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Edge was bleeding and his eyes were kinda glazed over.

Edge winced, his head throbbing. "I-Ice!" He managed to growl.

Eliza once again allowed for Piotr to wrap his arm around her shoulder without relenting in the slightest. His arm bore a comforting weight and she was rather content being held under his wing, so to speak. "We talk so much last night. What else is there to be adressed?" Eliza asked curiously.

Tamera stood backstage, well actually sat, in the training room which she had adopted almost as her own locker room. The monitor was on and she had just witnessed whtat the nWo had done to Edge and Randy. Now she wanted to go to them and tend to their injuries like she should but Edge's harrowing rejection of her, even though it was unspoken, kept her in the locker room. Suddenly she was jumpy with a need to talk to someone so she pulled out her cellphone and called Kurast.

Kurast answered his phone. "Hey whassup unknown number."

Edge touched it to his head immediately.

"We're gonna kick the s**t out of some newbs!" Edge said angrily through the pain.

Eliza frowned. That was her first reaction to Piotr's story. It seemed questionable but Eliza would not jump to conclusions since that was not her way. "I dont know about being bought since that is not what we are about but...if it is only to act as security and not to do 'his sirty work' then I suppose it could be okay. What is this man like?"

Tamera stood up as soon as Kurast's voice answered the phone. "Kurast, it's Tamera...you said I could call if I needed someone to talk to and I need someone to talk to." The tone of her voice was frantic.

"He is richer then any other man I know of. And he is intelligent. Well-spoken. He simply wants to showcase the best people possible. So we would fight for him and be his personal security, destroying any and all attackers he throws at us. In exchange...we would have more teammates. And he would fund for us to destroy the tag champions and the little whore that is Tamera. But we will decide as a team." Piotr smiled. "And, speaking of a team...I have heard that the general manager has placed you with a match soon. Know that at least Dmitri and I will wait in the front row....for moral support, if you need it."