Chapter 8- The front line- Chris Jericho.

"Be ready, I don't want this son of a bitch to set a talon in here until we can get everyone out you got me!" Vince yelled out to us.

"Got ya!" I called back to him. I did my match for the Pay Per View against Chris Masters. I channeled out my lion instinct, as Masters made his body change once more into a snake. All who didn't have a match or already wrestled were to change into their inner beasts. The portal Kane made was still open. We saw nothing. Yet could hear everything, and trust me. If you were in the front row for that, you would have prayed for seats in the nose bleeds.

I could hear Kane screaming at Onaga, I heard bodies drop harshly to the ground, yet the last thing I did hear was Kane yelling at Van Dam to run like hell… He shouldn't have done this. I could feel something in the pit of my stomach that something horribly wrong happened, Masters knew it to.

"What do we do if he comes out?" he asked of me.

I looked to Masters. "Anything you can think of that would kill the assclown"

Masters looked scared. "I don't know if I can do this," he whispered.

I don't know what came over me, but I smacked him in the face. He was shocked too. "Look, and listen. You heard through that portal what the hell is going on there. And you heard their screams, roars and even bodies' drop. By the sounds of things, it's not going good there. Those guys and girls are risking their asses to save ours! Knowing damn well they may not come back alive. If they don't then the least we can do is give it our all to save those who can live to fight another day! You got it!" I growled to him.

His eyes widened as he nodded his head. "Good!"

"Hey guys!" called out JBL. He came in with a black bag and started pulling out swords and daggers.

"Where the hell did you get this?" Masters demanded.

"China town, God bless'em. And look! Sharp!" he said as he threw a dagger at the door, it stuck right in there. "We'll be ready for that son of a bitch. I'll personally skin him and make a doormat from him!"

"Bradshaw… it's not sounding good," I told him honestly.

He nodded, knowing what I was talking about. He sifted through the bag and pulled out beer.

"What's that for?" Masters asked.

Bradshaw popped it open. "If that freak of nature comes out though that portal, I'm going to be so drunk. I don't know what the hell I'll be doing, so I will fight him and just go nuts. If I turn into a bull, my horns will go up his ass!" he said as he began to drink. Masters rolled his eyes and took a beer can.

"If we're lucky. Maybe I'll be so wasted I eat him!" he smirked.

"Not unless he eats you first… come on, let's hand these out"

I gave a weapon to everyone who was in his or her animality; you could see the look of fear and smell it on everyone all around. I was terrified to. Randy Orton ran into the locker room saying something's going on at the portal rift.

We ran to check it out; you could hear these haunting howls and screeches that were like a banshee. Something was definitely going on in there. The smell of blood became dominate as it seethed through the portal, that and dirt mixed with sulfur leeched through. There was something coming about from this.

The PPV was over and yet the fans stayed in their seats, all wanting to know what was going to happen. Who was going to come through alive? Some even started to chant for Kane and the others, calling for them to fight on.

"Beat the freak!" where some of the chant started.

I was rather surprised as to how many stayed, there were those that went home. But hey, I didn't ask people to stay, nor did Vince.

The locker room emptied out around the ring and the portal. Snitsky and Heidenreich were in their shark forms, ready to bite into anything that came through the portal that wasn't our friends. When an odd light started to come from it, we knew the winner was decided. The light grew brighter as it flashed through the whole arena….