Leaning back in his leather chair sitting behind his desk, LJ Black speaks with a look of anguish upon his face.

"Of course, Agent Rook. We will cooperate in anyway we can to see that Heather is found safe and alive." The phone can be heard hanging up on the other end as LJ looks across the desk at the three people seated across from him.

"Ladies and gentlemen we have a problem."

Trinity K . Litrell raises her hands in frustration. "A problem is an understatement. A woman was kidnapped by a man under contract with us from a building we were leasing and possibly under orders from a former business associate of yours. Now the FBI has us under a microscope."

A tall black man in black suit and tie walks over to the mini bar and pours a scotch on the rocks and turns back to the other three.

"Trin has a point," the man says as he takes a drink before continuing to speak. "Solomon has claimed no knowledge and has sworn under oath that he has no knowledge of why Reiver tried to implacte him as his co-conspirator."

"Give me five minutes alone with him in a locked room and I will get him to confess." A smile cracks the face of Oblivion as he speaks the words. LJ shakes his head at his bodyguard.

"I wish it were that simple, Alex. It has to be more than coincidence that Solomon chose to pull off such an elaborate scheme right before the final contest for the Dead Man's Hand."

Trin opens a folder laying upon her lap and pulls some papers out looking them over. "I had our attorneys go over the contract for the Hell Mouth Match and nowhere does it state that if Jonah wins the match, John Solomon will win the Dead Man Hand. LJ, did you see this stipulation in paragraph 3, section A?" Trin reaches across the desk handing him the contract. He breaks out laughing as he reads the section pointed out to him.

"This is rich. Not only is this for the Dead Man's Hand, but for the Hell Title. "

"Perhaps I should take your place in the match, boss," Alex says as LJ hands the contract back to Trin.

"No doubt that match would be done before it even started," Trin says as she nudges her bodyguard in the shoulder.

"I agree, Alex. This is your type of match and I appreciate the offer, but this is something I have to do myself," LJ says as he reaches down picking a remote up from his desk and turning on the television on the far wall. "I want you all to see this," he says as the television begins to play what looks like a movie. Trinity's eyes go wide at what she sees.

After the video finishes playing, LJ clicks off the television as Trin turns back to him, her face a pale white as she speaks.

"Where did you get this? Why don't the police or FBI or someone have this tape?"

LJ cracks a smile. "As you noticed it cut off abruptly. It was staged. It seems our friend Steve Hughes is not quite the Outlaw he used to be. I got this tape from a source within the MWA production crew."

Trin looks at LJ with concern in her eyes. "I do not like this, LJ. Staged or not, Steve is still dangerous and will do anything to possess gold and Jonah is a master of the Hell Mouth match. Who knows what Fyre will do. She could be the wild card."

Shawn walks over and sits on the edge of the desk saying to them, "It would be a mistake to overlook any of them, LJ. Would be wise to think about this before he steps into that cage?"

Trin stands up to leave with Alex accompanying her. "You're right, Shawn. Please listen to him, LJ. I have to get to this meeting for the charity board. Alex will be with me so do not worry about me or little Shane," Trin says with a smile.

LJ looks at her with shock. "I thought we agreed if it is a boy we would name him Nathan."

Trin walks out laughing. "No, you agreed to that. I agreed to nothing."

Trin and Alex exit the room as Shawn turns to LJ with a look that would kill lesser man and reaches into his jacket, pulling out his 45. "You have not told her, have you? I should shoot you in the knees to stop you from competing in this match."

LJ speaks with a bit of shock in his voice. "What are you talking about, Shawn? This is not funny. Put your gun away."

"Black, I have know you since we were both just out of diapers. It is time you grow the hell up and be a man. You have a child on the way you have thousands of people working for you. The time has come to take responsibility for you life. I know the doctor told you that if you step into the ring it could cripple you or kill you. This is even worse than a Hell mouth. Hell, Brand may think Hughes is a joke assigning McCurty to him as a trainer, but we both know better."

LJ speaks up. "I am not concerned with Hughes. He wants gold, I want the Dead Man Hand. I could care less about the Hell Title. This is my last match, Shawn. I promise. Hell, I would hand Hughes the Hell Title if I won just to posess the Hand."

"LJ you may be the dead one after this match, think about that."

At that moment, standing outside the door is Trinity, having returned to get some papers. She left is seen with a look of pure terror on her face from what she has overheard.