Over The Edge had already begun, in a close match, Lita lost the women's title to Trish Stratus, Jeff Hardy and Christian nearly won the tag team titles but the other team cheated to steal the victory. They figured, however, that Flair wouldn't leave it lying down. Right now, the intercontinental title rematch was taking place in the ring between Chris Benoit and Kurt Angle, who of course had Dan supporting him at ringside. Ric Flair was sitting in his office at his desk doing paper work, the commentators talking about the match on tv in the background. There was a knock at the door.
"Come." Flair said, not even looking up. Somebody walked in, Flair glanced to see who it was and had to take a double take, standing up immediately. "You! What are you doing here?"
"Where is everyone, I need to talk to them all right now."
"Well if you can't tell, a pay per view is going on and you for one should know that nobody can be disturbed until the end. We have a match going on in the ring right now! Chris Jericho is up next to face Steven Richards! "
"Chris Jericho eh? And Chris Benoit." He noticed the Canadian wrestling on the television. "I must go out there right now." He turned to go.
Flair raised a hand to stop him but the man was already out the door. Flair blinked and sighed, sitting back down, "Wow, what is he doing here? Something's going on, and if he is here, then that means it must be bad…"
Out in the ring, Chris Benoit had thrown Kurt Angle over the top rope where he landed on the ground with a hard bump. Dan rushed over to help him and see if he was ok, Benoit waited as the referee went to get involved. Just then the crowd went silent then began to roar. Benoit growled, somebody had come out, he could sense it even without the fan's reaction telling him. He whirled around quickly and gasped.
"You!" He was in shock. "What are you doing here?"
"I never tire of that…" The man smirked, "Hey Benoit, how's it going?"
"Sir, what are you doing here? I'm in the middle of a match, can't this wait?"
"No I'm afraid it's not." The man walked to the ring to talk to Chris. "Something horrible is about to happen, I'm afraid you're all in danger."
"How do you know this Shane?"
Shane McMahon sighed, "I may not have super powers like you, but I do have consent over the company, and somebody is coming, and he's bringing something terrible with him. This is all my fault for signing him, I had no idea."
"Signing who!"
Chris Benoit was so busy conversing that he didn't realize Kurt Angle had rushed into the ring. Benoit cried out in shock as Kurt pulled him from behind and rolled him up. The ref ran over and got a three count. At the sound of the bell, Benoit was no longer the intercontinental champion. He looked up as the ref handed Kurt the belt.
"Here's your winner, and the new intercontinental champion, Kurt Angle!"
Chris Benoit sighed and nodded, he'd wanted Kurt to win, but he wanted to wrestle him for it a while longer at least. Dan hugged Kurt, then they went over to Benoit to shake his hand, but noticed, "Shane?"
"Quickly, we must get to the back. He was outside the building when I came here, he's most likely inside now, we don't have much time." Shane ran up the ramp.
Kurt turned to Benoit, "What is he talking about?"
"I have no idea, but if Shane came here himself, then it must be bad." Benoit sighed as they all followed him beyond the gorilla position.
Dan gasped, "You have no idea how bad it is!"
"What?" Benoit and Kurt turned and gasped.
"Vince McMahon!"
"That's right. Jericho and Richards are up next, aren't they?" Vince asked, his son standing beside him.
"Yea, they are. I'd better go tell Chris." Dan walked off.
"Vince." Benoit frowned. "Tell me, what is going on here?"
Vince nodded, "Alright, that seems fair enough to say."
Dan walked down the hall and into the trainers room where he saw Jericho and Trish, "What's going on in here?"
"I just gave Trish one of Kurt's beans, that did the trick."
Trish sat up, "Wow, that was amazing."
"What happened?" Dan asked.
"I was attacked after my match, from behind, so I don't know who. Jericho came to save me, he then brought me here, but since you were out to support Kurt in his match, he gave me a bean."
"Who did this Jericho?"
"I don't know." Jericho shook his head. "There were two of them, a tag team, if they were wrestlers, I don't even know who they are. Maybe Flair might know?"
"Or McMahon."
Jericho and Trish froze at the name Dan just uttered, "McMahon?"
"Yes, Shane and Vince are here. Jericho, your match is up next, Steven just went to the ring."
"Ok." Jericho turned to Trish. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, now go out there and kick his ass."
Jericho smiled, "Will do." He got up, still dizzy and hot, and left the training room. Dan smiled as Trish watched Chris go, they were probably to strong minded to ever admit it, but he knew that they had a crush on each other.
Jericho went out to the ring, the whole time never running into a McMahon, but Dan said that Shane and Vince were there, so he wouldn't question it. In the ring, the match started. Chris wasn't worried, even if he did have a little bug, Richards couldn't put up enough of a fight to worry him. And he was right, Chris soon got the victory and held his retained title, posing in the ring. Just then the lights dimmed, a spotlight revealed two men at the top of the ramp. Chris growled, recognizing them as Trish's assailants.
"We will destroy you." The black one said.
"We shall pave the way easily." The white man added. "You are low on energy."
Jericho growled, "Hey shut up! I'm the champ, it's up to me to look out for everyone, what you did to Trish was wrong, and I'll make you pay!" Jericho threw his title aside as the ref helped Steven get out of the ring and to safety as the tag team got into the ring and circled Chris. "Hump, so I take it by your ring presence that you are wrestlers."
"That's right. My name is Shelton Benjamin."
"And I'm Charlie Hass."
"Pleasure to meet you two dead men, now that we're better acquainted, I know what names to tell the pal bearer to put on your gravestones. Ah!" Jericho attacked.
"Do it now." A voice commanded in Shelton and Charlie's minds. They did a double team move, Shelton grabbed Chris and him back, he was surprisingly strong, and with Chris being weak from the fight and also the fever, he couldn't counter it. Charlie began to tenderize him with his fists. "That's right." The voice laughed. "Send everyone a message."
In the back, everyone was watching when Edge ran over, "What's going on, what's happening?"
"Those guys, they attacked me." Trish replied. "And now they're after Chris!"
"I've got to save him!" Edge started to run.
"No."
Edge turned. "No? Benoit…!"
"He's right." Shane stepped beside him. "Chris can do this on his own, he will be alright, we have to let them carry out their order."
"Carry out their order?" Flair blinked. "What are you talking about McMahon?"
"Just watch." Vince's eyes remained on the screen. "We know what we're doing."
Everyone watched helplessly and angrily as Jericho was getting the beating of his life. Finally he couldn't take anymore, he passed out, zapped of all energy and the pain being too much. Shelton let him flop to the ground as he and Charlie stood with success. Just then a pyro blasted.
Shane growled, "This is it!" A huge monster of a man stood on the stage and let out an ominous roar as everyone in the back wondered who it was. "What is that?" Shane could feel the question. "The man we wished we never signed to OVW, a man we wish was never spotted out by the developmental talent team, a man we wish was never brought to the WWE by a villain bent on revenge." Everyone blinked at Shane, this monster had a huge body, but the face showed innocence.. "His name, is Brock Lesnar." Everyone gasped as a man from the past stood next to him in celebration. "And that is his manager. Paul Heyman."
Edge ran, letting nobody stop him this time, "We have to do something, and now!"
Eddie Guerrero just growled as he continued to watch the tv, "No what's he doing back?"
Paul laughed as he led Brock Lesnar up the steps and into the ring, mic in hand, "Oh yea, I'm back and better than ever! With my new client, the WWE will never, ever, be the same…." He looked down at the fallen champion. "Again."