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Two months later at an arena in Atlanta, Georgia....

Chris was in his locker room preparing for his latest match against Christian, with whom he was now feuding on screen. (of course not off they were still best buds) He bent over to lace up his boot as the door to his room creaked open. Chris looked up in surprise as the person had not even bothered to knock. His blood ran cold as he regarded the woman who'd entered.

"Trish," Chris responded with a voice low and devoid of any emotion.

"Now," The diva scolded him with a voice laced in honey, "is that any way to talk to your onscreen love interest."

Chris ignored her advances and said simply, "What do you want?"

"Isn't it obvious, darling?" Trish smirked and cast a look out into the hallway.

"Don't call me darling," Chris glowered at her.

Trish shook a warning finger at him, "Ah, ah, ah.... you really ought to talk nice to me, Chris."

"Why?" Chris blinked, unbelieving that she had the nerve to confront him.

"Because Chris, something might just 'happen' to that knocked-up whore while you're away," Trish told him smoothly.

"You wouldn't," Chris sputtered trying not to reach out and throttle her right there.

Trish replied viciously; "She was warned, now she's going to pay the consequences."

Chris instantly grabbed his bags and rushed for the door. Desperate to get to his car and ultimately back home to Lori. Trish turned laughing maniacally at him as she watched him go. As Chris reached the car his cell phone began to ring. Fearing it could be Lori, he dug frantically through the duffle bag to answer it.

"Hello?" He answered hoping that it was Lori and that she was all right.

"You'll be too late to save her," Laughed Trish before hanging up.

........................

"Coming," Lori called out as she rushed to answer the ringing doorbell. Angel hissed viciously as she walked by. "What's a matter Baby?" Lori tensed noting his reaction.

At that moment, the door was forcibly kicked open by the person on the other side. Lori screamed in fear as she recognized the intruder. Quickly, she turned to run to find an escape.

"You can run," Scott shouted after her; "But you can't hide."

Angel chose that moment to jump at his face in a ball of fury and claws.

"Oww," Scott yelled angrily and swatted his small form away.

The cat hit the wall and slammed down onto the floor with a sickening thud. Scott gave the feline a kick for good measure before lumbering in the direction of Lori's escape. He got to the kitchen doorway just as Lori had reached the back door. As he lurched to follow, Cosmo and Saucy chose that moment to run in front of him and effectively tripped the large wrestler. Lori seized the moment and grabbed at a nearby frying pan. She brought it down deftly and hard on the wrestler's head. The pan found it's mark and knocked him out cold. It was then that she felt the pain in her stomach.

"Oh no," Lori moaned; "Not now." But realized the babies were indeed coming and she rushed to the wall phone in the corner to dial 9-1-1.

"9-1-1, what is your emergency?"

"There's a man in my house trying to kill me and I just went into labor." Lori replied tearfully.

"OK, miss what is your name and address?"

Lori quickly gave her the information then added, "Please hurry."

"Where is the man right now?"

"On the floor, in the kitchen;" Lori replied. "I hit him with a frying pan, I...I think he's unconcious."

"The police and the ambulance are on the way, but I need you to stay with me and stay calm. Is there anyone nearby we can call?"

Thinking quickly, Lori gave them the phone number of the nearest neighbor she could think of, Lana Copeland then noticed Scott starting to stir,

"Oh God, I think he's waking up."

"Ma'am can you get out?"

"Yeah," Lori breathed as she watched Scott sit up slowly holding his head.

"Do it now."

Lori fumbled with the locks. She screamed as she felt hands on her arm jerking her backward. She lost her balance and fell down hard as her head met the hard tile floor.

To Be Concluded Shortly