Just stepping out of the shower, Dave threw the towel around his shoulder as he walked into the bedroom of the hotel, to see Stephanie pacing the floor, her cell phone to her ear. She took one look at Dave before pressing a button and bringing the phone back up. Dave's guess was that she was checking her voicemail.

"Any luck?"

Stephanie rolled her eyes, hitting the same button again, deleting the message, just to listen for more. "I have like, fifty messages."

Dave whistled in surprise and opened a drawer, taking out his Rolex, and slipping it on as Stephanie continued to listen to her voice messages.

"What the fuck was that stunt last night, Stephanie?" he father screamed. "I-I don't understand…"

"Steph," Chris's voice. "I guess there was something you weren't telling me…"

"Look, despite Dad swearing that you're not part of the family anymore," Shane, "I just thought you'd want to know that Marissa woke up. It was briefly…but she did…"

"Randy suffered a concussion, Bobby a broken nose, Michael had internal bleeding…"

"Steph…it's John." Stephanie froze. "I uh…" He chuckled on the other line. "It would probably be an understatement if I told you that I was surprised. I mean…you and Dave. And…not just that…but, betraying everyone. You know…I could've sworn that not too long along you were working on your relationship with your family and eager to become a face again…to have fans. But…you're working with Heyman? …I guess all that shit about us and this big plan to bring him down was just bullshit?" Stephanie sank down to the bed and wiped the tears from her eyes as she listed to the message. "I miss you. I swear I did and I know we had a little disagreement before but…it's just the bumps in the relationship. But this Stephanie…I don't know anymore. I just…I'm hoping it's not real. I really am. If it's not…I'm hoping you'll call. I'll uh…be watching next week. Both shows…"

End of message. To save…

Stephanie closed the phone and sighed. Dave, seeing Stephanie upset, threw down the towel and sat down next to her.

"You alright?"

Stephanie snickered. "How can you ask that?"

Dave sighed. "Come on, Steph. You had to see this coming." She shook her head, burying her face in her hands. "This'll work out…all we have to do is play it out."

"And what if it doesn't?" she said, looking at him.

"Well…then I just committed career suicide and you just lost the people you care most about." Dave wrapped a comforting arm around her and added, "We both did."

Stephanie and Dave, the WWE belt slung around his shoulder, walked into Heyman's office. As they did, Heyman stood up from his desk and immediately shook Dave's hand and then Stephanie's.

"Well, Princess…I have to admit," Heyman said. "I didn't think you'd be able to pull it off but you and David make one hell of a team."

"Yes, well, easier said than done," Stephanie said, passing Dave a look.

"The media is raving!" Heyman exclaimed. "You dealt WWE quite a low blow. It's biggest star signing with ECW, capturing the WWE title to claim it as an ECW title and the boss's daughter was behind it the whole time! What a headline!"

"I think you're blowing this out of water, Paul," Dave said coolly.

Heyman raised an eyebrow and gave Stephanie a look, to which she only shrugged. "How so?"

Dave glanced at Stephanie before turning to Heyman. "This all happened last night. Not everyone has let it sink in. There's still a contract out there for the WWE with my name on it."

Heyman slowly sat back down and pondered the thought. "So, that means Vince still has you in chains."

"Well, not entirely," Stephanie said earning a curious look from Heyman. "We can use it to our advantage."

"How?"

"Well, since Dave was injured, and the draft has passed, his name was put under contract, but no brand."

"So…he's either Raw or Smackdown?" Heyman asked.

"Technically, yes," Stephanie said. "Monday night, my father will go out and demand an explanation. He will then inform us that Dave is still under contract. What we'll do is rip up the Raw portion of the contract and tell him that Dave is still under contract with Smackdown and has a title cause in his contract. He'll then challenged Edge for the title, win, and…"

"We'll have all three titles…" Heyman finished, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Yep," Stephanie said. Both her and Dave looked at each other, then at Heyman, and smiled.

"He is such an ass," Stephanie sneered.

Dave chuckled, earning a glare from Stephanie, before he only shook his head and watched the road as Stephanie jumped the highway.

"I can't believe the ego of that man," she continued. "He's a manic!"

"Well…he's Paul Heyman," Dave chuckled.

"Seriously…why would you try to kill your competition?" she demanded.

"You know who you're asking, right?"

But Stephanie ignored him. "You know he's been keeping taps on us, right?"

Dave nodded. "Kinda figured that out. The whole, 'keeping the image thing with us' up."

"Then he hires people to follow us…"

"He is crazy," Dave agreed.

"I am dreading next week," she whined.

"All you have to do is remember why you're doing this," Dave reminded her. "Just…drive forward and we'll get this over with."

Stephanie shook her head. "Still…I have a feeling that he has something up his sleeve. And it's not good."

"Well," Kurt said as he took a seat across from Heyman. "She did what she said she would."

Heyman nodded. "Yeah…but she's up to something."

Kurt frowned. "What makes you say that?"

"Because I know Stephanie," he sneered. "The fact that she betrayed her boyfriend, her family, and everything she grew up with and around just proves that." Kurt watched as Heyman picked up the phone and grinned to himself. "Tony…its Paul. You tracking Stephanie McMahon? Yes…good. Tell your team Monday is a go."

Hanging up the phone, Kurt watching him carefully. "What's Monday?" he asked.

"Stephanie's judgment day."