In the Hospital: Five Minutes Later:

As Flair left the room, Shawn then rested his eyes and fell into a deep Trans. Once he was engulfed by the silence in the room surrounding him, he thought he heard the door open and the clicking noise of someone's shoes coming closer to him. He opened his heavy eyes, and saw it was Stephanie standing in front of his bed with her hand on her hip tapping her shoe.

"What are you doing here, Steph?"
"Poor Shawn, poor, poor Shawn!" She commented as she opened the curtains where the bright moonlight came flooding in through the window. "You know Shawn you never ever disagree with a McMahon, its career ending, ya know ..." she said as she gained a serious facial expression. "It's about time the always lucky Shawn got his, not feeling so lucky anymore are you?"

Shawn turned his head and tried to reach for the call button to call a nurse down. Steph walked toward him and took the calling device out of his weak, shaking hand. "What's the matter Shawn? I won't bite! I ain't the one to worry about ... I just came her to give you a fair well good bye kiss ... You know me and hunter like to always sell the deal ... with a kiss.." she then kissed Shawn then walked out through the doorway. "Good luck Shawn, you'll be needing it!"

She closed the door and walked off.
"Hunter, time to go!" She ordered her husband as Shawn spotted him standing near the doorway in sheer silence.
Leaving the injured Shawn Michaels there alone in the hospital, she and Triple H proceeded to drive off to the McMahon mansion in Greenwich.

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Shawn then opened his eyes once again only to see his hospital room once again. 'It was all just a dream? Wait a minute….what on earth-…?' as he tried to get up, he felt his head shred with pain to the point where he felt like his skull would explode at any given second. It's just the anesthesia, he thought as he closed his bruised eyes, and it will all be over once I get myself out of here. He then fell back into unconsciousness, having the feeling that this was only the beginning.

Meanwhile, Hotel in Eastern Rutherford, 11:45pm est. Time:

Shane entered his room with a purpose…what his father had given to him inside the suitcase he held within his very arms was just unimaginable! He had to look inside once more just to be sure he wasn't dreaming; the lid was lifted and still contained inside was $10,000 wrapped in cases of single hundred dollar bills. His mouth watered at the sight before him….now he was pretty sure that he had made the right decision. And hopefully, Saturday came sooner, rather than later.

MCI Stadium, 12am est. Time:

Carlito was collecting his belongings when he spotted Ric Flair making his way into the locker room.

"Hey, Ric, nice job tonight! You killed him out there!" Of course he had been referring to Kurt Angle….who had to be checked on by a medic backstage, he was bleeding so badly. Ric, finally after a few moments, let out some laughter in approval.

"Yea, I guess I did do some justice tonight, didn't I?"

"What do you mean? What justice? Hehe, you are really funny, Ric, you know that?" It wasn't until then that Carlito took notice of Ric's rather grim expression as he stood there, peering into his locker blankly. "Ric, is something wrong? What, was it something I said?"

"Well, yes and no….you haven't heard what happened to Shawn, tonight at all, have you?" But right before Carlito could answer, Chris Masters and Tyson Tomko made their way into the room. "Oh, hey guys….what's up?"

"Nothing….hey, you heard about Shawn right?" Chris answered back. Carlito stood there in silence as he attempted to listen in on the conversation, hoping it would answer his own questions for him.

"Yea….I did, Shawn didn't deserve that….why Kurt attacked him like he did was and still is beyond me! But he paid tonight for sure, and that's what counts! Shawn would have loved it!" Ric replied as his eyes misted with tears.

"Oh my goodness! Are you serious, Kurt…..and Shawn?" Carlito intervened. So that was what had happened! Wow, Kurt got what was coming to him after all! Not thinking, Carlito zipped up his gym bag and headed out the door, but not before telling the other guys to watch their backs…god only knew what Kurt would be capable of once he became well once again.

Author Note: Thanks to all who commented on this story so far! And my thanks especially goes out to my friend, Amanda for coming up with the concept for Shawn's dream! Keep reading on, and please R&R! Thanks!