"Come in." Maire said to whoever was on the other side of the door.
    It was Eric Bischoff.  He came in with various papers in his hands, and with a sad look on his face.
    "Hi Eric.  What can I do for you today?" Maire said to him.
    "Maire, I'm gonna make this one brief. We are sending you to the WWF.  We need to send some talent there, because we are kind of getting overwhelmed with people at the moment, plus, they are stomping a mudhole in us as far as ratings go.  Your last day will be tonight." he said, sad to see her go.
    "Eric, what about Pete?" she asked.
    "Kidman has to stay here.  He's going to be our catalyst to get the cruiserweight division into the spotlight." Eric said.  "I am sure you are going to want to discuss this with your husband."
    "Indeed.  Thank you, Eric." Maire said.
    She flopped down onto the bench after he left and sighed.  Pete isn't going to like the fact that she's in the WWF and he has been waiting for a shot at this for years.  She sighed again, and put her things together, to get ready to go tape Thunder.

                       
    Pete walked in not two minutes after Eric had left.
    "Well, what did Eric have to talk to you about?" Pete asked.
    "Pete, I am just gonna say it.  I am going to the WWF." Maire said, point blank.
    "WHAT?  HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" Pete yelled, both out of anger and jealousy.
    "How could I do what to you?  I just got handed this news five minutes ago.  What was I supposed to say? No?" she said.
    "YES, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SAY NO." he yelled again.
    "Well, I said yes." she said, point blank, again. "If I didn't, I wouldn't have a job here, because they are releasing me out of my contract."
    "You could have said no and stayed home, to be a mother and a wife." he said to her.
    "I am not June Cleaver.  If you want a June Cleaver, go and look for one.  Ever since we have been together, you have been so damn controlling. And, frankly, I am getting tired of it.  Tomorrow, I am filing for divorce." she said.
    "You can't.  The priest said forever." Pete said.
    "I already talked to Father Dave.  He said that this is a justifiable cause for divorce.  I am taking Cayli and all our things and moving to Boston. It's obvious you and your insecurity need time alone." Maire said, and picked up her things.
    "But, Maire, what will I do without you?  I can't cook or anything like that." Pete said.
    "Frankly, my dear, I don't care what you do." Maire said, as she was walking out the door.