(A/N: Sorry an update took so long, but it's finally up. I've been so busy with mid-terms and finishing writing up all my other fics, but enough excuses, lo and behold, a new chapie! Enjoy.)

Chris Jericho smirked cockily to himself as he crouched down in a pose, poised readily for battle, "You're ass is mine you damn bastard."

"Feh." Hidenriech just folded his arms in amusement.

"Take, this!" Jericho rushed at him with blinding speed and punched him square in the jaw, causing him to stagger back a few steps with an 'umph'.

Chris Benoit gasped in shock as Jericho flew back, landing back on his feet in that same pose as before, "Such blinding speed, has the training improved upon Chris's skills that much?"

"I hardly felt that little tap." Hidenriech cracked his knuckles. "So since that could hardly count as a shot, I'll give you one last courtesy blow."

"It's your funeral ya jackass." Jericho growled through gritted teeth. "Hi ya!" This time he jumped up and flipped forward once in the air, using both feet to kick him in the chest.

"Gotchya!"

"What? Ugh!" Jericho gasped as his feet were swept out from under him. "Damit, it was a trick!" He growled to himself as Hidenriech grabbed his feet and swung him around the room, then let him go, sending him flying into the book shelves and cupboards in the room. Jericho rubbed the blood from his mouth, "Dam you to hell."

"What's the matter, did hiding my true power level catch you off guard?" Hidenriech laughed and approached Jericho, picking him up with one hand around his neck, bringing him close to his face. "But I must admit, you do have quiet a power level for a person like you."

"A person like me eh?" Jericho gagged with the lack of oxygen. "I'm the champion."

"Yea, of a looser federation." Hidenriech tightened his grip, causing Jericho to gasp for air and cry out, he struggled, thrashing his legs and pulling on Hidenriech's hand with both of his own, but to no avail. "Your friends are all fallen, Benoit was nothing and that fusion of Christian and Jeff Hardy was laughable. Now all I have to do, is take you out to the ring, and pin you for the one two three."

"I hardly doubt that." Jericho spat hoarsely.

"Shut up, I've heard enough out of that mouth." Hidenriech squeezed suddenly causing Jericho to gasp in pain, then pass out.

"Chris!" Benoit cried.

"I'll turn on a television for you." Hidenriech said as he passed Benoit, he glanced down at him. "So you can see your dreams die."

"You son of a…" Benoit growled, but Hidenriech just smiled.

"I don't think it's his dreams that will be dying John!"

"What?" Hidenriech turned to the voice.

"Edge!" Benoit turned to the doorway, and sure enough, there stood Edge and Eddie Guerrero.

"Guys, be careful!" Shane McMahon appeared behind them, Vince ran up beside him.

Vince gasped, "Chris, Shane look at Jericho!"

"Hu?" Shane looked and gasped down at the unconscious bloody man gripped in Hidenriech's hand. "Impossible, he should be much stronger now!"

"Should be, but isn't." Eddie Guerrero growled. "This monster of a man is tearing apart our industry. If we don't act now and do something fast, there won't be a company anymore, no company means no belt, and no belt, means no champion. And I refuse to let my dream die!"

"So you'll do it?" Edge perked up, glancing over at the enraged wrestler.

"Fine, you win Champ." He leered back at him. "But mark my words, speak of this to anyone and I swear I'll murder you with my own two hands!"

Edge smirked, "That's all I ask. Let's do it Eddie… fusion!"

"Right!" He nodded.

"Oh?" Hidenriech lifted an eyebrow.

Eddie and Edge got in the starting pose, "Fu…shun…"

"Not so fast!" Hidenriech shot a blast at them with his free hand.

"Look out!" Edge cried and they jumped apart. Hidenriech laughed as he sent balls of energy around the room, chasing after the two of them.

"They can't fuse like that, but there's nobody to keep John at bay." Vince growled. "There has to be something WE can do…"

"We can, there is something I can do…" Shane put his hands together and Vince watched as they were surrounded with a pink glow. He gasped, his eyes wide as Shane pulled them apart to reveal two clip on ear rings. "These rings hold the power of the fusion dance spell, but it's only a test model, I don't know how well it'll do…"

"Will it work?" Vince asked.

"Yes, but there's a catch…"

"No time for that, here Edge, Eddie, catch!" Vince snagged them and threw one to each superstar.

Eddie grabbed his, "What the hell is this? I'm a man not a woman!"

"Just put it on!" Vince cried instructions as Edge put his on. "John won't give you enough time to do the poses, so these ear rings Shane made will do the trick."

"Alright, great job Shane!" Edge gave him a thumbs up. Eddie growled and hesitated upon putting the girly gem on his lobe.

"Yes, but there is one catch!" They paused at Shane's caution. "This is a test model, and you're my guinea pigs. I don't know for sure how long it'll last, it could be half an hour…"

"Five minutes is all I'd need!" Eddie growled and was about to put it on when Shane spoke back up.

"Or forever." Everyone froze and Edge tensed, looking over at the stunned Eddie Guerrero, there went their last shot at victory.