"Los Angeles County coast, including downtown, is under a severe weather alert from the latest storm system expected to last..." The radio news blared in the car.
"Is it just me or are these rap artists getting lazier?" Vince grumbled as he drove behind the wheel of the Bentley.
"Chris please turn that dribble off." Shane groaned and Jericho shut it off. "It's bad enough the only stations we get are sports and news talk."
"Why do we even have to drive? I can fly." Jericho folded his arms in a pout.
"Because we can't."
"And why not Shane?"
"I dunno, because we don't feel like it." Vince cut in. "Now quiet, we have to stick together."
"I don't see why I can't go alone, I mean, if this whole training was good enough…"
Shane cut him off this time, "Because that's why."
"Geez." Jericho rolled his eyes again, once more crossing his arms across his chest. "Sound just like Austin…" The car drove down the freeway towards the arena.
"Ah!" Chris Benoit cried out in pain as his back was slammed against the wall. Hidenrich laughed to himself as he approached his victim once more. "Just do it, get it over with. If I can't beat you now, what's the point, there's no honor in a tainted victory."
"Who said I was doing for honor?" John picked up the weary Canadian. "I'm doing it for just plain fun." He threw him down.
"Edge, where are you?" Benoit thought as he panted, this creep was gonna kill him if Dan didn't hurry and find him.
"You're a food Edge!" Eddie Guerrero roared to the man running alongside him.
"Come on how was I supposed to know?" He retorted.
"Guys, guys!" Dan came running at them.
"Whoa, whoa!" Edge stopped. "What's up?"
"It's Hidenrich, he's attacked everyone, Jeff and Christian are down and he's pulverizing Benoit as we speak!" He said between gasps for air.
"Dam it, we've got to stop this guy!" Eddie growled.
"But how?" Edge frowned. "Think Edge, think…!"
"We can think when we're dead, we have to fight!"
"No, that could kill us, we need to form a battle plan."
"Idiot, the time we take will kill our friends!"
Edge smirked at him, "Funny, thought you'd never say the F word."
"Oh believe me, I've said the F word more times a day than I have fingers to count."
"Wow, what a potty mouth." Dan shook his head. "Edge, didn't you and Eddie already have a plan?"
"It was the boys, but if they were beaten in just one blow, what chance do we…" He gasped snapping his fingers. "Of course, how could I have forgotten! Haha!"
"What, what is it?"
Edge turned to Eddie, "We do it."
"Ew!" Eddie grew red.
"No, not it, fuse!"
"Ew!"
"Eddie I'm serious."
"Well so am I!"
"Please, it's for the good of humanity, it'll only last a half hour."
"No, I refuse to do it with you!"
"Please, you make it sound dirty…"
"I refuse to fuse with you, there, happy?"
"No."
"What! Why?"
"Because you refuse to fuse with me."
"Arg!" Eddie was about to blow his top again.
"Guys please stop arguing, our friends lives are at stake." Dan cut in.
"He's right Eddie, please, do this for me and I'll be in your debt."
Eddie raised an eyebrow at the pleading superstar, "I'll think about it."
Edge frowned, "Well do it quick, time is of the essence."
"Alright we're here." Vince parked the car in the lot as Jericho opened the door and threw off his seatbelt. "Now I want you to… hey!" He noticed Jericho running off into the arena. "Hey stop come back and listen!"
"No time, gotta fly!" Jericho was soon out of sight through the doors, Vince growled.
"Come on dad, we should hurry." He put a hand on his daddy's shoulder and they both walked after the spunky man.
"You know, this is starting to get less fun than I originally intended." Hidenrich looked down at his play toy of Chris Benoit.
"You just wait until Edge gets a hold of you…" He growled.
"Believe me, the feeling is mutual." He picked Benoit up and threw him back against the wall. "Well, it looks like your time is up." He powered up a fist.
"Funny, I could say the same for you."
"Hu?" Hidenrich turned to the voice and saw a man with long blonde hair in the doorway.
"Edge?" Benoit tried to focus but then saw the red tips at the bottom of the mane. "Chris!" His e yes fluttered and he slumped down to the ground.
Jericho stepped over, "Fun time is over, are you ready to play my game?"
"If you think, you can keep up." Hidenrich smiled.
Jericho scratched the stubbly goatee around his mouth and down his chin, "I'm the champ, it's up to me to defend everyone, you've hurt my friends and I will make you suffer."
"Oh big words from a little man with a big mouth. Let's see if you can actually back them up." Hidenrich powered up. "Ah!"
Jericho's cockiness began to fade as he frowned, "Wow, this guy is a lot stronger than I thought." He gulped to himself. "If things get bad and I don't win, it'll be as if my life saved was in vain. I can't let that happen, I can make a difference. Edge nearly lost his life protecting me and the others, it's only right that I return the favor." Jericho crouched down and powered up to the next ascended level and beyond like the McMahon's had trained him to, "AH!" He spoke to himself, "I can make a difference, I will win and destroy this monster, even if he destroys me."