I went to Smackdown last night and was very inspired to write some more updates. Thank Dave's lickable tattoo and tight trunks. Anyway, here we go…


Kim held her breath over the phone as she waited for Vanessa to say something, anything. Kim hated having to be the one to break the news to Vanessa, especially since she had been making so much progress the past month. She had accepted what her mother did to her and she was fighting like hell to keep it from happening again.

"Ness?"

If anyone thought that Vanessa was going to fall apart at the news of Paula's death or crawl back into a hole, they were sadly mistaken. Vanessa felt nothing but rage by the news and felt the need to vent her frustrations to someone.

"Are you fucking serious? That bitch always gets the last word, doesn't she? I have just now learned to get her out of my fucking life and here she comes back. Even in death, this woman gets to win. How fair is that? I have shit I have to do. My husband's coming home. The husband who I have not had sex with in over two weeks. I'm lonely and horny and now I have to drop everything to deal with this bullshit. Great, just fucking great. What the fuck am I supposed to do, huh? Does everyone want me to go back to Pa and have a lovely funeral and start shedding tears? I'm not doing it. She can rot in the hospital for all I fucking care!!!! I'm not going to let this woman's death set me back and take control again. I fucking refuse." Vanessa took a breath and shut her eyes tightly. She did not have time for this drama.

"Calm down, baby. I needed to tell you what happened. No one expects you to have a funeral or to cry over the loss of her. But you do have to be the one to deal with the body, because you are the closet relative."

"I don't want to."

"I know, sweetie, but you have to. I don't want to fight with you, but it's something that needs to be done. You have to deal with this and then you can finally bury everything, once and for all."


Ever since hanging up the phone with Kim, Vanessa has yet to move from her spot in the office. Hours had gone by, but Vanessa couldn't force herself to do anything but stare at the wall. She always wanted closure, and she got it in the worst possible way. She picked up the phone and dialed her neighbor's number.

"Hello?"

"Trisha? Do you know what time it is in Italy right now?"

Trish fought to put some calculations in her brain. "I think about one in the morning or so. Why? What's up?"

Vanessa sighed loudly. "Nothing. I just needed to call over there and I needed to figure out the time. I'll talk to you later."

Vanessa started dialing the familiar numbers and waited for someone to pick up. After what seemed like forever, a deep voice came over the phone.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" The tired voice asked on the other end of the phone.

The magnitude of what just happened combined with her pregnancy had hit Vanessa hard and she found herself quickly losing control. "I need you to come home now. Please, come home. I can't deal with this on my own."

John sat up in his bed. He had just spoken to Vanessa a couple of hours prior and she seemed fine. Now his wife sounded like someone had just hit her with a truck. Her voice was scratchy and he could tell she was struggling to keep her emotions under control.

"What happened?"

"Oh, you know the usual. Every time shit starts looking up for me, drama intervenes. Paula's dead and now I'm supposed to go claim her body." Vanessa shook violently as emotions waved over her. Why can't I just let this go?

"Wow. Ok, let me talk to Vince. Love ya." John quickly got out of bed and threw on a pair of pants. He tried to remember what room Vince was in, but to no avail. He ran down to the lobby to ask the front desk where he could find his boss. Before he could make it to the front desk, the elevator door opened and he was met with a somber Randy Orton.

"Orton?" Randy looked up at John with a confused expression. John could tell immediately that Randy had been drinking. While he really didn't have time to deal with Randy's issues, he knew that he couldn't leave his best friend like that.

Randy gave John a drunken smile. "Hey Cena. What's up?"

John grimaced at the smell coming off Randy's breath. "Bro, what happened to you?"

"I went for a walk. Do you know there are five bars in walking distance? Yeah, tried all of em'."

"Is everything cool with you and Trish?"

"Who?"

John sighed. Orton always had the worst timing. "Trish? Your wife? The one sitting at home carrying your baby?"

"Oh yeah. I don't want to talk about her. Say, why don't we go back to the bar?"

John pulled his cell phone out and quickly dialed a number. "Hey, wake your ass up and meet me in the lobby, quickly." John hung up and walked Randy over to the nearest couch and sat him down. He sighed as he waited for the elevator. After a few moments of silence, Randy finally spoke.

"I don't want to be a dad." John turned around and looked at his best friend with a confused expression.

"What?"

"I don't want to be a dad. I'm Randy Fucking Orton. I'm the Lady Killer. Being married is one thing, but a fucking kid? That's wasn't in my future. I've barely tapped into my thirties and now I have to play dad. I can't fucking do it man, I just can't do it."

If John wasn't in such a rush to get home to his wife, he would have laughed at Randy's half-ass attempt to have a midlife crisis.

"I saw Sam." John looked up shocked. That name hadn't come up in long time and it didn't take long for John to realize that seeing her may have something to do with Randy's unwillingness to grow up.

"Does Trish know?"

"Do I still have my balls?" John rolled his eyes as the elevator doors opened and a sleepy Dave Batista came walking through.

"This better be good, Cena."

John took a deep breath. "Orton here is drunk off his ass. He saw Sam and he doesn't want to be a dad or some shit. I can't take care of him because I need to go the front desk and figure out what fucking room Vince is in so I can tell him that I have to go home because Ness's mom died and she needs me to be home but I can't leave Orton's drunk ass alone just in case he decides it will be good idea to start destroying shit again and there is no way I'm sending him home to an angry Trish who just got thirty grand deducted from her account because her husband's a fucking lush."

"Back up, Ness's mom is dead? What happened?"

"Don't know, she wouldn't say. I just need to get home NOW."

"Damn it." Dave ran his fingers through his hair and tried to think. "Call Steph. Trying to get a hold of Vince at this hour is just going to piss him off and he won't listen to reason. Steph will let you go home and we all will be there in two days. Don't worry about Orton; I'll take care of him." After sharing a man-hug with Dave, John ran to find Stephanie and get home to his wife.