Author's Notes: I don't know if anyone else noticed this, but, in the middle of Stephanie-Zach-Vince storyline on SmackDown, Sable is announced as Stephanie's assistant and then, two weeks or so later, she really isn't Stephanie's assistant anymore. This is my version of why. (Note the mischievous grin on the author's face.)

Chapter XXI: High Stakes and Low Snakes

A dull, quiet mood had settled over the two women as they stayed out of each other's way in Stephanie's Connecticut home. Both of them were exhausted from their charade but both had more work to do than was feasible in this weekend reprieve from traveling and hotel rooms. Without having to hide from others, Therese made liberal use of the fax and Internet. Eventually, the GM gathered up her papers and laptop and settled at the breakfast table to get away from the other woman's intrusions into her office.

Monday morning, Therese returned with the mail, flipping through the envelopes for no good reason and walking up the long drive. She stopped for a moment on one that was postmarked from San Antonio with no return address. Placing that envelope on top, she set the pile down in front of Stephanie as the brunette settled at the table for breakfast. "I'm taking a dip in the pool, if you need me," Therese told her, tossing a strawberry in her mouth from the fruit plate on the table.

Stephanie acknowledged her and reached for the mail, fanning it out before her. She made quick work of the junkmail and entered the wedding invitation into her calendar. Finally she picked up the envelope from Texas to open it. The spoon dropped from her hand…it was another letter from the stalker and, this time, Shawn Michaels was being dragged into the picture. Stephanie grabbed her cellphone and sprinted for the pool. She burst into the door and startled Therese, who was leisurely floating in the middle of the water and daydreaming of Kevin Nash. Therese accidentally gulped down a mouthful of water and came up sputtering. Exactly why I swim alone, she thought as she blew water from her nose.

Stephanie stood at the edge of the pool, holding out the letter and flipping through her call list. "It's another one! I have to call Shawn this time! He has to know!"

"Calm down!" Therese yelled at her, swimming to the edge where Stephanie stood. When she put the phone up to her ear, Therese splashed water in her face. Startled, the brunette ended the call before it went through. The agent pulled herself up out of the pool and grabbed a nearby towel. "Hold the letter up so I can read it while I dry off."

Stephanie obeyed but continued to talk. "I know he's gonna hurt Shawn. I have to warn him. I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to him because of me. I just, I just…I have to tell him that—"

"Shut up!" Therese yelled and snatched the letter from her hand now that her hands and arms were dry. It was the same crisp, white paper with the large WWE logo in the corner. She had skimmed most of the contents during Stephanie's anxiety attack. "Shawn is going to be fine. This idiot's not worried about him. He thinks he's better for you than Shawn and is trying to dissuade you from going out with him. No one has to be concerned about this just yet. Well, we do, but that's it. When he writes that he won't share you with Shawn, now that's when you have to get worried."

"Are you sure? I think he needs to know," Stephanie panted.

"I'll make you a deal. We're going to be in New York tomorrow. I'll get us in to see Aaron Pendleton as soon as we get there. If Aaron thinks Shawn should know, then we can tell him. Otherwise, this is still between us. Okay?"

Stephanie stuck her thumbnail between her teeth and began to chew as she mulled over the proposition. "Yeah," she finally replied.

"Now," Therese began and put her hands on either of Stephanie's shoulders, "did you finish your breakfast?"

"No."

"Then, you need to go eat," the blonde replied, trying to calm her further.

"I don't think I can," the other woman sighed.

"At least get some crackers to settle your stomach. You can't not eat."

Stephanie nodded, her blue eyes as distant as the ocean horizon. She turned to go but immediately spun back around on her heel, the distance in her eyes gone. "Don't ever yell at me again."

Therese was taken aback at the scolding. She shot back with the first thing that came to mind. "Don't ever wig out on me again."

"I don't care what I do. I do not employ people who yell at me."

"Then you need to fire half of your wrestlers."

"I do not employ people that I can control who yell at me," the brunette angrily replied with the qualifier.

Therese bit back the comment that was on the tip of her tongue. She quietly spoke, enunciating each word carefully, "Remember, if you fire me, there's a stalker waiting around the corner who won't take as kindly to your words." She wrapped the towel around her and stomped out of the room to leave a stunned Stephanie staring after the watery footprints.

The GM didn't know what had come over her. She was used to being in control of everything about her life, but now a security agent that she couldn't get along with controlled her life. An unnamed stalker controlled her life. It was as if she had to lash out at someone in some way to gain some sort of control. There were some days that she thought the two were making headway in being civil to each other but then something like this happens and they can't stand to be in each other's presence. She was not going to stoop so low as to apologize. She assumed that it wouldn't matter because, any day now, the job would be over and she would never have to see Therese ever again. A shame, I really liked Evan, she thought as she headed back to the kitchen.

Therese flitted in and out of the den that evening during RAW, which was taking place at Madison Square Garden, while Stephanie was set up on the couch to analyze the show. The blonde rolled her eyes in disgust as she watched Test level the poor Mae Young. The man seemed to have no care for the feminine half of his species. Kevin Nash and Shawn Michaels were set to take on Ric Flair and Randy Orton in a tag-team match. The two women called a truce to watch the match together on the couch. They high-fived each other as HBK laid out Flair with Sweet Chin Music and pulled out a win. Now that the moment was other, both sidled away from each other and back into her own business.

Tuesday morning, the two women sat down together to run over the week's schedule. They were to meet with Shawn and Kevin for dinner Wednesday night and Thursday night was obviously the big match with Sable and Therese, also at Madison Square Garden. The men had decided to stick around in New York so that they could all celebrate Therese's win together that night.

The afternoon's meeting with Aaron was over with quickly. He was very adamant about Shawn knowing nothing. Stephanie chewed her thumbnail again but agreed. The two ladies stopped off at Therese's apartment so that she could switch out her wardrobe and a few other things for the road.

Stephanie walked around the quaint place, saying very little as she peered into the numerous photographs of her family that dotted the walls, furniture, and refrigerator door. Finally, she announced, "I really like your place. Maybe we should stay here instead of the hotel."

Therese came around the corner from her bedroom. "I've thought of it but I think we're safer at the hotel. That lock on my door won't hold someone who really wants to get through. Besides, the hotel has a policeman on duty all the time and Kevin and Shawn will be expecting to pick us up at the hotel."

"Yeah, you're right," she sighed. Stephanie loved how homey the place was. She had few pictures of her family up. Most of her pictures were famous paintings that an interior decorator had chosen. Therese's place felt lived in while her home was a museum to stop in at every once and while. "You about ready?" she asked as Therese disappeared back into her room. She followed the blonde in, who had her half-packed suitcase out on the bed. "You should wear a dress on our date tomorrow," Stephanie commented and perused the other woman's closet.

"Which one? The blue one Kevin's already seen or the black one he's already seen?" she responded sarcastically.

"That's the only two you own?"

"Yeah," Therese replied, with a roll of her eyes. "Okay? Just let it go."

"But you have several pairs of high heels…" Stephanie started.

"They're to go with the suits that Evan made me buy when I took your case."

"Why don't you wear them?"

"I tried and I found out that I can't run in them as well as I thought I could."

"You just have to get use to them," Stephanie replied and pulled out a pink blouse from the closet. "You actually own something pink? If you wore this, hell would freeze over."

Therese jerked it out of her hands and threw it in the suitcase. Even though she had purchased some clothes that were similar to Stephanie's, she never worked up the nerve to wear the colors or styles. Besides her favorite color of black to wear, she still stuck with blues, grays, and browns. "Please get out of my closet."

"Fine, be frumpy."

"I am not frumpy," she replied and pushed the brunette out of her room.

Dinner was the usual with the gentlemen, except they all found it weird to not have Evan there chattering away. Somehow, they found conversation and the evening went smoothly although Therese and Stephanie would loved to have taken each other on in a no DQ match.

As Kevin bid Therese goodnight, he asked, "Are you and Steph okay? Did y'all fight?"

"Yeah, it was over something stupid," she said, dismissing the tension between the two. "I think we're starting to grate on each other's nerves since we've been together 24/7 for over a month."

"You need to come back to Atlanta with me for the weekend and take a break from her," he suggestively replied, wrapping an arm around her.

"I wish I could, but, we got so far behind staying in San Antonio all week, that it's impossible for me to take the weekend off. I'll see you tomorrow night, okay?"

"Yeah," he quietly replied and leaned in for a slow kiss that sent shivers down her spine. If his hand wasn't supporting her back, she knew she would have fallen backward from the way he was making her weak in the knees.

Thursday morning came and Therese was still thinking about the kiss. They had to be at the arena early, so she knocked on Stephanie's half open door to make sure she was awake. The brunette jerked awake, wide-eyed. "You're supposed to be up by now. Remember what today is?"

"Yes," she yelled at her. "Now go away so I can get ready." Therese was a little surprised at Stephanie's unusual morning demeanor. It was a shame she was going to let Stephanie in on a practical joke that she had planned for Kevin and Shawn that night. She really wanted to leave her out in the dark but her cooperation was severely needed.

Stephanie hadn't meant to yell at her but she was highly pissed off at being wakened in the middle of her dream. She and Shawn were lying on a beach of soft sand, the ocean's waves tickling their feet. The sun lightly warmed their naked bodies as Shawn caressed her bare skin. The mouths met in a deep kiss and his hand trailed its way across her stomach and down to the center of her thighs and then…Therese had barged in. Stephanie couldn't get the dream out of her head as she readied for the day.

Therese stretched on the apron while Stephanie was spread out with her work on the front row. After warming-up, the blonde dashed across the ring, bouncing off the ropes, and then turned several handsprings to test the mat's elasticity. She stood in the center and stared around her at the empty arena. This was Madison Square Garden and she couldn't believe that she was participating in match here when so many other people deserved it far more than she.

Not knowing what else to do, Therese began running drills that she had seen Shawn and Kevin practice. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed John Cena approaching Stephanie. The blonde slowed down to watch but, after a moment with the GM, Cena climbed in the ring. With a cute rhyme, he offered to give her tips for the night. Therese glanced over at Stephanie, who nodded to let her know that it was okay.

"Yeah, why not? You wouldn't mind teaching me how to bitchslap like you do?" He turned just a little red at the comment. "The way you smacked Jericho that night—wow! That boy was lying on the ground…I'm gonna stop babbling now. So, teach away."

"I noticed a couple of things you were doing wrong…" he started. She listened to his explanation with raised eyebrows but allowed him to correct her moves and show her a few more.

"Therese! Therese!" Stephanie called to get the attention of the woman that Cena held up on the top turnbuckle. "I've got to go back to the office…if you're coming."

"Yeah," Therese called and slipped down from the ropes with John's help. With Stephanie out of earshot, she asked, "Why'd you decide to help me?"

"I can see how important you are to Stephanie and how much somebody needs to take out that slut. Steph has enough trouble without Sable causing more. I don't want her to have to put up with that woman as an assistant anymore."

For a moment, Therese took pleasure in thinking that someone around there might have cared about her but it was all still about Stephanie. She tried not to show her disappointment to Cena as she thanked him and followed the GM back to the office.

After a few phone calls and a fax or two, Stephanie made her first preliminary round for the show. Therese slipped back into her shoulder holster and concealed it under the jacket of her jogging suit. They passed Torrie Wilson in the hall and Stephanie turned to Therese. "I didn't think about it until now, but I suppose you want an outfit for the match? I'm sure wardrobe could pull something out in time."

"I'm not some woman that you can parade around in her underwear. This is good enough," she hastily replied, picking at her track pants.

"Fine, I was trying to be nice since this is a televised match." Therese didn't bother with a reply.

Shortly back in the office, Stephanie plopped down at her desk with a sigh. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.

"We ahead of schedule?" Therese asked and the GM nodded in reply. "I've got an idea for tonight. Wanna play a practical joke on Kevin and Shawn?" Stephanie's eyes shot open in interest. Therese pulled a deck of cards out of her bag and tossed them down on the desk. "This evening, you learn to play poker."

"What does this have—"

"They think that I can't…" Therese began to detail her plan. Stephanie mischievously grinned and agreed.

Sable and Therese were the third match of the night. Stephanie tried to argue her way into accompanying the short-term wrestler but was talked out of it. She was to stay in her office with a security guard nearby, the safest place for her in the arena. The brunette squeezed the other woman's arm in reassurance before she slipped out the door. She realized that she shouldn't have been so mean to Therese over the past few days since it was all on her shoulders to dispatch Sable from her assistant position. Therese was doing her a favor and she didn't show her any gratitude. Feeling a bit of remorse, she justified her actions by assuring herself that Therese had no other option or she would be fired.

Therese made her way to the ring first, coming out to Stephanie's music. No one bothered to put together a video package for her and she preferred it that way. Hopefully, everyone would forget that this ever happened. Sable soon made her entrance to the delight of the men in the arena. Therese stood to the side while the bimbo posed. When the bell rang, the two blondes circled each other. Therese held up her hand and Sable took it. The agent had to stop her almost involuntary reaction of catching Sable's leg before it hit her midriff. She dropped to one of her knees a little winded. It was exactly what she was expecting. The point was to let Sable think that she had the upper hand and then promptly beat her senseless.

Sable twisted around and flipped Therese over her shoulder, slamming the woman on her back. Stephanie knew the plan but paced her office, her thumbnail in her mouth again. Therese pulled herself up on the turnbuckle and Sable assaulted her with several chest slaps. She didn't realize how much they stung. With Therese caught a little off guard, Sable lashed out with her fist. The other woman realized too late and started to move but the punch caught her on the cheekbone. That's enough, Therese thought and put a hand over the aching muscle.

The taller blonde kicked the other's shin. When Sable bent over in pain, Therese dropped an elbow into the center of her back before wrapping her arms around the hurting woman and executing a side suplex. That was to prove to Kevin that she had been paying attention to his advice. She picked up the woman and slung her into the ropes and clotheslined her. Looking at the woman who was heaving from lack of oxygen, Therese wondered how much longer she should continue. She set Sable up in the corner and raised her hand to deliver a slap. Her arm dropped as she saw Vince McMahon stride down the ramp. She turned back around and slapped the taste out Sable's mouth.

In that one moment, Therese lost sight of Vince until she noticed his leering face from where she was sprawled out on the mat from him having grabbed her ankle and tripped her up. Sable pounced on her but Therese was able to throw her off. McMahon had since done the same to the referee as he had done to Therese. Therese kicked Sable in the stomach to stop that assault but was instead attacked with a chair from the chairman of WWE. She fell to her knees and Vince raised the chair again. She tried to scramble out of the way, but the pain was almost unbearable. She couldn't believe how bad a chairshot hurt, but she was barely able to slip away as John Cena slid into the ring with a chair of his own. McMahon ducked his swing and crawled out as Cena followed him.

Therese knew she shouldn't have been surprised over all that had happened but was still a little in shock. She glanced at Sable and then at the unconscious ref. She picked up the steel chair just in time to step out of the other woman's path as she tried to attack her. Therese hefted the heavy steel up and then swung at Sable. As the chair met the resistance of a body, Therese satisfactorily sighed before tossing the chair aside. She roused the ref and waited for Sable to stand to show her gratitude to Cena. When the blonde did, Therese dashed across the ring and speared Sable flat on her back. The ref counted slowly, but it didn't matter, the woman was out. Therese reveled in the moment and allowed the ref to raise her hand while the announcer declared her as the winner and continued assistant to the GM. The celebration had to be cut short so that she could return as quickly to Stephanie as possible and avoid another altercation with Vince McMahon.

Therese had just come and gone when her cell phone rang. Stephanie let it go into voicemail but the caller tried again. This time, she picked it up, thinking it might be Kevin.

"Blair, what the hell did you think you were doing? You could have seriously—"

"Excuse me," Stephanie interrupted and cleared her throat. "This is Stephanie McMahon. May I help you?"

"Is Miss Blair there?" the unfamiliar male voice asked.

"She is not currently available. Would you like an explanation for this match or would you like to continue yelling expletives at me?"

"Yes, ma'am. I mean, yes, I would like an explanation. This is Aaron Pendleton. I apologize for my, um, words. I didn't know that you had answered."

"Thank you," she replied as thick as syrup and gave the man the barest essentials of what he needed to know. "Now, you have just learned of this match after the fact. That concerns me somewhat of the quality of your firm regarding my security. If you had known beforehand and approved, you wouldn't be calling my assistant to tell her otherwise. Tell me, should I be worried?"

"No, please don't worry about it," he pleaded. "I personally do not monitor the show and happened to see the match. I will speak to my assistant to find out why this escaped our attention."

"I truly appreciate that. Have a good evening," she stated before hanging up on his reply. She set the phone down as a knock sounded at the door. "Who is it?" she called.

"Zach Gowen."

The GM rose to let the young man. Vince had sent word that he would be calling her and Zach out to the ring and that they needed to be ready because "he didn't have time for their silly-ass games."

Therese returned not long after, dressed in a suit and the scent of shampoo following her. Stephanie gave her the run-down of the call from Pendleton. She could see the anger behind Therese's eyes as she shifted the icepack on her cheek. The GM turned her attention back to Zach about what her father could have up his sleeve. Before they knew it, McMahon was calling out to them on the monitor. The trio scurried out of the office and split ways at the ramp. The brunette squeezed Zach's arm and tossed her hair back before leading the way to the black curtain.

Stephanie was in GM mode, coolly and confidently striding to the ring. After what she flung at her father last week, there wasn't much that could be said that would be worse. McMahon first started on admitting that he used her to close business deals but that it didn't matter what she did because she was still 'daddy's girl.' Whatever, she thought, if I was daddy's girl you wouldn't have abused me then and you definitely wouldn't be doing it now. She fought down the anger and continued to listen with an impassive face as he stated that he felt like he stole her innocence and 'deflowered' her. Forcing down the disgusting thought of him 'deflowering' her, she wanted to believe his words but knew it was a line for which she couldn't fall.

Vince then turned to lay it on thick to Gowen, saying he wanted to be like Zach who had looked death in the face and beat it. He stated that he admired the young man and then offered an apology. Stephanie could see right through it. He only apologized so that he could then manipulate Zach into whatever crooked idea he came up with next. The boy was smart enough to refuse, telling McMahon that he couldn't intimidate him. Since Vince was offering apologies, he could also offer him a contract. Stephanie smiled to herself. Good boy, she thought, harkening back to their conversation in her office.

To both people's surprise, McMahon offered Zach a contract if…he joined the "Vince McMahon Kiss My Ass" Club. The older man wasted no time in dropping his pants. Gowen's face was turning green at the idea. Then the idea hit Stephanie. She walked over to the teenager and whispered something into his ear. He smiled in return and began to bend over. The crowd gasped in surprise at the thought of the boy kissing that pasty flesh. Then, in an instant, Zach nailed McMahon with a lowbow. He and Stephanie quickly slipped out of the ring and celebrated on the outside. Massaging her back that was growing quickly sore, Therese shook her head and took up her usual post behind Stephanie.

The security agent said nothing upon their return to the office. Offering advice about SmackDown! was not in her job description, but she wanted to tell Stephanie that nailing her father in the balls was definitely not going to fix their already strained relationship. She turned to finding another pain reliever for her aching body while Zach and the GM congratulated each other, reliving their triumphant moment. The teen excused himself for the evening and Stephanie saw him out.

"Stephanie, can I ask you something personal?"

"Depends," she replied with a halfsmile, coming across the room to sit on the couch beside Therese.

"I wanted to ask you about this last week but just haven't gotten that far. Um, do you need to talk sometime about what you had to go through when you were a teenager—"

"It's okay," Stephanie tried to hold back the edge in her voice. Everyone had asked her if she needed to talk, something she was tired of doing. She just wanted to put behind her what she had blurted out on television. It had felt good to yell at her father about it and maybe that was the closure she needed. Talking about those men's slimy hands and flabby bodyparts would only make it worse instead of helping it. Therese probably felt that she had to ask the question also, like everyone else. Just a formality. What kind of person would they be if they didn't ask? "I appreciate your concern, but I'm fine. I've talked too long about it to everyone but my father," she calmly replied and rose from the couch, wanting to add that Therese could feel that her duty had been fulfilled.

When Stephanie returned to her desk, Therese tossed the deck of cards at her and she caught them in mid-air. "Tell me, what's a flush?"

"All of the same suit," Stephanie sighed with exasperation. "I know what's the hands are."

"Yeah, I know that but are they supposed to know that?"

Stephanie couldn't suppress the giggle. "This is so mean. I can't believe we're doing this."

"I know, but can you give me a really good reason why we shouldn't?" Therese smugly replied.

"None that I can think of. What to play some more?"

The women plotted while the cards slid across the table. When the main-event began, Stephanie folded and turned her attention to the monitor. The match was Kurt Angle, Brock Lesnar, and Mr. America vs. Shelton Benjamin, Charlie Haas, and the Big Show. Angle, Lesnar, and Hogan seemed to have control of the match when Vince McMahon came rampaging out of the back, throwing a hurting Zach Gowen out on the ramp and kicking the hell out of him. It was enough of a distraction for the Big Show to put the chokeslam on Mr. America and get the three count.

Stephanie was out the door before Therese could stop her. The blonde sprinted after her and grabbed her by the arm. Stephanie jerked around and spat out, "Just do your job and let me do mine." Therese dropped her arm and jogged behind her to the ring entrance. She peeked out from behind the black curtain to watch the drama unfold.

Vince was still mercilessly beating Zach near the top of the ramp and Stephanie stormed out of the back to stop the stupid spectacle. She lay across the young man's body, forcing her father to quit. He signaled for a mic and then offered the prostrate Zach a chance for a contract. A surprised Stephanie pulled herself up from where she lay and listened intently as McMahon set up the stipulations—win one match and with a partner at that. The partner was Stephanie herself. She was already getting a sick feeling in her stomach, afraid to hear the rest. Their opponent was to be none other than the Big Show. She swallowed hard to fight back her rage. Don't think about, don't think about it, became her mantra as she promised to call Zach later on in the week to talk about the match and then indicated to Therese that they were leaving.

This is exactly what you get when stick your nose where it doesn't belong, the blonde thought and gathered her things together in the office. Stephanie was outwardly calm over the circumstances. She attempted to explain everything to Shawn over the phone as she arranged papers in her briefcase. "I have full confidence in Zach. Between the two of us, it'll be easy. It's the Big Show. He has zip wrestling talent. I'll be fine." Stephanie turned to Therese and held the phone out to her. "Shawn wants to talk to you."

"Yeah?" Therese asked, answering the phone.

"You have to talk her out of this."

"Shawn, hon, we'll be back at the hotel in less than five minutes and I've got a week. Quit worrying," she replied and then added in a syrupy tone, "By the way, thank you for the congratulations. I agree that I did a good job."

"Sorry," Shawn apologized. "I knew you'd do fine. You should have seen Kevin sitting in front of the TV. I haven't seen him that nervous in ages."

"Yeah, tell him I said 'thanks' too."

"He didn't want to bother you since you're at work and all, in case you were doing official 'Stephanie stuff.' Here he is." Stephanie blatantly tapped her foot impatiently.

"Shawn, it's okay. We'll be there—" Therese started but it was useless.

"Therese, good job," Kevin said.

"Thanks, babe. Do you mind if we don't go out tonight? My back is killing me from that chairshot."

"Yeah, we'll see you in a few minutes," he said before hanging up. Therese handed the phone back to Stephanie. "I got your message," she dryly stated.

Stephanie smiled at her. "There are some guys waiting on us that we might not be able to see again for a couple of weeks."

Therese laughed in reply, "Let's go."

The parking lot was not deserted but it was clear. The driver to the limo noticed them and climbed out of the car. At that time, Therese caught sight of John Cena coming into the lot from another door and called his name. "I have to talk to John. Wanna come?" Stephanie shrugged and she and Therese met Cena halfway. "Thanks, man," Therese said, holding out her fist.

Cena rapped his knuckles on hers and replied, "No problem. Good job. Ever thought of becoming a wrestler?"

She laughed. "No, I have enough excitement keeping up with her," she responded and hooked her thumb towards Stephanie.

"John," Stephanie spoke up, "thanks for helping out. I don't know how I'll ever repay you for helping us get rid of Sable."

"I was thinking of a dinner," he replied.

"A meal wouldn't be enough," Stephanie sweetly responded and put a hand on his arm. "I'll see about getting you a bonus."

"Steph—" Therese started but immediately shut up when the brunette discreetly pinched her in the side.

"Have a good night," she said and hooked arms with Therese to drag her back to the waiting limo.

"Are you so dense that you didn't know he was asking you out on a date?"

"Yeah, I got that. I didn't want to flatly turn him down but I didn't want to accept either. How am I supposed to explain to Shawn that I went out with Mr. Thuganomics?" she said with a roll of her eyes. "Speaking of delicious men, we have to get back."

Therese just shook her head and followed her into the limo.

TBC…

Author's Notes: This is inordinately late because I spent way too long looking for my tapes that have this episode of SmackDown! and the one for the next chapter on them. I am very perturbed that they have vanished like my black socks in the dryer. (If the underpants gnomes are listening, do you have my tapes?) After I couldn't find the tapes, I had to write the sections of the show from scant summaries that I could find. It's not pretty and if I have something wrong, please let me know (nicely). Thanks for putting up with me and my mess!