Part 13:

As Sabrina accompanied Andrew to the hospital, Linda went in search of her husband. She found him in his dressing room with Shane, J.R. and Pat Patterson.
"All of you get the hell out," she hissed her eyes on her husband.
"Mom…"
"Shane, not now. This is between your father and me."
"It's okay Shane," said Vince. "I think your mother and I can manage a civil conversation."
"Don't bet on it," hissed Linda.
As soon as they were alone, Vince took a comfortable seat on a couch, showing Linda a free spot next to him. She sat in an armchair instead.
"Quite a show we put on out there tonight," he said.
"Oh yes, quite a show."
"You know, at first I had my doubts about this new story line of yours but the more I see of it, the more I like it."
"You like it?"
"Well, I'm not exactly in love with it but I can see its benefits."
"I see," grinned Linda, "unlike me who refuses to see the good in the McMahon-Helmsley story line, you can see the good in the new children of Linda McMahon story line, is that right?"
"Kind of, yes."
"I see. Well Vince, feel free to be the bigger man in this. I won't compete for the honor with you."
"You won't?"
"Absolutely not. However, I'd like you to tell me something. How in God's name will you ever justify what you just did to Andrew?"
"I didn't do anything to Andrew. He did what all of our superstars do sooner or later, he bladed."
"Vince, you forced him to do that. I know it. I heard you. We all did."
"What are you saying Linda?"
"I'm saying that we both need to come to an agreement Vince. We are having problems as a couple. That's one thing. And I made a mistake. I allowed our personal problems to leak into our professional lives. I won't lie and say that when I brought in Sabrina and Andrew as my 'new' children, I didn't act out of spite. I did. I was wrong."
"You were wrong?"
"Yes I was. But Vince, you have to understand something too. We need to fix this marriage, work at it. And things won't start working until we both agree to make this effort."
Vince sat back in the couch and looked at his wife. He'd never seen her so fired up before. Something had happened to her, something had changed her. This wasn't the woman who'd worked by his side for the past thirty years. She was stronger than that.
"I want our marriage to work Linda. And it did work, for many years it worked. What changed?"
"WWF Attitude Vince, that's what changed it. We made the company better, we made it stronger. But we lost part of ourselves, of our marriage. And what we lost made our marriage suffer."
"But I don't see that Linda. I don't see how our marriage suffered that much."
"Vince, when was the last time you made love to me? When was the last time you treated me nicely on a whim, without it being a birthday or an anniversary?"
"I honestly don't know," said Vince with a sigh.
"That's what I mean when I said our marriage was suffering. That's why we need help."
"Let me guess. You want us to see a therapist or something."
"That's not a bad idea."
"I'm not sure it is a good idea."
"Vince, please. For us, for the children, do this with me."
"What brought this about? What made you suddenly feel the need for more out of this marriage?"
"I don't know Vince. I guess it was one of the many nights I watched RAW from my office, watching you, Shane and Stephanie in the ring and I realized I would never be a part of that world."
"But you could be, if you wanted."
"Please Vince. The minute I step out there, I'm nothing more than Vince McMahon's wife."
"Not anymore. You're Sabrina and Andrew's mother now," said Vince with a smile.
"But I'm not a performer. I never was and I never will be. And the moment I set these two up on their own, I'll step back into the shadows, where I belong."
"Baby, you belong out there in the lights," said Vince, reaching out to touch the side of his wife's face.
Linda closed her eyes as Vince's hand caressed her cheek. This felt so good, like old times. "No," she said slowly, getting up. "Vince, before we make a commitment to fix this marriage, I'd prefer it if you didn't touch me."
"What? Why?"
"Because when you touch me, I lose myself in you. I need to be all there to fix this situation."
"Whose idea is that?" asked Vince, anger surging back in his eyes.
"Mine. Vince, please understand me. I want to fix our marriage. First thing tomorrow, I'll call about finding a therapist and I'll set up an appointment for us as soon as next Wednesday."
"If you're so sure our marriage needs help, why don't we make an appointment for the end of this week?"
"Because I won't be back in Connecticut until next week," explained Linda.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm staying here with Sabrina and Andrew to work on some angles."
"Why not come home then?"
"We've made appointments here. Vince, I'm sorry, I should have told you about this earlier. But next week, for sure, I'll be back home."
"Linda?" asked Vince slowly, stepping closer to her.
"Yes?"
"Is it another man? Is that what's really wrong with our marriage?"
"No Vince," said Linda, looking down at her feet. "It's not another man."
Linda pulled her arm out of Vince's grasp and walked out of the dressing room. Shane was still there, waiting for her.
"Mom," he asked, "are you all right?"
"I'm fine. Honey, can I ask you for a favor?"
"Sure Mom, anything."
"Can you drive me to the hospital? I'd like to check in on Andrew."
"Not a problem. Mom," asked Shane as they started walking to the parking area. "How are you doing with this whole mess?"
"Ask me in a couple of days."

Part 14:

Sabrina drove back to the arena a lot more slowly than she'd driven to the hospital. The EMTs hadn't allowed her to ride with them because Andrew was so tall and they needed all the room to work on him and although she'd sworn at them then she was now grateful. Andrew was fine and was under observation for the rest of the night.
But Sabrina still had to pick up her stuff and Andrew's from the dressing room. The arena was almost deserted when she got there, except for the people taking apart the SMACKDOWN set and the person waiting for her in her dressing room.
"Hi Sabrina," said the voice.
"Trish. Hi."
"Surprised to see me?"
"A bit."
"Why? You knew I worked for the WWF, didn't you?"
"Yes of course. I'm surprised to see you here, in this dressing room."
"You saw me in the hallway last night. Why didn't you say hello?"
"Why didn't you?"
Trish sighed and got up. She walked around her chair and braced her hands against its back. She pushed her hair out of her face and smiled at Sabrina.
"You're looking good."
"Thanks. You too. And I like you better like that than in your in-ring attire."
"You would," smiled Trish, quickly eyeing her outfit of drawstring black pants and bright red shirt.
"It's classy."
"Thank you. I didn't know you'd look so good in leather. You and Linda."
"It was her idea, believe it or not," said Sabrina with a smile as she started gathering her things and throwing them in her workout bag.
Trish watched Sabrina pack both her bag and Andrew's without saying a word or making a move to help.
"Well, I'm done here," said Sabrina. "Do you need a ride or something?"
"No."
"Well, I have to get going."
"Aren't you even going to ask me why I'm here?" asked Trish.
"I'd rather not."
"Why's that?"
"Because I'm afraid of what'll happen if I do."
Green eyes met with blue and both women were taken back three years in the past, an eternity ago. So many things had been so much easier back then.
"I can't do this," said Sabrina. "I have to get back to…"
"Linda? Surely she won't begrudge you a few moments with a friend."
"You know Trish, it never fails to make me laugh to talk to you privately. Your English gets so proper at the weirdest moments."
"It's a thing. Come on Sabrina, you haven't kissed me or hugged me hello yet. We haven't seen each other in three years. Didn't you miss me?"
Sabrina swallowed at and looked down at the woman in front of her. She closed her eyes and shook her head. "Of course I missed you Trish. You know that."
"You're not acting like someone who missed me."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Kiss me, for starters."
Without understanding why, Sabrina found herself inching down for Trish's kiss. Her old friend's kiss landed on the corner of her mouth, very primly, very properly. She jerked back, bringing her fingers to her lips.
"What did you think I was going to do?" asked Trish, "make out with you or something?"
Sabrina laughed mirthlessly and fingered the ponytail at the back of her head, avoiding looking at Trish.
"Unless you wanted to make out with me," taunted the smaller woman.
"Don't be ridiculous."
"Come on Sabrina. Why deny yourself? You never did in the past."
Sabrina growled and kicked the dressing room door closed, turning to her old friend. She slid off the thigh-length leather jacket and walked to her. "Now," she said, grabbing Trish's wrist, "kiss me properly."
That was all the encouragement Trish needed before pushing her curvaceous body against Sabrina's, wrapping her arms around her neck and bringing her mouth against hers. Sabrina's hands were quick to go to Trish's very round bottom and press her pelvis against hers. That first kiss carried all the frustration of the past three years and it didn't end until Sabrina carried her ex to a nearby armchair.
Linda's daughter pulled Ms. Stratus into her lap and covered her ample bosom with her hands as Trish pulled her in for another kiss.
"God, I missed you," whispered Trish into her mouth.
Then, something clicked in Sabrina's mind. All the old bitterness came surging back at her like a tidal wave.
"Get off me," she muttered, pushing Trish off her lap.
"What, what's wrong?" asked the shorter woman, unwilling to relinquish her hold on her former lover.
"Just let go of me!"
When Trish did unwrap her arms from around Sabrina's neck, the taller woman pushed her away before running to the bathroom. Trish followed Sabrina and found her at the sink, throwing water all over her face.
"Sweetie, are you all right?" she asked, rubbing Sabrina's back.
"Don't touch me!"
"Sab, what's wrong?"
"First of all, don't call me Sab. It's a nickname used by my loved ones. You are not one of my loved ones."
"How can you say that? After all we shared, after everything we meant to each other."
"Don't Trish. Don't say that to me. Yeah, you meant everything to me, but I meant nothing to you. Don't try to pretend otherwise."
"What makes you say that?"
"I don't. Mark, Jacob, Derek, Martin, Richard, Chris, Sean, Darrin, John, Ed, Jason, Alex… do you want any more?"
"You remembered them all. I sure as hell don't."
"That's because everyone of them is like a scar I'll never forget for as long as I'll live."
"You are so dramatic!"
"You cheated on me again and again. And when you finally got what you wanted out of all of them, you dumped me."
"I moved."
"Yes, you did, to a better neighborhood, great apartment, with your latest conquest: Susan."
"I invited you to come stay with us."
"She was my fucking boss! And my girlfriend dumped me for her. And you wanted me to move in with the two of you? That would have been cozy."
"Susan thought it was a great idea," said Trish, reapplying her lipstick.
Sabrina closed her eyes and splashed more water in her face. She wanted to vomit. "What do you want, Trish?"
"Nothing?"
"I don't believe that. Neither do you. Tell me the truth. What do you want?"
"A ride."
"A ride?"
"Yes, on your express to stardom. I know you've been writing those story lines. Include me in it."
"Why?"
"Do you want Linda to know her daughter's a dyke?"
Sabrina's slap was a hard one that made the side of Trish's face burn. "I slept with you because I fell in love with you, Trish, not because you were a woman. I've slept with men in the past and I will again but I've never slept with any other woman but you."
"That unforgettable, am I?" asked Trish, checking her nails.
"No. Let's just say that after you, I didn't want to repeat the experience."
"Oh really. Did any of your other lovers make your knees shake after the first kiss? Did they make your toes curl like I did? Were any of them your first love?"
"Don't pat yourself on the back too much Trish. Don't forget, after all your men, you always came back to me."
"Because you needed me," spat Trish.
"Because you needed me," corrected Sabrina, "like you do now."
Sabrina roughly wrapped her hand around Trish's neck and brought her lips to hers for a brutal kiss, plundering her mouth with her tongue until Albert and Val Venis' manager couldn't see straight.
Sabrina pulled away from her with a satisfied smile and headed for the door, grabbing both bags from the ground where she'd dropped them.
"You might want to reapply that lipstick," she said, "it's all smudged."
Trish picked up a pillow off a couch and threw it against the wall before reaching out to the couch for support. That had been one hell of a kiss.

A pair of cold eyes watched Sabrina's exit, the mind behind it working furiously.

Part 15:

"Morning," mumbled Sabrina as she joined Linda in the kitchen.
"Good morning. How did you sleep?"
"All right, I guess. You?"
"Not bad. Andrew called from the hospital a few minutes ago. They're giving him his walking papers at 10.00 this morning. Do you think you could go and pick him up?"
"Sure."
"I have to go into town and meet with the FX experts you'll be working with. I'll call you and let you know how the meet went."
"Okay."
As Sabrina plunked down at the kitchen counter, a bowl of cereal in front of her, Linda got a good look at her. There were purple shadows under her eyes and she looked like she hadn't slept at all.
"Are you all right Sabrina?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"
"Well, you look like hell."
"Well, I'm not a morning person. I'm going to shower and get dressed."
Linda watched Sabrina go, briefly wondering why her assistant had lied. Sabrina was indeed a morning person. She used to come in every morning with muffins, talking and laughing and she'd even told her boss she was a morning person. Linda sat at the kitchen counter, wondering what could have happened last night to upset Sabrina that way.

Andrew was standing by his hospital room window when Sabrina arrived.
"I understand you need a ride," she said with a smile.
"Yeah, I kind of do."
"Here," she said, eyeing his way too short hospital gown with a leer, "I thought you might want to change clothes before being on your way."
"Thank you," he said, plucking his jeans and shirt out of Sabrina's outstretched arms.
"You know, you could change right here," she grinned as he walked to the bathroom. "I promise not to look… too much."
"What's with you today?"
Before Sabrina could think of an answer, the bathroom door slammed shut.
"What's with me?" she asked the empty room. "Until last night, I thought I was just fine. Now I realize I'm damn horny."
With a mirthless laugh, the young woman sat down on the bed and stared out the window, looking at the wind moving through the large leaves from the palm trees.

"Hey," said Andrew a few minutes later, "I'm ready to go."
"All right."
Andrew signed the last papers at the nurses' station and followed Sabrina to the green SUV Linda had rented for her. She started driving back to the house in silence and Andrew watched her silent profile.
"You never answered me, you know."
"What are you talking about?"
"When I asked you what was with you, you never answered me."
"I did. You just weren't there to hear my answer."
"I'm here now."
"So you really want to know what's with me today?"
"Yeah."
"Are you sure?"
"Cough it up already."
"I'm horny. That's what's wrong with me."
Andrew started coughing until tears came to his eyes.
"Are you all right?" she asked him with a smile.
"I'm perfect. So you're horny, huh?"
"Yes."
"Well, you should have taken care of that last night. I'm sure there has to be someone in the WWF who's drawn your eye."
"Oh no… I'm not even going to dream about doing that. Way too much trouble."
"Come on, it'd be worth it. If I'm to believe what's said in the locker room, most of the guys know how to entertain a lady."
"Who says I'm interested in guys?"
"In that case, I'd suggest Trish. She's into chicks, and guys for that matter. She likes to say she's versatile."
"I say she's a slut," muttered Sabrina.
"Whoa, I feel some serious hostility," whispered Andrew. "Did you know Trish before coming to the WWF?"
"Yes."
"How well?"
"We were lovers."
"Why is it that when women get together, they're 'lovers' but everyone else is boyfriend and girlfriend?"
"I don't know. All I know is Trish wasn't my girlfriend," said Sabrina her eyes on the road, "she was my lover. There's no other way to say it. There was no commitment on her part and she slept with other people."
"Ouch!"
"Indeed."
Andrew looked at Sabrina and saw the shadows under her eyes. He thought about her moodiness, about what she'd just told him about Trish and he realized why she suddenly felt so bad.
"You spoke to her last night, didn't you? That's why you're in such a rotten mood."
"Yeah. All the memories came flooding back to me."
"How did it go?"
"Andrew… you're a friend of hers, I don't want to put you in an awkward position."
"You're not, really. Trish and I… we aren't friends. We're coworkers and we coexist. You're much more of a friend to me than she ever was."
"I see. Well, when she came to see me last night, Trish pretty much threatened to tell Linda about us, her and me, our past. It's not that I'm ashamed of what happened between us, I'm not, really. I fell for her and I was an idiot. She cheated on me, used me like a rug and I let her do it because I was in love with her… go figure."
"She's very pretty. I understand why you… you know."
"As far as I knew, she ruled my world. Then I found out I was nothing but a notch on her belt. She was stringing me along. That's when things ended between us."
"And last night?"
"Last night, to paraphrase her, she wanted a ride on my express to stardom. I turned her down. But I spent the whole night trying to figure out how she was going to strike back at me."
"Who says she will?"
"You don't think she'll do anything?"
"I doubt it. Listen Sabrina, you have to think these things through and you have to bear in mind how much clout you carry in the WWF. You're a writer and you're Linda McMahon's assistant. That's important shit. You have Linda's ear. She listens to you, she trusts you. You're a powerful force in the WWF. You don't want Trish on your coat tails, you can just shake her off. That's it, that's all."
"But if she tells Linda about her and me…"
"I honestly don't think Linda will give a damn."
"I wish I had your confidence."
"Wow," said Andrew after a few moments. "My sister's a fuckin' dyke."
"I'm bi," she corrected him, "and Trish was my only woman."
"You know, if I spread the word in the locker room, you could become a very popular woman."
"Don't you dare!"
"Come on, it'd be fun. I could schedule your dates."
"Basically, you're offering to be my pimp."
"You said you were horny!"
"Twerp!"
"Whore!"

Part 16:

"Sabrina, I'm not sure about this," said Linda, as she watched her assistant fix her hair up for RAW.
"Linda, it'll be fine. I've been drilled ten thousand times on this."
"I'm still very unsure about it."
"Trust me."
"She's right, Linda, trust her. And anyhow, if anything does happen to her, you'll always have your beautiful son, me, to rely on."
"You're such an ass, Andrew," said Sabrina.
"You know, the more time you two spend together, the more you act like brother and sister. Now come on, we have to get ready for the shoot."
Sabrina and Andrew followed Linda out to the parking lot where a camera crew was already set up, waiting for them.
"Is everything ready?" Linda asked the director.
"Of course. Everything is set for this scene and the next one."
"Hey Mom," said Shane from the other side of the parking lot. "Sabrina, Andrew."
"Hello Shane," said Linda, pecking her son's cheek. "Are your father and Steph here?"
"Yes. They're going over final details. Is this the one?" he asked pointing to a car.
"Yep," grinned Sabrina. The other one's outside."
"This is going to be…"
"Incredible," finished Andrew, tousling Sabrina's hair.
"Hey," she said, tapping his big hands away, "hands off the hair!"
"Lookee here," said Trish, passing by with Sean Morley and Matt Bloom, "if it isn't Mother McMahon and her little family."
Thankfully, Linda was going over details with the director and didn't hear Trish's comment.
"You have a problem Trish?" asked Shane.
"Me, not a one. Do I Sabrina?"
"That's not for me to say."
"Trish, the big people have business to take care of," said Andrew, "why don't you get out of our way?"
"What's gotten into you man?" asked Sean after Trish and Matt had hurried away.
"Trish's a bitch," hissed Andrew.
"Andy," snapped Sabrina.
"It's true."
"Why?" asked Shane, "what did she do?"
"Nothing," said Sabrina, "she didn't do a damn thing! Andrew's just being an idiot."
Sabrina walked over to Linda and the director, intensely aware of Shane's penetrating gaze on her.

RAW

"King, we have a camera crew in the parking lot and apparently Linda McMahon's there with her new children. Apparently, she has a surprise for one of them."
"What's going on?" asked Sabrina who was seen in a pair of black jeans and a tight blue top, her eyes covered with a black scarf.
"You'll see," said Linda.
"It's a surprise," added Andrew, leading his sister.
"What's a surprise?"
"This!" yelled Linda as Andrew took off the scarf.
Sabrina blinked a few times and looked down at a shiny new green convertible. There was a big gold bow tied around the radio antenna.
"Oh my God, what is that?" she asked.
"That's your surprise."
"But for what?"
"For winning that belt away from Stephanie and winning it the right way. You've made me prouder than I've ever been in my life."
"Oh Mom," whispered Sabrina, "thank you so much."
As Linda's new family shared a hug, Shane McMahon was seen in the Edge & Christian/Kurt Angle dressing room, looking angrier than ever.

"She made my mother prouder than she's ever been? For winning that stupid title from Steph? And she gave her a car for it? We'll see about that!"
"Shane, Shane," cried Kurt as the heir apparent ran out of the room, "true American heroes don't let anger get the best of them."
"What?" asked Edge.
"It's true, it's true. Look at me, I don't let anger rule my life, I let it roll off my back like water off a duck."
Edge and Christian looked at the American hero and shrugged before looking at a wall covered with their pictures taken by fans during the poses. Figuring out a new one for tonight's show was going to be hard.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to RAW. King, during the commercial break, we were witness to one of the most shameless displays ever seen in the WWF."
"I don't understand what you're talking about J.R."
"I'm talking about what Shane McMahon did to Sabrina's car."
"That was nothing, J.R. It was nothing more than a dent, a small one at that."
"A small dent my eye. It was…"
"Which eye J.R.? The good one or the bad one?"
"Why you… let's just see the footage taken during that commercial break."

DURING THE COMMERCIAL BREAK

"I never made you proud, did I Mom? Didn't I win the European title? Wasn't I the European champion? Weren't you proud of me then? Well, maybe you'll be proud of me now?"
Shane passed by Road Dogg and X-Pac, waving a baseball bat, muttering to himself. Both men tried to stop him but he shoved them out of his way.
"Excuse me," he asked a parking lot attendant, "but where is Sabrina's car? I just want to look at that beauty myself."
"Of course Mr. McMahon," said the attendant, "it's right over there."
Shane walked over to the small convertible and ran a hand over the shiny hood, looking at his reflection in the green metal.
"Wow Mom!" he said. "This car's a beauty. You really went all out for your child, for Sabrina. You never went all out for me Mom!"
Shane screamed out the words before starting to hit the car with the baseball bat. He was like a man possessed, hitting the hood, the doors, the windows, and the lights.
"Shane man, calm down," yelled Road Dogg. "You can't wreck her car!"
"Of course I can. It's my sister's car. She got it because she became a champion!"
"Steph's car? What are you crazy man?" asked X-Pac.
"It's not Stephanie's car!" yelled Shane. "It's my new sister's car! My mother gave that little nobody Sabrina a car because she became the women's champion. She never gave me a car when I became European champion."
"You're losing it man," said X-Pac, "you're losing it!"
"No," said Shane after hitting the rear bumper until it fell off, "I'm not losing it. I'm just giving Sabrina's car an official WWF welcome."
"Let's go," said Road Dogg, throwing his arm around Shane's shoulder, "I think you need to relax."
"But I got to say," said X-Pac, giving the mangled piece of green metal and glass a last look, "great job on getting the dents out of the car!"

"You're to sit here and tell me that was justified Lawler?" asked J.R.

"Well… it might have been a bit extreme but Shane's right. Linda never gave him a car when he became the European champion."

A hip hop beat began, a new and brutal mix of Test's theme and the McMahon's No Chance theme, and out came Sabrina, still dressed in her black jeans and blue top.
"Shane McMahon, you motherless son of a bitch," she said, walking down the ramp, "get your idiot ass out here!" Sabrina walked to the ring but didn't get in. She just leaned against the apron, crossing her arms under her breasts. "And Shane-O, if you're any kind of a man, you'll come out here without your little escort."
"I'm here, I'm here," said Shane, coming out of the backstage area, without music or companions. "What the hell do you want?"
"What the fuck did you do to my car, you spoiled little piece of shit?"
"What, you don't like what I did with it?"
"What do you think, you retard?"
"Hey, hey, watch your mouth!"
"You wrecked my car and you want me to watch my mouth? Fuck you! I have two options for you, Boy Wonder… you can keep walking around, wondering when I'll take my revenge or you can come out here right now and get a revenge beating for wrecking my car."
"You want to take me on? A little girl like you wants to take me on?"
"You afraid you'll get your ass kicked by the little girl?"
"Fine, bring it on."
Sabrina slid into the ring, tossed Lillian Garcia her microphone and waited for Shane. The moment he approached the ring, she hit him with a baseball slide that sent him to the ground on his side. Not giving him a chance to recuperate, she then threw him into the stairs. Then she pulled him into the ring and showed off her talents as a boxer. Shane was barely able to stand through the beating and finally crumbled to the ground, evidently insensate. That's when Sabrina reached into his pocket and pulled out his key chain. Just then, the faction came out, being led by Vince and HHH.
Sabrina didn't wait around for them. She jumped out of the ring and disappeared into the crowd.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the ball's in Sabrina's court now and from the beating she just gave Shane, I'm willing to bet it doesn't bode well."
For the rest of the show, no one saw Sabrina. Linda and Andrew were shown however, making frantic phone calls, trying to track down their missing family member. Finally, Shane was shown going up to the parking attendant who'd shown him Sabrina's car at the beginning of the show.
"Listen Mr. McMahon, I don't want anymore trouble. My boss is going to have my ass as it is."
"I just want my car."
"Your car?"
"Yeah, my car. The dark blue BMW."
"Well, your sister had the keys and she said you were riding in a limo."
"Steph? But she's still in the dressing room."
"No, not that sister… the other one… the cute blond."
"Sabrina?"
"Yeah, that one."
"God damn it!"

"See J.R. now Sabrina's taken Shane's car and God only know what she's done with it. Oh, poor Shane…"
"King, I just got word. One of our camera crews just spotted Sabrina in the outside lot, with Shane's car. Let's take you all out there right now."

Sabrina was seen getting out of the BMW in front of a big cement wall. She ran a hand down the wall and walked away from it, getting back inside the car. She backed the car away, about fifty yards, and then she revved it until it roared. Then, she hit the accelerator, heading straight for the wall.
"J.R. what the hell is she… Oh my God!"
Sabrina was seen jumping out of the speeding car and rolling to the ground seconds before it crashed into the wall. Then, she got up, pulled a thin cigar from a metal case she'd gotten out of her jacket pocket and lit it with a match which she then threw at the car. As she walked away, the BMW exploded in a bouquet of flames. The bursts of lights from the flames made Sabrina's smile seem dangerous and completely wild.

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