It was late morning by the time all of the superstars had arrived at the arena for the show that night. The hype was in the air, everyone could feel the excitement and anticipation from not only the fans in attendance, but from all the other superstars in the back as well. Chris Jericho came out of the bathroom and headed down the hall to go to the men's locker room to meet up with the others.

"Hey you." Jericho froze at the feminine yet strict voice. "Stop right there."

Jericho gulped and turned around, "Oh hey there Trish, hi."

"Don't, oh hey there Trish hi, me."

Jericho rubbed the back of his head, "Is there a problem?"

"Yes Chris, something up. You."

"What?"

"Don't try to hide it with that witty charm."

"No look, I honestly have no idea what you're talking about."

"Something's wrong with you, I can tell just by looking at you."

"Hu, you can?" Chris felt his forehead. "I feel alright."

"Don't play cute with me." Trish got in his face. "I know you and Edge aren't on the best of terms." Chris was shocked, wow, how did she find that out? "I also know you were talking to Benoit about throwing the belt. Don't you dare do such a thing!"

He blinked down at her, "Why would you care?"

"Because, Edge would want more than anything to have a real fight from you and win it. But I know for a fact that you won't loose."

"And why's that? Not to stroke my own ego."

"Oh you are so full of yourself." Trish turned to go. "Remember, fight like you mean it."

Chris smirked, "Yes mother."

"What!" Trish froze and whirled around. "Why you I, hu?" She looked around. "He's gone…"

"Hey Trish?"

"Jericho?" Trish whirled around to meet another man.

"No, it's me." Replied a confused Steven Richards.

"Oh." She sighed with a pout, causing Steven to frown.

"Anyway, I was looking around for Victoria, have you seen her?"

"No, actually I haven't." She walked off.

"Wait, where are you going?"

Trish walked towards the women's locker room, thinking to herself. She remembered Jericho from how he was before all the madness began almost two years ago. It didn't seem like it was that long ago and yet the new Chris Jericho she now knew was a totally different person. Was it because of the fighting he had to do after receiving his powers? It couldn't be the title that's interfering with his relationship with Edge. She wished she could've been there, she hated herself for getting that injury and missing out on this all. She really cared about Jericho, though she never would admit it.

"So, who are you thinking about?"

"Hu?" Trish looked up, flushed in the face.

Hulk Hogan smirked with his arms folded, "So, who is he?"

"Who is who?"

"You're boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend?" She turned up her nose. "What in the world are you talking about?"

"Please, it's all over your face." Hogan pointed out, causing Trish to gasp, realizing she was blushing, and ran off. Hogan shook his head to himself, "I wonder who it could be. No man in this company is as big or as strong as me, so if he ever did anything to hurt my little girl, I'd tear his head off."

Chris Jericho had found his way to the men's locker room. Nobody was there and he was feeling tired, so he decided to take a nap. He'd get up to eat before the match, but he just wanted to rest and save up his energy for his match, not that in fighting Stevie Night Heat would it be needed.

Hours had passed, everyone had come and gone in the locker room, nobody disturbing the champ, wanting to feel the end of their leader's stick. Edge had gotten out of the shower, he had his ring attire on and was towel drying his stringy blond hair. Chris Benoit was putting on his shirt and went to grab the tape when he saw Edge.

"Ready for your big battle royal tonight?"

Edge smirked and nodded, "You bet." He went over to his duffel bag and pulled out his CD player to listen to something to get pumped up. "He put the headphones around his neck. How about you, what are you going to do about your rematch with Kurt?"

"I've been thinking. About loosing."

"What?"

"Think about it, Kurt Angle has been there for us, he deserves it. I talked to Flair about it and he agrees and told me it was ok. He said he could fit me into a new storyline about becoming the new commissioner."

Jericho groaned in his sleep. Edge looked down at him, he was shaking. He cried out. Benoit turned, was he having a nightmare? Jericho began to thrash and Edge rushed over to him. He started to shake him, "Wake up!

"Snap out of it kid!" Benoit rushed over, Jericho wasn't waking up no matter how hard Edge shook him, he just kept on thrashing until Benoit's hand met his face.

Jericho's eyes snapped open and he gasped, "Ah!"

"Chris, are you ok?"

Jericho nodded up at Benoit, "Yea."

"Geez, I was so worried about you?"

Jericho looked at Edge in his concerned face, "You were?" He sighed, "It was just a nightmare."

Edge felt his forehead, "No it wasn't."

Jericho frowned, "I'm fine, I'm sorry I worried you, but you don't have to do that anymore."

"Hu?" Edge lowered his eyebrows.

"I'm the champion now, it's up to me to take care of everyone, if anything, I should worry about you."

"Now you know you'd never have to do that."

"Edge, you aren't champion anymore!" Jericho growled. "Stop treating me like a baby!"

"I'm older than you, I was champion first, I was the strongest one before molding you into what I thought I wanted you to be, I had no idea you'd get an attitude adjustment."

"Yea, you were the strongest, not anymore, now I am, and now I'm the champ." Jericho sat up, masking his dizziness with anger.

"Stop this, stop it now!" They looked up at Benoit. "This has got to end. Jericho no matter what, Edge will always look out for you, he is older, he was your mentor. You still see him as champion, but Edge, now Jericho is the champion, and he's right, looking out for everyone is his job now, no matter age, strength, or attitude. Alright? Nearly a year has passed before we were al together again during peace time in the ring, let's not ruin this night, not for us, not for the others, but for the fans."

Jericho sighed, "Yea, he's right. I'm sorry Edge."

"No, it's my fault." Edge smiled. "But then again, you're champ, and champ is always right, so maybe it's right for you to be sorry this time."

Jericho laughed, "Yea, I guess that's true."

Benoit smiled, "It's good to see you both acting like your normal selves again."

Jericho nodded in agreement, "Yea."

Edge looked in awe at Jericho up and down, "My, now that I really stop and take a look at you, you really have grown up. I'm sorry for pushing my weight on you, you've been champ alone on your own, strong, older and at the top for a while since I've been away. You saved the company, everyone, you deserve to be the champion, and so, I'd like to step down as leader and offer the position to you."

Jericho smiled at him, "I accept." They shook hands.

Edge put down the towel, "Well, I'm all ready, how about you?"

Benoit tore the tape with his teeth, "Yup, good luck out there to both of you."

"Right, you too." Jericho sat up and began to lace up his boots.

Edge looked up as he opened the door, "Music. The show is starting, you'd better hurry and grab a bite to eat Chris."

"Alright." Jericho called as Benoit left and closed the door behind him. Jericho stood up but stumbled, holding his head as if he'd received a head rush. He shook his head, his vision was getting blurry. He growled to himself, sick or not, he could still lick Steven Richards. If only he'd known that Steven wasn't going to be his only opponent that night.