"That's right." Edge choked. "Eddie and Jericho are both dead, by the hands of that monster Brock Lesnar."

"What are we going to do with him Edge?" Flair asked. "He's taken out Eddie and our champion."

"What are we going to do? What else, all we can do. Fight."

"But do you even stand a chance?" Lita sniffed behind her tissue.

"We never know until we try." Edge turned to Chris Benoit. "I'm going to need your help for this. I have an idea that involved Jeff and Christian, and if this technique works, we might just stand a chance at defeating Brock. But I must do something first."

"Ok." Benoit nodded. "Do what, exactly?"

"Find Brock." Edge turned to go. "I have to test my theory out, before putting it into action." He closed the door behind him. Edge looked around, "They haven't left the premise yet, they're just hiding their energy signals. I can find them though, the good old fashioned way, by looking with my eyes." Edge walked through the arena, he didn't find them using sight, but with another sense, sound.

"What do you think you were doing?" It was Paul Heyman's voice down in the boiler room.

"Please boss, come on and forgive us." Shelton Benjamin pleaded.

"Yea, I mean come on man, we did the best we could." Charlie Hass chimed in.

"No, you failed me. And you know what happens when you fail me, you make me upset, and you know what happens when you make me upset." Paul turned to his flexing client. "You make him upset."

"Ah, no!" The duo cried as Brock beat them to a bloody pulp.

"And here you are." Edge's voice caused Paul to turn.

"Well, well. I'm surprised you're still alive, I figured Eddie would've killed you. But I guess that's just another of my talent wasted." He motioned towards his two now former clients, laying motionless on the ground. "However Brock is not like them, as he will care to demonstrate."

"You wanna fight? Fine then you got it, but if you want a real fight, you need to give us a few days."

"I don't want to wait!" Paul spat.

"Believe me, you can fight me now and have no challenge."

Brock cut Edge off, "Let's just see."

"Very well then." Edge powered up to Super Star, Brock was about to attack but Edge stopped him. "I thought you wanted a challenge." He went to the next ascended level, much like Jericho had done when fighting The Rock, and Eddie entered once Paul had used his mind control spell.

"So what, you're a little shinier, big deal." Brock folded his arms.

"No, now this is the level that not even Eddie has reached, since it's two levels after Super Star, I like to call it Level Three."

Paul blinked, "Level Three?"

"Observe." Edge got into his fighting stance and yelled as his power level jumped dramatically, the light surrounding him exploding into a huge aura as his hair became longer, thicker, shinier, just look at a bottle of shampoo conditioner and you'll get the idea, only difference here is Edge doesn't use hair dye or get perms. "Now, we can fight, and see how much of a challenge this will be."

"I give it, five minutes." Brock smirked as he and Edge began to fight. Brock was surprised at Edge's increase in toughness and technique, he could now withstand a punch or kick. Edge was faster now, stronger too, but could he pose a challenge. Finally Brock stopped, Edge followed. "That was nice, Level Three. But not fun enough."

"What the hell are you doing!?" Paul flopped in the air like a fish out of water, looking at his watch. "That was hardly even one minute!"

"I don't need an eternity to tell me what the title clearly shows. Edge was right, he's not strong enough to pose a challenge, even at his strongest state."

"Then kill him now! That way they'll all fall and you will be the champion!"

"No, I want a challenge."

"Brock!"

"I want to have some fun in earning my title status."

"Brock!"

"I want…. You to shut up, Paul."

"Brock…." Paul covered his mouth. "Sorry Brock."

Brock turned back to Edge, "I'll give you two days, be ready by Tuesday."

Edge nodded, "Thank you Brock, I look forward to it." He returned to normal and ran off.

"As do I, this is going to be fun."

"Brock!"

"What!?" Brock whirled around growling, his smile long since faded.

Paul cowered and spoke quietly, "Why did you let him go?"

"Look, you don't know me, you don't know what I want, or what I'm thinking. So just shut up."

"Oh!" Paul was offended and became angry. "Insolence! This is the thanks you give me after I bring you here into the WWE? If it weren't for me, you would've never gotten as far as you did!"

"That may be, but I'm here now." Brock pointed out his hand. "And I don't need you anymore."

Paul gasped, freezing, "Brock…?"

"I thank you for the little piddle that you have done, so I'll give you to the count of three."

Paul's lip quivered, "Brock?

"One…"

"Ok."

"Two…."

"I'm going!" Paul ran away.

Brock smiled and lowered his hand. "Meh, wouldn't have been much fun in that anyway." He walked off.

Edge returned to everyone Flair's office, he stood up from his chair, "Well, did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Weren't you going to fight him or something?"

"Oh, yea I did."

"And…?"

"He's strong alright, man I could've been killed like that." Edge laughed, snapping his fingers.

Lita wore a blank stare, "How he can laugh at death after all this is beyond me…."

"Edge, so what is the plan?" Benoit spoke up.

"I need you to train Jeff and Christian. We have until Tuesday until we fight Brock."

"What exactly are you going to teach them, this technique of which you speak."

"Oh, it's called…" Edge smiled. "Fusion." Benoit gasped, his eyes widened.

Jeff and Christian blinked at each other, "Fusion…?"