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East Rutherford, NJ, 7pm est. Time-MCI stadium-Wednesday:

Shane made his way into the hotel with a weary expression on his face; it was just like Vince to throw over some last minute meeting! He sighed as he walked into the lobby where he was greeted by his sister, Stephanie.

"So, I see you finally made it," Stephanie commented as her eyes moved upon her brother, "it's about time!"

"Yea," he responded looking down at his watch with impatience, "mind telling me what this is all about?" He spotted his sister leading down the hall in a slick manner.

"Follow me, right this way…" just what his family was up to this time was beyond any reasoning with Shane. If this was just some cruddy meeting, however, he was going to be giving his father and sister a piece of his mind. But unlike all the other meetings that were held, this one seemed to have a different feeling to it. As if something was definitely wrong. He preceded his sister into the first private VIP room to their left, and was met with Vince, who was seen flipping through Shawn's well acclaimed book.

"Hello, Shane…..and look, you're just on time…" Vince gave another eerie grin, making his son rather upset.

"Dad, very funny….now will someone please tell me what on earth is going on?" he looked around the room and could tell just by the lack of lighting held within it, that his father and sister had been up to something. He placed his hand in his pocket as his father responded to his question.

"You see, Shane, there you go with your impatience…..just give me or should I say us…" He smiled as Candice walked into the room wearing nothing but a robe, "enough time to explain ourselves and then you will be sent on your way…sound fair enough?" Shane nodded his head, allowing his father to continue where he left off. "Very well then. You do know about the situation between Shawn Michaels and me, right?" Shane rolled his eyes in agitation; of course he knew how could he not? With all the times that his father had reminded him of it throughout the past week, it was any wonder why the information hadn't been literally drilled into his skull! "Well, as you might have heard, Shawn is getting what is coming to him. But I refuse to stop there….yea; he's going to be regretting ever stepping over the line with me….."

"Ok, dad, enough stalling already! Yea, I heard, the man is in the hospital due to Kurt slamming his head in….but please explain to me, why need to continue? He's already probably learned his lesson, and he probably won't do what he did ever again!"

"Yea, but as you already know all too well, probably-isn't good enough. At least not for me…."

"Well, damn it, it would be for me, see this is the difference between you and I, dad. You never give up! Here we are, and god knows what I am doing here! Hell, you told me to come, and for what? For you to tell me that Shawn is going to be regretting ever saying what he said? Huh, is that all? Because if it is-…" Stephanie suddenly grabbed his arm, shutting him up instantly. Vince then continued.

"Shane, shut the HELL UP! As I was saying…..you see I have Candice here, and she has allowed me to have her do a favor, an offer if you will….Candice," Vince ordered as he summoned her closer to his chair, "get out the camera….the professional one if you will?" Candice smiled gratefully as she pulled the camera out of her gym bag. She handed it over to Vince, while slipping back into the other secluded section of the VIP room. "You see this? This coming Saturday, Candice and Shawn are going on an expedition….and what I want you to do is, to carry around this camera, taking shots of them from afar…" Shane's face grew stoned as he looked at the camera in his father's arms….he knew all too well what this meant.

"NO! I absolutely refuse to do this, dad, what has Shawn ever really done to you? Dad, you know that Shawn doesn't deserve this!" Shane's voice went hysterical as his father just sat there, tossing down some vodka calmly; as if nothing was wrong. Stephanie then attempted to reassure her brother.

"Shane….you know that what Shawn did was wrong, and was disrespectful to our father…"

"And you think that this is going to make matters any better? You're going along with DAD on this?"

"Shane-listen..."

"Listen my ass! You know, you two are so much alike, most times, I am sorry for even being included in this family! And right now, I feel so damn disgraceful! How dare you do this!"

"Listen to ME SHANE!" Vince suddenly ordered amongst the chaos in the room. "Either you do this for me, or you can kiss your job within this very company and family good bye!"

"Oh, so now I have a job within this family now? Oh how nice of you dad! And what if I do this for you? What will I get in return? And let me tell you, it better be good!" Shane saw his father once again gaining an evil grin, making him think twice before saying another word…..now he knew what ever this offer was going to be, he wouldn't be able to pass up for anything else in the world.

Hospital in East Rutherford, 8pm est. Time:

The doctor just finished his rounds for the evening when Ric Flair came into the lobby room of the hospital. Recognizing the wrestler off of the television, he approached the man silently.

"Is there anything I could do for you, sir?"

"Oh, yes, doc," Ric commented as he stepped forward, "would there happen to be a Shawn Michaels in this facility? I heard he might be here, and I happen to know him quite personally, that is why I am asking?" The doctor peered through his clipboard to check over the list of names, and in no time flat nodded his head in recognition.

"And you would be?"

"Ric, Ric Flair…"

"Oh yes, right this way…." Ric was led to room #111 of the hospital where he saw Shawn attached to a bunch of tubes and on an oxygen tank. He nodded in seclusion as he walked inside the room with his hands behind his back.

"Hey, buddy…..can you hear me, Shawn? It's me, Ric…" He saw his friend open his eyes slowly and began to sit down in the pink leather chair right beside the bed.

"Hey, Ric….." Shawn sighed as he attempted to open his eyes more, but the bruises around them prevented him from doing so. "So, you saw what that scum bag did to me?"

"Yea, unfortunately, and don't worry, that bastard is going to pay, whether he likes it or not!" Ric finally responded as he looked at Shawn sorrowfully. "Look, your wife called the arena earlier today, and I told her what had happened….she should be here within the next several days…." He heard Shawn breathing heavy as he attempted to say something….his throat seemed so dry it was no wonder why he could barely talk above a whisper.

"Hopefully I will be out of here by then…."

"You should be….doc says you should be feeling alright by tomorrow sometime…but yet again we'll just see."

"Ric" he said as he turned his head ever so slightly, "as you know, I have my faith to guide me and I have said this many a time before, God works in mysterious ways….trust me, if the lord wants me to, I will be out of here…don't worry…." Shawn then closed his eyes once more and fell into unconsciousness. It almost hurt Ric to see his friend battered and bruised like that, but maybe Kurt will get what was coming to him, since after all, he was scheduled to fight him in less than 24 hours at yet another house show. Ric patted the show stopper's hand and made his way out the room door, just wondering to himself what Shawn had personally done wrong to deserve this kind of treatment.

Please R&R! I know this was a short chapter but right now I am also reading a book so I have busy with that as well. More coming soon!