guys have been household names for over five years, everyone knows who you are, and everyone is sick of the same old s**t. New World Over? Are you serious? That was around when I was in high school guys! C'mon! There's nothing new about it, all that the NwO stands for is mistrust, misdemeanors and drug problems. Now I'm not saying that you two are doped up on drugs, but I gotta tell you Orton, you really look out of it man." Once again the crowd laughed a bit, but regained it's silence quickly. "Now you want to introduce the old with the slightly less old? Evolution, we all know it's story. Evolution was made to protect one coward and surround him with other cowards. Actually, you two cowards to be specific. Evolution was all about being paid, made and laid. The fact that you guys were and still are paid for what you do is ludacris, you're a bigger waste of money than Hilary Clinton's campaign." that got Punk some heat, the crowd booing him, some cheering for his cheap shot. "We all know you two used to pay to have all those women draped all over you, in fact, outside of that video you always show I've never seen either of you two with a woman. At least none that you paid for, which means you two are just the worst kind of people. Randy, let's start with you, do you like being a puppet? Is that something you really want to make your career out of? First it was Hunter, he made you his little marionette and you danced for him for over a year. Then it was Edge, making you dance, leading you away, just tucking you into the side pocket while he got everything he wanted. Now look at this situation. It's the same thing. As soon as Jugghead figures out that he doesn't need Archie around anymore, you'll be once again alone and useless until you find someone else you can piggyback off of, why not call daddy and ask if you can borrow his cast, that might be a better partner for you. Batista. You can't honestly think that anyone in the world approves of that haircut. That's right, you're such a bad wrestler that if I were to mock your in ring style any further than I already have, it would be considered redundant as anyone that has seen five minutes of one of your matches already knows and acknowledges anything I would have to say." Punk, still looking sombre, stared them down one final time before speaking again. "Now I've had to sit back and watch as you two make a mockery of the one thing that I truely love in this world, I've had to scrape and claw at everything I've gotten, I grew up on the streets, being ignored for years by people just like you. You cruise through life without a care in the world, just concerned about when you'll get your next lay, or your next drink, or your next buzz. Me? I had to worry about where I was getting my next meal. That's not a good feeling. But neither of you would know just how hard it is to walk through life knowing that you're better than everyone else, just trying that much harder to prove to them, prove to all of them that you are the very best at what you do. You see I don't drink, I don't do drugs, I'm an outstanding individual really. But that's not enough, not enough to prove to the world that I am the best. So here we are, FFA's Twisted Flow, you know it's kind of ironic that you two would hook up in Twisted Flow, cause as much as I say, as much as I convince the world that you two are nothing but cowards, I know how dangerous cowards can be. I know how you like to fight, and I know that given the right opportunity you have the potential to take down anyone in the world. But you see boys, I'm not just anyone, I'm Straight Edge, I'm the man who has surpassed luck, I, am C.M.Punk, and I'm better than you." Punk put down the mic slowly from his face, looking to the two men once again, then out at the crowd of people he could see from the top of the ramp, just waiting for the two men, either of them, to give him some kind of rebuttle.

Batista held the mic up,and chuckled a little as he began to speak again. "Well look who it is! Mister drug free sissy boy! You know? You speak about how your drug free, and don't drink or whatever, but kid really!? You know just as well as I do that you don't drink or do drugs, because no one offer's them to you. You see, you lack a social life! You lack friends! Man, I bet you have to pay chick's just to be seen with your ragged a**! Listen, why don't you come back here when you have at least gotten out of diapers, and then maybe we can talk man to man, but looking for a push in this business by making a name off of our great faction? Nah, nah, nah, that's not happening bone sack, so just run on home to mommy, cause I think your suppers getting cold." The fan's bood loudly at how Batista was not taking CM Punk seriously.

Batista grins as he speak's again. "Ok Punk, let's play. You want to make a complete a** out of yourself in front of all of these people then that's fine with me. I'll accept your challenge, and put the skeleton back in it's grave." Batista then motions to Randy, that he want's to face Punk alone, and back's up a little as he await's Punk to get in the ring.

Randy smirked and started to get out of the ring toward the announcer's table.