(A/N) Hey guys. Finally got a chance to start writing again and this of course means that the story will be wrapping up soon. Just to refresh everyone's memory since it has been such a long time, Hunter has been killed by an enraged Batista who has lost the love of his life. Shawn Michaels is dead at the hands of Mysterio and Jericho and John and Torrie have made up and are very much in love again. By the way, when i say 5 years on...i mean 5 years from the incidents described in the previous chapter, just so there is no confusion. Not much more to say except thanks for all the support and I hope you enjoy the end of my story…

Chris got off the bus and into the glaring sun light which made him squint hard. The setting sun, more ferocious than ever. He pulled his cap over his eyes and walked down the sidewalk, sweat beading on his forehead. Ever since he had to sell his car to get out of jail, he had been taking public transport. But he didn't mind. Come to think of it, ever since that night, where he finally settled the beef he had with Shawn Michaels, a lot of things had changed. Some for the better, some for the worst.

He had to lay low for about one year, until that whole shooting outside Mark's house blew over. Then with the help of Detective Marcy, he had his name cleared for the attempted murder of John Cena. After selling all his clubs and his house, he was forced to take up a legitimate job, working construction for a small construction company. He moved into one of the various project housing districts in the Bronx and lived a simple, but hard life.

"At least it beats jail" he thought to himself as he reflected on his life. That last thought made him snap back to reality and to the reason he was standing in the middle of nowhere, facing a monumental structure, surrounded by barbed wire steel fences up to 40 feet high. It was anybody's guess, why Chris was standing in front of a New York State Penitentiary.

A guard standing at the entranced looked Chris up and down for a few seconds before asking him. "Can I help you sir?"

Chris stood in awe of the massive building. He didn't know why the building was having such an effect on him right now. He had been here before. Many times actually. But today was a special day.

"No I'm fine. I'm just waiting for somebody."

The guard thought no more of Chris and leaned back in his chair, twiddling his thumbs. Chris had his hands in his jeans. He thought of the many times he had been here to visit Adam and Mark. It was the least he could do for them after they sacrificed their freedom, so that he could get his revenge. Every time he thought about it like this, he felt sick. Sick at himself for allowing them to do such a thing. But today he felt no such feeling. In fact, today, he felt nothing. Indifferent. He expected to feel a sense of anticipation and excitement but it just wasn't there. He was in fact going to see his best friend face to face, without a two inch thick piece of fibre glass separating them for the first time in five years. But the past five years had gone by so quickly that he hardly even took notice of it. Maybe it was the stringent routine which he followed pretty much everyday, of waking up, going to work, and returning home dead tired which made the past five years of his life seem like nothing. It was a complete turnaround from his previous life in which every day was a different one. Or maybe it was the sudden change in lifestyle which made his new life seem surreal. There were a few habits which he brought with him into his new job. Being the top dog in his old job, he never had to take orders from anybody. But now, he was just a lowly worker, with his foreman dishing out orders left and right. Chris had been trying hard to shake the habit of talking back to his boss, but every now and again, his big mouth would get the better of him and his boss would dock a weeks pay for running his mouth.

Either way, the feeling of anticipation and excitement wasn't there.

The fact that he would have to wait another year and a half to see Mark in the flesh, took a bit of polish off this faithful day. According to Adam, Mark had another 18 months added to his sentence for kicking the crap out of another inmate because the guy accidentally knocked Mark's food tray off the table and refused to clean it up with his tongue upon Mark's request. But as Chris already found out for himself, 18 months can go by in the blink of an eye.

A smile slowly crept upon Chris' face as he saw Adam emerge from the jail. He was walking across the courtyard slowly but purposefully, and he too had a sly grin on his face. As reached the final barrier separating him form the free world, the guard who had spoken to Jericho earlier stood up. Without even looking at him, Adam handed him the release papers. He continued to look straight ahead at Chris. The guard skim read the paper and threw it on his desk in the guard house. He took out his keys, and opened the gate to allow Adam out. Adam stepped out of the prison and found himself in a bear hug from his significantly stronger than before best friend.

"Geez…You're crushing…me."

"Hahah." Chris laughed as he let him go. "What's the matter? Prison turn you into a pussy? I thought it was supposed to harden you."

"Yeah well. Maybe I'm not as much into male intimacy as you are." Adam joked.

"Oh? Some big beefy biker turn you into his new best friend in there?"

Adam just smiled. There wasn't anything in the world which could have brought him down from cloud nine at the moment.

"Hey the bus comes in five. We better start walking to the stop." Chris said, snapping Adam somewhat out of his bliss.

"Bus? Where the hell is my limo?"

Both men just laughed.

During the bus ride, they continued to joke around and laugh. Both were just happy to see each other again. Adam was on parole, so he would have to be back at the half way home before sunset. They had a few hours to spare, so Chris asked if they could make a pit stop somewhere, before going to the bar for a few drinks. Adam couldn't care less where they were going, so they both got off a few stops earlier than scheduled. As they walked along the deserted street, silence overcame both men. Adam realised where they were heading to and decided now wasn't a time to make a joke.

"How long has it been?" Adam finally asked somewhat sombrely.

"A long time. Just over six years I think." Chris replied. He looked at Adam. He showed distinct signs of ageing. His movements were slower. More deliberate. His face had aged years faster than it should have while he was in prison. His now short hair revealed the many stress lines on his forehead. He still looked the happiest he had ever been.
They reached their destination and Chris opened the small, rusty gate which had a sign on it that read 'Crescent Avenue Cemetery'.

Both men walked in and Adam shut the small gate behind him. They made their way in between the rows of head stones. Adam took his time to look around him. It wasn't a very classy cemetery. Bits of headstone lay strewn on the ground, litter everywhere. It was indeed a grim place, although all cemeteries are by nature quite grim. Chris on the other hand, took no time to take in his surroundings. He knew what everything looked like from his countless visits here. Instead, he walked on, focused on his target, which he knew the location of by heart.

Chris turned left, into another row of graves and Adam followed. Finally, Chris stopped in front of two, modest looking headstones. One read 'Lisa Caroline Thompson' and the other read 'Richard Taylor Jericho. Underneath their names were their dates of birth and dates of death. That was pretty much all of what was on the headstones of his late mother and brother. The flowers which Chris had placed on their graves a few months ago weren't there anymore. Either rotted away and taken by the wind, or stolen hours after he put them there. He didn't care.

"Oh god…" Chris broke down all of a sudden. This had only ever happened once before, at the actual funeral, but other than that, Chris had never cried while visiting his mother and brother.

Adam stood next to him with a look of pure pity on his face. He decided against physically consoling him as this was something Chris needed to face by himself. He needed to let go and he had to do that solo.

"I failed them Adam. I failed them both. I couldn't live up to my brother's expectations and I couldn't look after my own mother. I failed them. I'm a fucking failure." Chris' voice rose to a scream upon his last words.

"Don't say that man. You are far from a failure. Either way, you were going to disappoint one of them." Adam reasoned with Chris. Jericho was now drying his eyes. "You can't try and please everyone all the time. You'll drive yourself into the ground. As hard as it is for you to hear this… it's not about your mother, or your brother. It's about you. You gotta start living for yourself. Trust me Chris. Both of them, they are proud of you. I guarantee it. I'd bet my life, that they wouldn't have wanted anybody else to be their son or their brother. I'd bet my life."

Silence descended yet again, but this time, there wan no need for words to brake it. There was no uneasiness.

"I hope you are. I hope you are proud of me." Chris said quietly to his mom and Rick. "And I hope god has put you in a better place. A place of peace. A place of solace. And I'll be damned if I don't get to see you there. So that you can tell me in person, if you are indeed proud." Chris muttered his final words. He looked up and saw that Adam had wandered a few feet away. He was looking towards the entrance of the cemetary. Chris followed his eyes and saw what he was looking at. John and Torrie were coming into the cemetery. Chris walked up to Adam who was looking none too kindly at John.

"Hey. Go wait at the bus stop okay? I'll meet you there in five." Chris said.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I'll handle this."

Adam nodded without another word and walked off towards the gate. He passed John and Torrie without even a glance. Chris approached the couple slowly. The three of them came face to face.

"Hey Chris." John said.

(A/N) Wow. That was extremely hard to write. That's what a few months off does to yah. Geez that was crap. And don't any of you try and tell me otherwise cause then I'll know that you're just trying to be nice and I'll start to question all the other praises which you have heaped on me. Well, hopefully I've gotten the rust out of my system and I can make amends in the last two chapters…which should be coming soon so stay tuned!