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A/N: This is the second chapter revised, re-read, and RE-VAMPED!! Again, can you tell the difference?

8:00-9:00AM

8:00 "Hello Chris." A voice sounded from the other end.

"Shawn?" Chris asked, his brow rising in surprise. "Did something come up?"

"This isn't Shawn."

"Who is this?" he demanded.

"No one you don't already know." They said. Chris didn't say anything for a moment. The person continued. "I'd watch my back if I were you today, Irvine. Bad things are bound to happen."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Chris asked suspiciously.

"Nothing. I just have one little question for you. How does it feel to nail the billion dollar bitch?" Chris slammed the phone down. Stephanie raised her head from her book again.

"What was that about?" she asked him. Chris merely shook his head.

"Just a prank phone call. Nothing to worry about." He told her. She gave him a look that clearly said that she didn't believe him, but said nothing nonetheless.

"Well, I'm going to head into the shower, let me know if the doctor or anybody else calls for me, okay?"

"Sure." He told her. She waddled off to the bathroom, leaving Chris alone with his confused thoughts. The voice had sounded familiar, and yet he couldn't place it. He pondered it as he heard the water begin to run in the bathroom.

8:09 Shawn and Cameron boarded their plane and took their seats. Shawn ignored the whispers about his wrestling name. He'd wrestled on and off for the WWE during the past year or so. As a consequence, most people again knew who he was. WWE had taken off after Chris and Stephanie had taken control and renovated it. It was once again a common thing in every household. Chris still wrestled frequently, but it was hidden from the public that he and Stephanie owned the company. Recently, though, he had taken time off, to be with Stephanie, for obvious reasons.

As soon as they had gotten situated, Cameron dug out his Game Boy. Shawn smiled. He'd been playing that thing continually since Shawn had bought it for him. Shawn himself had even played it a few times. He had to admit that it was a pretty neat invention.

8:12 Shawn's cell phone began to ring, and since it was on silent mode, it made a sort of buzzing sound as it vibrated against his hip. He knew right away that this was going to be a bother. "Hello?" he answered.

"Shawn?" Chris asked.

"What?"

"Do you know when you'll be getting here?"

"A couple of hours, more or less. Why?"

"Let me put it to you this way, the sooner, the better."

"Did Steph go into labor?" Shawn asked.

"No." Shawn was silent for a moment after Chris's response.

"Well, what happened that was so vital for you to call me?" Shawn asked him.

Chris paused. "I got a phone call not that long ago, and it just kind of worried me. Look, I'm probably just over-reacting from a lack of sleep. Just…just be careful, okay? I have a bad feeling about today."

"All right…" Shawn promised him.

"I promise you, I'll explain myself better when I get the chance. Gotta go. Talk to you later."

"Bye."

8:16 Shawn hung up his cell phone and was about to put it in his overhead bag, when it rang again. He sighed and reluctantly answered it.

"Hello?" he asked, his voice beginning to take on an annoyed tone to it.

"Mr. Shawn Hickenbottom?" a male voice asked.

"This is him, may I ask who this is?"

"This is George Faragamo from Silent Hill mental institution, this involves your wife, a Mrs. Rebecca Hickenbottom..."

"What about her?"

"Well, sir, um…the thing is, we can't find her. We think that she might have escaped." Shawn closed his eyes. He felt a shiver go down his spine. Chris wasn't kidding around when he's talked about today being a bad day. "Sir?"

"I'm still here." Shawn said.

"We wanted to notify you, for your own safety. You know that she might be out for revenge."

"Yes, I'm aware of that. Thank you for notifying me, Mr. Faragamo."

"I also notified the police and they are looking for her as we speak. I'm terribly sorry to be the one to tell you this, sir."

"Thank you, and don't worry about it." Shawn said, then hung up. He leaned his head back against the seat. The plane got ready for take off as Shawn thought about his ex-wife and where she was at that exact moment.

8:23 Chris walked into the bedroom and saw that Stephanie was already out of the shower, towel-drying her hair, and talking on the phone already. He walked over and sat down next to her.

"No, I know that. Look, your appointment isn't until three, Bill." Chris scowled. Stephanie held up her index finger to indicate that she would only be a few more minutes. "Bill, listen, I'm not the one who will be doing the negotiating. Chris will. Yes, Irvine, who else? No. No, I can't." Stephanie sighed. "Fine, when? I'll be ready. Goodbye."

"What's up?" Chris asked her.

"Bill Goldberg. He says that he is going to be busy this afternoon and he wants to do his contract signing this morning."

"Well, that's just too damn bad, our lives don't revolve around his schedule. We have things to do too, you know." Chris said. Stephanie sighed.

"Chris…" she said, giving him a look.

"Does he have to do it here?"

"Well, I can't get to the office in time and he said he was already on his way here."

"On his way here? Great." Chris muttered sarcastically. "Do we really need to sign him? I mean, we've already got tons of talent and the ratings to prove it."

"But, he would boost our numbers even higher." Stephanie said, changing her clothes. "Besides, what do you have against him?" Chris sighed before pulling his own shirt over his head.

"I have nothing against him. I just hate him. Is that a problem?" Chris asked her.

"Why do you hate him?" Chris shook his head to her question.

"Do you want it alphabetically?" He asked.

"Goes pretty far back, then, huh?"

"Too far." Chris said.

8:34 Bill Goldberg pulled into the driveway of Chris and Stephanie's house. He climbed out of his car and locked the door. He walked up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the doorbell. The door opened a few moments later. Bill smiled.

"Hello Stephanie." He said.

"Hello Bill, come in." Stephanie said, gesturing inside. Chris entered the living room not long after that. He groaned inwardly at the thought of what he was about to be put through.

"You look great Stephanie," Bill said, ignoring the fact that Chris was standing no more than three feet from them.

"I look fat." She said, matter-of-factly.

"But you still look beautiful." Bill said, bending to place a kiss on her cheek. He then looked over at Chris. "Oh, hello Chris." He said calmly. It took all of Chris' inner energy to not jump on the man and strangle him until his eyeballs popped out of his head.

"Hello Bill." Chris said. "Let's get this contract ironed out, shall we? Follow me." Chris turned and lead the way, with Goldberg following him and Stephanie bringing up the rear. Chris was half tempted to tell the man to get the hell out of their house, not matter what it might do to their business. He trusted Goldberg about as far as he could throw a piano single-handedly.

8:37 Chris and Steph sat behind the huge oak desk in the office, while Goldberg sat on the other side. He continued to stare at Stephanie. She reached for a folder, and opened it.

"OK, Bill, the contract has all of your added revisions except for one." Stephanie told him.

"What's that?"

"If you're going to be under contract with the WWE, you have to work house shows. It is simply mandatory." Goldberg had an annoyed look on his face for a moment, then it disappeared.

"I'll deal with it. Show me where to sign." He said. Chris pointed out the spots to him and noticed the occasional glance that Goldberg threw at Stephanie. Goldberg signed the spots and handed the pen and contract back to Steph. Steph extended her hand.

"Welcome to the WWE, Goldberg." She said. He took her hand and kissed it. "Thank you."

"No, thank you, Stephanie." Goldberg said to her. He turned to Chris.

8:44 "So, Chris, I'm guessing you're the father of the baby?" Goldberg asked. Chris knew what he was trying to do.

"Yeah, I am."

"When are you due?" He asked Stephanie.

"Anytime now." Stephanie said, forcing a smile. Goldberg nodded and turned back to Chris again.

"How many other kids do you think that you're the father of, Chris?" he asked Chris.

"You know, you're walking on thin ice with me as we speak, Goldie, I don't think that you want to push your luck." Chris said, trying to keep his composure. "Now, we have things to attend to, so if you would excuse us, and I can personally show you the way back out if you would like." Chris said his voice clearly tainted with anger.

"It was a completely harmless question, Chris." Bill said.

"A question that is absolutely none of your business or concern."

"What about you and Trish, I thought that you two were little fuck buddies there for a while." Goldberg said. Stephanie put her hand on Chris's arm to try and calm him down. She knew that Goldberg was only trying to get a rise out of him, but she wasn't sure how much tolerance Chris had today.

"Trish and I were never 'fuck buddies', but I did hear that you and Jazz were." Chris said. Stephanie knew that wasn't going to sit well. As many good insults as Goldberg might have had, Chris definitely had two or three times more.

"Are you trying to start something, assclown?" Goldberg asked him stealing a catchphrase to try and anger him further. Chris walked around the desk and looked down at Goldberg. Even though Goldberg was about a foot taller than Chris, he still stared down his face at him.

"I don't know Bill, are you?" Chris asked him. "Don't screw with me, Bill. You don't want to go down that road."

"I might not," Bill said, then leaned in closer to Chris' face. "But, I'd love to screw your wife."

8:51 "Chris, no!" Stephanie yelled, but it was too late. Chris had decked Goldberg in the face.

"Come on Goldberg!! Come on!! You're so hell bent on fighting-then let's fight!! Come on bitch!!" Chris screamed. Goldberg leapt to his feet suddenly and speared Chris to the ground.

"Bill, stop!! Please, leave him alone!!" Stephanie yelled. She grabbed his arm and tried to pull him off of Chris. He shoved her away and she stumbled backwards. She fell and her head hit the ground extremely hard.

"BASTARD!!!" Chris screamed and threw Goldberg off him. He flipped up and tackled him to the ground, then began to lay hard punches into the man. He quickly got back up and went to check on Steph.

"Stephy, baby, can you hear me?" He asked her. She made no response. "Stephanie!?!" he screamed. Goldberg hit him in the back of the head and yanked him to his feet.

8:59 "You shouldn't play with fire, Chris. You're going to get burned." Goldberg said, holding Chris off of the ground by his shirt.

"Go to hell." Chris spat at him. Goldberg punched him square in the face, then rammed him up against the wall. He held him there by his throat, beginning to strangle him.

"You know Chris, there's a saying that I like to live with. What I want, I get. No questions, no bullshit. What I want I get." Goldberg said to him as Chris began to claw at Goldberg's fist.

9:00 "Let me put it to you this way, Chris. I want Stephanie."