Disclaimer: I do not own the wrestler's and the McMahon's in this story, they do own themselves last I checked. I do not wish to get sued plus even if I did, I don't have anything of value, so go ahead then make my day.

Summary: A shocking murder hits the world of wrestling, and it's up to two different cops, partners in the homicide division to find out who did it and make them pay. But will one of them lose their heart along with the investigation?

A/N: Latisha and Katy, thank you so much for liking this story, and I have to admit that I think that this might be one of my best efforts in a long time. I wrote this in a notebook a long time ago and I didn't think anyone would like it, so thank you for proving me wrong. There should only be about another two chapters of this story to wrap up what we already know and you've all been with me through it, so look for the thank you chapter at the end of the story for more of my feelings. On with the next chapter then!

As he walked the down the hall of the arena, he saw a girl standing off to the side, and for a moment he had to stop himself and admire her beauty.

"Excuse me, can I help you? Are you lost?" the young lady asked with a polite smile.

"I'm looking for Paul, er, I am looking for Triple H."

"Oh he is in the locker room two doors down on your left. He is the only one that gets to have his own locker. Then again, he is married to the boss."

As soon as she'd said the words, making it an even more reality, Dave's stomach just dropped. He still hadn't come to terms with being duped and hated to be reminded of it.

"Thank you ma'am."

"Call me Trish, and I was glad to help."

Walking away he could feel her eyes still on him and he figured if he made it out of this alive he would ask the girl out. When he got to the door Trish had mentioned, he knocked and waiting for an answer. The last thing he wanted to do was go into the room with guns blazing.

"Yeah who is it?"

"David Williams from the New York Police Department. Do you have a minute for us to talk?"

Paul opened the door and let him into the room. By the fact that Chris was still missing and the playboy detective was here, he knew the little shit had ratted him out.

"What can I do for you Detective?"

"You can tell me what kind of sick fuck you are to cut up your own wife and to Kill Rena Mero."

"I'm sorry but I don't know what you are talking about."

"Paul, can It would you? I know everything now. I know you and Stephanie played me from day one to get yourself noticed."

"You caught Chris didn't you?"

"Yeah I did, and if you even think about making a move on me there are 50 armed officers outside ready to take your cop killing head off."

"So you let Stephanie know that you are now aware of our game?"

"No, but after I arrest your championship ass now I am going there to get her. You go by the name of the game, but there is one thing you didn't know Paul."

"And that would be?"

"Game Over."