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Day 3: 4:02 p.m.

"How many title opportunities exactly?" Wade Barret asked his faction mates, that faction being the League of Nations. "They didn't say." Sheamus, the pale and red headed Irish man answered putting on his sunglasses as he looked around the pavilion. Alberto Del Rio looked over at his friends as a low chuckle came out of his throat and he quickly noted, "we'll get as many as we demand."

Sheamus simply nodded in agreement, they would get what they wanted no matter what they did. With a low sigh, he took a sip of his Root Beer before looking back over across the pavilion, right where the Bullet Club was sitting and talking amongst themselves. "When should we move?" Rusev asked, making sure to continue looking at his friends as Barret had ordered so the Club wouldn't get suspicious.

"Well…I say we wait until they've turned around." Del Rio answered while Barret simply shrugged, he was down to attack whenever. "We have an hour," Sheamus began looking back at his teammates noticing two giant figures approaching, "so we can wait."

The Irish teen looked up at two figures, and boy was it a surprise. Brock Lesnar and Goldberg approached the faction, and the rest of the team quickly noticed. "Well, well, well," Goldberg began looking at the League of Nations with his usual angry and growly voice, "what the hell do we have here?"

Brock chuckled looking over at the Bullet Club and quickly back to the League realizing what their plan was. "Now you boys wouldn't be thinking about attacking the Club, would you?" He asked already knowing the answer, and he certainly wouldn't allow them to get the title match from Stephanie.

Rusev nervously shook his head, last time he took a trip to Suplex City it hadn't turned out well. He wouldn't make that mistake again. "No, no, no, no, no." The Bulgarian mumbled making Brock smile happily, he loved when people feared him. "Good," Goldberg began looking over at the Beast, "then let's go give them a visit."

Brock nodded in agreement and quickly followed his friend past the League of Nations, not noticing the looks of anger that covered their faces at the disrespect. "So, which one of us is going for the World Title?" Brock asked as they walked past a couple of tables, not noticing the four foreigners standing up at their table.

"Maybe we can Rock, Paper, Scissors it." Goldberg replied, knowing that they really didn't need to fight anymore, enough damage had been dealt. Before Brock even got to reply, they turned around at the sound of footsteps and the four members of the League of Nations were charging at them like morons.

"Isn't this a lovely surprise." Bill noted before charging and he quickly speared Rusev to the ground, while Brock simply waited for Barret and Sheamus to come at him. Goldberg got up onto his knees, which allowed Del Rio to kick him in the side of the head letting out a large slap into the air gaining the attention of the Biz Cliz.

As Goldberg went slightly limp, Brock was busy catching Sheamus' foot as he attempted to give the Beast a Brogue Kick.

Brock kicked Barret in the stomach making the Brit double over before he pushed the Irish teen's foot to the side making him turn around. While his back was to him, Brock stepped forward wrapping his arms around Sheamus' torso and he threw him backwards with a German Suplex right onto a table.

Alberto Del Rio quickly went for another kick on Goldberg's head, but the large teen caught it shaking his head disapprovingly. He pulled Del Rio towards him as he stood up and he hit him with a Closeline that looked like it could kill.

Meanwhile Brock picked up the doubled over Barret and picked him up into the air with his arms.

He quickly pushed his legs up making Barret flip midair and his back was now aimed towards the ground, while Wade fell towards the ground Brock took the opportunity to plant him into a table.

"Pathetic." Bill noted as he noticed the four boys in the Bullet Club watching them, all very interested in what was happening. He slowly looked over at them, noticing the small one, Finn, looking kind of scared, but who could blame him? He and Brock were huge guys, and were known for being the most dominant wrestlers in the camp.

Otherwise, the others looked intrigued. AJ obviously just wanted to know who he was messing with, and probably scanning for weak points while Luke and Karl were making sure that they wouldn't get near.

"You good?" Brock asked making Bill look over at him and nod, the only thing that hurt was the stinging sensation that Alberto's kick had left. "I'll be fine," he began before gesturing towards the Club with his head, "let's go give them a visit." The Beast smirked before they both turned and continued to make their way to the group.

The duo was silent as they approached the group, unsure of what exactly they would say but they whatever they did end up saying, the Bullet Club wouldn't forget.

They eventually stopped in front of the faction, and Bill could see the nerves in AJ's eyes. His job was to protect his friends, but how was he possibly supposed to do that right now? "Admittedly we came here to fight," Goldberg began before Brock could just begin to attack them, "but I want you four to understand something!"

"If you guys show up tonight," Brock cut him off but Bill didn't argue, "what we did to them," he pointed backwards at the League of Nations, "we'll do to you and it will be 1,000 times worse."

AJ was silent as he stared at Brock, really not liking anyone threatening his team. Finn just had to butt in, "te last people to say tat to us ended up getting teir asses beat." Brock raised an eyebrow at Finn's audacity, this kid had balls at least.

Goldberg simply glared at the teen for a second before looking back at AJ, "be happy we warned you. Other teams aren't as considerate when there's a bounty on your heads."

Brock chuckled at the looks on the guys' faces, but he simply gave Bill a hit in the arm gesturing for them to leave, so Goldberg nodded and the duo left leaving the Bullet Club to themselves.

What were they talking about?

Alrighty, well I had to introduce the two eventually and I kind of wanted to stick with the faction theme because factions are pretty cool. I hope you enjoyed, and as always if you have any ideas let me know!