(A/N: Sorry for the belated update, been a tad sick, but enough excuses, now onto the next chapter of the story. Enjoy!)
Chris Jericho cried out in pain as his body hit the floor with a sickening splash, flopping in the air a few feet away and kept on rolling until his back hit the wall. All they could do was watch as Brock Lesnar slowly stalked towards his panting opponent as he lay bleeding on his side. Jeff Hardy tensed as he stood beside Christian, he couldn't do anything, but he didn't want anyone else to get hurt.
"Brock!" The salivated roar echoed down the hall as Lesnar turned around to see Eddie Guererro. "Come on, you beast. Fight me, if you want a worthy opponent."
Lesnar growled, "You're hardly a challenge."
"Oh and that scrawny meat bag is?" Eddie motioned towards Jericho on the ground.
Brock nodded and smiled, "Fine then, I'll play with you." He raced over towards him at shocking speed and they engaged in combat.
Christian ran over and shook Jericho, "Chris, are you alright? Chris wake up!"
Shane ran over and grabbed his wrist, checking his pulse with his watch, "He's still alive, but barely, we have to get him out of here to safety and quick if we want to save him."
"Just use your power." Christian suggested.
Shane shook his head, "I already have once on him today, I have to let my battery recharge."
Christian sighed, "I understand."
"Look." Vince spoke up. "Let's just get him to the trainers room."
"Right." Christian turned around. "Come on Jeff, let's go."
"What about Eddie?" Jeff frowned.
Christian sighed and nodded, "Alright, stay, we'll come back once Chris is healed."
"Christian you should stay, they might need your help." Shane intervened.
Christian looked at Chris, "But he's my friend, I should be there for him."
"You need to be here for him, if things get bad they might need you."
"Alright, I'll stay, just please help him."
"We will, you just be careful."
"I will, good luck."
"You too, you'll need it." Shane ran down the hall, he and his father holding Chris along.
Chris Benoit growled as he stood behind Jeff and Christian, "What the hell is Eddie doing? Does he have a death wish or something?"
Crash looked around, "Hey wait, where did those two idiots go?" And he looked at the television. "And where is Paul Heyman?"
"Don't worry about them, just let it go for now. We've got bigger problems here." Benoit looked at Brock as he and Eddie battled it out ferociously.
"Wow, look at him go." Crash blinked at Eddie. "Do you think he could actually stand a chance?"
"I don't know."
"Should we go out there and help Edge?" Christian asked Crash.
"No, he's fine, he's just resting, he'll need it too."
"To battle Eddie?"
"Eddie, if he's lucky."
Eddie kicked Brock in the gut, then punched him on the head, sending him crashing into the wall, "Fight me!" Eddie's power exploded as he charged over at Brock, using his whole body as a force, digging him through the wall and into the next room. "Welcome to my hell." Eddie powered up a blast in his two hands.
"Welcome to oblivion." Brock countered it with an energy beam of his own. It exploded, shooting Eddie back through the whole, but he retained himself and landed on his feet. Brock flipped out of the smoking crater, "I guess I underestimated you, but this time, you die."
"I should like to see that."
"Well then allow me to show you." What looked to be like a force field appeared around Brock. It was pure energy. It expanded.
"Get back!" Benoit cried and ran off, Christian following. Jeff just stood there. Benoit turned around once he and Christian ran through the door to safety, "Come on Jeff, don't just stand there, run away!" Jeff just stood there shaking.
Eddie saw him out of the corner of his eye, "What are you doing? Escape!" But Jeff was frozen just looking at Brock's attack. "Get out of here!" Eddie leaped over and tackled him just as the attack hit him and exploded, causing the building to rumble and some of the foundation in the room to crumble down on them.
Jeff groaned and opened his eyes, he saw Eddie laying on top of him amid the rubble and dust, "Eddie? Eddie!" He sat up but groaned in pain. "Are you alright? Why did you do that?"
"Don't ask me to explain these things." Eddie struggled to speak, the attack had hit right on target, delivering a devastating blow.
"But, you…" Jeff's eyes began to well up.
"Oh leave it alone, ugh."
"You're hurt."
"You could've been killed."
"What? So you…. But you…"
"I said just leave it." Eddie's eyes squeezed shut, he was hurt badly. "Jeff, come here." He whispered and pulled him in close.
"What are you doing?" Jeff got a little nervous, it was almost as if, he was embracing him.
"Listen to me Jeff, I've never told this to another living sole, not even to my bride to be. I'm proud of you, I've taught you everything I know and you've become such a great fighter since the day I first saw you. I had no idea things would end up this way, but I'm happy you're still alive, my sacrifice wasn't in vain."
"Don't say that, you…."
"Let me finish. I want you to do something for me, ok? Take care of Chyna for me. And tell her, that…. That I love her." Jeff's eyes widened, did Eddie just utter the 'l' word!? Eddie smiled meekly down at Jeff, "Thank you Jeff."
"Thank, me…?"
"Yes, thank you." He closed his eyes and his body fell limp.
"Ed-Eddie?" Jeff shook him. "Eddie." No reply.
Brock stood up and shook himself off, "Bah, he was hardly a challenge if anything at all. This is getting boring, I'm going to fight Paul." He walked off.
Benoit waited until he left to come into the battle ground, "Jeff, Eddie? Are you alright?"
"Chris?" Jeff stood up, Eddie's body falling off him along with the smoky remains of the wall.
Christian gasped when he saw Eddie, "Oh no."
Benoit's whole body tensed, "If he couldn't do it…." He turned to the television. "Can Edge?"
In the ring, Edge groaned and opened his eyes, "Eddie, that was a dirty trick." He gasped and sat up. "Wait a sec, is that Brock's energy signal… leaving?" He looked around. "But, I can't sense Eddie anywhere, or Jericho. Are they…? Oh no." He stood up and raced up the ramp. "I've got to see what's going on!" The fans all blinked. What was happening?
Everyone met in Ric Flair's office, some other wrestlers had been sent out to the ring to keep the fans tied over until everything was worked out. Paul, Brock, Charlie and Shelton could no longer be sensed on the arena premise, so it was assumed that they'd left for the time being. Edge finally came into the room, last. Chris Benoit and Christian looked up as they stood behind the sullen Jeff Hardy in the chair. Eddie looked around at the blank faces and could get a grasp of what had just happened. Lita was sobbing, hugging Victoria for support as Nidia patted her back.
"Why, why him, why?" She blubbered.
Edge's eyes shook, "So, it's true then…?" Benoit nodded and Edge could feel his throat tighten in sorrow and in fear.
"Hey, sorry I'm late." Chyna came into the room with Oolong. "I was trying to find Rob and Puar but I couldn't find them anywhere. Maybe he's with Rey." She looked around when she got no reply but stares. "What?"
Crash approached her, "We've got some bad news, it's pretty hard to say."
"What?" She looked and saw Jeff and his face buried in his hands. "What all is going on here, what's wrong with you people and where is Eddie?"
"We'll all be fine." Edge stepped up, realizing it be best if he were the bearer of bad news. "But I'm afraid that Eddie… is dead."
Chyna just stood there with her jaw dropped, she whispered, "No, no." She cried. "NO!"