Stephanie switched on the blow dryer and began to dry her hair. She smiled as she thought of her and John becoming an item. The more she thought about it though, the more worried she became over everyone's reaction. She didn't really know why because she didn't care what people thought. But it was nagging her on what her father's opinion would be. He never liked John and his gimmick in the beginning. Stephanie didn't know if her father even liked him at all or if he just liked him for the money he was bringing in. She and Paul had come to be a surprise to her family and friends but they managed to be a powerful couple that everyone eventually got used to. Until they started to fight a lot and go their separate ways in their careers and lives. Then it was ugly. Up until John, Stephanie had given up on finding love. Once you were with someone like Paul Levesque for as long as they were, it was hard to come back from that. She frowned as she shut off the dryer and unplugged it. As she walked into the common room, she heard banging on the door. She glanced at the alarm clock and frowned. It was nearly midnight; what did anyone want?

"Who is it?" she called out.

"Room service," a man's voice said after a long pause.

Stephanie frowned. "I didn't order room service."

Again, another long pause. "You are Stephanie McMahon, aren't you?"

Her frown deepening, Stephanie approached the door and looked through the peephole. The man's voice sounded familiar but his face was shielding from a hat and it looked like he was looking down so Stephanie purposely couldn't see his face. "I'm fine," she said, a little snappier than she attended to be. She watched as the man shifted, then looked up.

"My mistake," he said. "Sorry to bother you." Then he left. Stephanie sighed deeply and pressed her back against the door. She didn't know the kid at all. He was only in his early twenties and just doing his job. Probably new she thought. Boy did Heyman have her high strung. As she walked back in the room her cell phone rang. She picked it up and opened it, pressing it against her ear.

"Hello?"

She heard someone sucking in air and then heard, from a husky voice, "You're very pretty."

She slammed her phone shut and held it to her chest. She looked around and walked up to the window and looked out. She didn't know what she was looking for being on the tenth floor but she began to shake. Acting quickly, she grabbed her purse and keys and ran out of the hotel room.

As Stephanie ran downstairs in the lobby, she bumped into a man, causing him to drop his bags and give her a dirty look, "Hey!"

But she kept going, quickening her pace, as she hit the button on her keychain and her BMW beeped, flashing its lights. Stephanie opened the door and threw her purse in the passenger seat as her cell phone rang again. Starting the engine, she looked at the screen as it read, 'Unknown Caller'. She threw the phone next to the purse and slammed her door, putting the car into reverse and burning rubber as she switched it to drive and hauled ass out of the parking lot.

As she left the hotel area, another car, a black crown Vic, turned on its lights and followed her slowly.

John nodded his head and wrote down an address as he had his phone in between his cheek and shoulder. "Yeah, that's right," he said, "under Cena." He looked up as the hotel door clicked and Randy walked in, balancing pizza and beer in his hand as he kicked the door closed. "Yeah, thanks."

John hanged up the phone as Randy smiled at him. "The king of Pizza and beer has returned."

John shot him a look as he opened the pizza box and grabbed a slice. Sitting down, Randy threw him a beer, as he turned up the volume on the basketball game that was showing.

Randy sat in the other chair and laughed. "This is the life."

John raised his eyebrows. "Getting fat from eating greasy pizza and drinking beer?"

Randy nodded and looked at John as if he was clueless. "Yeah." John shook his head. "You know what just occurred to me?"

John popped off his beer cap. "No, what?"

"You're no longer single," Randy said disappointed.

"Jeez, be happier for me, will ya?" John drawled.

"Nah, I mean…we can never go to a strip club."

"Get a life man."

"I'm a celebrity," Randy said. "I don't need one."

John stood up making his way to the bathroom. "You mean you can't have one."

"Dude, you have power."

"What're you talking about?"

"Think what'll happen if you marry Steph," Randy said. "Not only will your bank account double, er, triple. But you'll have so many connections."

John walked back in the room and looked at his best friend. "You mean other than being the champ?"

Randy shook his head. "No, that's only one level."

John nodded, drinking his beer. "Right."

Randy looked at him seriously. "In all honestly though, you really need to give that belt. I need some gold in my life too." John rolled his eyes. "Especially because I'm single," Randy muttered.

Stephanie had no idea where she was going; but she knew she had to go away. She had bad feeling all night and now she was officially worried, and with good reason. She slowed the car down and rolled up to a red light. Coming to a stop, Stephanie noticed that there wasn't any traffic on the road. For the past five miles or so, she only saw about a dozen vehicles. She looked in her rearview mirror and saw a car approaching beside hers. The same car she saw several miles back. She turned and looked out her tinted windows to see the driver look at her, his window rolled down, as she looked at his black crown Vic. Feeling her stomach turn, she ignored it and faced the road again. That's when another black crown Vic pulled out in front of her, blocking her in slightly. Her eyes widened as she turned to her right and saw the driver pull out a gun and fire at her. The passenger window shattered and blew in the inside as she felt a sting in her arm. Acting on instinct, she slammed the car in reverse, burning the rubber off the tires and slammed it back into drive, turned the car to the left as the Vic's burned rubber as well and followed Stephanie as she sped the car up, using its V-8 engine to her advantage.

Seeing the two identical cars trailing her, Stephanie couldn't help but be grateful for Paul forcing her to watch all those car chasing movies. She never knew it'll come in handy. Jerking the wheel to the left, the car slid and entered an alleyway. It was no secret that she didn't know her way around town; seeing as WWE only came to the town three times in the past six years. Her effective BMW, shining in the moonlight, reached eighty miles as she sped out of the alley way and jerked the car to the left again. Still, the Vic's were behind her, closing in.

Looking around for the street signs, Stephanie found the entrance to the freeway and jumped on it, speeding up to a hundred and ten miles. As Stephanie kept it straight, one of the Vic's reached her speed and came on the side of her. He lifted his gun and fired, hitting everything but her or the windows. Stephanie jerked the car slightly and pressed on the gas harder. The Vic never stopped though as the driver jerked his car to the left and slammed into Stephanie's. She gripped the wheel tight; keeping it grounded on the road as the driver hit her again, but kept his car against hers and pushed it against the cement barrier. Stephanie leaned to her right as sparks flew on the driver side. Acting quickly, she turned the wheel hard to the right and slammed on the brakes. The Vic kept going as Stephanie slammed on the gas again and passed him.

Her sudden stop however gave the second car the time to catch up to her. He hit her from behind, lifting the car up in the back slightly. Stephanie began to lose traction as the car started to swerve. She moved to the right on the off ramp and slowed her speed. She turned to the right and sped up again, only to realize that they were entered a highly constructional zone. She cursed and looked in her mirrors seeing both pairs of the headlights behind her. She hissed in pain as she looked down at her right arm and saw it bleeding badly, soaking her sweatshirt as the blood began to soak the interior.

She suddenly leaned forward, seeing flashing yellow lights, and her eyes widened. Looking behind her, an idea suddenly hit her. She sped up even more; one of the Vic's creeping up to her going beside her once more. Once Stephanie hit the intersection, just before the dead end that lye in front of her, she slammed on the brake and pulled up her emergency brake. The car reacted, its tires locking as it slid on the road, creating a large cloud of burned rubber as the Vic hit the barriers and went over, splashing into the cold lake blow.

Seeing the second Vic come up, she put the car in reverse and began to speed going in reverse. The Vic turned and came head to head with her BMW. Stephanie looked forward and saw the driver grin at her, blowing her a kiss. Stephanie sneered and turned the car to the right suddenly as the Vic's tires screeched and the BMW spun around. Shifting into drive, she hit the gas again passed the Vic, turning back onto the main road. As she reached nearly one thirty, she saw a large tracker truck approaching the intersection; and he had the right of way.

Stephanie decided to take a chance and she pressed harder on the gas. The truck driver blared his air horn as Stephanie's car flew by him like lightning, just nearly missing him. Stephanie exhaled, letting out the breath she had been holding in, as she looked in her mirrors and saw the black crown Vic hit the tracker and blew up, metal and rubber flying in the air, caught on fire. She winced and began to slow down, fighting over whether she should stick around. Deciding against it, she continued to drive, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the wheel tightly.

Both guys were watching the basketball game when they suddenly heard a loud crash followed by yelling. Randy rolled his eyes. "You need to get better hotels," he muttered.

"No. This keeps my low profile," John said, never taking his eyes off the television.

"Whatever man." They heard banging on his door and both of them exchanged looks. "I answered it last time."

John shook his head and got up, groaning; as he threw open the door. His eyes grew wide as he saw Stephanie standing in front of him, her arm bleeding badly. "Stephanie?"

Hearing her name, Randy quickly got up and joined John at staring at her in disbelief. "My God, what happened?" Randy asked as John led her in.

"I'm sorry," she said weakly. "I didn't know where else to go…"

"Don't worry about it," John said.

Randy looked outside the door and saw Stephanie's car sitting out there, steam and a clear liquid pouring from the engine. He saw the window was blown out and several bullet holes were marking around it. He closed the door and locked it, putting the chain on, as John got some bandages to wrap Stephanie's arm.

"What happened?" Randy asked.

Stephanie didn't look up. "Someone chased me."

"Do you know who?" John asked as he wrapped her arm.

"I…" she breathed in deeply. "I think they were hired guys."

Randy's expression hardened as he muttered, "Heyman."

"What happened to the guys that were following you?" John asked.

Stephanie looked at him, her eyes boring into his as she replied, "They're dead."

Both John and Randy looked at each other as John stood up. "We need to get you to a hospital." Stephanie looked up at him. "You were nicked by what looks like a bullet or something," he explained. "You can bleed to death."

Stephanie nodded. "We need to hurry," Randy said. "If there are more out there, they can track down her car." John nodded in agreement as he grabbed his wallet and keys and they helped her out to his car.

Vince paced back and forth as they were waiting in the hospital room for the doctor to come back and release Stephanie. She was already sitting up and putting her clothes back on. "Steph, what're you doing?" her brother asked.

Stephanie shot him a look. "What does it look like?"

"The doctor said she'll release you after the tests."

"I didn't need any tests!" she snapped. "I got hurt, they patched me up, and I'm good to go."

Shane looked over at John. "You're her boyfriend, aren't you? Aren't you gonna stop her?"

John said nothing. He just leaned against the wall; his arms crossed, and stared at Shane. Shane shook his head and sighed, walked over to his mother, where she was looking at the pictures of the car. "My God, Stephanie," her mother whispered. Stephanie rolled her eyes as Linda looked up at her. "How did you ever manage to survive this?

"Why are you all making this out to be a huge deal?"

"Because it is," Vince said. "I swear to you, that bastard is going to pay. I'm gonna rip his fucking head off."

"No," Stephanie said. "We're gonna do this smart."

Vince stared at his daughter as she was crazy. "There's nothing to pin Heyman to this."

"I know, but us going insane and Rambo on him isn't smart," Stephanie declared.

Just then, Randy and Adam ran into the room and looked directly at Vince. "We got a problem."

"They're suing us?!?"

The McMahon's lawyer sighed and looked over at the handful of board members that made it over to Vince's executive suite. "Paul Heyman claims that he, and several wrestlers, has been mistreated while working under the WWE."

"How much are they suing for?" Linda asked.

"Twenty million dollars."

"What?" Vince nearly screamed. Stephanie and Shane winced at his voice as he pounded his hand on the table. "I knew this was going to happen. I fucking knew it!"

"That's not all." Everyone looked back up, with shocked eyes.

"What do you mean that's not it?" Stephanie asked slowly.

"It's not one case," the lawyer said. "There are five."

"Five?" Shane yelled.

Stephanie shook her head. "We can't fight five cases. It's impossible."

The lawyer nodded. "Which makes sense that they'll file the claims all at once." She looked around at everyone in the room. "They're looking to break you and this is a perfect way to do so."

"What're we going to do?" Shane asked. "Even we can't beat this."

Vince shook his head and looked at his family in all seriousness. "We have to make them drop the case."

Shane snorted. "And how the hell are we gonna do that?"

"Well first thing first," Linda said. "There's going to be a war of the fans. We have to get them on our side."

Stephanie nodded. "That will certainly make us look good."

Vince looked at his daughter. "You know what we have to do then, right?" Stephanie nodded slowly. "Are you okay with that?"

"Do I have a choice?" Stephanie scoffed.

"So it's settled then?" the board member asked.

"One more thing," Vince said looking back at his daughter. "I don't want you anywhere near an arena."

"What?" she screeched. "Why the hell not?"

"One, you're injured," he snapped. "And two, Heyman knows you got away. He'll be looking to get a chance to catch you again. I'm not risking your safety!"

"And I'm not sitting in the sidelines!" she shot back.

"Unfortunately, Miss McMahon," Sam, the eldest of the board directors said, standing up. "I have to agree with your father. Putting you back to work with everything going on is a liability."

Stephanie looked at him with shocked eyes. "And you all think this?" she asked, looking around the room. "You all think I'm useless now?"

"No Stephanie," Linda said quickly shaking her head. "Not useless…"

But Stephanie didn't want to hear anymore. She shook her head and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.