On the ride home, Sharp spends the entire time boasting about his accomplishments in the ring earlier that evening.

“Did you see his face? Did you see it?”

“For the fourth time, yes, I saw it… He definitely looked less than pleased.” She answered, concentrating fully on not rolling her eyes.

Suzy was beginning to think the doctor back at the hospital was quite a bit of a quack. When she had told Stephen that she would be the one driving home, her husband moved at a speed that should not have been possible for a guy with a supposed concussion to try to take the keys away from her. Her eyes widen. Perhaps he had been hired by one of his future opponents in the King of Violence!

She stopped and gripped the steering wheel tightly as if holding on to her sanity. She shook her head as if to banish away the ridiculous conspiracy theory that her brain had come up with. If she didn’t get a hold of herself she was going to start acting like that paranoid schizophrenic that began following her around the emergency room.

Secret plots?

Paid off doctors?

What was this, a fucking soap opera? That shit doesn’t happen in real life. Theowere wrestlers, athletes… Not Luke and Laura on a General Hospital rerun!

What’s next, faked deaths and evil twins?

‘Shut the fuck up.’ She thought to herself, ‘Concentrate on the road.’

“I totally had them eating out of the palm of my hand.” He babbled on. “They were like sheep. I felt like Jesus…”

Had she just heard him right? And did he just laugh without smiling?

Was that normal? Maybe he really had taken a hit or two too many. What if he took more? What would be the first thing he’d lose? What would be the first thing he forgot?

She shivered at the thought.