Chapter 8 Locker room out of control.

With new pants and proper clothing, the four men went out into the arena only to find out they were not the only ones noticing the transformations. The locker room suddenly swarmed with ravens! Only they gathered in one area and Paige emerged from the flock. She turned and smiled. "I could get use to this."

"I wouldn't sorceress," said Sheamus, but he didn't sound like Sheamus. Not to mention, he began to stare at Kane oddly. "In fact, it is my pledge to slay demons where they stand!"

"Sheamus, quite staring at me like that. I am not a demon!" Kane snapped back.

But his sword was drawn, he aimed it at Kane and smiled. "It has been many yars since I have slayed a worthy adversary. You just maybe the prize I have sought all these years!"

"Bro, calm down. Quit letting that other Sheamus take control of you!" said Roman.

"Aye, that Sheamus isn't worth listening to. He lost his warrior spirit, quite frankly. I think I will do better in this world than my own!"

His sword raised over his head with intent on bringing it down. Yet an unlikely ally stopped the sword from coming down. With his bare hands, Brock Lesnar held onto the blade and easily tore it out of the hands of the strange Sheamus. He snapped it in two over his knee before making a fake lunge at the Irish man forcing him to retreat. "This isn't over!"

Sheamus ran off, Brock then turned to the three. "Something is going on and I need to know what."

"Brock, how did you stop a sword like that? Aren't you hurt?"

Brock showed his hand, the skin was cut, yet under the flesh were metal circuits. "This is nothing, earlier today I was some sort of demon looking for a fight. The ground smoked when I walked on it…" suddenly he paused and stared at Kane oddly. "Are you wearing my pants?" Brock said as he pointed to Kane.

"They were the only thing I could find that fits. It's that or you see me naked."

"Never mind. So, what's going on? Why is this happening? How did Sheamus get a sword?"

"That is a brief story and I only have bits of it. Stephanie and Hunter used Bray Wyatt to create a dark lantern that opens into other worlds. Our parallels have been brought into our world, but two cannot exist in physical form at the same time. So they latch themselves on to their equals. You apparently have a cyborg version of yourself in another world." Said Kane.

Brock nodded. "So, how does this end?"

"One of a few possibilities, we get the lantern, and send our opposites back to their worlds where they belong. If not, then more of them will come and shred reality a new one and probably kill us all."

"You are just a ray of sunshine aren't you Kane?" said Daniel Bryan. "Well, I think the more we have helping us the quicker we can solve this. You in Lesnar?"

Brock stared at the three men, but he gave a nod. "Yeah, I'm in. But I think I we all know someone who may be of bigger help."

"If you say Paul Hayman I swear…" mutter Reigns.

Brock only smiled. "This is beyond even him, let's go."