A/N: Ok I know I said this was gonna be the final chapter, but I lied. I started writing this and I couldn't get everything I wanted in this chapter, so there will be another. I was suffering a major writer's block here and I'm not really satisfied with it, but please enjoy it anyway.

Disclaimer: See chapter one.

Summary: After Vince sends all three brands to the chocolate capital of the US for a show, Hunter has to form a surveillance team to keep Shawn from getting any form of chocolate that could cause him to get sugar high and cause more trouble than even DX could imagine. Will the game succeed or will the crafty showstopper outsmart him?

The dump truck rumbled as it sped away from the factory. Somehow Rey, Glen, Jeff, and Punk had fit into truck. Jeff glanced around the packed cab of the truck and noticed they were missing their leader. "Hey guys where's Shawn?"

Punk shrugged, "He said he was going to make sure the chocolate was safe. He climbed out the window a few minutes ago."

"JEFF STOP THIS TRUCK!" Glen shouted. Jeff slammed on breaks throwing everyone forward into the windshield. "You left him alone with a half ton of chocolate! Have you gone completely insane!"

"I really fail to see the problem here. He's got his chocolate and now he has pay up. Let him enjoy it while it lasts." Punk said.

Rey raised his eyebrows, "What are you talking about?"

Punk gave Rey a cryptic smile, "You'll see."

Glen glared at them and stepped out of the truck, "Stupid Shawn and his stupid flamethrower." He climbed into the back of the truck where he found Shawn happily munching on a Hershey bar. "Shawn get your ass back in that truck!"

Shawn stared at him for a moment then continued eating as if Glen wasn't even there. After taking a few more bites of chocolate he finally answered, "I'm only keeping the chocolate safe, so why should I have to move! You're supposed to be listening to me!"

As soon as Shawn said that Glen knew he had finally lost it. He should have known that as soon as he got the chocolate his brain would be going on a permanent vacation. He didn't want to do it, but drastic times called for drastic measures. "Shawn! I said get your fat ass back in the truck!"

Shawn froze, dropping the pieces of chocolate he held. He stood up slowly and Glen flinched at look he gave him. 'Maybe I went a little too far.' Glen thought.

"What did you just say to me?" Shawn said menacingly. The heartbreaker began charging toward him and before Glen could get out of the way, he was tackled by a rage filled Shawn.

"GET OFF OF ME!" He shouted. They were rolling around on the ground with Shawn hitting him with force Glen hadn't known Shawn had.

Shawn had grabbed him by the throat and was banging his head on the ground between words, "How dare you call me fat!" Shawn continued to punch and kick him with all the strength his current sugar high would allow him too. "NOBODY CALLS ME FAT AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!"

Inside the truck Jeff, Punk, and Rey were watching through the mirrors. "Shouldn't we go help him?" Rey asked.

"Yeah right!" Jeff and Punk said simultaneously.

"If there's anything that pisses Shawn off, it's someone calling him fat. I'm not getting involved especially since he's still providing me with my skittles." Jeff said.

The three heard the sounds of fighting, a loud thud, and then complete silence. Then the door to the truck opened. Shawn stepped inside as he struggled to pull Glen's unconscious body inside with him. "A little help here please?"

Everyone stared in shock as Punk nervously helped him back in the truck. "Umm...I think we start on the rest of the plan before the others find us." Punk said

Rey nodded, "We should. It's gonna take a while to melt all that chocolate, set up your entrance at the arena, and finish up your new pyro."

Shawn pouted, "We really have to melt the chocolate?! I mean that's a crime against nature and my stomach!"

"It was also your idea." Jeff muttered under his breath.

Of course Shawn heard him and as payback picked up a bag of his skittles and threw them out the window. Shawn ignored Jeff's horrified as face and continued talking, "That's not the point! After all the trouble we went through to get it, we have to destroy it! That doesn't make sense!"

"Shawn you can still eat melted chocolate you know." His three minions said.

"Oh. Never mind then. Well before we set everything up we have a little stop to make. I need a little favor from a certain boss of ours..."

The sun had begun to rise as the eight superstars drove back to the hotel. None of them could speak. They were all shocked that Shawn had actually managed to pull off his chocolate heist. "What the hell..." Hunter muttered as he pulled into the parking lot. Vince stood in front of the hotel, a scowl etched on to his face. Everyone stepped out quietly as they prepared to face the wrath of their boss.

"Now would someone mind telling me...HOW THE HELL DID HE MANAGE TO ESCAPE?"

Hunter winced as he stepped up, "He had help. We really weren't expecting that and we were kind of at a disadvantage."

Vince looked down at his watch, "The factory opens up in 45 minutes. This is gonna be all over the papers! You have to find him before he does something crazy!"

Mark stared at him quizzically, "You mean he hasn't come back here yet?"

Vince shook his head, "No one's seen him here. The truck he used to carry the chocolate had a tracking device in it. The signal was lost a little after the heist. Did he get all of the chocolate?"

"No." Hunter said. "He got a little over half of it though."

If it could, Vince's glare intensified before he sighed, "Listen we all know Shawn isn't actually gonna eat all of that chocolate. Especially since he gets so pissed off whenever someone even hints that he's getting fat."

Hunter suddenly broke out in a grin. He had just remembered the last phase of his plan. "Listen guys! I have another idea. I know exactly how we're gonna catch and break Shawn's chocolate addiction."

"Of course you do Hunter and that's exactly why he escaped in the first place." Vince said sarcastically.

Hunter glared at him before turning to his teammates, "Don't you remember? I said there were three phases of my plan. We still have one phase left and like I said before it isn't over 'till it's over."

Dave chuckled, "Well we have come all this way. It couldn't hurt to try one more time. Besides, what could he possibly do at the show anyway?"

The sound of breaking glass drew everyone's attention to Hunter's car where there was a brick sticking out of the windshield. Hunter sighed when he saw a rainbow colored head sticking out of the window of the car that sped off after the brick was thrown. Hunter growled as he walked over and retrieve the brick and saw there was a note attached.

"Damn Shawn... couldn't you have just called me again." Hunter muttered. He took the note and after getting everyone's attention began reading it aloud:

Just for the record Hunter, no I couldn't have called you again! I didn't want to and I lost my phone somewhere. I think some of the chocolate melted around it and I ate it last night. That would explain when ever I try to call it, I start hearing my theme music somewhere. Well anyway if I just sent this brick through Hunter's window it means you failed and I'm a happy heartbreaker because I have my chocolate now. I can't wait for the show tonight! The crowd is in for a big surprise when I unveil my new pyro. It'll be just like the fireworks from Kev's birthday except they're light the whole arena up!

Love Shawn.

A.K.A HBK, the showstopper, the icon, Mr. Wrestlemania, the headliner, and the main event!

Everyone's faces were frozen in horror. They couldn't believe what the note had just said. Dave shook his head, "Haven't we told him a hundred times not to use all of his nicknames when sending a letter. It just gets irritating after awhile."

Matt nodded, "I know, I mean he could just stop after HBK. He doesn't need to go through all six."

"Shut up! We have more important things to worry about then Shawn's lack of writing skills and the fact that he might have ate his phone. He's gonna blow that arena into outer space if we don't catch him!" Hunter shouted.

"Don't you think we know that?!" John shouted back. "There's only so much we can do if we don't know where he is. We don't even know what he's making his pyro out of."

"That doesn't matter. We can't just sit here and wait for him to show up tonight. There has to be something we can do to stop him." Randy said.

The ringing of a cell phone interrupted everyone's thoughts. Vince quickly answered the phone, hoping for some new information on Shawn's location. "What do you mean someone's broken into the arena!" Heads snapped to face the chairman whose face quickly turned from pink to red to a nice purple color Jeff might use to dye his hair one day. "Alright! Alright! I'll send someone over to check it out. You're sure there's no one else there? Ok. Goodbye."

"What's going on?" Mark asked.

"There was a break in at the arena a little while ago. As far as I know nothing is missing, but I want some of you to go and check it out. The rest of you, I want you to look for Shawn and get as much rest as you can. You still have matches tonight." Vince ordered.

"How are we supposed to wrestle and stop Shawn at the same time?!" Adam exclaimed.

Vince grinned. "Easy. Hunter, you and Shawn are gonna have a match tonight. It's gonna be completely unscripted. Do whatever you can to tire him out, so you can end this crazy addiction once and for all. I am not gonna have have this happen again, understand?"

Eight heads nodded at their boss when his limo pulled up, "Good. I'll leave the rest to you." He said as he stepped inside. "I want this to end tonight."

"You're not the only one. We'll do our best." Hunter said.

"That's all I want." Vince closed the door to the limo and it immediately pulled off. "Driver, back to headquarters please." As soon as they got far enough away from the hotel the limo slowed down and pulled off to the side of the road.

An unexpected, yet familiar voice answered him back. "Sure thing Vince!" The window rolled down and revealed Shawn dressed in a chauffeur uniform with Jeff behind the wheel. "I bet you're shocked to see me aren't ya?!"

"Shawn what the hell are you doing?! Let me out of here this instant!" He shouted.

Shawn tapped Jeff on the shoulder signaling him to start driving, "See I'm afraid I can't do that Vinny Mac. I need your help to get Hunter off my back and my plan to work, so you're gonna be spending a lot of time with me today. Back to to the hideout Jeff!"

Vince stared at him in confusion, "Where did you find a hideout in the middle of Hershey?"

"Don't worry about that just know that I found one."

Vince sighed and leaned back into the seat poured himself a drink, "Now I think I know how Dave and Chris felt when that whole deer incident happened!"

Hunter turned back to the others after Vince had left. "Great! Now that he's gone we can get started. We're not going to the arena understand?"

"Why not?" Adam asked.

"We already know Shawn did it, so there's no point wasting our time to go see what he did. Besides we have some work to do here."

"What kind of work?" Randy asked warily.

Hunter grinned evilly, "Nothing much. It's just for the last part of the plan. Now what we're going to do is..." Before he could finish another brick hit another one of the windows of his car. He twitched when he saw a mask covered head sticking out of a car that just happen to speed off then. "Damn it Shawn! If you break one more of my windows...!"

While Hunter was ranting about insane heartbreakers and chocolate, Mark casually walked over to the window and grabbed the note. He slapped Hunter a few times to make him shut up before he began reading this one:

Hi again! I just wanted to tell you this chocolate is awesome! No wonder this is the chocolate capital of the U.S. Now I have some news for you. As an added incentive (and yes Hunter I can spell incentive) to get you to leave me alone I have kidnapped our favorite boss, and if you don't stop coming after me I'm going to attach him to part of my pyro and blow him sky high! Now leave me and my chocolate in peace and I promise our boss will leave the show in one piece.

Love Shawn.

A.K.A HBK, the showstopper, the icon, Mr. Wrestlemania, the headliner, and the main event!

John opened his mouth to speak, but Hunter held his hand up to stop him. John stared at him confusedly until he heard the sound of another breaking window, and saw Hunter had gotten another brick. Hunter grabbed it and the whole window shattered. He stared for a moment and angrily began to read it:

P.S.

I finally found my phone! I didn't eat it after all. I guess I won't have to send you these bricks anymore, or maybe I will. They were fun to throw at your windows! I can't wait to see you at the show tonight!

Everyone just shook their heads. They really wondered how chocolate could make someone go that crazy, "He's finally lost it, hasn't he Hunter?" John asked.

Hunter nodded, "Yup. When he starts using words like incentive and knows what they mean, the chocolate has finally melted into his brain. Well guys let's get to work on the plan!"

"Wait a minute! He just threatened to blow up Vince and we're not even gonna do anything?" Adam shouted.

Hunter shrugged, "I mean Shawn's not stupid. He knows if he blows up Vince he's obviously out of a job, so I don't think he'll go that far."

Everyone nodded in agreement as Hunter continued talking, "Now look, when Vince mentioned how Shawn hates when anyone calls him fat it gave me an idea."

Matt eyed him warily, "What kind of idea?"

Hunter just smilled, "Anybody got a camcorder?"

The arena was a full of energy as the superstars and divas prepared for the show. Mark stood outside of Hunter's dressing room door, glaring at anyone who happened to walk by him. Everyone else knew something was up, but no one was stupid enough to ask about it.

"Hunter are you sure that tape is going to work?" Randy asked.

"Sure it will! Have any of my ideas failed so far?"

"Well..." Randy began.

"Randy you finish that sentence I'll make sure you're the only one in the room when we show this video to Shawn, and he won't be tied up this time."

Randy instantly shut his mouth and turned to Chris, "So has Matt seen Shawn yet?"

Chris shook his head, "No I just talked to him. He told me everyone else but Shawn and Jeff are here. He did see something weird though."

"What was it?" Hunter asked.

"He said one of the production trucks outside has this strange looking hose running from one of the truck into the arena somewhere." Chris explained.

"That is classic Shawn. Chris, I want you and John to find where this hose leads, and do it fast. My match with Shawn starts soon."

"Alright." Chris nodded as he and John left the dressing room. Hunter checked his watch. The show was reaching the half way point and he still had no idea if Shawn would actually Show up. He knew they had a match, but that had never stopped Shawn from doing something crazy before.

'He'd better be here, or I don't know how we're gonna stop him!'

A sudden knock at the door startled him out of his thoughts. Mark stepped inside, quickly looking behind him to make sure none of Shawn's minions were out there. "Hunter, you got five minutes before your match. Get out there."

"No one's seen Shawn have they?"

Mark shook his head, "No. Glen, Punk, and Rey all disappeared after their matches too. Vince and Jeff haven't been seen yet either."

"Alright. Everyone knows what to do during the match right?"

"Yeah. I told John and Chris to radio me if they find anything. Hopefully if we find Vince then we'll find out more about Shawn's plan."

Hunter nodded and walked out with Mark. "Make sure everyone's in their positions. I already know that Shawn has some other trick up his sleeve."

As his music began playing he walked out to the ring like usual, becoming a human water fountain and all. While he waiting to Shawn to appear he happened to notice something odd about the ceiling, 'What the hell? That's the same setup from Shawn's entrance at Wrestlemania XII!' He squinted and could make out a small figure in the rafters of the arena.

"I really don't believe this." Hunter muttered to himself. "He really has lost it."

Shawn stood in the rafters, completely harnessed up for his entrance. In one hand was the rope he was going to hold on to as he slid to the ring and in the other he held the hose that was connected to his supply of melted chocolate. He was in Hershey after all, how could he not share his good fortune with the audience, and of course it would distract Hunter too.

He heard the static from his radio and quickly answered it, "Everything set Jeff?"

"Yeah everything is good to go. You wouldn't believe how much help Vince has been! You ready?"

"Of course! They don't call me the showstopper for nothing." Shawn set the radio down behind him as he waited for Jeff's command, ignoring the strange banging sound he heard in the background.

"Alright your theme music is starting in 5...4...3..2...Oh Shit! They found me!"

"What?!" The sounds of fighting could be heard from radio as Jeff fought off his captors. "Damn! This isn't good." He hadn't planned them finding him so fast. He had no other choice but to go on with the plan. "Jeff hit my music!"

The arena exploded into cheers as 'Sexy Boy' began playing. Shawn couldn't help but grin even though his second in command had probably been captured. He was going to do this no matter what. He could see some people staring confusedly at the stage to see why he hadn't coming out yet. As he began sliding down the cable only one thought ran through his head, 'It's time to finish this Hunter!

What is Shawn gonna do with a hose full of chocolate? What's this big plan Hunter keeps talking about? What's on that tape Hunter made? How will it help break Shawn's addiction? Why in the hell would anyone want to kidnap Vince? And why does Shawn uses all of his nicknames when he writes a letter? We'll probably never find out the answer to that last question or the last two for that matter. So many questions that will be answered in the real final chapter! Well at least it should be the final chapter.