(A/N) WOW! Has it been a long frieken time or wat! Well I'm back with three whole chapters! Three chapters in three months…hehehe. Well I had a amazing time on holiday. For those of you in the southern hemisphere, I hope u had a good summer holidays as well. For the rest of you… well… I hope ur surviving in school or whatever you do. Anyway I won't ramble on much longer. You must be itching to get back into the story so I'll just recap what happened and let you get into it.

Basically Chris and John were fighting in the finals of Hunter's underground fighting tournament. Hunter found out that John used to be with Torrie and realized why John had been trying to get at Torrie… so naturally he flipped. Interrupted the match in the biggest anticlimatical fashion ever and beat the crap out of John. Chris tried to save John so he got the crap kicked out of him as well. Now they are both in hospital…

Enjoy the triple update.

"YOU SHOULD HAVE LET ME TEAR THAT MOTHER FUCKER APART!" Hunter roared. His three right hand men stood quite a distance back from their enraged boss. Hunter continued to pace around in his office. The crowd had died out in the club and workers were cleaning up outside.

"The next time John comes within 100 meters of Torrie, you call me. You got it?" Hunter said.

"Yes boss." The three men replied in unison. Hunter stopped at his desk to slam his fist down. He damn near made a hole in his desk as well.

"And that son of a bitch Chris needs to pay as well. He is just as guilty as John for sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. I'm sick and tired of waiting. I want to attack and attack now. We are going to go head on at both of them." Hunter said.

"Um… boss. I don't think that is a solid idea. If we go at both of them at the same time, they could overwhelm us." Ric said extremely cautiously.

"They could overwhelm us…" Hunter repeated in a mocking tone. "Look, don't give me that bullshit now Ric. I'm the boss. I make the calls. You just follow orders. Got it?" Hunter growled, staring menacingly into Ric's eyes. Ric bowed his head, unable to hold Hunter's glare for very long.

"Yes sir" Ric replied in a barely audible voice.

"Good. Now I don't want to see the incompetence shown by you and you and you ever again. Understood?" Hunter said, addressing each of them separately. However, he was looking more at Dave when he said it.

"Yes sir." The three of them said in unison.

John woke drearily, his eyes opening slowly but surely. It was an effort just to lift his eyelids. He scanned his surroundings. He was lying in a hospital room, a place he had gotten used to waking up in during the past few months. Adam got up from the sofa on his right and went up close to the bed. On John's left, already standing was Eddie and Rey. And at the back of the room, next to the door, Shawn was leaning against the wall, a peculiar smirk on his face.

Adam was the first to speak. "How are you?"

"Not too bad." John said with a grimace on his face.

"Man… Hunter really lost it…" Rey started, but was cut short by Eddie who elbowed him in the ribs.

"Hunter…" John muttered to himself. He was starting to re gather his memory, starting to recollect the previous night's events.

"Was it a no contest?"

"Yup." Eddie said.

"Damn it!" John exclaimed. "What about Chris? What happened to him?" John asked.

"Don't know. The paramedics on sight took him away after the match. Probably somewhere in this hospital right now." Edge replied.

"Why the hell did he go after Hunter?" John contemplated, utterly confused by Chris' actions last night.

The room was silent for a while. No one knew the answer to that question. Not even Adam. Then, Shawn spoke for the first time.

"He's a weird one…Chris is. Maybe he's planning something. Maybe he's trying to soften you up, before he delivers the killer blow." Shawn suggested. As he said this, Shawn and Adam locked eyes, both men realizing at that moment, the situation at hand. Adam was at the mercy of Shawn Michaels. The room went silent again, all of them thinking about what Shawn had just said. With the wry smile still on his face, Shawn stood up straight. "Well, I better head of to the club. Somebody has got to look after the business while you recover huh? It's a 24 hour a day job."

John nodded in agreement, as Shawn left the room. The other three men decided to stay talk out the rest of the night.

At the other end of the hall, Chris woke up all alone in his room. His whole body reverberated pain.

"JESUES CHRIST!" He screamed as he tried to sit up, but a searing pain shot through his abdomen.

A couple seconds later, a nurse bustled into the room.

"Don't try and move. You have got two broken ribs and a few torn muscles. You really did a job on yourself." The nurse said as she helped him into an upright position.

She then proceeded to refilling the liquid painkiller which dripped from an IFV into his hand.

"So what did you do to yourself?" The nurse asked, with a pleasant smile on her face. "Get into a fight or something?"

"Chris tried to think of an appropriate answer, but all he could come up with was, "Um… I fell off my bike."

"Must have been one hell of a crash."

"Yeah. I was going pretty fast."

"Well, no more daredevil stunts for you for a while. At least 6 months. A 8 to be on the safe side, but somehow, I doubt you are a person who likes to live on the safe side."

The nurse gave him another smile and turned to leave the room.

"Wait, don't go. Stay for a while will ya? I could use some company." Chris said. He was really feeling quite alone during the past few weeks. With Benoit recovering at home and Adam with his covert operation, it was times like these that Chris missed his mother and brother the most.

"If I didn't know any better mr…" The nurse checked her clipboard to learn the name of her patient. "Mr. Jericho, I'd say you are flirting with me." The nurse said with a slight grin on her face. "At least this guy was good looking." She thought to herself. A lot better than some of the patients who tried to flirt with her in the past.

"No no. No flirting. Just talking." Chris said.

"Alright. But only for a while, I have to do rounds in a half hour." The nurse said as she took a seat on the sofa at the side of the bed.

"So what's your name?"