Later on...

"No, this can't be… it's not true. It's impossible!" Chris was shivering, sitting on the edge of a bench in the locker room to the arena gym, a blanket wrapped around him.

"Search your feelings, you know it be true."

"What?" The pale Chris glanced up slightly.

"I said, I think you're making a big deal out of things." Kari handed him a hot mug of coffee to calm his nerves.

"Oh." Chris shook his head, he had been hallucinating. "I think it's making me literally sick." He eyed up at Kari who was staring back down at him, arms folded, and lowered her eyes into a frown. "Uh, oh achoo, cough, cough. Uh, yeah."

"Ugh." Kari rolled her eyes and let her arms fall to her side, putting her hands on her hips as she stared back down at him. "Look. I'm sure your dad knew, but he knew you were also such a baby that it would wreck you if he ever told you."

"So he left me clues to find out after he died." Chris grumbled. "Typical, dad…"

"Don't badmouth your father." Kari growled and then sighed, sitting down next to him. "You need talk to Triple H."

"Ha!" Chris scoffed. "Are you insane? He and I are like Russian commi cats and American dogs let loose rabid in a no DQ wrestling ring. And that's backstage in person, not out on stage."

Kari sighed to herself, "This is why I sympathized with your dad." She cleared her throat and stood back up. "You can't just live in the dark your whole life now that you know the truth. He was once the cousin you never knew, now you know him."

"Exactly, I know him now for who he is!"

"For who is, now! Not for who he was, for what he could've been." Kari paused but Chris just stared at her so she continued. "This is your chance to live things you never were able to do, now that you know the truth. Maybe you can change him, maybe you could've changed him in the past."

"Well maybe things will explode in my face."

"Maybe! But you never will know if you don't try!" Kari lowered her voice. "Chris I know how hard this is for you, really I do. But you'll live in regret wondering 'what if' for the rest of your life. You may be such horrible enemies, but what will it hurt to talk to him? Things may change, your future may change, your relationship with a man who hates you may change. Chris, this could be the start of something big, something great. But you'll never know, if you don't try."

Chris sighed in thought for a moment and then looked up at Kari with a smile as he stood up, "You know what kid, you're right. Maybe dad did this for a reason, and maybe now is the right time." He put the blanket on the bed. "I'll never know, if I don't try."

"Here, here!" Kari cheered, fist in the air.

"A toast, to us!" Chris lifted the mug and drank down the coffee in one whole swig. "AH!" Chris leapt into the air, dropping it as he raced around fanning his mouth, tongue out like a dog. "It burns, it burns! Hot, hot, hot!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Kari chased him.

"Ahem…"

"Eh?" They both froze and turned to see Triple H come out of the gym, covered in sweat as he took his muscle shirt off and walked towards them.

"If you don't mind moving out of the way, or even if you do, but a gym is for real athletes, and not child's play."

"Feh, you put the ass in Adonis."

"The only Adonis you could ever hope to be is an adenoid Adonis."

"Oh yeah, well…" Chris raised and finger and then paused, making a disgruntled face. "Wait, a what…?"

"Exactly." He dropped the shirt on Chris's head and went to the showers.

"Ugh…" Chris groaned, dropping it on the floor. "I'm not so sure about this now…" He looked sheepishly at Kari who was frowning and scoffed angrily as she rolled her eyes. "Uh I mean, cough, cough, achoo, oh, I feel sick again… I'd better go work out." He reached under his shirt and pulled out his chains. "Here, hold those for me…" He walked into the gym.

"Hopeless…" Kari sighed to herself and walked off and went to turn the corner of the door when she banged into somebody. "Ah, oh." She stumbled back and shook her head. "Huh?"

"Uh…" Ivory looked up at her from falling down on her but. "Oh, um…" She blushed.

"Ugh, I'm sorry…" Kari sighed and bent down to help her up. "It's my fault, I'm lost in my own world here, heh."

"No, it's alright." Ivory smiled. "I should've been paying attention myself, I had too much on my mind and wasn't watching where I was going." She paused, "Oh." She reached out and picked up what Kari dropped. "Here, you might be missing this."

"Ah, oh thank you!" Kari gasped and put it in her pocket. "That's Chris's, they mean the world to him, I appreciate that. I'm such a klutz."

Ivory giggled, "Hey, you want to come to the cafeteria with me? I have to wait there while Triple H finishes his shower."

"Sure. Chris is working out himself, so I have nothing going on." Kari smiled warmly and they went to the cafeteria where others were already eating. "Hey guys!" Kari waved as she spotted her friends.

"Kari!" The child Ash waved, standing on the table to get her attention.

"How are you?" Trish Stratus smiled.

"Haven't seen you in a while." Christian looked up from a mouthful of food.

"I hope Chris is doing well after his loss." Shawn Michaels added sympathetically.

"Yeah, he's coping. He's doing much better, but I know he hates not being able to have been with you during this time." Kari sat down, Ivory sitting down reluctantly next to her. "Ivory will be joining us if that's fine with you."

"Sure, the more the merrier." Trish gave her a kind smile.

"Thanks." Ivory blushed, not making much eye contact as she looked around the room.

"You want something to eat?" Kari asked.

"Oh, maybe just something to drink." Ivory looked at her, the only one she looked at in the eye.

"I'll be back." Kari got up and went to the line.

"Hey, you're the girl with Triple H and Ric Flair right?" Ash asked.

"Yes." Ivory nodded, looking at the table.

"Why do you hang out with them, they're such horrible people." Christian remarked.

"Christian…!" Trish elbowed him quietly.

"Nobody knows them like I do, Triple H saved me, and Ric Flair is such a fun character, I can't imagine traveling and working without them." Ivory finally looked up to defend her two friends. "They're the only ones who were ever nice to me when I first came, and I owe my whole life in this business to them."

Shawn sighed, "I guess we just have different pasts with them, and a person's history has a great deal of affect on others that surround them."

"Yes, I suppose so… I just wish." Ivory sighed and rested her chin on her hand, elbow on the table. "I just wish that everyone else could see them, in the same light that I do. The way in my own eyes…"

Trish's softened her expression, "Triple H isn't like that though, I know we were all surprised when they let you tag along, especially since he hated all the divas."

"Maybe you're changing him?" Christian spoke up. "For the better, you know."

"Maybe… you think?" Ivory perked up a bit, glancing back up at them. She smiled at the thought as she began to think to herself, these were the first group of people that she had gotten along with and that had welcomed her with kindness, and yet they were the people that Triple H and Ric Flair hated the most. Were they afraid they'd hurt her, or he'd loose her to them? She wasn't sure, but Triple H had always been feared and disliked for his power and attitude, and everyone was always shocked to see that he kept Ivory beside him. Was it because of Stephanie, did she remind him of her? Or was she in fact changing him, just the way Kari had first changed Chris in the beginning after Stephanie. "I don't know what has happened, or might happen in the future, all I know is that I'm happy, just being there with them, Triple H and Ric Flair…"

"Hmm…" Ash sighed and looked down at his empty plate.

"Ivory!"

"Huh?" Ivory looked up to see Ric barge in the doorway.

"What are you doing!"

"Waiting in the cafeteria, like Triple H told me to."

"Why are you with, them!"

"Them." They turned up their nose at the remark.

"Come on, sit with me. They're really nice. You have to wait with me, remember?" Ivory moved over to let Ric sit down next to her.

"Oh, ugh… why I do these things for you." Ric grumbled and slid down next to her, glaring at the others.

"Hello to you too, Naich." Shawn said with sarcasm.

"Come on, we should all be friends, I don't know why you all hate each other so much. We all work together and have the same dreams, we should be happy, not fighting." Ivory said with a child like innocence.

"But they fight for a living." Ash spoke up.

"But they should keep the fighting in the ring, is what she means." Trish explained.

"That's a paradise that Triple H and Chris Jericho would never allow." Christian chuckled.

"So it's only because of them? You all don't hate me?"

"No of course not!" Trish gasped at such a question. "Ivory, you are so amazing, we would love to consider you a friend."

"Really? Me too!" She beamed. They all smiled, she and Kari were exactly alike, so identical it was crazy they weren't related. So why did Triple H love her, and hate Kari? Was it because of Chris, like she had said? No, it was because of Stephanie. Both Kari and Ivory were identical to her, Kari had gone with Chris, so Triple H hated her because of that. Is that also why he saved Ivory, to have his own Kari? "Oh Kari, you're back!"

"Hi, sorry it took so long." She smiled and paused. "Huh? Ric?"

"Yeah, yeah, get used to it girl." Ric grumbled.

"Look, I don't know why you have such an attitude, we aren't doing anything wrong, and Ivory likes us." Kari sat down on the other side of Ivory.

"But this wouldn't make Triple H happy, that's all. I don't care, myself." Ric muttered.

"Good." Kari pouted, turning her back to him.

"Oh…" Ivory looked down but couldn't help but giggled and smile to herself, she had never had so much fun or been so happy, well, without Triple H of course.

"Oh where is he, it's been over an hour!" Ric looked at his watch.

"Yeah, and Chris should've been done doing cardio half an hour ago." Kari was getting worried now as well.

"Wait, you all left them alone, in the same room together?" Shawn gasped.

"Oh no…" Kari swallowed the dryness in her throat and stood up. "I gotta go!" She ran off.

"Hey no, wait!" Ash cried, but she was already gone. They all sat there, not knowing what else to do than to just wait for her to come back.

"Oh, this is all my fault…" Ivory frowned sadly to herself.

Meanwhile, what had transpired earlier in the gym and locker room…

"Kari only meant well, to make me happy. She always does so much for me, maybe I was too hard on her." Chris panted to himself as he ran on the treadmill. "She does have a big heart, maybe I should apologize and give her idea a try after all." He hopped and put one foot on each side as the belt slowed down until it stopped. He caught his breath and wiped his forehead with a towel. "Now, should I do a bike, or step incline." He got off and looked around at his options.

"You… what are you still doing here. I thought I made myself clear."

"Oh great, you know, you just showered but I think it made you stink worse." Chris snarled, turning around, reacting on instinct of how he and Triple H always fought verbally. "You have that wet dog smell."

"Really, well you have the annoyance of an alley cat." Triple H dropped his gear bag.

"Well then what are you going to do about it now?" Chris smirked, getting into a fighting stance.

"Take the stray, to the, pound." Triple H cracked his fists and flexed.

"Rah!" Chris gave the battle cry and attacked first, their verbal quarrels always ended up turning into a physical fist fight. "I'll neuter you, and make you MY bitch!"

"And to think, this will be practice." Triple H dodged and turned. "For our real encounters in the ring." He lifted his leg quickly into Chris's stomach and he cried out. "I hope you act better than you fight for real." He grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him against a support beam in the middle of the room.

"Ah!" Chris cried out, the wind knocked from him. "Please, I only let you think you have the upper hand, so when you fall, you fall harder!" He got up and rushed as he went to punch but dodged to the side and leapt to kick Triple H right in the chest, sending him skidding back against the rack of weights under the mirror.

"If you can move as fast as your mouth, we may have something going here." He smirked, enjoying this. "Maybe… Now take this."

"No thanks, try that!"

The battle went on and on, neither one giving up or winding out, until finally, "Stop!"

"Huh?" They turned in their fatigue fighting to see Kari standing panting in the doorway.

"Kari…!" Chris gasped, his eyes wide as he finally snapped out of it and remembered. He swallowed hard, "Oh God…" He turned slowly back to Triple H, who stood facing him ready and waiting for him. But the blow that would follow, would be more powerful than any move in all the wrestling hold books.

Kari started to step slowly towards Chris, "Don't tell me, you didn't yet…"

"Erm, uh…" Chris bit his lip and looked away.

Triple H glanced from Chris to Kari and back again, studying them carefully. Kari was standing very stiff almost as if she were going to jump back any second, her face was very stern yet nervous and she seemed to be quite worried, and usually around him, Kari would be behind Chris or calling out support or criticism. Chris was very crouched and slouching, almost as if he were holding back or hiding from something, his tone usually around him would be very crass and full of energy, but this was the complete opposite. He lowered his eyes, he could tell something was wrong and something was going on.

"Triple H…" Kari looked up at him, her eyes showing him sympathy.

"What's going on…" Triple H squinted, he didn't like the feeling he was getting from them.

"I'm sorry, I should've been more understanding and not be so rough." Chris sighed, not facing Triple H as he stood up straight. "I know what you're going through, and I understand why you've been so upset lately and so angry and self kept, more so than usual."

"You're, sorry…?" Triple H wrinkled his nose.

"You didn't take off any time, you've been forcing yourself on and pushing through, even though John was killed."

"What…!" Triple H's eyes went wide, his pupils dilating into specs at what he just heard Chris say.

"My father died too, and, the thing is…" Chris was staring at him, his face low and his eyes dull with sorrow. "They were in the same car…"

"How do you know my step-father." Triple H tried to sound threatening, but his voice was shivering as his throat tightened shut.

Chris's mouth was so dry that it came out as a whisper, "Because they were brothers."

"Huh….!" Triple H gasped, his face pale as he stared at his enemy in shock.

"I'm sorry…" Kari spoke up, she knew it was hard for Chris to say the words, and it was even harder for Triple H to hear and accept them. "That makes you..." Don't say it… "Cousins…"

"You, were my cousin Chris…. You were THAT Chris from Winnipeg…?" Triple H took a step back.

Kari stood next to Chris as he spoke, "Trust me, I was more shocked than you are to find out, and I just learned of this when my father died. I was there in the room with him and John, and I'm sorry. I didn't know until too late…. You are so dedicated to your job that you probably didn't even go to the funeral."

"What is it of any of your business." Triple H tried desperately to defend himself, but he was growing weaker.

"My father always told me, family is a very important part of your life, whether you see them all the time, on occasion, or never at all. Whether they're alive or dead, close or far, they will always be your family, no matter what. I know you were never really close to your family, and I understand that completely, you've had a rough childhood, and I'm not one to judge. We all have hard childhoods." Chris glanced at Kari but continued. "But we have to use what we learned from the past in the present to make for a better future. We had no past together, if we had, who knows what we would be like today? We have a lot of animosity towards each other here in the present, but now that we know our past, we can make a change. We have two choices. One, we can go on living like we did in the past a few weeks ago, not knowing who we were to each other, other than being enemies working in the same business. Or we can take what we now know, take what we could've had, and find out who we could've been, and we can have a better future…" He reached out his hand, his dull sorrow eyes looking up into his wide shocked expression. "Together. Paul…"

"Uh…" Triple H was lost for words at this moment in time, slowly glancing down at Chris's outreached hands.

"Come on… come on…!" Kari cheered to herself, fists clenched with determination.

Triple H was almost shivering until he finally growled, shut his eyes and turned his head away, slapping away Chris's hand, "No…!"

"Uh, hey…!" Chris cried out in shock, not understanding. "What gives…?"

"You think that all of this will change anything? Huh! No! The past is just that, the past! It makes no difference to me if we're cousins, brothers, roommates, twins separated at birth, or nothing at all! That's all it is to me, nothing at all. You are who you are, I am who I am, nothing changes that, family, friend, foe, nothing!" Triple H turned around and began to breathe very quickly, trying to keep his composure. "I'm glad I know this now, yes, and don't get me wrong it's very interesting… but it means nothing to me. You are nothing to me, no more than a co-worker I dislike. And maybe…" He glanced over his shoulder. "Even more so now…"

"Uh… Triple H…" Kari felt like she was breaking as she watched this unravel. "Please, you can't see it like that…"

"I can see it however I want to, and who are you to lecture me." He began to walk off. "I thank you for your kindness to Ivory, but I don't need your sympathy. And I don't need your help."

"Help…" Chris blinked. "Look Trips, we're working together, like it or not, but maybe we can put aside or differences as enemies in the workplace, and out of the ring, off stage, be like cousins together."

Triple H growled, he could tell that this meant a lot to Chris and Kari too, but it was still very hard for him to accept this and take it all in, especially now after he had lost John, "I'll think about it…" But from the way he said it, it didn't sound like he would. He walked off. "I was never close to my family, I'll say that for the press, but in all honestly, the reason we probably never met was because of one thing…" He stood tall with his back towards Chris as he said this in a cold and quiet voice, "Because I hated my family."

"Uh…!" Chris and Kari gasped, and with that Triple H was gone.

"Chris, I…" Kari turned to him after a moment, feeling very sad and upset.

"Just leave me alone." He sighed and turned and walked off.

"No wait Chris, please…!" Kari cried after him, but he didn't stop. "I'm sorry…!" But he was already gone. She sighed sadly, tears forming in her eyes, what could she do now, what has she done wrong this time...?

Soon Monday came and the night for the new feud was at hand, they were running as the match before the main event and Triple H was in the process of delivering a promo backstage…

"Triple H." Coach had caught up with the champion before he went out through the gorilla position. "May I have a word."

Triple H fumed and turned to the announcer, "What…"

"I'm just wondering how you're feeling about the new number one contender Chris Jericho. What are your thoughts on your opponent tonight?"

Triple H leered for a moment before turning his silent yet deadly stare to the camera and adding some threatening words to the foreboding glare, "Coach, you want to know how I feel? Well I'll let you know. I'm feeling full of rage. I'm feeling full of anger, and I want to let that ruthless aggression out. I'm not one to talk, I let my emotions flow through my fingers and let my fists do the talking. I'm feeling a lot of animosity towards my opponent, everyone out there knows that Chris Jericho and I do not have the best of pasts. So what are my thoughts, Coach? I'm thinking about how much I will enjoy my non-title match tonight. See, I made this match for a reason. This is a warning to everyone back there, this is what I'm capable of doing. And in a DQ match there is no remorse, and I won't hold back. Chris Jericho is just the unlucky one who got thrown under my radar over his win last month against RVD. With Chris out of the way, I will open the door for a new, and hopefully better opponent. See, my opponent doesn't really matter, only three things matter." He raised his fist and raised a finger per count, "One, two, three." And with that he raised his other hand, clenching his world title in hand. "This is the only thing I care about, and I will send people to the ER in order to keep it. So Chris, call now for a reservation, because I am the game… and I want to play…" The camera closed in on his fierce scowl.

"Well the gauntlet is down!" King announced as the scene cut to Chris Jericho walking down the hall towards his match, Kari Ketchum following in tow as they got ready for commercial.

"That match is coming folks, next." And with JR's final words, the screen went black.

Backstage, Chris and Kari stood waiting to go out first, "Break a leg tonight Chris." Kari encouraged. "I'm with you every step of the way."

"Well I guess this no DQ stipulation is a good way to get out everything I have bottled up inside of me as of late." Chris hopped in place.

"Fifteen seconds." A tech called out.

"Now I want you to stay back and keep out of the way." The countdown began and with the boom of the pyros, Chris jumped out, "It's game time!" Chris went down to the ring and did his thing, and Kari went around the apron and stood in front of the announce table as she and Chris turned as the music silenced and faced the titantron, waiting for their opponent to appear on stage. "Here we go." Chris leered, his eyes cold and his expression stiff with darkness.

"Time to play the game." Triple H appeared as the crowd cheered, both Chris and Triple H were loved by the fans. He threw his bottle and climbed the turnbuckle, leering down at Chris. He jumped down, their eyes fixed as they moved in closer until the two were meeting nose to nose.

"Alright, let's get the show on the road." The referee grabbed the title and called for the bell.

"Well little cousin, it's time to play the game." Triple H growled.

"Too bad I'm a poor sport when I lose." Chris barked back as they both locked hands, trying to push the other back in a test of strength as the fans cheered with approval over their two favorites. They knew that this was going to be a good match, one they would remember.

"Come on Chris!" Kari cheered, pounding on the ring mat.

"I don't get paid by the hour, so I will end this now." Triple H kneed Chris in the gut, knocking the wind out of him as he took a step back. "I'll make this beat down short and sweet." He decked Chris in the jaw, then picked him up by the shoulders to deliver a power bomb. Then he climbed the top rope, "Get used to looking up at me, I'm already used to looking down." He jumped off to deliver a knee to the shoulder but he gauged his distance wrong and his leg came down square on Chris's neck.

"AH!" Chris roared, his mouth opening wide as his neck throbbed.

"Oh crap." Triple H tensed, he realized immediately what had happened, but he shook the worry from his mind, the injury had been unintentional but he remembered who he was fighting here. He got up and turned, picking Chris up by the hair, "Sorry man, but, business is business." Not thinking he was hurt too badly he did an Irish whip and delivered a clothesline right to the injured larynx.

"AH!" Chris screamed in ravenous pain again, the strong arm wrapping around his neck as he once again fell back on the ground, panting heavily, desperate for as he clenched his neck, it was already swelling up badly. 'Damnit, this is bad. I can't breathe…!'

"Chris…" Kari was frozen, she knew he was hurt, badly, but she couldn't do anything.

"Come on, I'll be nice and end this right now." Triple H grunted through clenched teeth as he stomped repeatedly on Chris. He continued to cry out in agony and Triple H finally could see blood in Chris's mouth as he gasped for air, his throat swelling and growing bright red, and he realized how injured Chris in fact really was. Triple H knew how bad a crushed throat could be, RVD had accidentally done the same thing to him in the past, it was very painful, frightening to be unable to breathe, and the trip in the hospital wasn't necessarily icing on the cake. "Darn." He shook his head and picked Chris up to give him the Pedigree, but Chris resisted and blocked it. "What are you doing!?" Chris didn't respond, he was running on instinct and not about to loose this way now to him. The show must go on. So Triple H took another route and applied the sleeper hold. "You idiot, I was trying to help you." After some slight struggling, Chris finally became limp.

The referee couldn't watch anymore, he went in and picked up Chris's arm, "One…. Two… Th- NO!" The fans roared as Chris kept his fist raised. The ref was in shock, well aware from the blood flying from Chris's mouth that he was hurt terribly.

"What the…!" Triple H was shocked and let go.

"Chris…?" Kari gasped, what was going on, he was hurt, why did he want to continue.

"Just lay down!" Triple H rolled him on his back and covered him.

"One! Two! …NO!" Chris kicked out, the fans going nuts. Chris coughed violently, blood coming out of his mouth as he keeled at the waist, nearly suffocating from his own swollen throat.

"Oh King, Chris Jericho is hurt bad." JR said quietly, knowing well that this wasn't planned and his injury was very serious.

"Get out of there!" Kari cried.

"What are you doing, you are such a fool." Triple H growled but then stopped, noticing Chris sitting haunched on the mat, not responding or even looking up to defend. "What's the matter with you, have you lost too much blood, not getting air to your brain? What is…" Triple H stepped forward but then stopped, he suddenly knew exactly what was going on, he could feel it in the air how Chris's aura had changed in his presence. Chris wasn't responding yet he was conscious, his face was dark, his stature was poised and ready, the adrenaline controlling his instinct. "Chris…"

"Chris…?" Kari tensed, she could feel it too.

Chris snarled deeply in his chest as he looked up at Triple H, his eyes were dull yet piercing and cold with hatred, he had lost too much blood and air and in his semiconscious state he had snapped into a seeming feral like person, just like he had before many times in the past. Triple H had faced him this way before, he was incredibly violent when he ran on instinct, almost as if his soul was unconscious and his body was acting on his own accord, and out for blood. It was because of those fights that Triple H knew Chris had unimaginable potential, but his heart made him hold back. But with hi mind silenced, his body could do as it pleased. Chris's body flexed as the blood pumped and rushed through him, he growled angrily, teeth beared, and leapt up with such speed that he delivered an enziguri to a standing Triple H with such force that it caused him to fall before he even realized what all had happened. The fans cried with excitement.

"What the… oh darn." Triple H growled. "The idiot. So now this fight is for real, I'd better get serious and end it now." It didn't matter to him. He slid out of the ring and reached under the apron to pull out his sledgehammer. The fans rose to their feet, they didn't know how badly Chris was hurt, they were just enjoying the show.

"No Triple H, don't do it!" Kari pleaded.

"You know as well as I do what's going on, this is for his own good." He leered at her.

"Yes I know, but…" Kari's voice cracked, her eyes were shaking with fear.

"He's going to have to go to the hospital anyway, I might as well just snap him out of it quick."

"Just… be careful."

"Yeah, I know." Triple H turned back to the task at hand and saw Chris snarling and jumped out between the ropes at him, lunging with arms open and fingers out like the claws of a wild beast. But Triple H had enough time to react, raising the hammer to hit him in the throat again, causing him to fly face first into the announce desk, hitting head first with great velocity. Kari screamed, the blow to his head was with such impact that he was knocked out. "It's over…" He dropped the sledgehammer and backed up against the ring to catch his breath as the referee counted to ten.

"Ring the bell! Ring the bell!" He called and the fans roared their approval for such a match. As Triple H's song began, the ref gave him his title and raised his hand.

"Here's your winner and still world heavyweight champion, Triple H!" Triple H turned and posed but glanced slightly over his shoulder to see the ref trying to get Chris conscious.

"Hey, wake up, are you okay?" He tapped his face, blood staining his chin and cheeks.

"Oh Chris…" Kari whimpered, Chris was back to normal but out cold, his face was covered in sweat and very flush, he was back to normal now, but was in really bad shape.

"Get help out here now!" The ref called and raised his hands into an X, usually if they were alright they raised a fist into the air, but Chris was in need of serious medical attention.

Triple H walked to go backstage and rather than going the way he was facing he did one last turn in pose and walked back the other way, passing Kari and the others as he quietly added, "I'm sorry…"

"Huh…!" Kari gasped and whirled around but Triple H had already gone around the ring and was making his way back upstage. "Trips…" Her eyes shook. What did that mean exactly…?