The fans roared as Edge appeared on the ramp, but rather vocalize from the top of the stage, he bolted down to the ring like his feet had wings. He and Brock Lesnar immediately locked eyes, nosing down the other as Paul Heyman scrambled out of the ring to supposed safety, running off through the crowd. Reinforcements soon arrived as the rest of the gang stood on top of the ramp, ready to come down to the ring if they needed it. Vince and Shane stood at the front and center.

Chris Benoit growled, "Chris is in trouble, Edge might not be enough."

"No, we have to watch and wait." Shane reminded. "We aren't sure of Heyman's original intent with this monster."

Vince clenched his fist, "How could I have brought something like this onto myself? If we hadn't signed this monstrosity, none of this will happen."

Flair gave him a look, "None of this? What do you mean, what will happen?"

"Lesnar is legally in the company, and he may not have super powers like all these guys do, but he's a force to be reckoned with."

Edge raised the mic to his mouth, his voice shaky with rage, "Who are you, and why are you here!?"

Lesnar breathed deeply and picked up Paul's mic, "My name, is Brock Lesnar. You will soon know my purpose in this business as I take the title from your fallen friend there."

Edge roared, "You have no place here if all you want to cause is suffering and pain!"

"You think I have no place? Then you must rethink your judgment, for in the WWE, there is no right and wrong, no friends, no alliances, only enemies and those who hold you back. Be prepared to fall like your friend, for I shall sweep through this business faster than Rocky broke your neck."

Edge's jaw tensed at that remark, "You want a fight? Face me, leave Chris out of this, if it's a champion you want."

Lesnar laughed, "Stop living in the past, man! Look, he's the champion now. Now, if you had a belt around your waist, I'd be more than happy to fight you. But…"

Edge thought for a heasitant moment, "Then fight me. I'm in the number one contenders match tonight with Eddie and the others, join us in the ring, I'll show you what a champion truly is, and I will make you suffer for what has been done."

Strong words had been spoken in the ring, the fans thought it was all part of the show, but they were wrong. The others were a little concerned about stepping in the ring with that man, however. Brock Lesnar laughed and threw down the mic. The lights went black and Brock was gone. Everyone atop the ramp looked around frantically but he was nowhere to be found.

Trish made her way to the front and saw Chris, "Jericho!"

She started to run but Shane stopped her, "No stay back."

"But…."

Vince spoke up, "Kurt!"

Kurt rushed to the front, "Yes sir?"

"Come with me." Vince led Kurt down to the ring along with Shane. Edge was trying to help Jericho, but he wasn't responding, he was out cold and Edge was getting worried. "Kurt, I want you to try and heal him."

"But, how did you know I…."

"Do it."

"Yes sir." Kurt rubbed his hands together and they glowed. He paused after a moment when nothing happened. He was confused, "What's going on? Why isn't it working? Wait." Kurt pulled out a bean from his pocket. "I only have a couple left, I stopped making them long ago, but I always have my last few in reserve just in case." He opened Chris's mouth and put it inside. "Come on Chris, please swallow it." He massaged it down Chris's throat but still no response. He was getting scarred, "Guys, nothing is working."

"I'll tell you why." Vince spoke up. "Lesnar's power is unmatched, even by all of yours."

"Why?"

"Because, he was there, the night of the explosion in Roswell."

"He was!" Everyone gasped, them all down by the ring at this point.

Shane stepped forward, "He was there with me, I was signing him to an OVW developmental contract that night."

Edge blinked, "So then, does that mean that you have…."

Shane nodded, "Correct. Watch." Shane knelt down beside Kurt and his hands glowed.

Kurt gasped, "You also can heal!?"

Shane didn't reply, he focused on his work, and finally he stopped, and Jericho opened his eyes and sat up with a blank surprised look on his face, "Whoa, what the…?" He rubbed his head.

"That's amazing! But how could you heal him when I couldn't?" Kurt asked.

"Because Lesnar's power lies fully in strength. He can't fly like you, he's not fast, he has no technique, its all in brute strength, it's enough to drain your energy twice than normaly when in battle. His two posy beat Jericho and left him for Brock. You were lucky he didn't attack him, he could've snapped his neck just with a flick of his hand."

Jericho rubbed his neck at that fearful remark, as Edge sat down, "Hey are you ok?"

"Yea, I'm fine." Jericho was still in shock. "I feel great, hell, I didn't feel this good before my match!" He felt his forehead, "Ha, I'm not even sick anymore!"

"What." Jericho gulped at Edge's strict tone. "I knew something was wrong with you. Why did you lie to me like that?"

"Well, it's just that, I, didn't want to worry you. I'm the champ, I'm always the hero no matter what I save the others and look out for them. I know if you knew that I wasn't all too well then you'd step it, but that's my job now."

"No Chris, I know that. But a champion wouldn't lie. You still have a lot to learn about that title and what all it holds and represents."

Jericho sighed and nodded, "Yes sir."

"Now come on." Edge helped him up. "Let's get you to the back."

"Come on now, enough talk, we have to find Brock." Benoit spoke up.

"Right." Edge nodded, then turned to Flair. "Ric, put him in my match tonight."

"What, no!" Eddie Guerrero stepped forward. "This is between you and me, the others have no business in it!"

"But we have to be fair." Flair commentated.

"Listen, Lesnar was an unexpected addition to our plans. In order to make this work in front of the fans, you have to replace the others in the match with Brock."

Flair looked at the rest, "Do you guys agree with what he's spouting?" They nodded, they understood his reasoning, and besides, they were just filler in the match anyway. Flair sighed, "Fine, but only because they're in agreement." He picked up the mic to address the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, we now have a new main event for tonight. The number one contender for the world title will now be a triple threat match between Edge, Eddie Guerrero, and… Brock, Lesnar." The fans roared, but Flair could feel his heart beat quicken and skip. Deep down, he knew he'd done something terribly wrong.

In the back, as the PPV continued, Jericho and Shane were in the trainers office talking. Jericho led the conversation, "So you were there the whole time weren't you?"

"Yea, I just never said anything, because I didn't want to get involved. I knew if I did then something bad might happen. Plus, my dad wasn't all too hot about the idea either."

Jericho just laughed, "So was he there too? Does he have powers?"

"No, thank the world he doesn't." That made him smirk.

"I bet your dad doesn't like you getting involved now."

"No, but he knows it's for the best, we brought this on ourselves, it's our fault and now we have to fight. But I can't fight, all I have is techniques, not like Brock who can fight with that strength. I have the power to heal fully, not just damage, but also natural injury like sickness."

"I guess that's how you got rid of my flu, thanks by the way."

"Sure."

"So if you can't fight, then why are you going to help me and Edge fight Brock?"

"Where there's a will,I know even after this match, it won't be over, Edge and Eddie will still have to fight for their lives, even if Brock does win. So you and I must be ready. And even if I have no speed or strength, I still have my techniques."

Jericho blinked, "You mean your healing, but how will that help?"

"Well it can help indeed, but, that's not the exact technique that I'm talking about…"

Eddie and Edge were getting ready for their match with Lesnar, whom nobody had seen since he blind sighted everyone with a surprise visit, nor had Paul Heyman been seen. But Eddie knew where to look. He walked down the hall and to the place where he had always hung out with the others in the rebellion back when this entire thing first began.

He stopped outside the door and thought to himself, "Wait what am I doing? He won't just back down because I ask him, he would've before, but now he's got a bodyguard. He's trying to rub this in my face, he's trying to have Lesnar be number one contender in spite of me." He opened the door and stepped inside.

He was greeted by Lesnar's chest, "Can I help you?"

"Out of my way tubby, I'm here to see the fatter one."

"Now, now, Eddie." Paul smiled sinisterly. "You know my problem is glandular."

Eddie growled, his temper already blown, "Shut up!"

Paul stood up from his chair, "I know why you're here. You want an alliance for safety."

"What I want is an explanation."

"A fair request, which I shall grant. You failed me Eddie. I mean look at you, what have you become? What happened to the Eddie Guerrero that led the rebellion, what happened to the Eddie Guerrero that would've rather killed himself than worked with Edge, what happened to the Eddie Guerrero who enjoyed inflicting pain and would never thing to side himself with his enemies? And yet now you've become so soft, you've got a fiance, you've got a protege, you've got friends, and they were once your hated enemies. Do you know why everyone left the WWE?"

"Because they were beaten and humiliated, so therefor fired."

"No, because you failed them. Look at you, you're a failure! Do you think you stand a chance to become number one contender? Look at my client, and then look at yourself. You know you can't beat Edge, he's your hated rival and you bark, but you can't practice what you preach because secretly you're scared, you're soft, you've gotten weak Eddie."

"That's enough Paul!" Eddie growled, he had crossed the line.

"I can help you Eddie." Paul looked deep into his eyes. "I can help return you to the cold hearted, blood thirsty fighter you once were before you made your alliance with Edge and his friends. I can take you back to the beginning, and return you to the way you were."

Eddie stared back at Paul's eyes, somehow by reading deep within them, he knew Paul wasn't bluffing. Paul was never strong, but he always had some crafty trick up his sleeve. He breathed, but made no vocal response, he just walked off, slamming the door behind him. But Paul smiled to himself, he knew he'd gotten to Eddie, and even without words, he knew that somehow, Eddie Guerrero had just made his decision. He made his way back down the hall and took a deep breath, the match about to begin. But what was his choice?