A/N: I feel like I ended the first chapter too quickly, so I guess here's part two... only I added a little blip at the end to carry on over to chapter four. But I am just SOO swamped I can't even begin to explain, so I won't get into that, but chapters will be shorter for this story I'm afraid, due to the lack of free time, but look for a longer for my other one. A big one will be coming up soon in the next few days with my other fic, so keep your eyes peeled open for that, I feel that the other story will take off a lot better than this one will be, this will be a shorter one.

"Chris! Chris!" Stephanie McMahon screamed, her voice begging him to get up and be alright as she pounded on the mat.

"His face is blank, his heart yearns no more as his mind has been closed off from the rest of the world and all of his distractions." Ultimate Warrior murmured. "This battle has ended..."

"Huh?" Stephanie took back a bit.

Warrior turned to her, "Ah, Stephanie McMahon… I remember the last time seeing you knee high." He grinned as he lowered his hand yay high. "You were kneeling before some man if I'm not mistaken, whiping your mouth..."

"Grr." Stephanie growled, balling up a fist of clenched finger nails. "You bastard, you cold heartless bastard…! What have you done to him?"

"It will all end soon enough, then I shall move onto you. And your other friends." He looked at Trish Stratus and Christian who gasped slightly in shock. "Trish, you're such a dish."

"Ugh." Trish growled, stepping back in disgust.

"Hey don't talk about my girlfriend like that!" Christian roared.

"Please chump. Then only reason she's with you is because she pities you, the typical small looser with a lot of money whose so nerdy he can't still find a woman… virgin."

"Hey!" Christian barked back, balling up his fists, Trish fuming by his side "None of that is true!"

"You are all dead." He looked around the ring at them, then his eyes fell on the referee.

The ref's soul nearly leapt out of his skin, "What is he going to go after me now…?" But Warrior just turned around back to Chris. The ref sighed with relief, but then grew angry, "Hey you can't just ignore me, I'm in control of this match here!"

"Hardly." Warrior picked up Chris by the nape of his hair. "I'M, in control…" He threw him down, falling limply on the mat.

"Just go for the cover man, he's out." The ref shot back.

"You threaten, me? You can't tell me what to do." Warrior got in his face with a cold sinister simrk. "I told you…! I'M…. Warrior fell down after being attacked from behind. "AH!"

"Whoa, what happened?" Stephanie gasped and looked around.

"Up there, check it out!" Christian was shocked, Trish following his gaze.

"Huh?" Stephanie looked up into the ring and gasped. "Chris!" But she paused…. "Chris….?"

"What the…?" Warrior sneered angrily as he looked over his shoulder, sitting up to turn and face his foe. "What's going on?"

Chris Jericho landed on his feet after the assault, "What's the matter Warrior? I thought you said you were in control…" His face was dark and demented, covered by strands of hair, twisted into a snarl, his voice was not his own, deep and gravely. He balled up his fists, cracking his knuckles sinisterly as he growled.

"What… what's going on?" Stephanie was shaking. He didn't look like himself… sure it was his body, and the flowing majestic mane that was trademark to his name… but his soul… his heart… she could read it on his face… those eyes, those once beautiful blue eyes… were no longer his, the voice she fell in love with, was tainted. She frowned and choked sadly, "What's happened to him?"

"You!" Warrior snapped as he jumped up and got into grappling position, he had to defend himself. "What is happening here?" He thought to himself, usually a punk like this would be a joke, but he wasn't laughing now, something was different about this man, as if he'd transformed. "You should know that I am not human, I am the Ultimate Warrior, a true king of demons, a monster of men, and you shall remember my name, once you know my wrath!" He roared out his battle cry before charging at his foe. He lunged but Chris ducked, then shot his right arm up with lightning blind speed, practically breaking his shoulder in the socket with such force. "AH!" Warrior rolled to the side, holding his left arm that was now incapacitated. "How did he dodge me so quickly...?" Warrior turned around to face his opponent, who stood at the opposite side of the ring with his back to him. Warrior gasped, he could feel it, there was just something different about him, he couldn't explain it and he didn't understand it. "It's as it the pure aura surronding his body has become maliced by a dark chi, blocking out all human compasion and conciounse with the thrill of the kill soley in his mind…!"

"Very poetic." Chris smirked fang like. "You should know that we are not at all equal." Chris turned around and jumped back. "One of us is far superior here surpassing the other in all possible traits…!" He pulled back his fists next to his ribs as if to hone his power, then charged at Warrior with great velocity against the ropes. "I am in a class all my OWN!" He cried out and speared right through the Ultimate Warrior, sending him flying through the ropes and falling out of the ring, knocking his head against the bottom of the ramp and falling unconscious. Chris stopped as the referee went for the ten count. He looked at Warrior's blood on his hands, "That felt good… I won… but this isn't like any other victory… something has happened, it's been released, inside me… the blood pumping through my veins is so… coursing with the energy of adrenaline, it's not my own… I just can't explain it… I don't understand how, or even why, but..."

"Ten! Ring the bell!" The referee called, the winner of the match was Chris Jericho! The crowd roared as he raised his hand, but Chris hissed back at him. "Whoa…!"

"Don't you touch me." He bared his fist claw like.

"Chris." The ref blinked. "Your voice… need some water…?"

"Get out of here, before I make my attack on you next…" Chris crouched down into a fighting position, spooking the ref out of the ring.

"Chris…!" Stephanie climbed onto the apron and held the ropes. "Chris!"

"Stephanie…?" Chris bared his teeth, sending a shock jolting through Stephanie's body. With one plusing beat her heart seemed to freeze as she stared at this creature... thisnot human creature. "Get away from me, don't come near me….!"

"Huh?" Her eyes shook, what was going on, something weird had happened to him…

"I don't know what I'm going to do next..." He growled savagly.

"Chris..." Stephaine's face softened, whatever was going on, this was just not him, she knew that he knew it, she could tell he was fighting from on the inside, but fighting against what?

"Be careful Steph." Trish gulped.

"Get away from him, it's not safe!" Christian cried.

"Chris." Stephanie went into the ring and walked slowly towards him. "Warrior is defeated… the match is over… you won… now come back to us…"

"No stop, he's dangerous!" Christian yelled as Trish felt her stomach jumpup into her chest and freeze.

"Chris…"

"Stephanie!"

"It's alright to stop…"

"Grrr….!" Chris began to feel the hairs bristle on the back of his neck, he was going to attack this stranger.. he went to lunge forward but Stephanie slapped him back. "AH!" He grabbedhis face and stumbled forward, tripping over her legs as he fell onto the mat, his hair falling foward to cover his face.

"Chris, Steph…!" Trish and Christian called.

"Chris…?" Stephanie slowly went to help him up.

Chris was growling and looked up quickly, sending his hair back waving behind his shoulders, "What the hell was that for, why would you trip me like that…? Ah!" Chris cried out angrily, holding his nose as he sat up whining.

"Whoa, what the….?" Christian blinked.

"What's happened, he's back to normal." Trish gasped in shock.

"Chris." Stephanie fell to her knees before him.

"Huh?" He looked up at her confused.

"Oh thank goodness you've come back!" She practically sobbed as she fastly raped her arms tightly around his neck. She gasped and looked up at his confused blank expression, "What, what is it…?"

"Back, back from where…?" He looked around the ring. "What happened, the match…?" He gasped, "Oh no, I didn't loose did it….?"

"Huh?" Stephanie made a strange face.

"What?" Trish and Christian matched her expression.

Stephanie looked at Chris carefully, as if to study him closely, "You honestly don't remember?"

"Remeber what...?"

"Oh Chris." She sighed with a sad frown, what was going on here. "What happened to you…?"

"What do you mean?" Chris blinked, then looked down at his bloody hands with a quiet sigh, "I dunno…." He had no idea what was going on, the last thing he remembered was blacking out at Warrior's attack, then waking up on the floor after tripping, his face stinging from a slap. He turned with Stephanie and looked outside the ring on the floor, where the Ultimate Warrior's body still lay beaten in defeat…but defeated, by what?

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Chirs Jericho sat on the hotel room balcony staring out into the dark sky, the stars winking back at him. The wind blew through the trees and brushed at his hair. He felt sick to his stomach, his face was confused and stern, serious in thought. He closed his eyesas his soul trembled in pain, the soundtrack of his life played loudly and vividin his mind... it was that same song, the same sad song, slow with those voilins and flutes... the song he heard when he saw her in his dream, when she opened her mouth to speak it was all that seemed to ever come out... the song he knew, called mother.