A/N: You DBZ fans are probably wondering where Garlic Jr. is. Well, I kinda figured that Undertaker was kinda like him, but I originally cast Taker as Cooler. So, I'll be replacing Garlic Jr. with Cooler. I'm only doing the episodes, not the movies.

Edge, Chris Jericho and Crash walked towards the guerrilla position. They all looked at each other and took a deep breath. The mist out on the ramp was clearing as The Undertaker stood posing for the fans in the ring.

"Hey." The sudden voice caused the trio to turn around.

"Flair?" Edge was confused.

"I'm afraid I've got some bad news." He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry Edge, but you've been given the night off."

"What!"

"I'm sorry but there was a card mix up, you aren't their tag team partner."

"Then who is?" Crash asked.

"I am." They all turned at the other voice.

"Benoit." Jericho smiled.

"Good luck then." Edge sighed and walked back to the locker room with Flair. "I don't get it, what's going on?"

"I don't know, but I bet this has to do with Eddie and his team." Flair replied.

Edge stopped, "No. It can't be them."

"Then who could it be?"

Edge stood thinking for a moment, then gasped, "No!"

Benoit, Jericho and Crash were already in the ring, Taker in the other corner. He smirked over at the three, he knew he could easily defeat them and make Edge suffer before his own destruction. He was going to show Paul Bearer, he would show them all, who the true Lord of Darkness was.

Ding, ding!

As the match got underway, Jericho, Benoit and Crash all did rock paper scissors to see who would go first. It was Crash. He gulped as Benoit and Jericho got in tag position. Undertaker took of his hat and threw it down by the time keeper, then face his opponent.

"Yikes! Guys, anybody wanna tag in?" Crash shivered with fear.

"No thanks." Benoit and Jericho held up their hands.

Backstage, Edge and Flair watched from the locker room. Edge wore a scowl, he's already put the pieces together and knew what was going on. But he couldn't go out and interfere with the match....just not yet anyways. Undertaker threw Crash against the ropes and then delivered a sharp clothesline.

Oolong jumped on Flair's head, "Oh wow, what a blow!"

"Hey, whose side are you on?" Edge growled, Oolong gulped.

Flair tried to lift his head, "Don't you have somewhere to be, like not here?"

Oolong blushed and gave a peace sign, "Sorry, Chyna says I'm not allowed in the women's locker room anymore."

Edge just groaned and turned back to the tv just in time to see Crash get kicked square in the chest, "Hang in there guys..."

"Come on Crash, get outa there!" Jericho called as he could just watch as his friend got pulverized by the dead man.

"Wait!" Benoit came to a deduction. "Doesn't he also have the radiation powers?"

Jericho gasped, "Oh no! Yea, he does!"

"Crash, tag out now!" Benoit held out his hand as he barked the order. Crash looked up, and crawled over. The Undertaker just stood back to watch with a smirk as Benoit tagged in. Benoit faced Taker, "You monster, I'm on to you."

Crash rolled out of the ring and Jericho went down to him, "Are you ok?"

"You're just like your brother." Benoit growled.

Taker fumed at the remark, "How dare you." He punched him in the stomach, Benoit gasped as the wind was knocked out of him. "How dare you compare me to my brother!" Taker growled and kicked Benoit on temple, causing him to fall into a lump on his side. Taker took a step forward, "Paul Bearer spoiled him, he was always trying to make Kane better than me. Well I'll show him, now with Kane gone he has to see. I am the true lord of the ministry!" He picked Benoit up and threw him. He cried out as he landed on his back in his corner.

"Benoit!" Jericho cried, he looked up at Taker and growled. He tagged Benoit on the shoulder and went through the ropes.

"No Jericho, don't." Benoit's voice was struggled due to fatigue.

"Don't worry, I can take him." Jericho got in a fighting stance.

Taker smirked with amusement, "Foolish child, your arrogance is your weakness."

"Your conceded blindness is yours."

"What?" Taker growled. "Words are your only true weapon!"

"I'll call ya on that one." Jericho crouched down in a pose. "After I get the win."

"Enough of your voice." Taker ran forward and grabbed Jericho around the neck. He cried out.

"Jericho!" Crash and Benoit called out.

Taker lifted Jericho up off the mat so his feet dangled and kicked. He struggled to pry Taker's hands off of him but to no avail, he was choking him. Taker smirked as he tightened his grip. The fans were all unaware of the whole super powers and rivalries, they were just enjoying the good match. Undertaker was plowing through them all.

"Taker stop this!" Benoit yelled. "Face me instead!"

"Quite you." Taker didn't even look at him.

"That's it." Benoit growled and put one leg into the ring.

"Ah, ah! Stay there or else I'll snap his neck." Taker warned, turning around this time. Benoit growled and returned to tag position. Taker turned back to Jericho, he was as glazed as a donut. He was practically not breathing. Taker smirked and threw Jericho down, he fell limply as he began to gasp for air. "So." Taker turned around. "Who shall be the first to face my wrath?"

"Crash." Benoit whispered. "We have to get him away from Chris so he has time to recover. We'll all have to attack him together if we hope to win this."

"And we can't use our powers, even Undertaker knows that." Crash looked around. "We're in an arena of fans here."

"Then let's do it." Benoit jumped off the apron, as did Crash.

"What, what are you doing?" Taker was confused as Benoit and Crash backed away to the bottom of the ramp. "Are you just leaving your friend here?" Taker stepped through the ropes and came out to face them. "Perhaps I'll finish you cowards before I take my victory." He grabbed them both by the neck and threw back, he laughed.

"Benoit, we can't do this, we don't have enough power." Crash whispered.

"I know. Taker attacked to hard from the start and he's not even tired. We've been in battles prior, we have our weaknesses." Benoit growled. Undertaker just laughed as he kicked Crash, then crouched down and punched Benoit on the head.

Jericho shakily got up in the ring and saw this, "No, stop." His voice was a quiet whisper, he growled and raised his voice, "Leave them alone!"

"What?" Taker froze and stood up. "No!" He turned around just in time to see Jericho come flying off the turnbuckle and dive on him, throwing him back first against the barricade. The fans roared as they got their money's worth.

"Jericho?" Benoit looked up as he saw Jericho standing before Crash and himself.

"I wont let him hurt you anymore. I'm the legal man, it's up to me now. I can win this!"

"No Jericho, listen, we all have to work together." Crash spoke up.

"Then how are we going to do this?" Jericho looked over his shoulder. Taker was starting to get up.

"I have an idea. You stay here and protect Crash. I'm not legal, I can do things to Undertaker while the ref isn't looking. When I give you the signal, come in for the finish." Benoit got up.

"But, I don't...." Jericho couldn't finish, Benoit ran and tackled Taker into the chairs.

"Hey, hey!" The ref ran over to them.

"Ugh!" Jericho pretended to fall over.

"Ref, ref!" Crash called. The ref looked up and ran over. "It's Jericho, I think something's wrong with him."

"Hey, are you ok?" The ref shook Chris on the shoulder. Chris looked up as he saw Benoit wake Taker over the head with a steel chair. He smirked as he played dead.

"What do you think you're doing? Do you know what I'm capable of!" Taker growled as the blood began to flow from the open wound on his forehead.

"Yes." Benoit threw down the chair and smirked. "And you know what we're capable of as well." Benoit gave Taker a low blow, then threw him into the ring. Taker lay on the mat to rest. "This is it." Benoit got on the turnbuckle and delivered a flying head but, the crowd roared. Taker rolled over in pain. Benoit smirked and saw the opening. "Get ready Chris!" He called, then locked Taker in the cross face.

"Ok." Jericho sat up.

"Whoa, are you ok?" The ref asked.

"Yea, I'm fine." Jericho started to stand up, he ran into the ring. "Yea, alright Benoit! Now it's time for me to finish this." Benoit let go of his hold and rolled out of the ring right before the ref could yell at him. Jericho saw Taker in position, he ran and jumped off the ropes, delivering a Lionsault. "It's over." Jericho went for the pin.

The fans counted along with the ref, "One, two...!" No, Taker kicked out.

"No!" Crash cried out.

Benoit turned around, "But how!"

"Oh no." Jericho shook his head as he sat next to the dead man. "Wait!" He got an idea. Taker was still tired and weak from the whole attack Benoit threw at him. Jericho slapped him in The Walls of Jericho. "Tap out!" Jericho yelled as Taker cried out in pain. The ref got in position. "Ask him!"

"Do you give up?" The ref asked.

"No!" Taker growled, he couldn't loose like this, he knew Paul was watching. Benoit and Crash stood by the apron watching hopefully. "I can't do this." Taker began to feel the pain of the move. He couldn't risk using his he? "Ah!" Without realizing it, Taker tapped. The ref called for the bell and Jericho let go of his hold. "What?" It finally hit Taker. "No!"

"Yea!" Crash, Benoit and Jericho cheered, they'd won!

"Alright, they did it!" Edge cheered in the back.

"I knew it all along." Oolong smiled.

"Sure ya did." Flair rolled his eyes.

In the ring the victorious trio all jumped up and down, Crash and Jericho hugged as Benoit smirked proudly. He turned to see Taker with a distraught face as he slunk out of the ring and made his way backstage. Sure enough, Paul had been watching and he was not impressed, not one bit. Paul shook his head and turned off the tv.

"Guys, did you see?" Jericho burst through the door. Edge and Flair smiled.

"Yea, we sure showed him didn't we? I didn't think we could do it, but man, Benoit sure did take the charge." Crash boasted, Benoit couldn't help but blush.

Edge approached him, "Thank you Benoit, thanks for going out there and helping them. You protected Jericho and I know the match couldn't have been won without you. If somebody other than myself had to have gone out there tonight, I'm glad it was you."

Benoit understood what Edge was staying, he nodded, "Sure thing, any time Edge."

"Man, I sure am tired." Jericho lay down on the bench and passed out.

"Hey, Chris?" Crash went over to him.

"He's ok, he's just tired." Benoit assured. "We all could use a good long rest."

Taker sighed as he walked back to his locker room, he already knew what was going to happen, what Paul was going to say. But then he stopped and changed direction, instead he went into the room of Edge and the others.

"You!" Edge stood up. "What do you want?"

"Wait, hold on a sec." Flair stepped before him. "Why are you here?"

Taker looked up, "I just wanted to say that....I quit."