Chuck sat at his desk and shook his head. As he looked over a various array of AWF contracts and legal documents, his new bride and now secretary Laura Lee came into the office with a tray with a cup and coffee pot. Chuck glanced at her and smiled but shrugged off the coffee.

SPF: No coffee, I'm going to need something stronger. I tell you, Ryba announces he's the owner and is kind enough to give my C.E.O. position back to me, and then proceeds to go on vacaction leaving me with the day to day duties? Where's the justice? Brandy please, make it a double.

Laura nodded and walked over to Chuck's crystal set which held his brandy and she quickly poured him a glass and handed it back to him.

Laura: If you don't mind, I'd like to do a little shopping before going home, so may I have the rest of the day off?

Chuck nodded and waved off his wife almost uncaring like and she smiled as he just stare at his paperwork and stress over everything from within Anarchy Wrestling Federation's headquarters. Laura backed to the door and was going to speak again but only brought her finger up and nodded. She then turned and exited the offices for the day. Chuck meanwhile was trying to see what he could put together for the card for this Sunday, as it was just another one of his duties bestowed from the Ryba vacation. He stopped and dropped his pen and his eyes widened when he was reviewing the roster.

SPF: This can't be...Angel Lynn back in the AWF?

Chuck paged through the contracts and sure enough he saw one for Angel. It was signed and sent over a fax, from Ryba's private office to the Lynn farm, then faxed to the AWF HQ, with "Attention Asshole" written in writing that Chuck knew to be Angel's. He shook his head as he only had a few matches scheduled; including one for himself, and looked over the remaining available wrestlers, and his lips developed an evil smirk as he wrote her name down. He quickly grabbed his phone and dialed her up on his speed dial. As the phone rang, he wondered to himself why she was even on his speed dial, and how he did that without even thinking. Soon though his thought was on his plan, when the Lethal Beauty answered.

Liz Ryan: This better be important that it interupts my manicure and pedicure!

Chuck shook his head and snickered. She was such a bitch. She should truly be a 'lethal bitch' for the overtones she often used, but her beauty was always luring, so she could afford to take on such an attitude.

SPF: Welcome to the AWF...Chuck Lee style.

Liz Ryan: Can we get to the point here, Chuck? I don't have all day.

Chuck bit his lip a moment as he thought of how he caught in such a bad mood, but he remained persistant to his smirk and arrogance.

SPF: I'm taking care of the scheduling for Sunday, and you are going to do me a favor and repay that one I did for you, by giving you a job.

There was a silence at the other end. Finally she would remain quiet, Chuck felt releaved that a bitchy retort did not ensue.

SPF: You are scheduled to face my former pupil, 2004 Rookie of the Year nominee, 2004 Wrestler of the Year nominee and my last wife, Angel Lynn.

Liz Ryan: Quite the resume she has, and as one of my former spouses; Matty would say..."Too easy".

Chuck shook his head as he heard many wrestlers say that about Liz Ryan, however he would not ridicule her as he knew it was his same weakness. Hell he was married to someone he didn't even love.

SPF: Yes, definitely this will be easy, and as for added insurance, I named myself Special Guest Referee, and your sudden and surprising friend, The Sidewinder will be on the outside as an outside enforcer.

Liz Ryan: Thanks but no thanks, I can take care of myself.

SPF: Can you? You did a marvelous job against a guy who hasn't come close to winning a match in nearly 7 months. I know Angel would probably destroy Bulk in less than 2 minutes. Bottom line here Liz...at least with us there, nothing fishy can happen, and this will give you a much better opportunity to get your timing back. And then___.

There was a click on the other end, as it was obvious that Liz did not like to hear his critique, however Chuck just smiled as he held the phone to his ear until the dialtone began.

SPF: Have a wonderful week.

Chuck hung up the phone and looked down at his card, and pencilled in a couple more matches before picking up his paperwork and contracts. He took the schedule of matches to Laura's desk as it was her job to make sure they were posted in all of the appropriate places and then took the paperwork to the AWF vault, where he opened it as he realized he still was the only one that knew the combination and it would open only on a timer without his combination entered, each day at 8 AM. He then switched on the light and went to file the paperwork away, when footsteps approached he didn't pay them no mind as he was busy trying to file the contracts back in the assigned spots in alphabetical by last name, when he got to Angel's, he was shocked as her voice came from behind.

Angel: Ironic isn't it? I walk in here at the same time, you are looking at my new contract.

Chuck whirled around to see Angel standing in her white wifebeater, with the slit down her front and daisy duke shorts. Her blonde hair was flowing down past her shoulders, but her eyes were cold as ice.

Angel: I guess this is as good as place as any to say to you what I need to say.

Angel turned and pulled the vault door shut behind her as Chuck screamed out.

SPF: ANGEL?!? DON'T!!??!!

Angel turned around not realizing what she did, however Chuck just looked past her with anxiety sunk deep in his facial features.

Angel: What? You don't want to talk? You would just rather run away?

SPF: I'm afraid that is impossible now. We are locked in.

The scene slowly faded as Angel tried to open the door and looked at her husband/ex-husband in shock.

TBC