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Just after midnight, Lori woke up with a start as she realized that the other side of the bed was vacant.

"Chris?" She called out into the darkness.

An unexpected voice answered her call, "Lori, it's all right. It's Shane." He explained as he turned on a lamp, "Chris asked me to stay with you."

"Oh God," Lori felt cold in fear, "He went after Steiner, didn't he?"

"Yes," Shane admitted then added, "He's safe, he didn't go alone."

"What's he going to do to him?" Lori asked next not sure whether she really wanted to hear the answer.

"Nothing you need to worry about," Shane told her. "Now, you just go back to sleep."

'It's not likely that I'm going to be able to now,' Lori thought in the darkness.

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In a bar nearby....

"There he is," Lance pointed to the man they sought, "In the middle of those women, keep it cool man. You won't be able to protect her if you get yourself thrown in jail."

"Yeah man, I know," Chris burned with anger.

"So what's the plan?" Lance asked.

"Well, we're going to have a little chat with him," Chris informed his friend.

Together, they walked across the room and towards the unsuspecting blonde wrestler.

"Scott," Chris began trying to fake a friendly tone; "How you been?"

Scott blinked as if surprised before responding, "Good man, have a seat."

"Don't mind if I do," Chris forced a cheery tone. "Too bad about what happened to Jason tonight."

"Uh...yeah," Scott replied. "I heard it was pretty bad. Is he still unconscious?"

"Not anymore," Chris told him quietly, "Yeah thankfully, he managed to tell us who the attacker was too."

At that Scott's face drained of all color before he responded, "Maybe, you'd like to step outside a moment, there's a little park nearby where we could 'talk' in private."

"Yeah, I really think I would," Chris gritted his teeth as he stepped back. "After you."

After an eerily quiet ten minutes walk, the three wrestlers arrived at the deserted lakeside park.

"Lance can stand watch," Chris stated as he cleared the locked gate of iron.

"So you doing this all for Jason?" Scott asked him quizzically as he jumped over the gate behind him.

"No Scott, I'm doing this for Lori," Chris stated heading further into the wooded enclosure.

Scott stopped in his tracks and chuckled heartily, "So the little whore blabbed, did she?"

"This is far enough Steiner," Chris wheeled around no longer able to contain his anger.

"Sure Canuk," Steiner leered back at him; "Bring it!"

Chris lunged forward and speared Scott knocking him down hard. Chris jumped on top of him and threw a punch hard at his face, to which Scott easily blocked and shoved the smaller man off him.

Jumping back onto his feet, he challenged, "That all you got?"

"F- you Steiner," Chris retorted as they circled.

"Naw," Steiner taunted, "I'd rather do that to your girl."

"You don't touch her," Chris yelled charging forward once more.

Unbeknownst to Chris, Scott had six-inch blade concealed in his boot. As Chris came forward he drew it quickly and plunged it deep within his midsection. Chris regarded Scott as his head began to swim from the pain.

Scott whispered into Chris's ears, "I told her to leave or there'd be an accident. Stupid ringrats, they never listen."

Chris summoned all his strength and pushed Scott away before collapsing to the ground.

Scott stood over him and gazed down, "Sorry man that I had to do this to you. It's nothing personal, just business." Then he ran away leaving Chris alone and bleeding badly in the middle of the stony path.