Thursday came around way too fast. I had been enjoying my time at home with my family and had been able not to spend too much time thinking about Cena, or Rocky. Why had he insisted on meeting me? It was obviously a terrible idea. He knew I was married. What would Paul say if he found out. Or what would he do?

I tried to clear my head as our limo pulled into the arena where Smackdown was being held later. My heart began to pound in my chest. Is he here or not? If he is you're fucked, if he's not then he's fucked. One way or the other this is the moment of truth.

As the limo stopped in the parking area Paul turned to me, "Are you okay honey, you look very pale?"

I climbed out, "I just need to know if he's here, if he's not here I'm fine." I saw Pat Patterson standing near the entrance to the arena. Without waiting for Paul to catch up to me I stormed over to Pat, "Is he here?"

He turned to me, surprised to hear my voice, "Oh, hi Steph. Uh... are you okay?"

"Answer me damn it is he here or not?"

He put his hand on my shoulder, "Calm down Steph you don't look so good. Yes, your dad is here." Meltdown.

I screamed, "Not my dad you stupid old bastard! John Cena! Is he fucking here or not?"

I think he was too shocked by my explosion to process that I'd insulted him, "No he's not, maybe you should..."

I was so relieved that my legs nearly gave way. Pat caught me before I fell and helped me sit on the floor. I felt like I was going to cry but the tears didn't come. I just sat their breathing hard trying to regain myself.

Suddenly Paul was standing over me and looking down at me with a look of concern on his face, "Steph are you okay? Pat what's wrong with her?"

"Uh... I don't know she just collapsed on me. Help her up."

As they bent down to help me up I had regained my breath and I started laughing. I didn't know I was going to start and once I had started I couldn't stop.

Paul held my face so he could look at me carefully, "You're worrying me baby, what's up with you?"

"I did it. I did it. I told him I would show him. I told him. I did it."

He picked me up in his arms and carried me into the arena. What is he doing? I'm fine.

"Put me down Paul, put me down!"

He started walking faster, "Stop shouting Steph you look like you're going to have a heart attack or something, you're pale, you're sweating and you're ranting like an idiot. I'm getting the doctor to look at you." He's right you're acting crazy! What the hell are you doing?

I tried to get myself under control. The stress must have been worse than I had realised. But I had done it, Cena wasn't there. Rocky wouldn't hire him and he would never see any money from WWE again. John Cena was fucked. I'd done exactly what I'd promised, I'd finished him. Nothing else mattered tonight now.

I felt much better by the time we got to doctor. Paul insisted he check my heart rate and blood pressure but I was fine. He told me avoid being stressed if possible for a few days. I'm not stressed now doc, that's for sure.

We decided it was best not to deal directly with the issue as far as the storyline was concerned until Raw on Monday, we just had the commentators open the show with a re-run of the end of Raw and then, "No one from the McMahon family has been available for comment since Monday night, we'll have to see if they show up on Raw next week." It was weak but it would do. We had Swagger go out and deny that he knew it was going to happen and that he'd been used by Stephanie McMahon and he wasn't the bad guy. I didn't think that was the best way to go with it but I didn't really care. I just wanted to call Rocky.

I made an excuse to leave the production office, saying I felt a bit light headed and needed some air. I went into the parking garage and made sure there was nobody around to over hear me. I called his number and waited. And waited. It was ringing but no answer. I began to panic, my heart pounding again.

But then he answered, "Sorry Steph, had to get somewhere private." Thank god! Sing it to me Rocky, give me the good news!

I gasped out, "Well... tell me then!"

He was laughing at me, "My god you really hate that guy." Breaking news Rocky, yes I hate the guy.

He continued, "He came down here and I wasted his time making him wait to see me. When I finally met him I told him we'd had a board meeting and we had decided we had nothing to offer him based on his behavioural record at WWE. He was raging, but eventually he left when he realised I wasn't going to change my mind." Yes! It all worked out! Yes! You're a genius!

"Thank you Rocky. Thank you for everything. You don't know what your help means to me."

Eagerly he said, "It was my pleasure princess, just as Saturday will be. You owe me."

I gulped, "Yes, I know I do, I'll call you."