"I'm never getting her back am I?" Shane asked. Evan shook his head slowly.

"I seriously doubt it." He said. Shane sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"I know. I'm not dumb, you know that, right Evan? I'm a smart man. Last night I was thinking. I was thinking about everything. The past had Modesty in it, the present does, but not by her choice, and you know what? The future is Modesty free. I had her and fucked up big time. It's over, done with, gone. You know what's even weirder? I accept it. I'm over here."

"Are you really Shane? Or are you just saying it?"

"Well I love her if that's what you're asking. I always did and I always will. But I messed up; I'm man enough to admit it. I screwed up and I have to live with the consequences."

"If you mean that, like sincerely, then great Shane. I'm happy for you."

"Thank you Evan."

"Anytime man."

"No seriously, thank you for sitting here for," Shane looked at his watch. "Three hours listening to me babble on and on and letting me get all my thoughts straight and offering advice when I needed it."

"No problem Shane, after all, what are friends for? Now come on, we got a match next." Evan said and stood up. Shane got up and walked out the door after Evan.

~~~~~

"Ruined. Ruined. Ruined." Modesty said and as walked around her North Carolina house. She took the picture of her and Damian off her entertainment center and dropped it. She watched as the glass hit the floor and shattered into a million pieces. She smiled then frowned when she realized she would have to clean it up later.

Modesty sighed and started picking up the glass. She smiled when she was done. She had only accidentally cut herself twice; no one had to know about the long cut on her upper thigh. She took the picture, along with all the other pictures of Damian and anything that had to with him, outside. She dropped it all in her back yard. Modesty took a match out of her pocket and dropped it. She watched as all her Damian stuff caught on fire.

"Good bye." She said lowly and slowly walked back into her house, never looking back.

~~~~~

Shane walked down the arena hallway and checked his voice messages on his cell phone. There was forty three from Modesty. Shane sighed and walked in to his locker room.

"She calling again?" Shannon asked. Shane sat down.

"Forty three times man." He answered.

"That's scary." Evan said.

"No shit!" Shane snapped and flung his phone on the couch.

"It's kind of funny ya know? I mean almost six months ago it was YOU how was obsessed with her. It was YOU almost stalking her and now the tables are turned." Shannon said. Shane glared at him.

"Oh ha ha how fucking funny!" Shane snapped.

"Well not really but you know what I mean right?" Shannon tried to explain. Shane's cell rang.

"Don't answer it!" Shane said quickly. Evan leaned over and read the caller I.D.

"Modesty." He whispered. Shane pulled his long brown hair.

"She's never going to stop!"

"Dude answer it. Tell her psycho ass to stop calling. Tell her to leave you alone. You fucked up. It's over, just like she said."

"Shannon that won't work! I'm just going to ignore her."

"Whatever you think Shane. Whatever you think."

~~~~~~~

"Modesty are you ok?" Stephanie asked. Modesty turned around and started at Stephanie.

"No." She said lowly and shook her head slowly.

"What happened? What's going on? For the past six months you've been weird Modesty. You've had this vacant look in your eyes and walk around like you don't know what you're doing. Last night you blotched a match with Trish and last week you had a careless match with Ivory. You're my best friend and everything but if you keep messing up then you need some time off or we have to let you go."

"Ok Stephanie."

"Ok what? You have a serious problem forming sentences!"

"Sorry Stephanie."

"Stop talking like that! You sound like a little psychopathic girl! It's freaky."

"Do I?"

"I wouldn't of said it if you didn't."

"I love Shane." She said quietly and walked away. Stephanie stared at her dumbfounded.

~~~~~~~

Modesty pinned Jackie and got the win. She stood up and got the mic from Lillian Garcia.

"Shane," She said, her voice breaking. "You haven't answered my calls. See this?" She pointed to her chest. "My heart? You broke it. You tore it into a million pieces then danced on it. A few years later we meet again and you did the same exact thing. You ruined my relationship with Damian, with you, and with me. Then I'm willing to take you back and you don't answer my calls? Why? But that's fine. Really, it is." She got up.

"You see they say the mind is designed to twist and turn with the curveballs life throws us. But what happens when the mind twists too far and it breaks? Does the person crawl into a hole like a rat and die? Does the person swallow too many pills and die?" Modesty held up a bottle of Advil. "Or does this person seek revenge and doesn't stop until they get what they desire? And what does this person desire? Word of advice Shane, watch your back. I hope your little boy band is also a protection agency." She said and walked up the ramp. The crowd was silent for once in WWF history.

~~~~

"Fuck." Shane whispered. It was the only noise in the whole WCW locker room.