Chapter XX: Epilogue

Police surveillance didn't include a trip into Alabama for a huge birthday bash. Since Dinah was born, Kevin and Shawn had stopped their 'everybody's invited, all you can drink' birthday parties. Therese and Stephanie, free from charges, decided the two guys could use another one of those 'get-togethers.' The closest RAW and SmackDown! were coming to Atlanta was Birmingham, Alabama, a week after the incident at the Nashville Parthenon. One of the staff offered up his home that sat on ten acres of land—a guarantee of no one calling the police on the raucous guests—and open invitations were issued. Therese was easily able to kiss her babies 'goodbye' this time because she'd be back that next evening to pick them up instead of being away for almost a week. The two couples, along with Dinah, Lily, and Ruby, had already spent a quiet evening as a family celebrating Uncle Shawn's and Daddy's birthdays. No one would take that away from the girls for a drinking party. Now, it was time for a grown-up party.

From the looks of all those present at the beginning of the party, everyone turned out, whether or not they particularly liked Shawn and Kevin. There were the few who wouldn't pee on them if they were on fire who stayed away and that's the way they preferred it. Stephanie had brought along non-alcoholic champagne to celebrate. She wasn't going to take any risks and was playing everything by the book with her pregnancy—as everyone agreed she should. The princess of wrestling had set up court with her husband and was chattering away with whoever happened to drop by. Therese and Kevin had their own visitors but not like the golden couple but they could care less as well.

As well as another guy present… Evan was hanging out on the fringes of a group that had the Undertaker in the middle of it. He still held the same fascination for the American Bad Ass, even though he had spent a lot of time with the man since first meeting him years ago. He poised himself carefully to look like he fit in, holding his virgin daiquiri like the other guys in the group and mimicking all their other movements. Therese was not happy about fast he wanted to grow up but his presence at the party wasn't exactly her choice. Dinah said the wrong thing on the phone to him and all hell broke loose. His sister couldn't hide anything from him anymore. Evan declared he would leave for college and never forgive her if she didn't do something to make up for lying to him—and that was to allow him to attend Shawn's and Kevin's birthday party. After several rounds of fighting, she reluctantly agreed and here he was now. Evan had endured an enormous amount of lectures in his life, which was a lot for an eighteen-year-old, but none compared to the one he got before they left the hotel—NO DRINKING! And she even told him in Turkish! There was also something else in there about not coming on to the divas, especially now he wasn't jailbait anymore. He didn't see the harm in it anymore since some of them were only a few years older than he. But he promised. He'd find another way to make the lie to the other camp counselors well worth it that he'd had a family emergency that would keep him away from camp Sunday and Monday. It was a really good thing that Therese and Kevin and the Michaelses had already left when that happened and most of everyone involved was too drunk to remember to tattle on him.

After several hours of socializing, Therese snuggled closer to her husband and asked, "Do you remember it was one of these parties that we first slept together?"

"How could I forget?" Kevin chuckled and she laughed with him. "I knew something was up when you said you wanted to go back to the hotel and change clothes."

"I left the bathroom door open to entice you in."

"I knew," he replied. Therese's mouth fell open and she slapped him on the arm. "I just wanted to play with you a little bit—make you wonder."

"You're terrible."

"I know."

"Wanna go back to the hotel or do I need to spill beer on my clothes again?" she asked, running a slow hand up his thigh.

"You just say the word and I'll be there," he replied, nuzzling her neck and sucking on her earlobe.

When Shawn and Stephanie noticed them leaving, Shawn leaned over to his wife. "I think I feel the flu coming back," he faked a cough, "wanna go indulge in what they're going to do?" At the beginning of the party, those who cared all made a comment on how glad to see that they were over the flu. It was then that Stephanie realized she hadn't exactly explained how they covered for the two wrestlers. After a few veiled comments, they got past the first well-wishers and Shawn demanded to know what was going on. It was several minutes before he could quit laughing to return to their guests.

"But what if I catch it from you?" Steph giggled.

"I don't know. You've already caught something else from me," he replied with a grin and danced light fingers across her abdomen.

"Hmm…well, I'm not ready to leave. Soooo, let's go do it in the car?"

"Fine by me," he eagerly replied and tugged her to her feet.

The question of the third party involved wouldn't be known for months until that person chose to reveal himself at the most opportune time. For now, he sat behind his desk at home and twiddled a pen, occasionally tapping it against the wooden top. He had just wired the money for payment of the job to the anonymous offshore account. Because Shawn and Kevin had not returned to work, he had assumed the job was done.

All Jenkins and Bergeron had to do was abduct the men, hold them for a week or two—at least through the pay-per-view, send their wives on a snipe hunt, put a little beating on the two men, and then disappear to the Cayman Islands. The only time the two abductors were to contact him was if something went wrong. He assumed they were kicked back with several women and sipping on Mai-Tais while soaking up sand and sun. Even if they had gotten caught, the money was in the account and couldn't be traced to anyone. They would bide their time and then flee the country, he assumed. He paid them enough to do so. However, the money never came from his own pocket but through many faulty expense reports. No skin off his back if none of this plan unfolded correctly.

While the two men had not returned to work, he knew of the party raging at one of the staff's house. It was open invitation but he wouldn't have received one even if it wasn't. Michaels and Nash hated him more than anyone they had ever known but he had gotten his payback. They had forfeited their matches. He was still the General Manager of RAW for at least another year. Triple H smiled evilly to himself and tossed the pen down on the desk. He'd find another way to retain the position when that year was up.

FINI!

Author's Notes: Once again, this concludes another story and another sequel. I would love to write another installment but I have no ideas and I think it's time I let Therese and Stephanie relax with their families. Suffice it to say that Triple H doesn't do anything else that drastic again to keep his position. What I put these characters through, I wouldn't be surprised if they rebelled and came after me through the computer if I started a third part of any of my stories. ;)

Anyhow, thank you to everyone who has read and a special thanks to my reviewers—karisma, WandaXmaximoff, Latisha C, MutantXHottie, wwechic1619, Jennifer Hyacinth, RAW1029, and Drea Majik Xavier.