Stephanie stared at her computer screen and sighed deeply, running her hand through her hair. She barely registered the knock on her door as Trish stepped in quietly. Trish looked at Stephanie then at the television behind her and stepped in, closing the door behind her and sitting down across from Stephanie, feeling her friend's tension. "Hey."

"Hey."

"You okay?"

Stephanie nodded slowly, spinning her chair to face Trish, but then sighed. "I'm screwing things up."

Trish frowned. "What're you talking about?"

Stephanie pointed to her computer screen. "We've lost at least ten people to ECW."

Trish's eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

Stephanie nodded. "And Kurt is one of them."

"No way!"

Stephanie stood up and walked up to her schedule board. "Yeah. One of my oldest friends betrayed me and is hightailing over to Heyman." Stephanie turned around. "You know, when my father created the branch, I thought it was part of our company."

"It is."

"Then how is Heyman able to steal it from us?" she demanded.

Trish shrugged. "I don't know. There must be something in the contract they've signed when Vince gave a percentage of the show over to Paul…"

Snapping her fingers, Stephanie nodded and walked out of the office. Trish blinked and shrugged as she turned her attention to the television and show John pinning Kurt in their match and winning. She smiled lightly. "Go John," she whispered.

Stephanie walked over to the backstage area near the gorilla and snapped her fingers at one of the crew members. "Hey, you."

He stood up straight from fixing the sound system and pointed his thumb in his chest. "Me?"

Stephanie nodded. "Yeah. I need you to run an errand," she said walking up to him. "Go to the aid office and call Peter Daly. Give him this fax number to my office and tell him I need a copy of the documents and contract for the deal with ECW between my father and Paul Heyman. Got it?"

He nodded and quickly took off. Stephanie pointed to other crew man. "You. Set up the Rock's entrance and my own."

"Yes Mrs. McMahon."

She turned to one of the security men as Dwayne and Steve walked up to her. "I need you to set up a flag on any ECW members and Paul Heyman. They might be planning to compromise the show. I want them taken care of."

He nodded and spoke on his radio, repeating the instructions, and went his own way. "What's going on?" Dwayne asked.

"You're going out there," Stephanie said bluntly, handing him a microphone.

He raised his eyebrows. "What?"

Stephanie glanced at the television and show that Kurt was holding a microphone in his hand as John took a spot in the corner of the ring, holding his belt tightly. "Kurt is with ECW."

Both men raised their eyebrows in surprise. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah.

Steve nodded at the monitor. "Is that what's going on now?"

They turned and heard Kurt yell, "Shut up! I have something important that needs to be said."

Stephanie rolled her eyes and turned back to the men. "You need to get out there."

Dwayne nodded. "Yeah, sure Steph."

Steve proceeded to walk out there, but Stephanie blocked his way. He shot her an annoyed look, but she ignored it. "I need you to do something else for me."

He raised his eyebrows.

John watched as Kurt paced the ring, getting annoyed at the crowds boos at him. "Shut up!" John just laughed and smiled as the fans only grew louder. "You know what?" Kurt yelled. "That's fine. It is. Because I will be getting the last laugh! I'm getting sick of being cast aside and disrespected in this company and by you people. Each and every one of you suck!"

"But that's okay," Kurt continued. "Because I'm done with this company," he turned to John and pointed at him, "I'm done with your 'fake' champion and I'm finished with the McMahon's."

The audience silenced and John turned as unfamiliar music was heard throughout the arena. John saw no one coming down the ramp and watched as the spotlight moved into the audience and Paul Heyman came over the barrier. John's eyes widened. Oh no… Paul smirked at them as he walked into the ring. John shifted his stance and narrowed his eyes at Paul as Kurt smirked and handed the mic to Paul.

"Well, well, Cena," Paul said, sizing John up. "Long time to see." John shook his head and stepped forward, but Kurt did as well. "Now, now John. Don't do anything stupid."

Something within John snapped. He rushed forward and grabbed Paul's hand forcefully before Kurt could react and raised the mic to him. "Stupid?" he echoed, filled with anger. "You're the one that's stupid, coming here on Raw singing the same old song. What do you think is gonna happen Paul? You think you'll be able to take over the show?"

Paul shook his head and tore the mic back as the fans booed loudly. "ECW isn't a WWE program. It's never been until Vince and his little slut of a daughter made it to be," he explained. "I'm taking the old ECW back!"

To John's amazement, fans actually cheered and few booed. He looked around to see the mixed reaction on some of their faces. Then the arena was filled with another's music. But one that he knew well. Dwayne came down the ramp and jumped into the ring and grabbed his own mic. "What the hell-?" Paul started.

Dwayne held up his hand and shook his head. "No, no. Don't say anything you big sausage." John chuckled and Paul yelled at Kurt to do something. "I don't know who you think you are to come on my show and talk all the bull crap you're talking. You obviously don't know what show you're on, do you? This isn't TNA. It's not UCF. It's not even Smackdown. You're on Raw!"

John nodded beside Dwayne as the ring shook slightly. He smiled as Steve crept behind Kurt. Dwayne smiled at him and pointed over his shoulder. The second Kurt turned, he was stunned. Reacting quickly, John dropped the title and lifted Paul on his shoulders. With the fans approval, John hit the F-U on Paul. Backing up, Dwayne ran at the ropes, using the extra speed, and stopped over Paul, then hit him with the People's Elbow. The fans cheers filled the arena, so loudly that John could barley hear himself think. Steve caught a beer in midair and opened it right over Kurt, spilling most of it on him, then drank it, throwing the empty can on Paul. John picked up the mic and his title and looked around at the cheering crowd, then down at Paul. "I only got a few words for you, Paul," John looked up, directly in the camera, "and ECW. If ya want some, come get some!"

He dropped the mic as his music hit and the trio left the ring with their hands held high and Paul and Kurt laid out in the ring.

As they walked backstage, they saw Stephanie on the phone, yelling at who ever was on the receiving end. Trish and Amy came to the guys and smiled at them. "That was great guys, really."

John shrugged. "It was nothing."

Steve nodded. "Yeah, if it were up to me, I would've ripped them apart."

"Well, it's not," Dwayne said, glaring at him.

"What I don't get is why no other ECW star interfered," Amy said.

John shrugged. "Maybe they weren't there."

Steve shook his head. "No, they had to be. No way would they let just Kurt and Heyman stand in enemy territory."

John watched Stephanie losing her temper and he turned to Trish. "Is she okay?"

Trish looked over at her best friend. "She'll be okay." She looked back at him. "She feels responsible. The whole business is falling apart while she's heading it. It won't exactly look very good in front of her father's eyes or the boards."

John nodded, understanding, as the others walked away, preparing to go home. He shook his head, unable to believe how quickly her mood could change. Did it even mean anything that they did? And if it did, what did it mean to her? To them? Even though he really wanted to talk to her, John decided it'll be best to just leave her and talk to Stephanie later.