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"Bischoff!" Chris yelled angrily as walked into the makeshift office. "I want to talk to you."

"Relax Chris," Eric told him softly. "Sit down and we'll discuss this."

"There's nothing to discuss," Chris shouted planting a hand on either side of the desk to illustrate his point. "You saw that, what she did. I want her fined and this angle dropped."

"Now Chris really, you're over-reacting," Eric smiled that annoying smile of his. "She made a mistake we all do."

"Mistake my eye," Added Jason.

"Mr. Reso, perhaps you'd like to step outside, this discussion doesn't concern you," Eric glared at him in warning.

"Fine, I'm going to go check on Lori," Jason retorted. "Hold your ground man," He slapped Chris on the shoulder in encouragement.

"Now then, Chris, if you insist on remaining standing; I'll make this short and sweet," Eric began.

"Fine," Chris retorted bitterly.

"The fans are really into this angle; it would be foolish to drop it now," Eric told him. "You'll just have to suck it up, pardon the expression, and keep going. And perhaps start wearing a cup I might add. I assure you, Trish will receive a reprimand for her actions. But the angle will continue despite her actions tonight and that's the end of discussion. Any attempts to deviate from the set plan and I'll see that you are sued for breech of contract."

"Sued?!" Chris stared at his boss in disbelief. "Just what is going on around here, that has you so wrapped around the script writers' fingers."

Eric shifted uncomfortably and pulled at his collar, "Look that's the end of the discussion, please leave," Eric managed.

'Something is rotten in Denmark,' Chris thought as he left and headed back for the locker room bearing the name 'The Undertaker'

The door opened and Lori breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was Chris at long last. Rushing over, Lori embraced him.

"Are you OK?" She asked, "I was watching and I was so worried when I saw what she did to you."

"I'm all right," Chris forced a smile and returned the embrace. "It was an accident, she didn't mean it but I think I'm going to need some ice."

"An accident," Mark raised an eyebrow. "That was no accident."

"It was Mark, let's just drop the subject," Chris stared at him intently and took the ice that Sara had gotten together for him.

"Jason got your stuff from your locker room earlier," Lori informed him then adding, "He figured you might want to go back to the hotel when you got back."

"Yeah, I think that we will if you don't mind," Chris told her as he held the ice to his sore lower regions. "Where'd he go?"

"He said he had to run an errand," Sara filled in.

"Oh man, sorry to rush out but I'm up," Mark realized and stood up suddenly.

"Go to it big man," Chris smacked his shoulder to urge him on. "We'll catch up again later, maybe you two would like to come over for dinner when we go back home next week."

"Sounds wonderful," Mark promised and walked out the door.

Sara helped carry Chris's belongings out to the rental car and a short drive later the couple had reached their hotel room.

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