"Stay here." Flair turned to Chyna and Lita. "Come on guys, let's go."
"Uhm, I think I'm going to stay back here, with the girls." Oolong shivered.
RVD nodded, "That's a good idea. Puar, you stay back here too."
"Right." Puar nodded. "Just please be careful Rob."
"Don't worry." He have a thumbs up. "We'll be ok."
Flair led RVD, Rey Mysterio, Crash, Benoit and Jericho down the hall and to the other end of the arena where the parking lot was. It was empty except for a few cars, and down across the lot was Eddie Guerrero, standing alone.
"Eddie!" Benoit yelled, and he turned.
"Hodale vatos locos!" He smirked, he knew what was going on, and he knew that they knew.
"Enough of the small talk Eddie, let's do this." Flair growled.
"Careful old man, wouldn't want the general manager of the company to have a heart attack." He laughed.
Benoit growled, "Stop the games and get to it Guerrero!"
Jericho whispered to Flair, "He's right, it's too risky for you out here, you'd better go back."
Flair looked around, "Are you sure?" He nodded. Flair understood. "Ok, good luck."
Jericho watched him leave, he waited until he was gone, "So come on Eddie, bring out your guest for this evening."
"Oh, and here I wanted it to be a surprise." Eddie smirked. "But you want it, you got it, gentlemen, behold!"
And with that, Eddie stepped back and an oddly familiar theme filled the ears of the group, something they remembered from back in their WCW days. Crash and RVD looked a little confused, not being former alumni, but their insecurities were soon answered when a huge man appeared from around the corner, sniffing and spitting with rage as he confronted the shocked group. Goldberg got down in a fighting pose.
"Wait a minute." Jericho whispered to Benoit. "You don't think that... that he was effected by the radiation too."
"You'd better believe it boy!" Goldberg overheard, Jericho shook with fear.
"Oh this is just great!" Benoit growled.
"Have fun boys." Eddie laughed as he sat down to watch.
"Ready?" Benoit looked at Rey, Crash, RVD and Jericho, they nodded. "Let's go!"
They all gave a battle cry and jumped up. Goldberg jumped into the air to avoid the attack. They all floated, staring down their opponent. Crash attacked first but Goldberg dodged the assault and grabbed him, throwing him onto a car and out of action.
"Crash!" Jericho cried, he wasn't moving. "No, you monster!"
"Don't worry, he's not dead, just knocked out. No way Goldberg's capable of killing a man." Benoit assured.
"Are you so sure?" Goldberg laughed.
"I've have enough of you!" Rey shot a barrage of energy blasts at Goldberg. He caught his breath as the smoke faded but then gasped at what he saw. "Hu?"
"Please." Goldberg stood unharmed. "You think that can defeat me?" He flew forward and punched Rey up by his stomach and then kicked him in the back, causing him to fly against a wall. Goldberg smirked as he saw Rey get back up. "You're tough, for a little guy." He aimed his hand at him and then shot.
"Ah!" Rey flew into a filled trash bin and it closed on him.
"No, Rey!" Jericho cried.
Goldberg laughed, "Now that the amateurs are out of the way, perhaps I can take on a real fighter."
"Your wish is granted!" RVD jumped at him and attacked him continuously with a series of punches and kicks, but Goldberg blocked them all with his body. "You'll pay for what you've done to my friends, you monster!"
RVD pulled back to attack but Goldberg grabbed him tightly around the neck and held him against one of the concrete pillars in the carport, he laughed, "A monster am I? Allow me to show you how monstrous I can be!" He tightened his grip, RVD was choking and gasping for air, his face was turning red. And if that wasn't enough, Goldberg was pushing him through the concrete which caused an immense amount of pain on Rob's part. Rob began to cough, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth, "Time to put the baby to bed." He pulled him out. "Good night!" He threw him into the air and pounded his back, causing him to plummet to the ground where he landed in a motionless state.
"Rob, no. How dare you!" Jericho stepped forward. "This ends here, now!"
"Ah, I remember you very well Chris." Goldberg laughed. "I highly doubt there's very much you can do, so far as what I've seen from your friends there."
"You'll pay for what you've done, you will suffer ten time more for each of them, by my hands!"
"Oh, and who died and made you leader?"
"Leader this." Jericho powered up and bolted forward, using his entire body to ram onto Goldberg's chest. He cried out, the wind knocked out of him, and fell back, rolling over a few times until he stopped. Jericho panted, "How's that Goldie?"
Goldberg caught his breath and smirked, "Not bad, for a baby."
"Hu?" Before Jericho could move, Goldberg was on top of him, attacking with punches and kicks that Jericho blocked with punches and kicks of his own. Finally Goldberg shot an energy blast at Jericho, which flung him into the air, where Jericho caught himself. "Come on Goldberg, stop toying around here."
"As you wish." Goldberg flew forward, punched him in the gut and grabbed him by the neck. He spun him around and threw him to the ground. Jericho lay shivering in pain and coughing up blood, he was down but not out. He tried to get back up but was too weak to hold himself. "Pity Jericho, as the leader I so thought it would be a good fight."
"But I'm not the leader." Jericho moaned and sighed, he sat down and whispered to himself, "Oh that's it, what can I do? Nothing. I give up..."
"The choice was yours to make." Goldberg began to power up. "I shall make your end quick and painless, after all, the life you've lived as been long and painful enough." Goldberg began to power up a final blow, he shot it at Jericho who closed his eyes.
"Chris no!" Benoit jumped in the way and took the blast.
"Benoit!" Jericho cried, as the dust settled, Benoit lay on the ground in front of Jericho. "Benoit, oh Benoit!" Jericho began to cry.
"Hey, hang in there kid." Benoit said in a tired voice.
"Please, don't die."
"Oh come on, like I'd just die and leave you here all by yourself? No way man, I'd never do that. But I am pretty hurt, looks like the match is over... unless, unless you can win." Benoit looked at Jericho who had tears in his eyes. Benoit gave a small grin, then passed out.
"Goldberg." Jericho fumed, getting a second wind he stood up. "You'll pay you monster!"
"Pay? How much, a buck a body? So what, five bucks?" He threw him down a ten. "Here, go ahead and keep the change, you're worth more than a buck to me dead."
"What you've done is unforgivable, if anything, you, deserve to die." Jericho flew into the air but Goldberg was fast and dodged it, then shot a blast at Jericho, which caused him to fall back down. "Damit." He said to himself. "I can't do it, no matter how hard I try."
"Now little Jericho, there's nobody left here to save you." Goldberg looked over at Eddie who gave him a nod to go ahead. "I shall enjoy killing you. Leaving the others alive is no problem to me, it's you whose death will give me great pleasure." He powered up.
Jericho lay motionless, his eyes closed and tearing, "Edge, help...."
"Then I hope your demise gives me an orgasm."
"Hu?" Goldberg turned to the voice, Jericho opened his eyes a crack, his vision was blurred but he could feel his presence to know who it was.
"Edge." And with that, Jericho passed out.
"Hey, Chris." Crash had crawled over to Jericho and lay down. "Are you ok?"
"Sorry I'm late, Kurt Angle and I had stopped off to see Mick Foley during my absence." Edge smirked at Goldberg.
"Better late than never." He posed. "Now, shall we begin?"
"Ladies first."
"Oh, then I insist, after you."
"Ok." Edge smirked. "It's your funeral." He powered up as Goldberg watched, then with a battle cry jumped into the air. But Goldberg was ready, poised to attack his foe.
(Edge is finally here, but is it too late, will he be able to fight Goldberg and win? And what about his fallen friends? What was the point of Kurt taking him to see Foley? Find out in the next chapter, when Edge meets Goldberg, one on one!)
"Uhm, I think I'm going to stay back here, with the girls." Oolong shivered.
RVD nodded, "That's a good idea. Puar, you stay back here too."
"Right." Puar nodded. "Just please be careful Rob."
"Don't worry." He have a thumbs up. "We'll be ok."
Flair led RVD, Rey Mysterio, Crash, Benoit and Jericho down the hall and to the other end of the arena where the parking lot was. It was empty except for a few cars, and down across the lot was Eddie Guerrero, standing alone.
"Eddie!" Benoit yelled, and he turned.
"Hodale vatos locos!" He smirked, he knew what was going on, and he knew that they knew.
"Enough of the small talk Eddie, let's do this." Flair growled.
"Careful old man, wouldn't want the general manager of the company to have a heart attack." He laughed.
Benoit growled, "Stop the games and get to it Guerrero!"
Jericho whispered to Flair, "He's right, it's too risky for you out here, you'd better go back."
Flair looked around, "Are you sure?" He nodded. Flair understood. "Ok, good luck."
Jericho watched him leave, he waited until he was gone, "So come on Eddie, bring out your guest for this evening."
"Oh, and here I wanted it to be a surprise." Eddie smirked. "But you want it, you got it, gentlemen, behold!"
And with that, Eddie stepped back and an oddly familiar theme filled the ears of the group, something they remembered from back in their WCW days. Crash and RVD looked a little confused, not being former alumni, but their insecurities were soon answered when a huge man appeared from around the corner, sniffing and spitting with rage as he confronted the shocked group. Goldberg got down in a fighting pose.
"Wait a minute." Jericho whispered to Benoit. "You don't think that... that he was effected by the radiation too."
"You'd better believe it boy!" Goldberg overheard, Jericho shook with fear.
"Oh this is just great!" Benoit growled.
"Have fun boys." Eddie laughed as he sat down to watch.
"Ready?" Benoit looked at Rey, Crash, RVD and Jericho, they nodded. "Let's go!"
They all gave a battle cry and jumped up. Goldberg jumped into the air to avoid the attack. They all floated, staring down their opponent. Crash attacked first but Goldberg dodged the assault and grabbed him, throwing him onto a car and out of action.
"Crash!" Jericho cried, he wasn't moving. "No, you monster!"
"Don't worry, he's not dead, just knocked out. No way Goldberg's capable of killing a man." Benoit assured.
"Are you so sure?" Goldberg laughed.
"I've have enough of you!" Rey shot a barrage of energy blasts at Goldberg. He caught his breath as the smoke faded but then gasped at what he saw. "Hu?"
"Please." Goldberg stood unharmed. "You think that can defeat me?" He flew forward and punched Rey up by his stomach and then kicked him in the back, causing him to fly against a wall. Goldberg smirked as he saw Rey get back up. "You're tough, for a little guy." He aimed his hand at him and then shot.
"Ah!" Rey flew into a filled trash bin and it closed on him.
"No, Rey!" Jericho cried.
Goldberg laughed, "Now that the amateurs are out of the way, perhaps I can take on a real fighter."
"Your wish is granted!" RVD jumped at him and attacked him continuously with a series of punches and kicks, but Goldberg blocked them all with his body. "You'll pay for what you've done to my friends, you monster!"
RVD pulled back to attack but Goldberg grabbed him tightly around the neck and held him against one of the concrete pillars in the carport, he laughed, "A monster am I? Allow me to show you how monstrous I can be!" He tightened his grip, RVD was choking and gasping for air, his face was turning red. And if that wasn't enough, Goldberg was pushing him through the concrete which caused an immense amount of pain on Rob's part. Rob began to cough, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth, "Time to put the baby to bed." He pulled him out. "Good night!" He threw him into the air and pounded his back, causing him to plummet to the ground where he landed in a motionless state.
"Rob, no. How dare you!" Jericho stepped forward. "This ends here, now!"
"Ah, I remember you very well Chris." Goldberg laughed. "I highly doubt there's very much you can do, so far as what I've seen from your friends there."
"You'll pay for what you've done, you will suffer ten time more for each of them, by my hands!"
"Oh, and who died and made you leader?"
"Leader this." Jericho powered up and bolted forward, using his entire body to ram onto Goldberg's chest. He cried out, the wind knocked out of him, and fell back, rolling over a few times until he stopped. Jericho panted, "How's that Goldie?"
Goldberg caught his breath and smirked, "Not bad, for a baby."
"Hu?" Before Jericho could move, Goldberg was on top of him, attacking with punches and kicks that Jericho blocked with punches and kicks of his own. Finally Goldberg shot an energy blast at Jericho, which flung him into the air, where Jericho caught himself. "Come on Goldberg, stop toying around here."
"As you wish." Goldberg flew forward, punched him in the gut and grabbed him by the neck. He spun him around and threw him to the ground. Jericho lay shivering in pain and coughing up blood, he was down but not out. He tried to get back up but was too weak to hold himself. "Pity Jericho, as the leader I so thought it would be a good fight."
"But I'm not the leader." Jericho moaned and sighed, he sat down and whispered to himself, "Oh that's it, what can I do? Nothing. I give up..."
"The choice was yours to make." Goldberg began to power up. "I shall make your end quick and painless, after all, the life you've lived as been long and painful enough." Goldberg began to power up a final blow, he shot it at Jericho who closed his eyes.
"Chris no!" Benoit jumped in the way and took the blast.
"Benoit!" Jericho cried, as the dust settled, Benoit lay on the ground in front of Jericho. "Benoit, oh Benoit!" Jericho began to cry.
"Hey, hang in there kid." Benoit said in a tired voice.
"Please, don't die."
"Oh come on, like I'd just die and leave you here all by yourself? No way man, I'd never do that. But I am pretty hurt, looks like the match is over... unless, unless you can win." Benoit looked at Jericho who had tears in his eyes. Benoit gave a small grin, then passed out.
"Goldberg." Jericho fumed, getting a second wind he stood up. "You'll pay you monster!"
"Pay? How much, a buck a body? So what, five bucks?" He threw him down a ten. "Here, go ahead and keep the change, you're worth more than a buck to me dead."
"What you've done is unforgivable, if anything, you, deserve to die." Jericho flew into the air but Goldberg was fast and dodged it, then shot a blast at Jericho, which caused him to fall back down. "Damit." He said to himself. "I can't do it, no matter how hard I try."
"Now little Jericho, there's nobody left here to save you." Goldberg looked over at Eddie who gave him a nod to go ahead. "I shall enjoy killing you. Leaving the others alive is no problem to me, it's you whose death will give me great pleasure." He powered up.
Jericho lay motionless, his eyes closed and tearing, "Edge, help...."
"Then I hope your demise gives me an orgasm."
"Hu?" Goldberg turned to the voice, Jericho opened his eyes a crack, his vision was blurred but he could feel his presence to know who it was.
"Edge." And with that, Jericho passed out.
"Hey, Chris." Crash had crawled over to Jericho and lay down. "Are you ok?"
"Sorry I'm late, Kurt Angle and I had stopped off to see Mick Foley during my absence." Edge smirked at Goldberg.
"Better late than never." He posed. "Now, shall we begin?"
"Ladies first."
"Oh, then I insist, after you."
"Ok." Edge smirked. "It's your funeral." He powered up as Goldberg watched, then with a battle cry jumped into the air. But Goldberg was ready, poised to attack his foe.
(Edge is finally here, but is it too late, will he be able to fight Goldberg and win? And what about his fallen friends? What was the point of Kurt taking him to see Foley? Find out in the next chapter, when Edge meets Goldberg, one on one!)