Kurt had just got done talking to the show stopper in the locker room, and now he was going to do what he was ordered to do earlier: fill in Vince McMahon on the fresh details of what Shawn had just told him. Although it didn't necessarily go as planned, it was better than nothing. Without hesitation, Kurt knocked on the boss's office door.

"Come in..." Vince's voice called from inside. Kurt walked inside to discover the boss sitting at the huge mahogany desk filing paper work-or what he assumed was paper work. "Oh, Kurt, so you did what I asked of you earlier, right?"

"Yes I did, Mr. McMahon..." Kurt sighed as he knew the boss wasn't going to be getting the best of news. His plan hadn't exactly worked after all. "But, there is a slight problem?"

"Well, what? Did Shawn finally say something he shouldn't have? Come on, Kurt; tell me...unless you screwed up somehow?"

"It's not that, but I am afraid that he didn't necessarily go for the bait ...you see..." He saw the boss stand up right in front of him, causing his face to grow rather pale.

"What do YOU mean; he didn't fall for the bait? I told you Kurt, he shouldn't have known what you were up to...so I take it, that you screwed up? Well let me tell you something!-I-"

"No, it's not that, really, I guess he just didn't really reveal what you said he would...you wanted him to say something incriminating...well, he didn't necessarily do that...I donno, I guess he is just too slick for that I suppose..." He expected the boss to begin a choke slam on him, but instead, the boss's grim expression suddenly lightened up out of the blue. It almost seemed as if he was getting a cruel idea...and little did Kurt know, he was correct.

"You know, it doesn't really matter what he said, because you just gave me a brilliant idea!" Kurt watched his boss practically drool on the floor. "YEA! I got an excellent idea; say if you do something for me, I will do something for you, ok? How does that sound?"

Kurt smiled with glee. "It would be a pleasure, sir!" "Alright...say if I have you do me a favor ...I will bring you over to smack down, and make you champ, that's if you can do this for me..." "Oh ABSOLUTELY! ANYTHING!"

"I want you to injure Shawn so badly, that he wont be able to make it to the Royal Rumble! Yea...that's it...break his ankle! Make him suffer! Hell, make him bleed so bad that he won't be able to stand up! Hahahaha!"

"Are you serious? Hehe...you're kidding right?" The Olympian asked as he stood in front of the desk.

"YOU DAMN RIGHT IM SERIOUS! say this coming Tuesday...I want you, to make him pay...I want him to suffer for what he said to me...and for doing this favor...you will indefinitely be crowned New Heavyweight Champion...sound like a deal...?" Vince extended his hand...he half way thought that Kurt would refuse...due to admiration, but with surprise...he smiled and shook his hand gracefully.

"Damn right, McMahon...you got yourself a deal! How do you want it done...?" Vince's face lit up as he described all the gruesome details for their manipulating plan to rid of the show stopper for good...

Meanwhile: San Antonio, TX

"Where is his cell phone? He isn't answering his hotel phone, I wonder why..." Rebecca Hickenbottom said to herself as she tore through her desk drawer, trying to find her husband's portable cell phone number. Finally after three solid minutes of searching through the notes and papers stuffed within the drawer, she found the slip of paper with the new cell phone number scribbled on its lines. Quickly, she picked up the phone lying next to her bed, and dialed the numbers. "Hello, Shawn?"

"Hey hunny...how are you? How are the kids?" Shawn's voice answered back. Rebecca sighed with relief; it was so good to hear her sweetheart's voice once again.

"Oh, I'm doing just fine, the kids are asleep...finally, peace and quiet, and they miss you terribly...especially Cameron...he wishes you were home..."

"Yea...I know...I miss the kids and you so much...I wish I was at home...but hey, I have to do what I have to do, right?"

"Yea...hey, I was watching you tonight, and I was just wondering...is this thing between you and Vince just a storyline?"

"Uh...I really don't know, I wish I did...but he's not telling me one way or the other...I guess he's just going along with it as we go on...I really don't know..." Rebecca listened in as her husband's voice seemed to break up a little...she knew this had to be getting to him one way or the other, regardless if it was fake or not.

"Wow, I don't know what to say...maybe you should have just stayed backstage..."

"I tried that, but he told me, 'come on out, we have a storyline to tell...and this one's just a classic!' You know, the same old, same old. Only this time, I have no idea why he chose me...he knows for a fact Bret is never coming back..."

"Yea, so I have heard all over...when are you going to be able to come back home?"

"As soon as this storyline is finished, I will try to make some way to get time off, but for right now, Vince is demanding that I stay around...I'm sorry...I love you sweetie..."

Rebecca almost felt like crying right there. She had missed her husband so bad, that it was almost killing her inside. But she didn't want her husband to know how she felt, so she slowly exhaled to prevent any tears from falling. "I miss you too; honey...just try to stay safe alright...and we miss you..." She whipped her cheek as a single tear fell down. She kept her voice to a bare minimum, but somehow, her husband caught her.

"Oh, please don't cry...I will be home soon, I promise..." "Alright...well, good night...sweet dreams..." Rebecca couldn't stand it, she just hung up the phone without letting Shawn get in another word. She thought it selfish...but she would have broken down if she remained on the phone one second longer. After the conversation was complete, Rebecca placed the slip of paper on her desk and crept under the covers...just praying for her husband to come home sooner, rather than later...

Meanwhile, back at the arena:

Vince filed through the final pieces of paper that lay upon his desk right as the clock struck 12 am. All this paperwork of course, was to sign on some released talent over to OVW...the territory advancement for the WWE inc. Vince finally was able to recline in his chair and slip into deep thought...something he hadn't been able to do for the past few hours, to say the least. There he was, all alone in his office...it didn't really bother him, in fact, he liked the peace and quiet...it gave him time to think of some of the craziest storylines at times of need. And this time was no exception. Peering at the few papers in front of him, he suddenly came up with an idea...

'Shawn might think he's going to get out of pushing the envelope with me this time...but he should just wait...he'll get what's coming to him.' With that thought in mind, he glimpsed at the manila folder sitting directly in front of him, and tried to think of an alternative way to make Shawn suffer the consequences for his actions; given that if Kurt fails at his mission. He suddenly came up with a plan...he thought of Candice Michelle, one of the divas that worked for him, and thought of how convincingly tempting she could be to someone who hasn't seen his wife in so long. Then a plan struck him. He picked up a portable cam corder -if he ever carries one of those- and peered into its view finder. 'This is an excellent idea', thought the Chairman as he laid back and looked through the lens, 'if Kurt doesn't injure him physically, why not get to him emotionally...yea...?' He then saw a copy of Shawn's new autobiography and decided to look inside...particularly at one specific chapter...Rebecca...he then smiled as he slammed the book abruptly...'Genius!' He thought to himself...'absolutely genius...!'

Author's Note: Sorry for such a short chapter. More coming soon!