As you guys can tell I am wasting a bit of time waiting for WrestleMania because I don't know what's going to happen there, but I have an idea. But, all these chapters are extremely important as to what will happen after WrestleMania.

I want you guys to be warned that I won't be able to copy down EXACTLY what happens at WrestleMania and the matches, but I will try to get everything in but I can not guarantee that I will get everything.

The chapter that will have WrestleMania in it will be an extremely long chapter with a lot of explaining so I beg you to actually read it all since there will be hidden messages inside paragraphs. Thank you for reading once again and I love you.

Another Note; since this is WrestleMania week there will be a lot of updates, as if you couldn't tell already. So be prepared to read a lot and get hyped up for WrestleMania, courtesy of me! Enjoy!


Bouncing Off the Walls Again - Sugarcult

March 15, 2010
San Diego, California
San Diego Sports Arena
9:59 PM

I fixed my lime green seatbelt belt as I rushed to the Gorilla. Stone Cold had just informed Sheamus and me that we would be running out there once Ted and Cody had made their appearance. Sheamus would attack Hunter and I would attack Ted and Cody and help Randy get up.

"Go Sheamus!" A stagehand yelled.

Sheamus nodded and patted my shoulder in good luck before disappearing through the curtain. He was met with loud jeers which he ignored as he did his job, attacking Hunter in the ring. I watched on the monitor, Ted and Cody had pulled Randy outside the ring.

It must have been hard for Sheamus; Hunter was a good friend to him. Hunter trained him before some shows, showing him what to do and how to do it. They sometimes traveled together and have become friends ever since. My only problem with the kid was his overly white skin.

"Go Kayley!" The stagehand yelled again.

I nodded and ran out as fast as my legs could carry. Unlike Sheamus, cheers from the crowd met my ears. I ran down the ramp, charging at Ted and Cody. My body collided with Ted, knocking him into Cody, making them fall down. Ted turned around and went to spear me but I kicked his chest, sending him back into Cody and over the steel steps. I rushed over to Randy, who was slightly dazed.

"Come on Randy; get your fat ass up." I told him.

He groaned and flipped me off with the hand that was under his chest, he couldn't quite do that on a PG show so he was forced to hide it. I squatted down to help him up, my hands started to slide over his back and chest because of his baby oil. I inwardly groaned.

The man had a body.

"Damn it Orton, you just had to wear a lot of oil." I scolded covering my ass.

He rolled his eyes, pushing himself up as I wrapped an arm around his waist. "The reason I wear oil is so that people can't get a good grip on me."

"Yeah whatever." I responded as I walked with him up the ramp, supporting some of his 245 pound body.

Randy and I turned around at the top of the stage under the titantron to glance back at Sheamus, Ted, Cody, and the incapacitate Hunter. I felt bad for not being able to help Hunter, but I was not supposed to go to his aid, I had to go to Randy's.

"This is far from over." Randy whispered into my ear.

I sighed softly in agreement. "It'll only get worse from now."

Randy looked down at me. "Can you handle it?"

I shrugged a bit. "I'm not sure, but at least I'll have you to back me up."

He nodded and looked back out at the superstars in the ring. "Let's head back." Randy responded.

Slowly and carefully, we made our way backstage where Randy was taken by the medic's to get checked out. His shoulder had been bothering him for the past few days and they wanted to keep constant updates on it so he wouldn't damage it. He already has hypermoblie shoulders, which he has suffered from his whole life and when he broke his collar bone twice, it didn't help them. With his shoulders, he is able to perform 'The Viper' pose on the mat to perfection, dislocating them briefly to get down lower and using his knuckles to hold his weight. It causes him pain but he has medication to get rid of inflammation.

I stared after Randy, watching the way the muscles in his back contorted as he walked and breathed. It was fascinating to watch how his muscles constricted to fit under his skin. I couldn't help but stare. I was vaguely aware of someone standing next to me as I snapped out of my daze.

"Oh yeah," Glenn's voice said from right next to me. "You are so smitten."

"Glenn…" I said softly.

He looked over at me. "Yes?"

I blinked slowly. "Run." I warned.

He nodded and took off down the hall. I counted to three in my head before taking off after him.

Five minutes, 5 hallways, 12 corners, and 6 empty rooms, I gave up on trying to find Glenn. If you give him a few seconds head start, he was gone like a ghost, not needing to be told twice. He was like Mark in a lot of ways, both stubborn and passionate about their friends, though Mark was extreme.

He was the head of the locker room, if you had a problem with someone, he was there. Not for me of course, since I was Shawn's daughter, he thought that since I was new in the business, I had to obey orders, but I was an independent woman, I was just as hard headed as anyone else on the top of the food chain. Mark didn't appreciate that.

Mark scared me a little bit. He was tall and intimidating, not letting anyone step on him and that included my father. Shawn had been in the business longer than Mark, by a few years. Shawn came into the business in 1984 while Mark came into it in 1990. I didn't like Mark but I respected him and I wish that he could see that.

I always wished that Mark wouldn't treat me like he treated my father. It was as if he thought I would pull the same things Shawn did back in the Ministry of Darkness days. Though, I would, I couldn't. The show was PG and most of Shawn's things back then went way beyond that. I was unable to perform like that but I gave everything I had in that ring every night just like my father did.

Speak of the Devil…

"Michaels." He said.

"Mark." I said back.

"Good luck at WrestleMania." He said as he stopped in front of me. "You'll do fine."

I nodded at him. "You also."

He grunted. "Tell Shawn to keep his eyes open."

I smirked. "Tell Glenn to watch his back, ya never know when a ladder might tip when he's climbing to get the suitcase."

He nodded. "I will be sure to tell him."

"Take it easy." I responded.

He grunted something and walked away.

Awkward conversations where my thing.


March 15, 2010
San Diego Sports Arena
11:48 PM

John and I walked down the hallway, fully intending to raid the catering area of all their Dr. Pepper and chocolate chip cookies. We had been walking around aimlessly for the past 30 minutes or so, looking for something to do. Fans were still crowded around the arena's exits so we were unable to leave the building until they got the crowds under control, which, knowing the police force in San Diego, would take a little bit. Last time this happened, it took about 2 hours until we were able to walk to our cars.

John and I came upon the doors that led into the catering area, where most of the superstars were currently relaxing and filling their stomachs from their intense workout in the ring. I spotted Hunter and Shawn sitting at a table, talking about something or another and Randy sitting by himself near the corner, staring down at his food with a pissed look.

Well, that wasn't anything new!

John slowly and carefully made his way behind a table that was facing the coolers filled with Dr. Pepper. On the table next to the coolers were the cookies and they were just begging us to come and eat them. We had full intentions of it. I stood there, staring at the heaven of carbonation and sweet treats, while John was looking up at me.

"If you aren't careful, we'll get caught." John whispered warningly.

I knew he had said something but I couldn't understand exactly what was said. "Yup, uh-huh, whatever."

John rolled his eyes and gripped my wrist, yanking me down next to him. He turned to me, "Alright, here's the plan, I get the soda and you get the cookies."

I looked back at him, my eyes slightly wide. "Why do I have to get the cookies? Why can't I get the soda and you get the cookies?"

"Because that's not the plan." John responded.

I pouted, my bottom lip puffing out. "Who made the plan?"

"I did."

"So you're the one who said I can't get the soda!?" I exclaimed like a little kid.

He smacked his forehead, his lips parted to breathe a sigh. "Do you want to get the damn soda?"

I smiled instantly. "No, I'm just asking why I have to get the cookies."

He thumped me on the back of the head, shaking that huge ass thing that sat on his neck. "Now, are you sure you understand the plan?"

I nodded. "Yes, but what happens if the cookies don't want to be taken?"

"Kayley…"

"Yes?"

"Shut up."

"Okay!"

"Now, you get the cookies and you haul ass to the dressing room, I'll be behind you."

I nodded and got ready, in a crouching position to spring towards those delicious smelling treats. John fixed his stance next to me, crouching also, looking like he had a load of crap in his pants but was ready to get that soda.

"1."

I slowly started to move up.

"2."

I leaned forward a bit more.

"Don't even think about it."

We both turned around to be met with Hunter and Shawn; both were looking down at us with disapproving looks. Apparently, they didn't like our idea of raiding the catering section of Dr. Pepper and cookies. I glanced over at the mastermind behind this idea and scowled at him, thanking him for getting us caught. I was really looking forward to those cookies…

"Can you guys find nothing better to do?" Hunter asked, taking turns looking at us.

John and I looked at each other and together shook our heads. Shawn sighed and nearly grabbed both of our heads, wanting to collide them both against each other, but refrained from doing so. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Do I want to know what you guys were going to do?" Shawn asked afraid to know the answer.

"John came up with the idea that we should steal all the Dr. Pepper and chocolate chips cookies from the catering area and I wanted some fizzy soda and chocolate so I agreed to become his accomplice."

Shawn closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose again, trying to suppress a headache that threatened to form. "I knew I would regret asking."

Hunter slightly chuckled, looking over at Shawn. "Well, she's your kid."

"Yeah, I know. That's what scares me." Shawn sighed. I smiled up at him. "John, you always get Kayley in trouble."

"I do not! She just follows and ends up in it." John responded. "Like, you follow in someone's footsteps in a front yard and you step in dog poop. It wasn't the person you were following's fault, it yours because you followed them knowing you could end up with something bad and now you have dog poop on your shoe that you can't get off."

Shawn stood there, speechless as John compared their current predicament to dog poop on someone's shoe. Hunter just laughed at his logical thinking, not quite sure if it was an insult or a compliant. He decided it was a complaint and went with it, laughing at not only John but at Shawn's reaction as he stood in the same spot, frozen and looking like a fish out of water.

"Shawn, you'll catch flies." I said back.

Shawn's jaw snapped shut. "Well…that was…um…"

"A nice comparison." Hunter finished for him. Shawn sent a thankful look.

"Yes, thank you, it took all the energy out of me for the rest of the night." John replied, finally standing up.

I stood up also, my thigh muscles going against the action for a brief moment before flexing. "He used his brain for once, that's why he's out of energy."

John rolled his eyes, not taking offense while Hunter chuckled.

"Well, we have probably another hour or so here, we better make the best of it." Shawn told us.

I nodded. "Let's head back to the dressing room so we can just hang out, like old times."

"That's fine with me." John smiled.

Hunter nodded and led the way out of the catering and into the hallway, leading towards the dressing rooms. John and I followed him while Shawn hung behind, following in our footsteps.

John, without missing a beat, said, "Careful Shawn, you might step in doggie poopy!"

I laughed and Shawn smacked John's head.

"1." John whispered.

"2." I whispered back.

"3!" We both yelled, making an abrupt U-turn and dashing towards the catering area.

Those were some good cookies and soda!