"Well?"

An impatient reply rose from the group surrounding John Cena, the familiar gruff after-tone in the voice gave away that it was Chris Jericho. John could only sigh as the small window of silence he was given was shut and locked. Without any further ado he opened his eyes and looked to each of the four men standing before him.

"She said we'll know on the next Raw."

"Wait, tomorrow?" said Edge.

"Probably not. I think she means in a week from now." Cena looked to the blonde sullenly, it was already common knowledge that Edge was going to be moving to Smackdown in the following week, to be announced tomorrow. He knew Edge had been hoping to see Arcon in the flesh, but as it sounded that wasn't going to be a possibility. Edge simply nodded his head his eyes trailing to the floor as he gave a half hearted shrug. Everyone ignored the reaction, knowing Edge would have preferred it that way, and plowed on anyways.

"So the answer wasn't a definite then?" Christian asked, directing his question to Cena, but paying close attention to the sudden mask of disinterest plastered on Edge's sharp features. Jericho and the fourth man, Ron "The Truth" Killings kept their eyes on Cena expectantly.

Cena shook his head, another small smile upturning the corners of his mouth. "You know as well as I do, she won't bother talking to the others until the night before they need to be there, just to tell us a day later that they couldn't make it due to transport conflicts."

Christian nodded gravely, bringing a hand to his chin, knitting his eyebrows into a dark expression as he sunk internally from the group, thinking hard on any ideas to change things in their favor. Jericho suddenly shouted a name, startling him from his thought.

"Aleena!"

"Who?" Truth looked at Chris like he was insane.

"Aleena!" said Jericho again, " She's Arcon's girlfriend and another member of the group we're asking for assistance. If anyone can convince Arcon to come back to Raw, its her."

Jericho looked triumphantly to Christian who immediately put his hand in his pocket to fetch out his phone. "Since this really isn't my fight I really should stay out of it, but because I'm a nice guy and I figured a situation like this may arise, I'll help out. You're just lucky I saved her number in my phone."

Jericho laughed, "Well if there's anyone here who could convince her to convince Arcon, it would be you."

Christian looked to the others, "This is the only time I'm offering my help. After this I'm done and you can deal with your own mess." He signaled for silence as the ringer sounded from the phone. Placing it to his ear, he waited patiently for a pick up. Edge opened his mouth to say something but a hand rose to silence him. A click resonated from the ear piece and a gentle and very effeminate voice came from the receiver. It sounded lively, as though sleep wasn't a known concept at 2am.

"Jayyy! How are you!"

The giddy voice brought a sudden smile to Christian's lips. "Hey, I'm sorry to call so late…"

"Oh no its fine! I've been working on a new gadget, so I'll be up for another couple hours. Wide awake! What's up?"

"Some friends of mine are in a spot…" Jay played the emotional tones like a puppet, hoping to pull at her interest and tug her heart strings in a tactical fashion. The others watched closely, their ears straining to hear the response on the other end.

"Oh that's terrible," came the girlish voice.

"Yeah… it has to do with this group trying to take over Raw," he said tentatively.

"Oh… is there anything I can do to help," the excitement that had been very plain in the tone had shifted to concern in a heartbeat.

"There is, if you think you could convince Arcon to come back to Raw and help out." Christian kept his voice low and insecure sounding, a whisper of desperation weaseling onto the end of every word.

The line was silent for a moment, all the bodies in the room moving in closer subconsciously to Christian and his phone. When the voice finally came back, it was chipper again. "Of course I can!" The air lightened in the room for a brief instant, but the voice came again, this time more serious. " What exactly is the situation?"

Christian took a couple minutes to explain the past events between the Nexus and John Cena, wrapping up nicely with Cena's loss and the inevitable consequences should there be no one else to fight them off. Aleena's bright young voice broke out brilliantly, everyone in the room able to hear her crystal clear," Well it sounds like he doesn't need our help then."

"What do you mean…?" Christian looked puzzled, all eyes reflecting worry in that moment. But once again the young woman's voice came brightly, and with as intelligent of an idea as could be hatched.

"Have him destroy them from the inside! The fact they have been stupid enough to try and gain a member from someone who hates them and opposes them that much is just posturing. They don't obviously see the danger that would present if John's will remained in tact after the loss. Sure he may beat himself up about it, but there is no better opportunity to break them up, than there is by having joined their ranks and then obliterate them from within. He's got a victory handed to him."

John nodded, that charismatic smile appearing on his face with newly found vigor. He now knew exactly what to do. All others seemed pretty impressed with the idea as well, standing taller and straighter, with similar looks of triumph on their faces.

"However," came her voice again, "If the stipulation is a lot more limited than I think it is, phone me up after the show and I'll do my best to convince Arcon and the others to go. If you should happen to just want a simple back up though, someone may want to contact Kane. I'm sure Tora would go without the rest of us if he asked her to help the Raw brand out."

"Alright, thanks a million Ina," replied Christian warmly. "Good luck on the gadget, and we'll keep in touch if we need you."

"Always happy to help a friend," the voice said happily, almost as though you could hear the smile, "and Cena," John looked to the phone in Christian's hand," Good luck."

John reached out to take the phone, preparing to say a thank you, but a click and buzz sounded and he knew she had hung up. He would have to thank her later, as the idea now forming in his head was one of pure brilliance. He didn't know why he hadn't thought of it before, this wasn't rocket science after all, and it should have been something he may have planned for before the match. It didn't matter. Now he had a direction to go in, and a plan to follow. Looking determinedly to the rest of them men, his voice carried with importance, "Alright. So here's the deal. I'm gonna go tomorrow night, and I'm gonna try to rip this gang apart from the inside out. In the case shit doesn't go well, I'm gonna need all of you to try and get in touch with Kane, and convince him to call Tora on our behalf. I think it would be safer and better if more than one person asks."

The men nod, looking to one another as if to ensure that everyone was on the same page. Cena continued," As for now, lets all go to our hotels, get a good nights' sleep. Tomorrow, the war against the Nexus begins anew."