Edge ran up the stairs next to the elevator, since it was in use. His legs pumped just like the adrenaline through his heart. He smiled in excitement as he skidded to a halt before the front door of the suite. He banged on the door, then opened it, as it was unlocked. He jumped into the room and looked around frantically. The shocked occupants of the room turned around to see their guest. Shane McMahon blinked over at the smiling Edge.

"Hi!"

"Hi… Edge."

Vince McMahon came around the corner, "Can we help you?"

"Where's Chris?"

"Edge?" The meek voice came from the bed where Jericho was sitting, he looked over at him confused. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Edge was still beaming. "We all figured you were dead, I'm so thrilled that you're alive!" He raced over and hugged him tightly.

"Ah, Edge…?"

"Yea Chris?"

"You're embracing me. In front of the boss and his son."

"Oh." Edge backed off.

Jericho blushed, rubbing the back of his head, "It's kinda embarrassing, is all."

Edge smirked to himself, chuckling slightly in his mind, "Yup, that's typical Chris alright." He turned back to the McMahon's, "So what's the deal, why did you hide him?"

Shane cocked his head, "What do you mean?"

"We thought he was dead."

"So did we." Vince spoke up. "But we found him, he was barely alive. We brought him here so he could be safe from the battle with Brock. Shane had to wait before he could use his power again, especially since it had already been used on Chris."

"So he's fine now, right?"

"Yea, I'm fine." Jericho stood up. "But now we've got to train, this Brock guy poses a serious threat."

"You got that right champ." Edge nodded. "But you shouldn't worry, cause I got a plan." He winked and gave him a thumbs up.

The McMahon's blinked, "You do?"

Jericho moved in the way, "What is it?"

"I can't tell you, it's a secret." Edge wore a huge grin.

"Tell me now!" Vince grabbed his collar, shaking him.

"Ok, ok!" Edge put up his hands and Vince let go. "My secret, is Level Three Fusion."

Jericho and the McMahon's stared blankly, "Level Three Fusion?"

"Wow, an echo." Edge laughed. "You'll see. I taught Jeff and Christian the art of fusion, it's a learned technique, not like the applied ones each of us has."

"What's Level Three?" Shane spoke up.

"I'll show you." Edge powered up to Super Star. "This next level is the next ascended level that Jericho reached back when fighting Rocky." He powered beyond. "This last level is the highest one can reach, so I call it Level Three." He transformed.

"Whoa!" The trio's jaws dropped.

Edge returned to normal, "Whew, hope I don't have to explain that anymore, I'm beat."

"Edge, you should get to bed." Jericho smiled.

"As should you kiddo. We've got training to do."

"You're darned right." Vince approached Edge as he sat down, beginning to feel a little weak and tired from transforming. "And you're to tell no one that you saw Chris."

"Hu!?" Edge looked up, then stood. "Why not?"

"Because if Brock were to know he was alive and here, our cover would be blown."

"Why is that such a factor?"

"Because." Shane stepped forward. "We're going to train Jericho, in secret."

"Oh." Edge blinked in awe. "How so?"

"It's a secret!" Vince spat.

"Ok, ok!" Edge whipped himself off. "I'm going to bed now, good night."

"Night." Jericho closed the door behind him, then turned to Vince and Shane. "So. Shall we get started?" They both nodded.

The next day was the day that Brock Lesnar had been waiting for. He had arrived early at the arena as soon as it opened. He stood pacing back and forward in the ring. He was tired of waiting, today was the day, no time was specified, he wanted to destroy something. He wished he didn't make Paul Heyman run off so quickly, he could've used that patsy to beat up.

"I'm tired of waiting." Brock got out of the ring and walked up the ramp. "I can sense energy levels, I know some of them are here. Maybe I'll just, warm up." He smiled.

Sure enough, most of the gang was already there in Ric Flair's locker room suite. The only one's not present were Edge, Chris Benoit, Christian and Jeff Hardy. Chyna had gone to pick them up at the arena because they were having problems with their rental car. Ric Flair tapped his desk with his pencil, waiting impatiently. He was nervous and had a right to be, they all knew Brock was there, they were afraid for their lives.

"Could you please stop that twitching?" A voice spoke up and Flair froze, growling to himself as he set his hand down still. Dan sighed, "Thank you. I know you're nervous, but that doesn't help it."

"I'm sorry." Flair muttered.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are." Brock stalked down the halls, finally reaching the correct corridor. He saw the big double doors at the end of the hallway. He smiled to himself, "It's time, to play." He reached his hand out.

"That's enough, stop it rightthere."

"Hu?" Brock turned towards the familiar voice, his hand inches off the knob.

"You want to play? Game, on." Paul Heyman pointed and another big demonic monster of a man leaped out and attacked Brock. Itching for battle, Brock attacked back but was easily knocked down by this new client of Paul's. Paul laughed, "Sorry Brock, you shouldn't have fired me. But what's bad for you is good for me, because I found a new and even better client. Do you remember this man?"

"Hiedenrich." Brock said through gritted teeth. "You were there the same night as me, both of us were getting evaluated with Paul by the WWE talent committee."

"That's right." John Hidenrich opened his palm. "In Roswell." Brock's eyes shook in fear as the sound of the energy beam was all he could sense as his vision went white.