Ric Flair threw the door open as Lita called, "What's wrong, is something going on?"

"I could've sworn I just heard something." Flair froze as he saw Brock Lesnar laying on the ground. "Oh my gosh." Everyone ran over.

Trish Stratus shook with fear, "What happened, who could've done this to him?"

"Whoever it was must've been strong." Hulk Hogan pulled her close. "Real strong."

"Was it Edge?" Victoria turned to Steven Richards.

He just shrugged, "I doubt it, he's not here, neither are Chris Benoit, Christian or Jeff Hardy."

"Yea, and they're the strongest ones we've got." RVD nodded.

"Not only that, but, we were all in here, the whole time." Kurt Angle began to get nervous himself.

"Let's ask Brock." Everyone turned in shock to Dan. "What?"

"Here, I'll do it, you guys close the door." Hulk Hogan stepped forward.

"But why you?" Trish asked.

"Cause I'm the strongest out of us all, I can protect myself." Hogan closed the door and bent down. "Hey, Brock."

"Hidenrich…" Brock muttered.

"Who?"

Brock opened his eyes and frowned, "Where is he? John Hidenrich!"

"I don't know, I don't even know who that is." Hogan frowned.

Brock blinked up at him and sat up, "Why aren't you running away from me like the others? Aren't you afraid?"

"No, not really. And if I ever do get scared, I don't scream and give it away."

"Oh." Brock thought for a moment. "I've never known anyone to never fear me, not even Paul could stand next to me without shivering, and lo and behold, there you stand."

Hogan smirked as he stood up, "That's right." He reached out a hand. "So tell me about this John guy."

Brock stood up, "He's Paul's new client."

"His new client?"

"Yea, I got rid of him and he's pretty pissed, he's brought in this new guy, and he's even stronger than me, I'm afraid to say."

"Whoa, no kidding."

"Yea…."

"Well, what are you going to do now?"

"What, what do you mean?"

"You're your own man now, you don't have anyone to answer to, no more Paul."

"I guess I'll do whatever I feel. Maybe I'll blow up something, or beat up someone."

"Now why the hell would you want to do that?"

"I don't know, I've always been told to do that, Paul told me to destroy, so I did."

"But Paul's gone now, you can do whatever you want. You know, just as long as it's not bad, like killing."

"Oh?"

Hogan cowered, "I mean, you could fight and destroy, if you want, you know…"

"If it's bad, and I don't have to, then I won't do it anymore."

Hogan blinked, "Are, are you serious?"

"Yup."

"Wow." Hogan smiled and beamed to himself. "I converted an evil doer, ha, they gotta give me a title shot for that one!"

Chyna had found Chris Benoit, Christian and Jeff Hardy, and was driving them back to the arena, but she had no luck finding Edge at the hotel. "So you have no idea where he is?" She asked again. "Cause once I get back to the arena, I'm not driving again."

"I'm sure." Christian said as he ate his ice cream. "By the way, thanks for making the stop."

"Whatever, you can thank me by not spilling any of it on…"

"Uh oh!" Jeff gasped.

"The seat…." Chyna lowered her head with a sad sigh.

Chris Benoit sat with his arms folded, staring with focus out the window, "Kids…"

Edge had made one last visit to the McMahon suite to check up on Chris Jericho one last time, there Shane had told Edge that once he was ready, he should use the fusion technique to fuse with Chris, that way they'd create an undefeatable character. Edge agreed and told Jericho to hurry up with his training, then left. Edge began to think to himself as he flew to the arena, Jericho was strong alright, but he didn't think he'd be strong enough. Eddie Guerrero, now that would've been a grand power to fuse together with, nobody could stop that, nothing would stand in its way. But it was too late now, Eddie had already fallen to Brock and his malicious hands and there was no way he….

"Whoa, no way!" Edge stopped. He concentrated, then smiled, laughing, "It's my lucky day, haha!" He flew quicker to the arena.

Where Edge had focused was on a pile of rubble that Brock had created, it shook and groaned and Eddie Guerrero emerged, "What?" He looked at himself. "I'm alive, but how?" He was for sure Brock would've left him for dead. "I don't get it…" He staggered off, searching for a place to rest and recover.

"Hodale, vato loco!"

"Never, ever say that again!" Eddie spat, whirling around angrily to see the overjoyed Edge.

"Aw come on, you're alive, this is great!"

"Why is that? You should be the person least likely to be happy to see me."

"What?" Edge blinked with a frown. "And why is that?'

Eddie stared at him and sighed, "Just, never mind…"

"Well, alright." He smiled again. "But hey, we've gotta heal you, there's a way to defeat Brock, but I'll need your help."

"Death to the one who tried to murder me?" Eddie smiled. " I like the way you think."

"Come on, let's get to the locker room, I'll bet Kurt has some beans left over." Edge ran off and for once, Eddie followed, matching his enthusiasm.