Disclaimer: Check back to the first chapter. Basically the only things that I own are Kira and Phil.

Randy Orton was getting ready to be interviewed by Christy Hemme. The crowd (especially the women) cheered as they saw him on the screen. Randy flashed his trademark smile as Christy winked at him. "So Randy, I just want to say, good luck in your match tonight against Batista."

"Why, thank you, Christy."

"You're welcome. So, how are you feeling for your match tonight?"

"I'm feeling great. You see, I may have taken a beating from Evolution last week on Raw. I may have taken a Batista Bomb and Pedigree from both of them, but I am still here. And once I beat Batista, Triple H, your title is mine.

You see, Triple H, I have beaten you before and as of lately, your record against me hasn't been that great. So what is it telling you? It is telling you that the title around your waist or on your shoulder, whichever it is, will soon be mine. Once I nail Batista with the RKO, you will be next. And the next Heavyweight Champion will be me. RKO."

The crowd yelled along with him as screamed as he left the screen. "Well, JR, even though Orton talks a lot of talk, I still have my money on Batista."

"I don't know, King. Randy Orton has a fire in his eyes and I think that Triple H's title reign might be coming to an end."

Chris Jericho ran down the ramp into the ring after his theme music plated. He grabbed the mike from Lilian Garcia. "Edge!" he yelled. "I am tired of you going on and on about how you deserve this title shot that Orton is getting tonight. Well, I am going to shut you up and prove that finally, I will get my shot at what I deserve. Edge you are-"

Edge's theme music plaed through the arena as he ran down the ramp. As soon as he slid under the pottom rope, Jericho was on him. Jericho never gave Edge the chance to gain momentum. Jericho threw him against the ropes and drop kicked him as he came flying back at him.

Edge fell to the mat like a ton of bricks. Jericho first went for the cover then put the Walls of Jericho on him. Edge first writhed in pain trying to get out of it. Then he eventually tapped out and Jericho let go. Jericho sauntered up the ramp with a smile on his face as he had proved a point.

Inside of Kira's and Phil's locker room, Phil was sitting on the couch playing on their Playstation 2. "Where is dad?" Kira asked.

Phil pointed towards the bathroom. "Is he using it?" Phil didn't reply. "Is he getting ready?" Phil shrugged. "Are you going to say anything besides grunting and using body motions? Nevermind."

Kira walked to the door and knocked on it. "Dad! I spoke to Mick. You should go talk to him."

Kira sat down next to Phil on the couch. She took the second player controller and played against her brother. The bathroom door opened and their father stayed out of view. "Are you going to see him?" Kira asked. Kira and Phil looked at their father. "Okay. We'll stay out of trouble."

King spoke up with an optimistic smile on his face. "Maybe we will finally see who the mystery father is," King said.

Mick Foley was in his locker room and someone had just entered before him. The door closed before anyone was able to see who the mystery person was. "King, I don't think that it will be any time soon," JR replied.

Any guesses? All will be revealed in about two or three chapters...