"No! I'm not working with or around him again!"

"Come on Sean. You don't have a choice and besides, it might not be that bad this time. It's not like he's in control of anything that goes on here. You can't just up and quit or anything like that, you're still under contract." Sean's blond companion said, trying to reason.

"Watch me." The young man growled as he spun on his heels, slamming the locker room door behind him.

~*~

"Hey Sean. How have you been?"

Growling once more today, Sean spun around towards the all too familiar and haunting voice. "Like you fuckin' care."

"Whoa! Wait a minute. If I didn't care, I wouldn't have asked. Look Sean, everything that happened between us… It's in the past. Just leave it behind you."

"How in the hell can you just say… Oh, it's in the past, yadda yadda yadda. Fuck that shit! You! Out of all people, hurt me. You! The one that I stood up for… The one that I helped out any way possible. The one that I gave all my best ideas to for matches and skits and God only knows what else. You Eric! Everything I did when I was in the WCW was for You!!! And how do you repay me? You fire my ass by FedEx, WHILE I was out due to a fuckin' broke neck. And then you say that you were making an example out of me by doing so; trying to scare Kevin and Scott into straightening up. Did it work, Eric? Did your fuckin' plan work? Go ahead, answer that for me." Sean screamed, glaring down the older man.

"No… It didn't." Eric answered softly, lowering his eyes.

"What? I couldn't hear you? Did you say no?? NO!?! You're damn right it didn't work. What happened after you fired me, Eric? What happened with Kevin and Scott?"

Taking a deep breath and letting it out heavily, Eric answered, still using his soft and almost ashamed voice. "They got worse. Kevin got pissed and took it out on everyone, especially me and Scott's drinking got worse along with other things."

"Yet, firing me was supposed to straighten them up… Guess what Eric… You fucked up. I signed with WCW to help them battle their problems and then got injured. Without me there to watch them, they went off the loop again. Yeah, they're not kids but each one has certain habits that I know how to control. The Kliq knows how to control, and you fucked it up because I wasn't there to do that. But guess what? You don't have to worry about fucking up again. I'm quitting. I can't stay here another minute knowing that the man that I once loved is now working for the one company that he swore he would *never* work for as long as he had breath in his body."

"Look Sean. I don't want you to quit. And… I was hoping that maybe we could try again. You know… Get back together. Start fresh and all." Eric told him, walking closer to Sean.

"Fuck you! The only freshness you're going to get is if you put Vagisil in your damn underwear. You had your fuckin' chance and you blew it. You hear me?! You Blew It!!" Sean screamed even louder. "Now, get the fuck out of my way," He growled once again, pushing Eric to the side before storming off.

~*~

"Alright Sean, it's all taken care of. I'm really sorry to see you leave like this but I wish you all the best and if you ever feel the need to come back home… You're welcome anytime. Always remember that."

"Thanks Jim. It's just not working out for me right now. With the lack in storylines and now with Bischoff here… I can't handle it anymore. Vince knew about Bischoff and myself when I came back the first time… Why he would hire him is beyond me… That is unless he wanted me to leave anyway." Sean sighed, looking down at his feet.

"Don't say that Sean. Vince wouldn't do that to you. You've been there for him almost all your wrestling career and he knows that. If he ever needed or wanted to push someone higher, you were there saying, I'll help. If he wanted something crazy and entertaining thought up in a flash, you were there making him laugh his ass of with one of your ideas." Ross told him, placing a comforting hand on the younger man's shoulder.

"That's why I don't understand… If I was always so helpful… Why did I always get all the shit end of the stick? Why would he hire Bischoff? My head hurts from all this damn thinking. Anyway, thanks for everything Jim. I'm going to miss you." Sean said, smiling at his long time business friend.

"Same here, Sean. Come back anytime."

"Will do… Eventually…" Sean says before turning to walk out of the World Wrestling Entertainment building for the last time… Or is it?

~*~ The End ~*~