One Month Later:

After the smoke cleared, Carlton ended up spending two days in the hospital, and another two recovering at home from a concussion and some pulled muscles. Shawn had fared slightly worse with his own concussion. He'd been found by Juliet and Gus in one of the back offices, bludgeoned in the head. He was rushed to the hospital but everyone said he would be fine. Carlton was convinced it was his hard head that deflected most of the blow.

It had taken all of those four days to piece together what had happened to cause one of the worst foul-ups in WWE history. He'd found out most while he was in the hospital after they'd caught one of the officials named Simon Sands trying to escape out the back of the arena. Apparently during his rehearsal, Shawn had seen some shady dealings and money changing hands and was in the process of looking into it when he was caught by the shady official and subsequently knocked out.

It had been Juliet that had given Carlton the rundown of events.

"Our best guess is that since the guest fight was the highlight of the evening, if Shawn missed his match Sands knew he would be caught, so he hit you and got him to take Shawn's place. With the mask, no one ever noticed it was you, and we had no idea it wasn't planned."

"Great." Carlton had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"What about everything else?" Marlowe asked, "Them dragging Carlton out? Stephanie getting into the ring? What was all that?"

Carlton looked to his former partner. He was burning with curiosity too. "That Sands guy must have told them to get me to the ring at all costs so he could make his get away clean. The conniving rat."

"Actually that..." Juliet looked sheepishly at them, "was Shawn's idea."

Both Carlton and Marlowe stared at her in disbelief.

Juliet quickly explained with a painful smile. "He told them he wanted to be dragged out and thrown in the ring... you know, El Calcetín Loco?"

The Crazy Sock. Sounds like Spencer alright.

His face warped into a disgusted frown despite Juliet's best efforts to explain the lunitic she had promised the rest of her life to. "That's your fiancé."

The WWE had sent their condolences for the mix up, and had their lawyers talk to both men about what could be done to alleviate what could be a giant lawsuit. Since Carlton had never signed any of the waivers Shawn had, and one of their employees had assaulted their would be guest wrestler it could have been very expensive for the company. Much to the WWE's relief, both men realized it was an honest mistake and neither had intended to sue. However, Shawn ended up getting a lifetime of backstage and season passes to any WWE event and he was in seventh heaven.

Carlton on the other hand had gratefully accepted their offer of ten grand towards his daughter's college education, but he had one more request for Chris Jericho that the wrester hadn't been able to refuse.

"Hello SBPD!" Chris Jericho shouted into the microphone. His rock band, Fozzy, stood directly behind him. The officers gathering at the small venue they'd picked cheered excitedly. "You ready to rock? Sing along if you know this one!"

Chief Carlton stood in his uniform near the back watching the festivities with a satisfied smirk.

"So, how does it feel to be one of the coolest police chiefs in the world?" Juliet asked as she stood beside him, watching the fun. She was also making sure Shawn didn't get into any trouble as he and Gus rocked out on the dance floor next to Marlowe and Henry. The latter was dressed in the Chris Jericho shirt Shawn had gotten for him out of his deal. Shawn himself was in the green Lucha Libre wrestling outfit he'd never gotten to wear at WrestleMania. It was sure to traumatize someone, but at that point Carlton was too happy to care.

"It's just a concert O'Hara." Carlton shrugged, but the grin never left his face.

"Oh come on. Let's do this!" She grabbed his hand and dragged him out on the floor to the rest of the group as Fozzy played the introduction to their song, 'Sandpaper.'

As they danced, Carlton leaned in to talk to Shawn. "I've been meaning to say, I'm sorry for being a poor sport at the match."

Shawn held up a hand. "No need to apologize, man. Things worked out." Carlton nodded and was about to go back to dancing when Shawn continued. "Besides, I never would have gotten the highlight reel I'm about to show if this hadn't happened."

Carlton grit his teeth and knew he was turning red. "You didn't."

"Oh yeah. I did." With a devilish grin so big Carlton could still see it behind the mask, Shawn signaled the stage and as the band ended their song, a screen dropped. It immediately began showing the part of the match where Carlton's face hit the floor after Jericho had hit him with the Breakdown.

The officers cheered and hooted. Yells of "Go Chief!" and "Ooooo!" filled the room.

"DAMN IT SPENCER!" Carlton hollered before taking off after the now running detective.

"El Calcetín Loco strikes again!"

"I'll show you a Breakdown, you little−!"

"No no! It's all supposed to be kayfabe! Remember wrestling isn't real! OW! Gus help!"