"I can't believe I got you all fired." Triple H sighed in the
cafeteria.
"Yea, well we'd better grab food and scat." Steph replied.
"Can somebody help me out with Chris?" RVD called.
"Sure, I got ya." HBK ran over and helped Rob prop him up. They left and went back to the hotel. Dan was kind enough to come over and check up on Chris.
"So he just passed out?" Dan asked.
"Yea, but I think he's just asleep now." Rock replied.
"Go ahead and wake him if you need to." Kurt agreed. Dan put the thermometer in Chris's mouth and that woke him.
"It's ok Chris, you're gonna be fine." Booker T forced a smile. Chris was too weak and tired to complain, his fever drained him of his energy. He just struggled to keep his eyes open but they fluttered and he still struggled to breathe.
"Well, his fever has risen." Dan sighed. "And it still sounds like he's got a lot of stuff going on in his chest." Dan turned to Chris. "Here say ah." Chris opened his mouth and Dan examined him and spoke up to talk to everyone. "From what it looks like, it started out as just a little flu and cold but now it looks to be getting to ammonia." Chris coughed hard and Dan felt under his neck. "I'm afraid it's becoming more serious."
"Is there anything we can do?" Triple H asked.
"Get him to a doctor." Dan stood up.
"But we don't have the money." Triple H admitted.
"Then I'm afraid all you can do is hope and pray that Chris pulls off a miracle and recovers by himself." Dan cleaned up and left.
"He's done it before Hunter, he can do it again." Stephanie assured, but Trips still was feeling guilty about Chris, he felt it was all his fault. Later that night, Vince arrived.
"Money, money, I love money." He sang to himself as he went to his room. He put in the card key but the door didn't open. He tried again but to no prevail. "Oh these stupid things, I swear I'll sue whoever makes these doors!" Finally he got in and lay down on his bed. "Oh what a rough night, dam that Chris and Triple H!"
"Vince." A voice was heard and Vince looked up, feeling very sleepy. "Vince?"
"Who is it?" Vince asked, yawning and getting more tired. The door opened and a bright light made Vince squint as the trainer Dan walked in. "Dan, is that you?"
"No, it's the boogie man." Dan growled. "Listen Vince, you really need to change your ways. If you don't, you'll go to hell."
"Oh that's just a bunch of baloney." Vince laughed.
"Vince!" Dan's voice echoed and made the room rattle. "I am here to warn you. You will be visited by three figures tonight who will help you change your ways."
"So there's two more?" Vince asked.
"No I said three." Dan replied.
"Yea. You and two others." Vince replied.
"Gah! Expect the first at midnight." Dan growled and with a flash was gone.
"Ok, no more chili for dinner." Vince stretched and fell asleep. About an hour later the bell tolled midnight and Vince woke up to a breeze. "Stupid windows. Don't they make any more air locked?" He got up and a strange light appeared in the center of the room. A figure appeared, it seemed to look like Goldust. "Is that you?"
"It is I." He did the breathing thing. "The ghost of Christmas past."
"Oh great, a Christmas Carol thing. Who paid you?" Vince sat up.
"Goldust." He growled and snapped his teeth.
"Goldust paid you or were you just finishing your sentence?" Vince asked.
"Here, take my hand." Past said and held out his hand.
"Hey, there's nothing right about that." Vince held up his hands.
"Ok fine, grab my gold." Past held out a gold chain.
"Ok, can I?" Vince clenched it greedily. As soon as he did they vanished and appeared in an old Connecticut town. "Hey, this is where I grew up." He ran over.
"Look honey, look what daddy sent you." Vince's mom said to a kid Vince.
"Wrestling toys?" The five year old pulled out a wrestling ring. "No, want money!" The child began to cry. His mom just smiled and put him to bed.
"Oh, disturbing!" Past shivered.
"I know, what a cheapskate my mom was." Vince sighed.
"That's not what I meant." Past went to another Christmas.
"Hey, I lived here when I was ten." Vince recognized the house. They looked in a window and saw the young Vince and his mom.
"Here's a present from daddy." She said and handed him an envelope.
"Money!" Vince cheered and opened it, it was wrestling tickets. "No, money!" He pouted and his mom just shook her head and went out of the room.
"Ok, that's enough." Past took them to another Christmas.
"I remember this place." Vince recalled the neighborhood.
"Money is like honey, give me honey." A teen Vince was singing as he walked home. He looked inside and saw a figure of a man. "Dad? He's home for Christmas?" He ran inside to see his mom talking to a man in a suit.
"Look honey, daddy bought you a manager so you can be a wrestler." She said.
"I want money!" Vince exploded.
"Of course you do. And as my client you will be a huge star, raking in the doe faster than your mom makes cookies." The man said in a Paul Heyman like voice.
"What the hell?" Past cocked his head.
"I know." Vince nodded. "I could've sworn he was gay."
"No!" Past yelled. "The way your dad was never there for you during the holidays." He sighed and looked at his watch. "Half an hour sure flies by." There was a flash of bright light and Vince appeared back in his bed.
"Ok, I must have gotten sick from Chris cause I'm delusional." Vince said. The clock tolled half past midnight and Vince looked at the clock to hear laughter.
"Oh my god!" A voice made Vince turn and he saw somebody.
"Rikishi?" Vince asked, noticing the figures familiarity.
"No, I'm the ghost of Christmas present." Rikishi said, eating a buffet.
"More like ghost of Christmas feast." Vince said to himself. "Look, I don't have a lot of time and I really would like to get to sleep, so can we just go already?"
"Sure." Present grinned. "After I eat." He licked his lips and continued to gorge. Half an hour went by.
"Well are you ready yet?" Vince yelled, tired of watching this food channel.
"Ok, but put the rest in a doggy bag." Present said and snapped his fingers.
"Here?" Vince gasped, they stood before his house in Connecticut. "Why?" Before Present could answer, laughter made him run to the window. It was Shane.
"Oh, and then one time I went with him to go pick out Stephanie's sweet sixteen present. We went to the Benz dealer and dad yelled, hey where's the section for the rich folk?" Shane was finishing his joke and everyone bust up laughing.
"And my husband is such a cheapskate he bought me a cubic gold plated ring and said it was diamond and 24 karat." Linda added and everyone laughed harder.
"Oh it's true, it's true. You're so lame!" Present was laughing.
"Hey, I can sue you for using Kurt Angles line." Vince growled.
"No I don't think so. Speaking of which." Present teleported them away.
"Ah back at the hotel." Vince smiled, seeing it. "I'll just go back to sleep."
"Not yet, just take a look in here." Present floated them up to the wrestlers rooms.
"Oh great, why do I have to see their Christmas?" Vince growled.
"How's the food Steph?" Booker T asked as Stephanie pushed in a cart of the food they'd snagged from the cafeteria. Everyone salivated hungrily.
"Come on everyone, before we eat let's do gifts." Triple H grinned.
"Moochers." Vince growled and Present shoved him. He went back to watching.
"Booker, we all got this for you." Triple H said and Book opened it.
"Ok a break dance floor!" He grinned. "Thanks."
"But we'll have to return it." Stephanie sighed.
"That one's for you Rock." Triple H pointed to the couch. Rock opened it.
"Oh, look at that." Rock laughed, it was a collection of the Rocky series.
"But we have to return it." Stephanie sighed.
"Don't they have any money?" Vince grumbled.
"No." Present looked at him. Vince shrugged and turned back.
"Angle, this is yours." Triple H handed it to him and he opened it.
"Oh, the Olympic book from 1996." Kurt gasped.
"We have to return that too." Stephanie sighed.
"Boring." Vince groaned.
"RVD, HBK, that one is for you." Triple H pointed to the corner. They both went over and opened it. Everyone let out 'oh' and 'ah'.
"A big screen TV!" They said in unison.
"But we'll have to return that." Stephanie sighed.
"Steph, for you." Triple H gave her a small box. She opened it.
"It's beautiful." She smiled at the ring. "But I'll return it too. Here."
"For me?" He opened the case. "Oh, nice Rolex. You can return it too."
"Chris, pitched in for you." Stephanie said and everyone turned to the bed. Chris was even worse now. He could barely walk due to his lack of energy, his rising fever was making him more exousted and he passed out more. His face was all red and his coughing sounded deathly. Everyone watched as he took the gift from Stephanie.
"Oh come on, it was just a little flu cold." Vince rolled his eyes.
"No it got very serious. He has a high level ammonia." Present sighed. "The pain he is in is no match for the way he seems to be in. They could save his life, if they had the money." He explained as Vince watched Chris open the present, a heavy metal guitar.
"But we have to return that too." Triple H sighed and took it back. Chris gasped and went to say something but he fell over due to exoustion.
"Please!" Vince yelled sarcastically.
"Now to the feast." Triple H's voice made Vince turn back.
"And the founder, my dad." Stephanie raised her plastic cup.
"I wouldn't bother wishing him happy holidays. If he had it his way he'd charge us for the cafeteria food in the arena and we'd be in starvation." Hunter muttered.
"Oh." A smile lit up on Vince's face. "What a great idea, I'll do it."
"Vince!" Present's voice boomed. "Don't you get it, the season spirit is giving."
"I know, and he's giving me a wonderful idea to make more money. Oh money, money, money. Just take me back now ok?" Vince said.
"Fine." Present took him back to his room. "Just be careful for the next ghost, I hear this one's got a bad temper and some kind of weapon." He and the food vanished.
"Oh I'm so scared." Vince was saying in his sleep and woke up. "Hello?" He looked up to see a dark figure, the grim reaper. He gasped and cried out. "Future right?" Vince asked and death nodded and waved his scythe and they appeared back at Vince's house. 'Ah home, why am I here?" It was a cold rainy day. He walked to the window.
"Ah, isn't this the life?" Shane asked his mom.
"Quite, so much better now. The company has been thriving ever since." She agreed. They laughed and toasted with champagne.
"Hmm, I guess next Christmas we're back on track." Vince nodded. Future shook his head and pointed his scythe to a dark tunnel that lead to a graveyard. "Why here?" Future led him through the graves until they came to a tombstone. He pointed to it and a big flash of lightning lit it up to reveal its name. "Russo?" He asked. Future pulled out a map and slapped his forehead. He took him to the other side of the graveyard and pointed to the gravestone. "Me?" Vince cried as thunder began to roar. "Why, I can't die! Why?"
"You know, I had a great solo here, the writer cut it." Death pulled over his hood to reveal that it was really the spirit of William Regal. He put it back on and pointed his scythe at the gravestone.
"You mean if I don't change I'll die next year and go to hell?" Vince asked and Future nodded his head yea. "No, why? Oh I swear I'll change, I promise I will!" A boom of thunder and a crash of lightning drowned him out and he vanished, appearing in bed. "Wait, I. what?" He looked around. "Oh it was just a horrible dream." The clock read six. "A long horrible dream. He opened the hotel room and a janitor walked by.
"Merry Christmas." He said to Vince as he pushed a cart of supplies.
"Yes, it's Christmas. Oh yea, oh yea." Vince began to dance, the janitor looked confused. "Oh those possessed wrestler spirits sure know how to spend a night."
"Uh, sure they do." The janitor said nervously and moved down the hall. Vince skipped through the hall and danced in the elevator and tiptoed down the other hall until he came to the door of one of the wrestling rooms. Everyone was already in there.
"Open the door!" Vince yelled in his angry tone of voice.
"Sorry, didn't know you were coming." Triple H opened the door. Everyone tensed as he walked in the room. Stephanie shivered as she tried to block Chris, but he was awake. He looked up at Vince and growled but it drove pain into his chest.
"What is it daddy?" Stephanie stuttered.
"How dare you!" Vince began and everyone cringed. "Share the holidays without me." He smiled and everyone became less up tight.
"What's going on?" Triple H asked.
"Here, for you." Vince handed him a present. Triple H opened it, it was a belt.
"Cruiserweight?" He read it.
"Oops, grabbed the wrong one." Vince growled. "I meant to give you your heavyweight title because you're the champ again." He turned to the others. "You're all hired back too and I'm giving you all a raise to tell you that I'm sorry."
"Apology accepted." Stephanie hugged him. "Oh I love you daddy."
"And Chris." Vince came over and knelt down beside him. Now that he was up close he really saw how sickly Chris was. "I'm sorry, can you forgive me?"
"Yea." Chris replied hoarsely and nodded meekly.
"Merry Christmas to all." Vince hugged them all.
"God bless us, everyone." Chris added, his voice quiet and tired. Vince heard.
"Yup I knew it, it was a wrestling Christmas Carol." Vince shook his head.
"Oh Vince." Everyone laughed and Stephanie put on a CD of Christmas music and they all began to sing. Vince later took them all out to eat at Hometown Buffet and then to the mall where he bought them all expensive gifts and when they returned they watched A Christmas Carol as Chris continued to sleep throughout the whole day. And he did get better, a doctor gave him medicine and he was back on Raw that Monday.
"Yea, well we'd better grab food and scat." Steph replied.
"Can somebody help me out with Chris?" RVD called.
"Sure, I got ya." HBK ran over and helped Rob prop him up. They left and went back to the hotel. Dan was kind enough to come over and check up on Chris.
"So he just passed out?" Dan asked.
"Yea, but I think he's just asleep now." Rock replied.
"Go ahead and wake him if you need to." Kurt agreed. Dan put the thermometer in Chris's mouth and that woke him.
"It's ok Chris, you're gonna be fine." Booker T forced a smile. Chris was too weak and tired to complain, his fever drained him of his energy. He just struggled to keep his eyes open but they fluttered and he still struggled to breathe.
"Well, his fever has risen." Dan sighed. "And it still sounds like he's got a lot of stuff going on in his chest." Dan turned to Chris. "Here say ah." Chris opened his mouth and Dan examined him and spoke up to talk to everyone. "From what it looks like, it started out as just a little flu and cold but now it looks to be getting to ammonia." Chris coughed hard and Dan felt under his neck. "I'm afraid it's becoming more serious."
"Is there anything we can do?" Triple H asked.
"Get him to a doctor." Dan stood up.
"But we don't have the money." Triple H admitted.
"Then I'm afraid all you can do is hope and pray that Chris pulls off a miracle and recovers by himself." Dan cleaned up and left.
"He's done it before Hunter, he can do it again." Stephanie assured, but Trips still was feeling guilty about Chris, he felt it was all his fault. Later that night, Vince arrived.
"Money, money, I love money." He sang to himself as he went to his room. He put in the card key but the door didn't open. He tried again but to no prevail. "Oh these stupid things, I swear I'll sue whoever makes these doors!" Finally he got in and lay down on his bed. "Oh what a rough night, dam that Chris and Triple H!"
"Vince." A voice was heard and Vince looked up, feeling very sleepy. "Vince?"
"Who is it?" Vince asked, yawning and getting more tired. The door opened and a bright light made Vince squint as the trainer Dan walked in. "Dan, is that you?"
"No, it's the boogie man." Dan growled. "Listen Vince, you really need to change your ways. If you don't, you'll go to hell."
"Oh that's just a bunch of baloney." Vince laughed.
"Vince!" Dan's voice echoed and made the room rattle. "I am here to warn you. You will be visited by three figures tonight who will help you change your ways."
"So there's two more?" Vince asked.
"No I said three." Dan replied.
"Yea. You and two others." Vince replied.
"Gah! Expect the first at midnight." Dan growled and with a flash was gone.
"Ok, no more chili for dinner." Vince stretched and fell asleep. About an hour later the bell tolled midnight and Vince woke up to a breeze. "Stupid windows. Don't they make any more air locked?" He got up and a strange light appeared in the center of the room. A figure appeared, it seemed to look like Goldust. "Is that you?"
"It is I." He did the breathing thing. "The ghost of Christmas past."
"Oh great, a Christmas Carol thing. Who paid you?" Vince sat up.
"Goldust." He growled and snapped his teeth.
"Goldust paid you or were you just finishing your sentence?" Vince asked.
"Here, take my hand." Past said and held out his hand.
"Hey, there's nothing right about that." Vince held up his hands.
"Ok fine, grab my gold." Past held out a gold chain.
"Ok, can I?" Vince clenched it greedily. As soon as he did they vanished and appeared in an old Connecticut town. "Hey, this is where I grew up." He ran over.
"Look honey, look what daddy sent you." Vince's mom said to a kid Vince.
"Wrestling toys?" The five year old pulled out a wrestling ring. "No, want money!" The child began to cry. His mom just smiled and put him to bed.
"Oh, disturbing!" Past shivered.
"I know, what a cheapskate my mom was." Vince sighed.
"That's not what I meant." Past went to another Christmas.
"Hey, I lived here when I was ten." Vince recognized the house. They looked in a window and saw the young Vince and his mom.
"Here's a present from daddy." She said and handed him an envelope.
"Money!" Vince cheered and opened it, it was wrestling tickets. "No, money!" He pouted and his mom just shook her head and went out of the room.
"Ok, that's enough." Past took them to another Christmas.
"I remember this place." Vince recalled the neighborhood.
"Money is like honey, give me honey." A teen Vince was singing as he walked home. He looked inside and saw a figure of a man. "Dad? He's home for Christmas?" He ran inside to see his mom talking to a man in a suit.
"Look honey, daddy bought you a manager so you can be a wrestler." She said.
"I want money!" Vince exploded.
"Of course you do. And as my client you will be a huge star, raking in the doe faster than your mom makes cookies." The man said in a Paul Heyman like voice.
"What the hell?" Past cocked his head.
"I know." Vince nodded. "I could've sworn he was gay."
"No!" Past yelled. "The way your dad was never there for you during the holidays." He sighed and looked at his watch. "Half an hour sure flies by." There was a flash of bright light and Vince appeared back in his bed.
"Ok, I must have gotten sick from Chris cause I'm delusional." Vince said. The clock tolled half past midnight and Vince looked at the clock to hear laughter.
"Oh my god!" A voice made Vince turn and he saw somebody.
"Rikishi?" Vince asked, noticing the figures familiarity.
"No, I'm the ghost of Christmas present." Rikishi said, eating a buffet.
"More like ghost of Christmas feast." Vince said to himself. "Look, I don't have a lot of time and I really would like to get to sleep, so can we just go already?"
"Sure." Present grinned. "After I eat." He licked his lips and continued to gorge. Half an hour went by.
"Well are you ready yet?" Vince yelled, tired of watching this food channel.
"Ok, but put the rest in a doggy bag." Present said and snapped his fingers.
"Here?" Vince gasped, they stood before his house in Connecticut. "Why?" Before Present could answer, laughter made him run to the window. It was Shane.
"Oh, and then one time I went with him to go pick out Stephanie's sweet sixteen present. We went to the Benz dealer and dad yelled, hey where's the section for the rich folk?" Shane was finishing his joke and everyone bust up laughing.
"And my husband is such a cheapskate he bought me a cubic gold plated ring and said it was diamond and 24 karat." Linda added and everyone laughed harder.
"Oh it's true, it's true. You're so lame!" Present was laughing.
"Hey, I can sue you for using Kurt Angles line." Vince growled.
"No I don't think so. Speaking of which." Present teleported them away.
"Ah back at the hotel." Vince smiled, seeing it. "I'll just go back to sleep."
"Not yet, just take a look in here." Present floated them up to the wrestlers rooms.
"Oh great, why do I have to see their Christmas?" Vince growled.
"How's the food Steph?" Booker T asked as Stephanie pushed in a cart of the food they'd snagged from the cafeteria. Everyone salivated hungrily.
"Come on everyone, before we eat let's do gifts." Triple H grinned.
"Moochers." Vince growled and Present shoved him. He went back to watching.
"Booker, we all got this for you." Triple H said and Book opened it.
"Ok a break dance floor!" He grinned. "Thanks."
"But we'll have to return it." Stephanie sighed.
"That one's for you Rock." Triple H pointed to the couch. Rock opened it.
"Oh, look at that." Rock laughed, it was a collection of the Rocky series.
"But we have to return it." Stephanie sighed.
"Don't they have any money?" Vince grumbled.
"No." Present looked at him. Vince shrugged and turned back.
"Angle, this is yours." Triple H handed it to him and he opened it.
"Oh, the Olympic book from 1996." Kurt gasped.
"We have to return that too." Stephanie sighed.
"Boring." Vince groaned.
"RVD, HBK, that one is for you." Triple H pointed to the corner. They both went over and opened it. Everyone let out 'oh' and 'ah'.
"A big screen TV!" They said in unison.
"But we'll have to return that." Stephanie sighed.
"Steph, for you." Triple H gave her a small box. She opened it.
"It's beautiful." She smiled at the ring. "But I'll return it too. Here."
"For me?" He opened the case. "Oh, nice Rolex. You can return it too."
"Chris, pitched in for you." Stephanie said and everyone turned to the bed. Chris was even worse now. He could barely walk due to his lack of energy, his rising fever was making him more exousted and he passed out more. His face was all red and his coughing sounded deathly. Everyone watched as he took the gift from Stephanie.
"Oh come on, it was just a little flu cold." Vince rolled his eyes.
"No it got very serious. He has a high level ammonia." Present sighed. "The pain he is in is no match for the way he seems to be in. They could save his life, if they had the money." He explained as Vince watched Chris open the present, a heavy metal guitar.
"But we have to return that too." Triple H sighed and took it back. Chris gasped and went to say something but he fell over due to exoustion.
"Please!" Vince yelled sarcastically.
"Now to the feast." Triple H's voice made Vince turn back.
"And the founder, my dad." Stephanie raised her plastic cup.
"I wouldn't bother wishing him happy holidays. If he had it his way he'd charge us for the cafeteria food in the arena and we'd be in starvation." Hunter muttered.
"Oh." A smile lit up on Vince's face. "What a great idea, I'll do it."
"Vince!" Present's voice boomed. "Don't you get it, the season spirit is giving."
"I know, and he's giving me a wonderful idea to make more money. Oh money, money, money. Just take me back now ok?" Vince said.
"Fine." Present took him back to his room. "Just be careful for the next ghost, I hear this one's got a bad temper and some kind of weapon." He and the food vanished.
"Oh I'm so scared." Vince was saying in his sleep and woke up. "Hello?" He looked up to see a dark figure, the grim reaper. He gasped and cried out. "Future right?" Vince asked and death nodded and waved his scythe and they appeared back at Vince's house. 'Ah home, why am I here?" It was a cold rainy day. He walked to the window.
"Ah, isn't this the life?" Shane asked his mom.
"Quite, so much better now. The company has been thriving ever since." She agreed. They laughed and toasted with champagne.
"Hmm, I guess next Christmas we're back on track." Vince nodded. Future shook his head and pointed his scythe to a dark tunnel that lead to a graveyard. "Why here?" Future led him through the graves until they came to a tombstone. He pointed to it and a big flash of lightning lit it up to reveal its name. "Russo?" He asked. Future pulled out a map and slapped his forehead. He took him to the other side of the graveyard and pointed to the gravestone. "Me?" Vince cried as thunder began to roar. "Why, I can't die! Why?"
"You know, I had a great solo here, the writer cut it." Death pulled over his hood to reveal that it was really the spirit of William Regal. He put it back on and pointed his scythe at the gravestone.
"You mean if I don't change I'll die next year and go to hell?" Vince asked and Future nodded his head yea. "No, why? Oh I swear I'll change, I promise I will!" A boom of thunder and a crash of lightning drowned him out and he vanished, appearing in bed. "Wait, I. what?" He looked around. "Oh it was just a horrible dream." The clock read six. "A long horrible dream. He opened the hotel room and a janitor walked by.
"Merry Christmas." He said to Vince as he pushed a cart of supplies.
"Yes, it's Christmas. Oh yea, oh yea." Vince began to dance, the janitor looked confused. "Oh those possessed wrestler spirits sure know how to spend a night."
"Uh, sure they do." The janitor said nervously and moved down the hall. Vince skipped through the hall and danced in the elevator and tiptoed down the other hall until he came to the door of one of the wrestling rooms. Everyone was already in there.
"Open the door!" Vince yelled in his angry tone of voice.
"Sorry, didn't know you were coming." Triple H opened the door. Everyone tensed as he walked in the room. Stephanie shivered as she tried to block Chris, but he was awake. He looked up at Vince and growled but it drove pain into his chest.
"What is it daddy?" Stephanie stuttered.
"How dare you!" Vince began and everyone cringed. "Share the holidays without me." He smiled and everyone became less up tight.
"What's going on?" Triple H asked.
"Here, for you." Vince handed him a present. Triple H opened it, it was a belt.
"Cruiserweight?" He read it.
"Oops, grabbed the wrong one." Vince growled. "I meant to give you your heavyweight title because you're the champ again." He turned to the others. "You're all hired back too and I'm giving you all a raise to tell you that I'm sorry."
"Apology accepted." Stephanie hugged him. "Oh I love you daddy."
"And Chris." Vince came over and knelt down beside him. Now that he was up close he really saw how sickly Chris was. "I'm sorry, can you forgive me?"
"Yea." Chris replied hoarsely and nodded meekly.
"Merry Christmas to all." Vince hugged them all.
"God bless us, everyone." Chris added, his voice quiet and tired. Vince heard.
"Yup I knew it, it was a wrestling Christmas Carol." Vince shook his head.
"Oh Vince." Everyone laughed and Stephanie put on a CD of Christmas music and they all began to sing. Vince later took them all out to eat at Hometown Buffet and then to the mall where he bought them all expensive gifts and when they returned they watched A Christmas Carol as Chris continued to sleep throughout the whole day. And he did get better, a doctor gave him medicine and he was back on Raw that Monday.