You could literally see the bulging vein on Eddie Guerrero's temple was about to burst, "What, did you just SAY?"
"Eh…" Shane McMahon slunk down next to his stern faced father.
"Great, there goes our chances." Edge sighed.
Eddie growled to himself, "Fine."
"Huh?" Edge whirled around.
"I said alright, let's just do this and be over with it, ok?"
Edge was in shock, "Wow, Eddie…"
He looked at the pissed wrestler, his ego was too big to ever even fathom doing something like fusing with Edge in what could be a life long change, but he was different now, a changed man, he swallowed his pride to save the lives for everyone, everyone he cared for, including Chyna and Jeff Hardy (...yet he never would admit it).
"Well come along now, stop gawking and let's do this." Eddie folded his arms, leering over at Edge.
"Yea, alright!" Edge nodded with a smile.
"Time is running out." Hiedenriech cracked his knuckles. "Five."
"Put them on your opposite ears!" Shane repeated the instructions.
"Ready for this?" Edge asked.
"Four…"
"No." Eddie growled back shrewdly.
"Three…"
"But we don't have any other choice." Eddie did as he was told.
"Two…"
"Fusion- ah!" Their bodies glowed and they were sent flying at each other into a blinding white light.
"Whoa!" Vince McMahon covered his eyes.
"One…." John had finished his counting, unaffected by the light of the fusion.
"Your right Hiedenriech, time is up…"
"What?" He growled, teeth clenched.
"Your time, that is." The smoke cleared from around the individual.
"Who, or what is… are you?" Chris Benoit sputtered out in shock as he shook, next to him the unconscious Chris Jericho groaned and began to twitch as he regained consciousness, he opened his eyes and gasped.
"Who am I?" The man asked and went Super Star. "What am I?"
"Yes, yes, that is what we ask." Hiedenriech snapped back impatiently.
"The name is Edge Guerrero, but you can call me your executioner." The man stood tall and glowing with the golden aura around him, his long hair waved, it was slightly dark with golden tips towards the bottom.
"What, happened…?" Jericho's eyes shook in awe.
"They fused."
Jericho looked at Benoit, did he just hear… "Fused? THEM?"
Benoit smirked to himself, "He doesn't stand a chance now."
"Benoit." Edge Guerrero spoke up.
"Yes." He groaned as he stood up.
"I want you to help Chris, get him out of here, then I want you two McMahon's to find the others, round them up and get them out to the ring, leave no man backstage. I don't want anyone else to get hurt anymore."
"Right." Benoit nodded and pulled Jericho's left arm over his shoulder to hoist him up.
"Guys?" Jericho asked weakly and Edge Guerrero looked over at him. He smirked, "Kick his ass one time for the champ eh?"
He nodded back, "I'll be sure to kid."
"Come on." Benoit helped Jericho out.
"Edge, Eddie, are you both sure about this?" Shane gulped.
"Yes, now go."
"Right, come on son." Vince led his reluctant boy out the door behind him.
Edge Guerrero turned back to his opponent, "Sorry to keep you waiting."
"This battle will be long worth it."
"Hmm, I assume that you're right."
"Well you've assumed correctly."
By now, everyone had been led out to the ring, the fans were confused by all this, what was going on, the show thus far had been quite a strange one. The superstars in the ring were all a buzz, talking to each other, Benoit stood looking up at the dark blank screened Titan Tron, the weary champion still hanging off his shoulders. Vince and Shane looked at each other, both very tense, nobody had any idea what was about to happen next. The final fight for the fate of all mankind (and Mick Foley, haha, get it?) was just about ready to being…