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: So I figured out how much longer this story will be. There will be two chapters remaining. This one and the ending to follow. You may or may not like what I am doing, but we shall see. Keep on reviewing and I will keep on writing.

"Oh now what do we do? I didn't want the poor bastard dead." Stephanie screamed as she looked down at her father lying motionless on the ground.

"So we are right back where we started. You own 50 and I own 50. All of this trauma and murder was for nothing."

"From my vantage point, I own 100% of the company and you're out of a job big brother. So why don't you do me a favour and clean up the mess here."

Shane glared at his sister, in an absolute rage over how she was acting. She really had turned out to be a cold sadistic woman, and she didn't care about anyone but herself.

"How can you be like this? I didn't raise you to be this way."

"Shane you didn't raise me at all. Yeah sure you were around when Mom and Dad didn't give a shit, but you hardly raised me."

"Well whatever, but ever since you married that asshole you've turned into nothing but a two faced bitch."

Stephanie who had heard enough of Shane's angry banter held off and when he turned around she slapped him straight across the face.

"Well big brother, I may be a bitch but at least I won't be labelled a killer. See you in hell Shane O Mac."

As soon as Dave slapped the cuffs on Paul, he felt just a little bit better. Sure Chris had shot and killed his partner, but the real masterminds were now being held behind bars. As he watched the Sacramento PD do their job and detain him in the squad car, Dave knew there was one more stop to make.

Before he had a chance to get into the car he felt his cell phone begin to vibrate.

'Williams'

"Detective Williams, it's Sam Russo from the Sacramento PD. I thought you might want to come into the precinct. There is a woman here asking for you."

"Did you get a name?"

"Stephanie McMahon sir."

"Just the lady I wanted to see. I'll be right there Russo."

"Detective, I should warn you, she is pretty badly beaten up." Dave sighed and realized that he might be totally off base about Stephanie. How could she be a killer and find herself on the receiving end of a beating again?

"Just keep a watch on her and make sure she goes nowhere near Chris Irvine or Paul Levesque until I get there."

"Will do Detective. I knew Havermann well and I think he would be proud of what you've done on this case."

Hanging up the phone, he threw it on his seat. If he wanted to find out what was really going on, he had better go and see Stephanie and get the whole sick show over with.