(A/N) Not much to say, except thanks for all the support. That's about it, let's do this thing.

"Hey buddy." Jericho said to his fighter, who was lying in a hospital bed.

Benoit just nodded in acknowledgement.

"Heard about your fight. About how you got blindsided. That's just bad luck man. You know how H plays."

Again, Benoit just nodded and grimaced. His head was all bandaged up and he was in bad shape.

"Well look, I just came to check up on you. I got my semifinal fight in about a week, so I'll be doing it for you, aight?"

Benoit eased back into his bed and smiled.

"Yeah, you get some rest. I'll come back and check up on you later.

Edge strode confidently into the "Club Evolution." It was the night of his fightand he was ready to get it on. The bouncer let him cut to the front of the line, to the dismay of everyone else and Edge entered the club. The scene was not much different from a few nights ago. It was jam packed, the ring, smack bang in the centre, the big screen. It was all set.

Snitsky stood nervously in Hunter's office. H had managed to track him down, and decided to give him a chance to get his job back. Maybe he performed better under pressure.

"Now look Snitksy, you better not mistake my kindness for weakness. I cannot stress enough, this is your LAST chance. You fail this, and you are through for good. You understand?" Hunter said menacingly.

Snitsky shifted his feet. "Yes sir."

"Good. Now look, after that number Ric did on Benoit, he ain't gonna compete tonight. So all you gotta worry about is Edge. You beat that punk ass, and you get your job back."

"Yes sir."

"Now go out there and get ready to win."

"Ladies and gentlemen! I have a public service announcement. Due to injuries sustained in a previous fight, Chris Benoit is unable to compete tonight." Randy announced.

Loud boo's erupted from the crowd.

Randy continued over the top of them. "But we can't linger on the past, we gotta get on with the present! And presently, we are about to have ourselves a fight. Let me explain what's going to go down. Edge and Snitsky, the two losers from the first round, will face off to earn the right to join the final 4. All the same rules apply, and that's about all I have to say. So without further a due, will you please give it up for Gene Snitsky!"

Snitsky entered the ring with much less magnetism than he did before. His mind was obviously focused on getting his job back.

"And his challenger… Edge!"

Edge too, entered without much hoo hah, also focusing on the job at hand.

"I want a good clean fight from both of you." The ref said, more looking at Snitsky than at Edge.

The two men backed away to their corners and the ref started the match. The two men traded punch for punch, grapple for grapple early on, no one really taking the advantage. Snitsky would take a swing, Edge would duck under and punch Snitsky in the stomach, and Snitsky would punch Edge in the face. The match went back and forth in this fashion for a while. Both men were sore and bruised. Adam decided that he needed to step it up a notch if he was going to finish this match off. He came and his opponent, guns blazing, swinging like a mad man, but Snitsky had it scouted. He covered his face, took the blows, and when the opportunity came, he struck Edge right on the jaw. Edge went down like a sack of potatoes and he stayed down for a while. After he shook it off, he quickly scrambled to his feet to break the count. Snitsky came at Edge, not giving him any breathing space. Punches were flying in, a couple of knees here and there, and Edge was in no shape to defend himself. He was still dazed from that last punch. Adam was getting his ass beaten all over the place.

Snitsky was beginning to get a little cocky, feeling that the match had swung his way. He began to try and work the crowd, instead of concentrating on his man. He had beaten Edge to the mat once more, and now had his back to his opponent. He was working the crowd into a blood thirsty frenzy. Edge, spurred on by the noise, crept to his feet. He smashed his fist into Snitsky's kidney region, and the big man was hurting. Edge took control of the match from there on in and beat Snitsky to a bloody pulp. The bearded monster was now getting desperate. He was fighting a losing fight and desperate times called for desperate measures. He climbed to his knees, enough to break the ref's count. Edge came over and began to pick him up. He was now in the same position as he was with Jericho. Snitsky saw his opportunity and stuck with the fist to his opponents groin. Edge flopped around on the mat, screaming in agony. Snitsky climbed to his feet and the ref came up to his face. He started yelling something at him but Snitsky wasn't listening. The ref went and checked on Edge, and started the match again. Snitsky came down on Edge hard, sledging the crap out of his opponents face. Snitsky continued his barrage for a few minutes and the crowd went absolutely crazy every time Edge stumbled to his feet. Snitsky was getting more and more frustrated by the minute, seeing that he couldn't put his opponent away.

Adam had lost a lot of blood. He could barely see straight, but he knew that it was now or never. He wasn't going to get a third chance. When he climbed to his feet once again, the noise the crowd made almost knocked him back off his feet again. Snitsky, his face redder than ever, let out a yell of frustration, spit flying everywhere. Snitsky came at Edge, striding towards the bloodied fighter. Edge saw his opportunity there and then. He leaped out of the standing postion and spear tackled Snitsky onto the mat. Now it was Edge's turn to have a beat down on his opponent. The crowd was practically yelling his name as Edge came in with his fists. Snitsky grabbed Adam's hair and opened his mouth to try and bite at his face, but Edge scouted that illegal move and punched Snitsky in the mouth. His knuckles were split open, but he managed to knock a few teeth out. Edge got off Snitsky, who was now squirming on the floor, clutching his bloody mouth. Edge came in with his boot to his opponents face and Snitsky lay motionless. The ref got to ten and the crowd went nuts.

John was riding in his car, heater on full blast. He drove out to his club. John needed some time to think things over. Everything had been moving so fast lately, that he rarely had anytime to himself. When he got there, he hurried into the club, not willing to spend much time in the biting cold. He was greeted by the warmth of a packed club. John took off his coat and made his way to his office. When he got there, he saw someone making themselves way too comfortable in his chair.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're…" John started, but didn't get to finish as his voice startled the person in his chair and he swung around to face John.

"Oh Shawn. I didn't know it was you."

"It's alright man. I was just chilling in your office for a while. It's way too crowded out there."

"Yeah, right. I know what you mean. Hey listen, you think I could get some alone time here. I need to think." John said.

Shawn reluctantly got out of John's chair.

"Thanks man." John said as he settled himself behind his desk.

As Shawn was walking out he muttered to himself, "One day John. You just wait. One day, this will all be mine."

Edge had managed to get himself cleaned up and patched up by the referee. The ref wouldn't let him go home. He insisted that he needed to be treated now so Adam let him sew him up. He got out of the chair and thanked the ref. The crowd went crazy again and Edge wondered what they were screaming about. He looked up at the screen and saw the draw for the semifinal.

John Cena vs. Dave Batista

Chris Jericho vs. Edge

"Shit!" Edge said to himself. "Now we got areal problem."

(A/N) Some interesting twists have unfolded in this chapter. Should leave you guys thinking for a while. Anyway sorry once again for not putting Christy in. Havn't been myself lately. Mind is not ticking properly, as you can probably see from the qualityof the chapter. I promise she will make a real appearance very next chapter. Promise!