(A/N): This is where I'm going to deviate from the actual storyline set out by the WWE. I guess I forgot the disclaimer in the first update so here it is; I own nothing. Everything belongs to the WWE.

Smackdown! began before Randy Orton and Dave Batista could savor their respective victories. Both of them –especially Dave—were on such a hot-streak that nothing seemed as if it could stop them. But all that was about to change…

"Sorry, playa," Teddy Long said. "This matter is out of my hands."

"You're sorry?" JBL demanded. "Sorry doesn't cut it! I was in a no holds barred match just last Sunday with the same man you're putting me in a match with!"

"Listen, playa," Teddy Long snapped, becoming more and more irritated by JBL. "You're teaming with Eddie and Orlando against Batista, Chris Benoit, and Rey Mysterio. I don't see what the problem is."

"The problem is that I can't trust Guerrero to watch my car," JBL yelled, spit flying. "Never mind watch my back in a match. And Orlando is still in pain from his match with Benoit last Sunday."

"That's just too bad, playa," Teddy Long shrugged. "This is what's scheduled as the main event tonight, so you can either get in that ring, or you can start looking for a new job!"

With a roar JBL stormed out of Teddy Long's office. He reached his locker room and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed the same number that he dialed after Summerslam. "You better get here fast," was all he said before hanging up…

"Be careful out there, Dave," Christy warned. She as well as Stacy had just been traded to Smackdown! and this was her first Smackdown! event. "This is JBL we're talking about. You may have beaten him, but he's still a very dangerous man."

Dave smiled at Christy's words. "Listen, Christy. I know that JBL may have been the big bad-guy, but I'm here now, and I've already proven that I can take care of him. Remember, I beat Tri-"

"I know," Christy said with a sigh. "You beat Triple H three times in a row. But Dave, this isn't something to take lightly. You can't keep living off of your success against Hunter. Bradshaw is an entirely different man."

"She's right," a voice agreed. Dave spun around to come face-to-face with the Undertaker. "I've been here longer than you have, champ. And believe me, JBL is never without a backup plan." Undertaker then turned around and disappeared around a corner.

"It always unnerves me how that guy just comes and goes," Randy Orton said as he got up from his seat. He checked his watch. "You'd better get going to your match, Dave."

Batista just nodded as he left for the ring…

The 619 connected and sent Orlando Jordan straight into the waiting arms of Chris Benoit who delivered a crushing German Suplex to the former US Champion. Benoit and Mysterio then turned to Batista and motioned for him to finish Jordan off. Orlando soon found himself hoisted high on Batista's shoulders and then experienced the Batista Bomb as he was slammed onto the mat and was down for the three-count.

Batista, Benoit, and Mysterio's arms were raised. They embraced to celebrate their victory and Batista and Benoit held up their respective titles. After a few more moments of posing and celebrating, Mysterio and Chris said their farewells and walked up the exit ramp. But Batista remained in the ring with his World Heavyweight Championship raised high.

Suddenly, the crowd seemed to explode, and Dave felt a presence behind him. He spun around only to be met with a powerful clothesline that took him straight off his feet. Dave slowly began to rise to his feet, but his head was still spinning. He then found himself draped over his attacker's shoulders; he was spun around and dropped to the mat. Somewhere underneath the haze of his pain he realized that he had just been F-5'd.

Batista rolled over onto his belly to look up the ramp at the man who had just attacked him. He growled as he used the ropes to pull himself to his knees. Dave cursed at the large man, but he just smirked and laughed Dave off as he held something in his hands. Dave stared wide-eyed at the man who now held the World Heavyweight Title Belt over his head.

The massive man roared with laughter as he held Dave's title high in the air. JBL then appeared from backstage and grabbed a microphone.

"Did you think it was funny, Dave?" JBL roared into the mike. "Did you enjoy embarrassing me in front of these thousands of people? Well now I've returned the favor. Let me introduce you to the man who's going to finally take your World Title away." The man holding the title posed with it raised high over his head. "Brock Lesnar!"

Brock Lesnar had returned to the WWE, and had already made a hell of an impact…

(A/N): Well that's that for this chapter. I'm not too pleased with it, but as of right now I don't really know how to improve it. Anyway, The next chapters won't be up as quickly as this. Remember, R&R.