"Their WWE title is vacant now," Heyman said as he sat down on his couch in his fancy lodge. Standing across from him, leaning against the wall, Stephanie nodded.

"Yeah," she said, partially annoyed since Heyman had not dropped the subject since Monday night.

He narrowed his eyes. "And you expect me to believe that you had no influence in Cena, at all?"

Stephanie sighed, rolling her eyes. "I never denied it while at the same time I never told John to do that."

Heyman shook his head. "I'm having a hard time understanding your reasoning behind this."

"What is so hard?" Stephanie asked, losing her patience. "The WWE title is now vacant. My father will have to schedule a match next Monday between several of the stars to that the title does not stay vacant."

Heyman nodded, following along. "Right…"

"Well, I know for a fact that you have Huffman signed to ECW," Stephanie told him. Heyman's eyes widened slightly, surprised. Stephanie bit back a smile. Gotcha.

"Your point?"

"I can rigger the outcome draft for the title and get Booker in. From there, it's up to him to win the title."

"And if he does then he comes to ECW," Heyman said, catching on. Stephanie smirked and nodded. "I love it," Heyman exclaimed. "Brilliant."

"He's a fucking moron," Stephanie scowled as she drove her car down the highway.

On the other line, Paul laughed. "What did you expect, Stephanie?"

She shook her head, sighing, and looked in her rear view mirror. "I don't know but I honestly thought that over the years he'd get smarter."

Again, Paul laughed. "Did you ever watch Smackdown after you left?"

"No."

"Well look in the archives," he said. "Then you won't be so surprised."

Stephanie laughed. "Okay, listen, I'm coming up to my brother's house now. I'll give you a call back."

"Alright," Paul said on the other end. "Be careful."

Stephanie smiled as she reached for the phone. "You know me."

As she pulled off the highway, Stephanie drove another two miles before she made another turn and went down a private road. When she reached the neighborhood, she slowly drove up to her brothers three story house and pulled into the driveway, parking her Mercedes next to the white Lexus sitting in the driveway. As she stepped out, she looked at the car, and then at the house, figuring that Marissa was home and Shane was out.

As she walked up to the front door, reaching for the doorbell, she noticed that the door was slightly open. Bending down, she touched the knob lightly and the door creaked open. Creasing her eyebrows, she inaudibly slipped in and looked in.

"Marissa?" she called out, shutting the door slowly and looking around.

Not hearing either of the two kids or Marissa, Stephanie frowned and walked up the stairs. Once she hit the landing, she looked to her right, swearing that she had heard whimpering. Moving towards the sound, she looked in one of the boys rooms and saw that it was tore up. She looked around to see the television had been thrown off the stand and smashed on the floor. The bed was turned upside down and the dresser flipped over and clothes and toys scattered about. Beginning to get worried, she quickly left the room and ran into the master bedroom. Hearing the soft weeping, Stephanie entered the room, but saw no one. Moving to where the balcony glass window was, she saw Declan holding Kenyon in the corner, crying. Her frown deepening, she knelt next to the boys and looked at them.

"Are you okay?"

Slowly, Declan nodded as his brother continued to cry. "What happened?" Stephanie asked.

"Mommy," Declan said. Stephanie frowned. The young boy pointed towards the bathroom as Kenyon sobbed louder.

Looking over the bed, she gave the boys one last glance, before getting up and moving to the bathroom slowly. Her heart pounding in her chest, she slowly opened the door to the bathroom and gasped, all the color draining from her face.

"Oh god," she cried, covering her mouth with her hands.

"Please tell me that you have some kind of master plan," Randy said to his best friend.

John just shook his head. "Nope."

Randy sighed, shaking his head. "You're a fucking idiot."

John laughed at the comment. "When the time comes, you'll understand."

"Why are you being so cryptic?" he asked in a sharp tone. "What is it that's so top secret that you and Steph can't tell me?"

John shrugged. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Randy shook his head. "I hate you."

Adam and Amy pulled into the restaurants parking lot where they were to meet Trish, Randy and John. "I just can't believe him," Adam was saying.

Amy rolled her eyes. "How much more are you going to go on with this?"

Adam looked at his girlfriend as they walked inside. "Are you telling me that you're not surprised? At all?"

She shrugged. "I'm saying that you guys are making it out to be such a big deal."

"Because it is!" Adam cried. "He's been a champ for so long…you don't just give it up."

"You all told him that it was time to let others get a shot though," Amy reminded him.

He shook his head and greeted John and Randy as Trish walked in. After their greetings, they ordered a table, and all got comfortable. Amy and Trish sat next to each other, Amy next to Adam, Adam next to Randy, and John in between Trish and Randy. They made their orders and took up light conversation.

"So, how are things with you and Stephanie?" Amy asked John.

He took a sip of his water. "Um…I don't think we're together anymore."

"What?" Trish asked, clearly shocked.

John nodded. "Yeah. I haven't spoken to her in awhile and Vince pretty much made his opinion clear to us."

"Geez," Amy garbled.

"But, I don't know," John said. "I mean, technically, I no longer work for Vince, or the WWE, but Stephanie is so obsessed with taking down Paul…"

"What're you gonna do?" Adam asked.

"Probably go back home for awhile," John answered. "Let things cool down and give Steph the space and time that she needs."

Trish nodded, rubbing his back to comfort him. "I think that's not a bad idea."

Randy shook his head. "I don't know. Wouldn't it be better if you were around?"

"Why?"

Randy shrugged and leaned back in his chair. "Well, I mean with things getting violent, I wouldn't just leave. Especially because Stephanie is a target."

"She doesn't work for her father anymore," John reminded him. "Even if I didn't leave, I can't be around her twenty four seven. You know how Stephanie is with bodyguards."

"But you're her boyfriend," Amy reminded him.

Slowly, John shook his head. "I don't know about that anymore."

As Shane sped towards his house, he slammed on the brakes seeing all the cop cars and ambulance in his driveway. Shutting off his car, he quickly jumped out and looked around in alarm. He noticed that Marissa's car was still there and beside it was Stephanie's. He rushed up to the door but an office blocked his path.

"Sorry, but you can't go in."

"I live here," Shane said, pushing his way in.

As he walked in, he saw many of the men looking around. Hearing voices upstairs, he ran up the stairs and into his bedroom, where he saw his two sons sitting on the bed, playing their video games. His eyes switched to Stephanie and his throat suddenly became very dry. Stephanie's face was pale, drained of color. There were dark circles under her eyes and her shirt and hands were covered in dried blood. She had evidently been crying for a long time before Shane had gotten there.

"What happened?" he managed to ask.

His sister only shook her head as more tears fell down her face. "Shane," she whispered.

The tone in her voice scared him to death as he walked further in the room. "What happened?" he asked again, more sternly. He walked over to his sister and looked at the Detective who was taking her statement. He looked in the bathroom and his eyes widened. The whole floor and shower was filled with blood. His eyes snapped at his sister. "Where's Marissa?" he asked painfully.

She looked at him wretchedly. "They took her to the hospital," she said delicately.

Without vacillation, Shane ran out of the room and down the stairs, outside, ignoring Stephanie calling his name. As he ran to his car, he ignored his parents, who began to ask him what was going on. Instead, he jumped back into his car and sped off.

As Vince and Linda walked into the house, they saw Stephanie walked down the stairs with Declan's hand in hers and carrying Kenyon in her other arm. "What happened?" Linda asked her daughter softly.

Stephanie shook her head and bit back a sob as she put Kenyon down. "Go ahead and get in my car," she told the boys. Declan nodded and grabbed his brother's hand, leaving the adults.

"Stephanie…"

She shook her head. "I came here to go out to lunch with Marissa and the boys," Stephanie began to explain. "And when I got here, the door was open. I went upstairs and the boys were huddled in a corner, crying, and Declan pointed to the bathroom." She began to cry and shook her head slowly. "There was so much blood…"

Vince cursed under his breath as Linda squeezed his hand. "Is she…?"

"I don't know," Stephanie alleged. "I'm going to take the boys to Chris's house since he's here with his parents," she told them. "Then I'm heading to the hospital."

Vince nodded. "Alright, we'll go there now."

Before they turned around, Stephanie grabbed her father's arm, stopping them. "Dad…" He grabbed her and hugged his daughter tightly. "You don't think…"

He shook his head. "I don't know," he admitted. "But none of us is safe right now."