Chris Jericho stayed with the gang for the weekend in order to learn their ways and be trained. But before any of this could happen, he had to be tested to prove his loyalty to the mob boss and to see if he really had the potential the four henchmen really believed. The test came unexpectedly Friday morning before the weekend training session would begin. The mafia was in their abandoned factory hideout.

"Hey boss, I'm starved." One of the big guys said.

"Don't knock me about it." Their leader grumbled, turning up the volume to one of his soap operas that he watched regularly. He took out the cigarette box from a pocket in his black jacket. "Darn, I'm out of smokes!"

"Well don't knock me about it." The big one taunted and the second big guy laughed.

"Hey shut up!" The boss threw it at them, hitting one of them on the arm.

"You know boss, we are low down on supplies." The tall one walked out of another room.

"Do you think it's about time for another heist?" The small one approached the boss in his chair.

"No, it's too risky." The old man shook his head and began to think. "You just broke out after getting caught not even a week ago... wait! Chris?"

Everyone turned over to Chris Jericho, who was standing in a dark corner under the stairs where a bunch of boxes and crates were. He looked up, wearing a new expression he'd acquired since teaming up with the mobsters. It was a mad face frozen by loath and envy, he was wearing black jeans and a white muscle shirt, the trademark look of the mafia gang. He took the toothpick out of his mouth and threw it down in a Scott Hall fashion before walking into the afternoon light that penetrated from one of the dusty roof windows.

"What up?"

"We need you to run a little errand." The boss smiled.

"Shoot."

"We need you to run down to the corner store and pick up a few things for us."

"No prob." Chris nodded and looked over at the four.

"Get me a snack." The big one said.

"Grab me that new adult mag." The second big one added.

"Do you think you can score me a sports soda?" The short one asked. "How about you fetch me a little something too, anything's fine." The tall one replied.

"And don't forget about your old man's smokes." Their boss cut in.

"Sure thing boss, no sweat." Chris nodded and headed towards the door.

"Oh and Chris?" The boss's voice made him turn around. "Come back quick and be careful." Chris nodded again as he grabbed his black jacket and left the premise.

He walked down the street with his left thumb in his pocket with the rest of the hand hanging out, the signal to other gang and members to whom he was allied with. He saw a bald guy walking down the road at him with the same hand position. As they passed they raised their right hand to slap high five and catch each other on the rebound, telling the other that they were aware of each other. Chris made it to the corner store in five minutes and walked in, hearing the sound of the little bell buzzer. He kept that in mind. Chris looked over to the shopkeeper who just helped a customer out the door. They both nodded at each other and Chris began his mission. He walked down the aisles and each time the man turned around he'd put something under his coat. Finally he was done and walked over towards the door. He watched a person come in and the bell buzzed again. Chris looked around and began to think. He grabbed a paper out of his pocket and folded it into a cheap paper airplane then threw it through the open glass doors. It buzzed and Chris clenched his fist and stomped his foot. The buzzer wasn't censored on the ground but censored by anything that passed through the door.

"Thank you, come again." Came the voice of the shopkeeper as a man grabbed his brown paper bag and headed towards the door.

"Perfect." Chris nodded to himself as he watched the man near and the shopkeeper turned to talk to another customer.

The man stepped out the door and it buzzed, as the man did so, Chris jumped along with him and it didn't make an extra sound, the censor thinking that Chris was still the man. The man walked the opposite way of Chris and he walked casually around the corner. When the coast was clear he bolted back to the headquarters, making it back in three minutes.

"Oh, back so soon?" The boss was shocked that it took less than ten minutes.

"Was it a success?" The tall one asked as Chris caught his breath after closing the door.

"Yea." He smirked over.

"Yea!" Everyone cheered.

The boss spoke back up as Chris handed out everyone's item, "You know Chris, I had you all wrong. You really are a great asset to this team." Chris approached his leader and handed him his box of cigarettes. "Thank you." He smiled and patted his arm. "Welcome aboard." "Yea!" Everyone began to root again. Chris smirked to himself, he had been accepted. That weekend he began the training, but meanwhile, elsewhere in California.....

"Guys, I'm hungry!" Rikishi was complaining for the third time that hour.

"Would you please shut the hell up?" RVD growled.

"It doesn't cut it." Kurt Angle sighed as he shook his head. "That can't replace Chris."

"Yea I know." RVD let out a long breath.

"I don't get it fellas." The Undertaker replied as he leaned back in his seat. "We went to Alcatrass and they said Chris wasn't there."

"Are you sure they weren't lying?" Kane asked.

"Yea I'm sure. I explained everything to them but they kept muttering on about confidentiality." Taker put his arms behind his head.

"Maybe there's nothing we can do." The Rock stared blankly outside the unmoving minivan. They were parked in the prison museum parking lot.

"There has to be something, but what, what, what?" Austin asked as he watched a tourist group.

"Hey, what's that?" Kane sat up and everyone looked foward.

"It's a patty wagon. But this isn't a working prison." Rocky began to think.

"Guys, I don't like this." Rob began to grow nervous.

"I have an idea, stay here." Kurt unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. Everyone watched him walk over to the two cops in the wagon. "Hey, excuse me!"

"Oh sorry, the tourist group is down on the dock." One officer said.

"No I'm not in the group, I actually need to talk to you."

"Oh?" The second officer turned around. "About what?"

"A guy was brought here by accident and...."

"Yea we were told about that, somebody had already told our manager." One cop replied.

"Yea, that's why we're here, to get him."

"I'm afraid that can't be done." The other officer shook his head.

"Hu, why not?"

"You see, we never realized our mistake until we finished our transfer."

"What? Transfer?"

"Yes, we moved your friend to another prison."

"Which one?"

"San Quentin."

"What!"

"Yea, we're real sorry about that." The officer patted Kurt on the shoulder and walked off

"Wait, where's that?" Kurt asked the second cop who chose to stay with the truck.

"Oh it's in..." He began but was cut off when the first cop came running over.

"Hey guys, you're not gonna believe this!" He panted.

"What is it?" Kurt and the other cop asked.

"There was a breakout in San Quentin during the anniversary performance, five escaped and one was our lackey."

"Chris is out?" Kurt sighed with relief. "That's good, he's probably back in LA by now."

"That's not a good thing." The cop shook his head and Kurt turned, confused. "We ran a background check on the four and they're part of the notorious mafia gang that's been attacking LA and causing many rampages." Kurt remembered the headlines from the paper Taker got that said the city hall was bombed by mob terrorists, it was the same gang. "Your friend has allied himself with them, so I'm afraid that next time he's caught, it won't be by accident."

"Oh no...." Kurt began to panic.

"We have to get down there and fast." The second cop turned to his partner. "Remember those three that escaped?"

"Yea, they were brought in when Chris was."

"They're no doubt headed back to LA to reclaim their lost territory." "But that was in the abandoned part of town, what does that have to do with the government?"

"The gang that they fought owns it, they're rivals and with all of these conditions."

"And Chris is caught in it." Kurt said to himself, shaking his head in disbelief.

"We have to get down there, call the chairman and get a squad for backup."

"Right." The first cop ran off, leaving the second cop with Kurt.

"We're going down with you." Kurt turned to him, he looked at him in shock. "Chris is our friend, we know something's wrong here and he's our responsibility. We can help."

"Good." The cop nodded.

"Wait here so we can all go together, I'll be right back." Kurt ran off back to the van. Everyone looked up seeing him rush. "Guys I don't have much time to explain but, Rocky we're going with the cop squad."

"What why?" Rock asked.

"Chris is back in LA."

"What?" Everyone gasped.

"Not again, what, again, again!" Austin yelled.

"This is serious, Chris is in the middle of a gang war and if things go as bad as the police think they will, the cop units and Chris will all need our help." Kurt looked at his frozen friends.

"Well guys, it looks like we've got more than we bargained for on our California tour." Rock sighed.

"Hey, we've helped Chris a thousand times before, what's a thousand and one?" RVD asked.

"Yea, we're in." Rock nodded to Kurt.

"Good." Kurt turned around to be greeted by the two cops. "What is it?

"Guys it's worse than we thought." One cop announced.

"What?" Kurt asked and everyone drew closely attentive.

"We just got in contact with the LAPD and they said that war is eminent."