A/N- Alright, so here I go again lol. I enjoyed writing my last story i figured I would try another one. Now, I know this has probably been done a thousand times, but I couldn't help it. So I hope you like it. Tell me what you think!

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" You having fun Brendon"? I ask my eight year old son, as we walk the halls of the Panther Arena in search of a bottle of water. We are at Monday Night Raw, and are about half way through the show.

" Yeah, John Cena is going to kick Randy Orton's ass" He says all excited.

" Watch your mouth Brendon." I hide my laugh at his eagerness. The boy loves wrestling, he has since the first time he saw it on TV three years ago. Like most of the young kids who watched wrestling, Brendon really took to John Cena and the character he plays on TV. The only thing I have against wrestling, is the vulgar language they use, and Brendon seems to have no trouble picking up on it either. He was calling Randy Orton a son of a bitch earlier, words spoken by John Cena a few weeks ago. He really doesn't like Orton, I really have no opinion. I don't watch it, unlike my son who watches it four nights a week.

" Sorry mom" He says, not looking the least bit sorry at all.

" Just don't let it happen again" I say, as we make our way to a stand selling various things to drink.

" What do you want to drink Brendon"? I ask him. I wait for a response and turn around to look at him. My heart stops when I see he is not behind me where he was previously. I frantically look around, beginning to panic, but let out a sigh of relief when I see him standing near a merchandise stand selling t-shirts. I quickly make my way over to him, thankful that there isn't to many people in the hall, no more then ten.

" Don't you ever take off without telling me again" I scold at him, immediately taking him in my arms.

" I just wanted to see the shirts mom" He says in a little voice, washing away my anger.

" Its ok, just tell me next time"

" I will mom" He says, looking back at the shirts.

" C'mon, lets get something to drink, so we can get back before you miss anything" When we left, it was Cody Rhodes against Mr. Kennedy I believe. Apparently Brendon doesn't like those guys, so we decided to go and get something to drink.

" Wait, can I get that John Cena shirt" He asks hopefully. I look at the one he is looking at, hustle, loyalty, respect. I laugh to myself, how uncreative! I look at the price tag and frown. Twenty-five dollars.

" Maybe next time Bren, we can't right now buddy" It breaks my heart to watch his face fall. His eyes brighten and it seems he has an idea.

" I know, if you buy it for me, I wont eat anything for a week." I sigh, it's sad when an eight year old knows you don't have a lot of money. But then again, no one said being a single parent was easy. Especially a single parent with a minimum paying job. It took me six months to save up enough money to get tickets to see Raw, money was certainly tight.

" You'd get sick" I tell him, hoping it would change his mind. He doesn't understand we cant afford it, and I wouldn't expect an eight year old to anyway.

" Please mom" He begs.

" I said no Brendon, we don't have the money" That was the only way I could hope to get him to understand why we cant get it.

Brendon looks upset as I pull him to the side, and let the man who came up behind us get what he wanted. He looked at us, and I couldn't help but feel like a crappy mother, he probably heard everything that I had said, and doesn't think I can provide for my kid.

" What size"? The man who looked at us asked. He had black hair, and beautiful blue eyes. He had on an RKO shirt, which I could only assume was a wrestler, and blue jeans on.

" What"? I ask, confused at what he was asking.

" What size shirt does your son wear" He asks again, motioning towards Brendon, who hasn't even looked into the mans direction yet, he is still sulking.

" Medium" I reply, confused as to why he was asking. It didn't hit me until he turned to the guy behind the stand.

" No, don't buy that, I don't have the money to pay you back"

" I didn't ask you to, which one did he want"? I look at him, and then down at Brendon. As much as I wanted him to have the shirt, I didn't want to be a charity case.

" Really sir, please don't, I cant pay you back." I say, feeling ashamed. He ignores me and taps Brendon on the shoulder, who turns around and looks at the man for the first time.

" What shirt do you want little man"? He asks Brendon, who nows looks even madder.

"Don't call me little man jerk"

" Brendon, that wasn't very nice" This is strange, Brendon is usually a nice kid.

" He isn't nice either mom" He says, letting go of my hand. Now, I'm really confused.

" What are you talking about baby"? I ask him, rubbing my hand over the top of his head.

" He kicked John Cena's father in the head, and made Cena get in trouble with Coach the next week" He tells me, and I have no idea as to what he is talking about. The man must realize this because he finally speaks up.

" I take it Brendon here isn't a fan of mine"? He asks, a smile playing on his lips. Then it hits me, this is Randy Orton. Randy Orton is standing in front of me, offering to buy my kid a shirt. No wonder Brendon looks mad, he isn't at the age where he understands that wrestling is staged, so he believes Randy really kicked Cena's father.

" Far from it asshole" Brendon speaks up again, using the same words as John Cena did weeks earlier towards Randy. I really got to sit him down and explain he cant repeat everything he hears on TV, especially from John Cena. I give Randy and apologetic look, and he has an amused smirk on his face.

" For a little kid, you sure are a smart ass"

" For a grown man, you wrestle like a little girl" Brendon shoots back at him. I never said the kid wasn't intelligent, because he is.

" For a smart kid, you don't seem to be able to pick good wrestlers"

" For a professional wrestler, you suck" I decide to step in now, before it goes any further.

" Alright children, thats enough" I say, giving both of them a look.

" He started it" Randy said, pointing at Brendon.

" I did not liar" Brendon says, stepping in front of me. Even though he doesn't like the guy, you would think Brendon would be at least a little star studded, with seeing a wrestler who he watched on TV every week, instead of having an argument with him.

" I'm sorry for his mouth Randy."? I say apologetically. He nods his head in understanding, then turns towards Brendon again.

" So, you want to tell me what shirt you want kid"? He asked, and I'm surprised. After that verbal dispute, I really didn't think he would still willingly buy Brendon a shirt.

"No, I don't want it from you"

" I'll tell you what, I will make you a deal. If you let me get you a shirt, I will let you meet John Cena" Randy says, trying to reason with Brendon.

" Hardly, John Cena hates you" I laugh quietly, the kid is a stubborn ass.

" He does not, I'll prove it to you, but you got to let me buy you a shirt first." Brendon looks hesitant at first. I guess he really doesn't like Randy.

" Fine, I want that one" He says, pointing to the shirt he showed me earlier. Randy puts on a face of mock disgust.

" Really, I figured you would want an RKO shirt" He says as serious as he can.

" I don't want garbage" Brendon says, and I break out into a laugh. I really should yell at him for his mouth, but I honestly never seen him act this way with anyone.

" I said an RKO shirt, not a Cena shirt, you must have misheard me" Randy says to Brendon, while telling the guy behind the stand what shirt he wanted. The guy gives him the shirt and Randy pays, then reaches out to give it to Brendon.

" I don't want it yet, you said I could meet Cena" He says, refusing to take the shirt from Randy.

" Your right, I did tell you that kid, so lets go, your mom can even go" He says. He looks at me for approval, which I nod my head to. We begin walking and Brendon is a few steps in front of us.

" I cant believe I just had an argument with a kid" Randy says, so only I can hear him.

" I cant believe he put you in your place" I say, with a laugh.

" I know, even the kids that don't like me, are always up for an autograph" He says with amusement in his voice.

" I don't think you will have to worry about giving Brendon an autograph"

" I'm sure I could talk him into one, but he is one in a million, I can tell you that..." He breaks off, not knowing my name.

" Morgan" I fill in for him.

" Morgan, sounds much better for a female then it does a male"

" I'm glad someone thinks so" I have always been made fun of for my name when I was younger. I was always the girl with the boys name, and in Colorado, that is reason enough to be made fun of. Randy leads us to a door, which is a set of stairs that lead us down to a bottom floor. We reach the bottom, and Randy opens the door revealing multiple hallways and a lot of back stage crew working on the shows production. Randy leads us down a long narrow hallway with doors on both sides all the way down. Brendon is walking with a look of aw on his face.

" Thanks for doing this." I tell Randy, as he slows down.

" No problem, anything for a fa...a kid who hates my guts" I laugh at his words, and watch as he knocks on the door in front of us. He continuously pounds on the door.

" Hold the hell on, I'm coming" A voice on the other side of the said. Brendon's eyes got wide as he recognizes the voice. The door swings open, revealing someone who I cant see right yet, because Randy is standing in front of me.

" John, there's someone I want you to meet"