A/N: I know, I know, it's almost been a year since I updated this, but it's a really hard story, and I'm really sorry, and I know some of you have been waiting for it, so I hope it doesn't disappoint, sorry again, writer's block is terrible!


Chris's face was buried in between Stephanie's breasts, and if he were to die right now from being smothered, he might not even care. He skimmed his hand up her thigh and rested it lightly against her side as his face came up for air, but quickly descended back down to her breast, nipping and tugging at the nipple. She giggled a little, something she never really did in real life, and he smiled against her skin because sometimes he liked to be reminded that underneath her hard edge, there lay a Stephanie that only he got to see, and even that was only sometimes.

He shifted his body to the side so he could move the hand laying on her side back down again. He caressed the inside of her thigh, and was about to ease his fingers into her when there was a knock at the door. He pulled away and looked like he was going to kill someone, and the person that he killed was probably on the other side of that door. He sat up, licking his lips and groaning.

"It's not like I'm going anywhere," Stephanie told him.

"I know, but I don't like being interrupted when I'm trying to create a masterpiece."

"That's what we're calling it now," she pulled him down and kissed him lasciviously, slowly easing her tongue into his mouth, wrapping her arm around his waist and guiding his body over hers.

"I thought I needed to get the door," he mumbled against her lips.

"Whoever is there will still be there, won't they?" she asked, but she was interrupted again by the knocking. She rolled her eyes; now she wanted to kill whomever was at the door. "Ten bucks says it's Hunter, and he's here to tell us about how he saw me again or something."

"I'm not taking that bet because it's probably him. Let me handle this, you just stay in here and stay wet for me." He quickly slid his hands inside of her, causing her to arch her back in surprise. He pulled them out then sucked them into his mouth for a moment, cleaning them off. "Definitely save some of that for me."

"Get out of here," she kicked at him lightly with her foot as he laughed and stood up. He grabbed his t-shirt from the back of the chair near the bed and slipped it on. He still had his jeans on, so he should be fine. He closed the door behind him, and walked towards the hotel room door.

He was glad he didn't make the bet with his wife because it was Hunter on the other side of the door, and he looked irate. He pushed past Chris and into the room, looking around as if in a frenzy. "Is your wife here?"

"Not in the immediate area, no," Chris told him, his eyes flitting to the closed door and what Stephanie might be doing on the other side of it right this second. He pictured her trying to bring herself off, her fingers sliding in and out of her, faster and faster…and he trained his attention back to Hunter before he got carried away into his fantasy.

"You went to my fucking parents?" Hunter seethed.

"What was I supposed to do, man?" Chris asked him, fighting to keep the smirk off his face. "You come to me telling me you see Stephanie, who's been dead over a year, and you think I'm just going to buy that."

"I told you what I saw. She's here, and she's alive, and whatever happened to her, she probably needs our help, and just like you always do, you're sitting around doing nothing because you didn't love her nearly enough. You claim to have loved her, but you didn't, you never did, you used her—"

"Shut the fuck up!" Chris yelled at him. "You have no idea what my relationship with Stephanie was like, so don't even for one second try to tell me what I felt for her. She was everything to me, and I know you hate to hear it because you want to go to your grave thinking that you were the only one who loved her, but it wasn't true. But I'm also realistic, Hunter, I'm always here, and I miss her every day, but I needed to move on."

Hunter sucked at his teeth. There was no immediate response to what he'd said because what could he say. He really didn't know the nature of Chris's relationship with Stephanie, even if he did think that Chris was just using her. "You had no right to go to my parents."

"You're one of my employees. I have to look out for your best interest, and the best interests of the people that you get into the ring with, so of course I'm going to go to them if they can help you, and you need help, Hunter, it's just a matter of admitting to it."

"And what should I do, Chris, huh? Check myself into the insane asylum, have them put me in a straitjacket. Fuck you. Don't ever go to my parents again, do you hear me? I will mess up your face."

"Do you think that's what Stephanie would want?" he taunted. He knew he shouldn't do that, but it was so much fun getting Hunter riled up. He was so close to the deep end that one little push and he'd probably go right over the edge. He and Stephanie were going to take great pleasure in that.

"Just stay the fuck away from me," Hunter told him, storming out of the room and slamming the door behind him.

A few seconds later, Stephanie stepped out of the room, wearing a robe, and she came over to Chris, grabbing his arm, "What the hell was that all about?"

"He's going crazy. He was mad that we went to his parents, and if I ever do that again, he's going to break my face," Chris imitated Hunter's irritated voice. Stephanie laughed and thought about Hunter's irate face.

"That's going well then, maybe we should report to old mommy and daddy what Hunter is doing now that he's threatening his superiors. That's so unbecoming of an employee. Maybe he really does need the insane asylum."

"Yeah, I think—" There was another knock at the door and Chris turned on his heel to look at it. "Goddammit, who the hell is this? If this is Hunter again, I swear to God, I'm going to put him in a straitjacket myself just for being here."

"I'll go back in the room," Stephanie sighed, "but I'm telling you right now, the more that I'm alone, the less horny I get, so hurry up, will you?"

"Okay, fine, I'll send him away," Chris shooed her back into the bedroom and went to the door, expecting it to be Hunter trying to get the last word or something. Instead, it was Shane, and Chris immediately frowned. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I had to see if you were out for myself."

"You have nothing on me, Shane, but boy, do I have something on you?"

"Big talk from a guy who assaults someone else," Shane told him with a smirk, "oh, that's right, you didn't, but nobody is going to know that, and I'm going to get my rightful place back in the company while you rot in a jail cell. Don't worry, I'm sure they'll let your little whore wife have a conjugal visit every now and then."

"You're lucky I don't actually assault you right now, but I think that's what you want," Chris raised an eyebrow as he leaned in the doorframe. "I think you want me to actually beat you, and you probably have some cronie waiting down the hall to take pictures of it because you know that you don't have anything on me, and it probably kills you that you won't be able to pin a damn thing on me."

Shane laughed, "You're already up shit creek without a paddle, Jericho."

"That's really funny coming from you, Shane, really damn funny," Chris told him because Shane was so naïve. He didn't know that Chris had him right where he wanted him. The only reason Shane wasn't in jail right now was because Chris wanted to get his hands on him just once. "You know, that match is still on, right? We're still going to fight, and I'm going to get my hands on you, and I'm going to make you pay for Stephanie."

"That bitch is dead, why do you still bring her up?"

"Because you never paid," Chris told him with a sneer, "you never paid for what you did, and I'm here to make sure you do. Stephanie may not be here anymore, but that doesn't mean I can't get her the vengeance that she deserves."

"Whatever the fuck she told you, it never happened. She's a liar, she's always been a liar, and I never did anything to her. She should have worshipped the ground I walked on because of how good I was to her."

"Really? So when you beat her up, that was being a good brother?" Chris scoffed. "When I get my hands on you in the ring, Shane, it's not going to be a sanctioned match, and I'm going to beat you within an inch of your life. I want you to feel what Stephanie felt, I want you to feel every goddamn feeling she went through, and I want to leave you more black and blue than you left her."

"Get the fuck over her, man, I don't think your wife will appreciate you pining over another woman, don't you think? I mean, you and Hunter, you both need to realize she's fucking dead, buried in the ground, not coming back, probably being eaten by worms right about now."

"I don't give a fuck, and when it's over, right when you beg for mercy, that's when the boom is going to drop on you, Shane, and you won't even know what hit you."

That was how it was going to go down. That was why he wasn't pressing charges for what Shane did to him, for setting him up. That's why he didn't immediately go to the police to tell them about Shane setting him up. That's why Vince's lawyers were sitting on the embezzlement charges. Chris was waiting for the right moment, the exact right moment for Shane's world to crumble around him, and it was going to be after he beat him up.

He wanted to watch Shane be dragged from the ring, unable to stand, and he wanted Shane to get backstage only to find police officers there to arrest him. He wanted everyone to be watching it as it happened. He wanted every wrestler, every producer, every single person who worked there to line the hallways as they watched Shane be dragged away and led to a police car. That's why the show was scheduled in Connecticut. It was where everything was going to come full circle.

He wondered if Vince would want in on the action. Maybe he'd want a modicum of revenge for Stephanie too. He couldn't blame him if he did. He inwardly chuckled at the thought of Vince decking his own son. Maybe Stephanie could even get one in. He would let Shane punch him once before he unleashed on him, and Stephanie could pretend to be angry over that and punch him. Yes, this was shaping up very nicely.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Shane asked suspiciously.

"Like hell I'd tell you," Chris let out a breath of exasperation. "Just know that things aren't going to end up well for you, Shane. You keep gloating about how you have one over on me, but you don't know how I play the game. You don't know what I'm capable of, so don't try me."

"Capable of? I'm not fucking scared of you."

"You should be."