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A little while later, Chris and Lori arrived at the Oakland arena. Walking down the backstage hallway, Chris caught sight of Lance engaged in conversation with Spike Dudley.

"Hey Lance," Chris called out; "You seen Reso anywhere tonight?"

"Uh, I think I saw him down there," Lance scratched his head as he thought about it; "Last door on the left."

"Thanks," Chris nodded.

"No problem," Lance smiled easily and returned to his conversation once more.

"Hey Chris," Smiled Jerry Lawler broadly, "Who's your new friend?"

"Jerry, this is Lori," Chris hurriedly introduced them; "Lori, meet Jerry. He does the color commentary for the broadcast shows, but he also wrestles from time to time as well."

"Pleased to meet you sir," Lori extended her hand in greeting.

"Charmed," Jerry smiled, shook it, and held on a little too long for Chris's comfort.

"Yes, Jerry," Chris added evenly; "We're going to married."

"Oh?" Jerry's eyes registered surprise as he raised them to meet Lori's face once more, "Congratulations then."

"Thanks, well if you'll excuse me," Chris grabbed Lori's arm and gently herded her away. "I've got to talk to Jason before the show starts."

"Of course," Jerry nodded as he watched them walk away.

"He seemed 'nice'," Lori commented as they walked to the room at last.

Chris only grunted in reply as he knocked on the dressing room door. He was surprised when the simple motion caused the door to swing inward; apparently, it had not been latched. "Jason?" Chris called out, "You in here?"

A weak sound emanated from the shower area.

"Did you hear that?" Lori whispered.

"Jason?" Chris called again feeling his gut tense, "Stay behind me, Lori. Something isn't right about this."

The faint noise drew Lori's attention once more to the shower area. "Oh look Chris!" Lori gasped as she spotted droplets of red leading into it.

"Stay here," Chris told her wasting no time and rushed into the watery area.

He felt the instinct to vomit overtake him as he took in the sight that lay before him. The steady stream of water cascaded down onto the bare body of Jason Reso. He lay sprawled on the cold tile floor as blood swirled around his unconscious form and flowed into the drain. It took a few seconds to register before Chris was able to find his voice.

"Lori, don't come in here," Chris warned. "Find a phone and call 911 then get Lance."

"Ye-s Chris," Lori managed. "Is he?" She couldn't bring herself to finish.

"No, he's alive but unconscious," Chris told her. "Now go and hurry!"