Edge and Christian followed Chris Jericho, they figured he was going back to the hotel, rather than that however he led them to an old familiar territory.
"Wait, why are we here?" Edge frowned.
Christian looked around, "Where are we?"
"This is the old WCW office suite and that little arena over there was the Power Plant."
"Oh." Edge and Christian looked at each other, understanding now.
Jericho sighed, "This is so stupid."
"It is ridiculous." Edge nodded in agreement.
"And not to mention pointless!" Christian added.
"Why did I even come here, there's nothing for me to see here, so let's just head back." Jericho ran off once again.
"No stop!" Edge cried.
"Aw come on, please wait…" Christian sighed.
"Well, shall we?" Edge turned to him.
He turned to face him back, "Yes, let's do…" They followed him yet again.
About an hour passed and another person arrived at the site, also reliving familiarities from the past.
"The Power Plant…" Ashley sighed and she turned to the old HQ building and stared at the ground. "Why did I even come here, there's not much I can do? This is all ancient history written in the past." She looked up skyward, sadly. "Is that also what I can say for me and Chris?" The corner of her eye caught something. "Hey what's that?" She bent down and picked up her findings. "Odd, this is the exact same bottle those two Canadians with Chris were drinking out of…" She turned around. "Were they… here?"
"Hey who are you, what are you doing here?"
Ashley gasped and whirled around, "What's that?"
A large man appeared, "Punk lurker."
"Excuse me, but I have more of a right to be here than you do, this just so happened to be my fathers old company!"
"So, if it isn't little Ashley Marie." The man chuckled, cracking his knuckles.
Ashley began to shiver and cower slightly, "Now I remember you…" But what was this man doing here?
"Wife, of all the crazy, ludicrous…" Edge was muttering to himself as he walked along with Christian.
"Why would he make such a bold declaration like that, I mean, what about Trish?"
"Now she's his wife."
"Yea, I know, that's why I said, what about Trish."
"We should try to catch up again, Chris is probably back at the hotel by now."
"Yea you're right."
"Ah!"
"What was that?" Edge whirled around.
"Run!" Christian cried and ran, Edge followed.
"What, you two?" Ashley burst out from the bushes.
They gasped, "It's Ashley!"
"What are you doing here?" Edge asked.
"Did she follow us?" Christian wondered.
"No time for that!" Ashley gasped as she heard the man coming closer, she turned and ran again.
"What the…?" Christian cocked his head as the angry roaring man charged out from behind a tree.
"Ah!" They both took off after Ashley.
"This is starting to get fun." The man jeered to himself.
Meanwhile…
"Hey if it isn't Lance Storm." Chris Benoit smiled as he opened the hotel room door.
"Hi, yea I was just in the neighborhood, thought I'd pop in and say hi." He leaned in the doorway. "Hi Trish."
"Hello Lance!" She waved from sitting on the bed with the small child that looked to be about two years old.
"Well who is this little fellow?"
"This is my son Tony Lee."
"Aw, looks like you and Chris finally decided to tie the knot eh?"
"Yes." She giggled. "Tony, say hi to our guest, this is daddy's friend Lance."
"I ance." The young one said in awe, causing Benoit to laugh.
"So where is the proud papa anyway?" Lance looked out the second story window.
"He should be back any second now…" And as soon as Trish spoke…
"Hey yo!" Jericho burst loudly through the door, starling everyone and causing his son to cry out. "Whoops, sorry guys."
Benoit frowned as Trish rocked the child, "You know sometimes I wonder how pathetic a parent you can be."
"Oh, and excuse me for asking, but isn't it you who can't choose between women, bouncing back and forward between the divas?"
Benoit's eye twitched, "That's besides the point, you can be such a pest sometimes."
Jericho stuck out his tongue, "Well excuse me now but I have to see my wife."
"Fine." Benoit turned his back to them, folding his arms.
"Well, well, if it isn't Lance. How are you man?" Jericho smiled.
"Don't good, just stopped by to see how you all were doing and all."
"Cool, cool. And how's my little one?"
"Tony is doing just fine."
"And you madam?"
"Quite well." She giggled as they gave each other a small quick kiss.
"So, give him the middle name Lee after your webmaster friend?" Lance asked.
"Yup, I thought it might be nice." Jericho winked.
"Ok enough." Benoit turned back around. "What are you doing here, I thought you said you were going to the arena."
Jericho leered back at him, "Can't you go one second without having to start something with me?"
"Oh so you want me to start something with you?" Benoit clenched his fist.
"I'm not asking, I'm telling!" Jericho got in his face and started to growl.
"Oh the raging hormones…" Lance slapped his forehead. "I see nothing has changed."
"Chris, don't make me hit you." Trish warned.
"Aw come on Trish…" Jericho whined.
"I was talking to Benoit…"
"Oh." Jericho turned back and sneered at him. "Yea, Benoit."
"Stop it Chris, and this time I was talking to you, Jericho." That caused him to gulp.
"If we're quite finished now, we need to get ready for the house show tonight." Benoit turned to head to the door.
"Yea he's right, we really should…" Trish was cut off once more by the door flying open.
"Chris!" Edge and Christian screamed, scrambling into the room.
"What took you?" He put his hands on his hips.
"Quick close the door, it's coming!" Christian cried as he and Edge ran to hide behind the bed.
"Coming?" Trish frowned. "What is?"
Lance turned towards the door, "Do you hear something…?"
The man barged loudly (more so than Chris from before) in the doorway, causing the surprised group to gasp in shock, "Ah, where is she?"
"She, who?" Jericho narrowed his eyes, the only she in the room was Trish, his wife.
"That's what we were running from!" Edge poked his head out from behind the bed.
Christian did as well, "Ashley said he followed her from the Power Plant."
"But I wonder…" Edge turned to Christian. "If he's here, where is she now?"
Jericho grew serious yet wore a slight bit of concern on his face, "Ashley…?"
