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Lance's match was pushed up until just after 9:15 and Lori stayed in his shared locker room while she anxiously awaiting his return. The wrestlers that he was sharing the room with were none other than the tag duo, Rosey and the Hurricane. As luck would have it when it was time for Lance's match, Shane was able to stay with Lori. After a quick briefing regarding the attack on Jason, he was glad to do it.

"So you and Chris," Shane was remarking; "I never thought that guy would settle down. Good for you, he's a great person."

"I think so," Lori replied nervously. "It all happened kind of fast, I guess I'm still reeling."

"Well, I wish you both my best," Shane smiled just a Rosey opened the door and entered.

"Hey there," Rosey greeted his partner as he caught sight of Lori; "Shane, I'm sorry I didn't know you had a visitor; I'll leave."

"No man," Shane stopped him. "You can stay. Lori here, she is Chris's girl. Jason was attacked earlier tonight and Chris rode with the ambulance crew to the hospital."

"Attacked?" Rosey regarded his friend in shock, "When? Where?"

"In their locker room, earlier tonight," Lori explained. "Chris found him...in the shower. He was unconscious and bleeding badly."

"Who would do such a thing?" Rosey remarked.

"I don't know," Lori shook her head sadly. "We've been trying to find out."

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"Mr. Irvine?" The nurse addressed him as he sat in the waiting room.

"Yes?" He looked up expectantly. "Is Jay going to be all right?"

"Well, it appears he's taken a severe blow to the brain," She explained. "It's probably going to swell and he'll have a concussion but otherwise he's going to be okay."

"Can I see him?" Chris asked hopefully.

"Sure, he's a little groggy but he's awake now," The nurse informed him.

Chris followed her back to the room where Jason lay.

"Hey," Chris called softly as he entered.

"Ugh," Jason moaned in reply. "It...was..Scott."

"Scott?" Chris blinked, "Steiner?"

Weakly Jason attempted to nod affirmatively and found the simple motion excruciating to his head injury.

"Don't try to move too much buddy," Chris chided him. "That's all we need to know for now, you just take it easy."

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