"Stephanie what the hell did you tell him?" Paul shouted angrily. He stared haughtily at the brunette and began to advance towards her.

John immediately stepped in front of Stephanie, cutting off the blonde man's advances, "Watch how you talk to her," John warned dangerously.

"Oh so now you're telling me how to talk to her, when just hours ago you were calling her a slut?" Paul challenged, now getting in John's face.

"That was before Stephanie filled me in on what really happened. Now that I know, I regret what I said to her. Now I know that you are the one to blame for all of this."

"What?!" Paul shouted in anger.

"You heard me," John said with a sneer, "She told me how you pursued her and how you wouldn't let up even after she turned you down."

"Oh is that so?" Paul questioned, looking straight at the brunette.

"Yeah that's so."

"So then she must have forgotten to mention the fact that when we first ended up making out, that she was all for it, and she was even eager to get my pants off and get my dick in her… I guess she left that part out."

"No she didn't. She explained it all. I see right through you Paul. I see what you're trying to do. You're trying to reciprocate your actions by placing the blame on Stephanie," John said angrily, "but it's not working. I knew you wanted her from the start. The way you looked at her. The way you talked to her. You would play with her in ways that you didn't play with other women. I knew it, but I never thought that you would actually stab me in the back by pursuing her in spite of our friendship."

The blonde man was silent. He had indeed pursued Stephanie, even after her failed attempts to keep him and their emotions at bay. Now he was paying for it. That still didn't mean all of the blame was on him.

"First of all John, if she didn't want me she would not have fallen in my trap to begin with. She gave herself to me and she loved every minute of it, with no regrets… or any real regrets that is."

"She only fell for your traps, because you seduced her into falling. Otherwise she may not have fallen for your advances. You basically pushed her into falling for you."

"Well she fell pretty damn hard then, considering that she admitted that she was in love with me. I guess I pushed her into that to, huh?" Paul asked sarcastically, getting right in John's face.

"She doesn't love you. I asked her and she said no. She must have got caught up in the moment. But I'm gonna make sure that you don't trap her ever again. So here is a warning that you better damn well take seriously, if you know what's best for you. Stay the hell away from her," John warned in a dangerous tone as he stood toe to toe with the Game, "and if you don't listen, then what you got in the elevator is going to seem like love taps compared to the ass kicking that you're going to get if I catch you around her again."

"You two stop this!" Stephanie shouted, finally reminding the two angry men that she was still in the room, "This has gone too far. John I am an adult and I was aware of my actions when I was sleeping with Paul, even though he did seduce me, I was still aware of what I was doing. Paul what we did should not have happened and it was wrong. You're in a relationship and so am I. We were both selfish and wrong for what we allowed to happen, and it will not happen again."

The two men stared at the brunette both of them slightly taken aback. John appeared relieved that his girlfriend had in not so many words chosen him over Paul.

Paul was standing there looking at the woman that he was in love with, with sadness and sorrow in his eyes. Had she really just chosen John over him? Even after their confessed feelings for one another earlier that day? He could feel his heart sinking as if it were sitting on quicksand. It was sinking slowly, but surely.

"You heard her Paul. What has been happening between you two will not happen again. I think you know what that means. She has made her choice… me."

Paul ignored his former friend and continued to stare at the young McMahon with longing and pain evident in his eyes, "Is that true Stephanie?"

"I have not chosen anyone. I need some time to myself. Paul you still have Joanie, and considering the circumstances I think you should be with her right now and not here longing after me. John I love you, but I need to sort my feelings out, and I can't do that and have you hanging around me all the time confusing me even more."

"What are you saying Stephanie?" John asked with uncertainty in his eyes and voice.

"You and I need to take a break."

"Stephanie you don't know what you're saying. You need to think this through some more. Don't let Paul come between what we have?" John said firmly, yet gently. He grabbed both of her hands in his and stared into her eyes with conviction.

"John this is something that I need to do. It has nothing to do with Paul." There was another one of her many lies that day, "I need to go. I'm sorry about what happened. All of this is my fault. I came between you and Paul's friendship and now you two want to rip each other apart because of me and that's not fair to either of you. So I won't choose a side. I think I should be alone right now."

She hugged John tightly. As she broke their embrace she leaned up and planted a chaste and sweet kiss to his lips.

As she walked away from her boyfriend and towards the door, she looked at Paul with something that resembled longing in her eyes. Without another word she walked out of the motel room, leaving the two stricken men in her wake.

"Paul, get the fuck out of here!" John shouted angrily.

"Fuck you John!"

"No fuck you!" John shouted angrily. The brunette man shoved the other man against the door, "you see what you did, you asshole? You ruined my relationship. You came between me and the woman that I love. You still have Joanie, but I don't have Stephanie, and it's all because of you and your selfish ass ways. I fucking hate you!"

"Get the fuck off of me!" Paul shouted as he shoved John off of him, "Stephanie did what she wanted… and that was fucking me senseless. Now you want to blame me for your loss? I loss to. I love her to and I know she loves me, but because of you, she won't let herself be with me. So, no, you're the selfish asshole!"

"GET THE FUCK OUT!!" John shouted again, much louder this time.

The blonde man sneered before turning and storming out of the motel room. He just needed something to hit real hard, but instead of resulting to violence like he often did, he decided to drink his sorrow away. That was exactly what he was going to do; all he had to do was get to the nearest bar. He was not sure if he was going to tell Joanie about everything or not. However, he knew that if he did not tell her, John sure as hell would. So he had no other choice, but to tell her himself.

"Life's a bitch and then you die."