For the first time that week I was happy that I wasn't wrestling. Although explaining everything to Vince without getting into serious trouble was going to be hard to pull off. I wasn't looking to get off easy though. My actions were detestable. I had never in my life acted so rudely or barbaric. I deserved whatever consequences my behavior merited. I was simply happy that I did not have to go out in front of a crowd. I was physically and emotionally drained of all energy. I had put everything into the fights between Amy and Jeff. I wanted to go and check on Steve and Dwayne and make sure that they hadn't committed murder but I was too tired to even stand.

Throwing my head down in my hands I was enjoying the silence trying to get a handle on my feelings and everything that happened that night. The knock on the door told me it was time for me to face the world and own up to what I've done.

"Come in," I called out. I was too lazy to try and get up. Every limb of my body felt like it was tied to cement blocks.

"Hey Kay, how're the hands?" I didn't open my eyes I knew exactly who it was and why he was there.

"Cut and bruised but besides that they're fine. I'll be able to wrestle like nothing ever happened."

"Kay mind telling me exactly what happened? I've got two wrestlers who are bloody and bruised. Amy has a broken nose, she might need reconstructive surgery, and Jeff has a dislocated jaw. Those are some pretty extreme injuries for someone to give them. Especially back stage. What is going on with you?" Vince sat down next to me and put his arm around me. I knew that soon enough I would see Vince McMahon business man extraordinaire, but sitting next to me now was Vince McMahon the man who had become like a father to me.

"I don't know, I really don't know. I just sort of lost it."

"Why did you lose it? I'll need more than that if we're going to save your job and fix any of this."

I picked my head up and looked at Vince. I was calmer, and more collected than when I had first walked into the room but I was still a mess.

"They talked about my little girl Vince."

"What?"

"I had passed by Amy and she got under my skin as usual. I tried hard not to let her, but failed miserably as usual. But I made an improvement; I didn't turn around and whack her at first sight."

"Well let's file that under every cloud has a silver lining and move on."

"She wanted a reaction out of me and I wouldn't give her one. That's when she started in about Geannie. Said that she was fat, that I would leave her with just any guy that was around, she said I was a bad mother. I was trying to ignore it all, but she said that she heard it all from Jeff, and how I owed him time with Geannie."

"Oh sweetie, none of that is true, why would you listen to her?"

"I didn't."

"Ok then why is she out there on a stretcher?"

"She said that I wouldn't do anything when people talked about my family. She asked for a fight and I brought her one."

"And you had to do this in the middle of an interview?"

"At least there's a witness who can tell you she provoked me."

"There's that silver lining again," Vince was trying not to get annoyed with me. He had been enjoying my new patient temperament. It had meant no backstage fighting and less paper work for him. He had more free time to be to become grandfather of the year when he wasn't trying to sort out my latest backstage fight.

"I'm sorry Vince I really am. I tried so hard not to let it get that far."

"I know you did sweetie. There's a lot of bad blood between the two of you, that isn't going to disappear anytime soon. So what about Jeff? Why did you go off on him?"

"He's been talking to Amy about Geannie, telling her all of these horrible things about me as a mother."

"Like what?"

"That I leave my baby with man whores, and I pawn her off on anybody because I don't want her around."

"Kayla you do know that none of that is true."

"Of course I do Vince. I know how much I've sacrificed to make sure that she's ok. I'm thinking about taking some time off when she's a bit older to settle her down. No one knows more than me all that we've done to make her happy and healthy."

"What I do not understand is why you would attack Jeff. Amy I can see, after what she said and the history between the two of you. But why on earth would you attack Jeff? If any of this gets out it'll be a p.r. nightmare."

"Blame it on p.m.s."

"Kay, I know that your day sucked but try and have a little understanding of everything that this is going to cause."

"I know I know I'm sorry. Suspend me." I told him putting my head back down.

"What?"

"Suspend me."

"Kayla, why would I do that?"

"Because I deserve it. Everyone here thinks I get off easy because I have this tie to your family. I had to work so hard to make people see that I am just like everyone else when it comes to the business aspect of things."

Vince took my hand and brushed my hair back so that he could look at my face. "Kay I am saying this from a purely professional point of view; I would not suspend you for this not because of your relationship with me but because you are the best female superstar I have. You are back on your way to the top I can't take you out now."

"You might have to Vince. Jeff and I, we can't make this story line work."

"You told me that you had it all sorted out."

"No Vince," I told him honestly. "We don't. We never did. He wants me no where near him and any time I get close he screams his head off at me."

"How come I've never heard about this? I think I need to talk to this young man. He needs to learn exactly how he has to behave himself in this business."

"Vince you're getting worked up over nothing. We've been fighting in private for a while now, and I don't think it will stop. There is nothing that anybody can do to fix it."

"I'll leave you alone to sort through all that you are going through Kayla, but I am not suspending you. I know how much you love this business, and you are the best I've got right now. Anyone who has a problem with that can come see me. And if after you've thought this through you need some time I'll give it to you."

"Hey Vince," I called to him as he walked towards the door. "Did I really hit Jeff hard enough to dislocate his jaw?"

"You did quite a number on him but sad to say no."

"Then who did?"

"Before anyone could get to Jeff, Dwayne and Steve showed up. Dwayne got one good shot at Jeff leaving his jaw dislocated and him completely unconscious. He's still riled up trashing things in the men's room." Vince smiled at me. "Not the best act of loyalty but I applaud the man for making a stand."

"Thank you Vince, you're the best to me you know."

"Anytime sweetie," he gave me a sad smile and walked out.

If I didn't feel guilty about the fighting before I certainly did after he left me alone again. I knew that it would be a big mess to clean up, but I could see the stress etched in Vince's face as soon as he walked through the door. It wasn't fair that the man had to go through so much trouble to clean up after my rage and stupidity. I would find a way to set it right, I couldn't let everyone else around me take the fall.

As tired as I was I had to get up now. If Vince was telling the truth the only thing that could calm Dwayne down now would be me. I laughed to myself a bit and got up walking slowly to the men's room. Leave it to my Rocky to cause more trouble and more work for me when I had already done enough.

Steve was standing outside the men's room door making sure that no one went in.

"Is he really that bad?" I asked walking up to Steve.

"Lucky for you I went against every instinct I had and threw him in here after I saw Jeff on the floor knocked out."

"Why? This was your golden opportunity you always wanted to get your hands on him."

"And I still do, but I want him in a fair fight. It's no fun to try to beat the sense out of that skittle head freak when he's already passed out. That's like hitting a punching bag. Where's the sport in that?"

"Thank you for stopping him Steve," I kissed his cheek and smiled at him. No matter what he wanted to say I know why he kept his hands off Jeff. No one knew how much Dwayne meant to me more than Steve. He had been more concentrated on keeping Dwayne out of trouble than getting the best of Jeff.

"Nah, it was nothing really."

"Never is," I winked at him and walked in.

The bathroom wasn't destroyed like I thought it would be. If Dwayne had gone on a rampage then he certainly was neat about it. There was nothing broken and nothing out of place. It didn't take me long to realize that Steve was keeping people out of the bathroom not because Dwayne was angry and dangerous; but because he was upset and hurt behind everything I told him

"Rocky baby," I called out walking in. He was standing by the window of the bathroom. There was no scenery to look at; he was simply staring into space. "Rocky what are you doing in here?"

"Thinking."

"Why couldn't you do that in the locker room?"

"Because you were there," he looked at me and must have read the confusion in my expression. "You cloud up all of my thoughts. I can't concentrate on anything for too long when you're around. It's just the affect you have on me."

"So what are you thinking about?" I asked him walking closer.

"The past few weeks," he said still trying to find other places to look than at me.

"I heard what you did to Jeff," I said putting my hand on his arm. "You can get in real trouble for that."

"I would have done more but Steve pulled me in here. I'll do anything to protect you."

"Dwayne you don't have to protect me, I don't want you to protect me. I want you to do things with me."

"Like brawl backstage?"

I laughed and shook my head at him. "No preferably not that."

"Kay, why didn't you tell me about all of this? Why not tell me before you get to the point where you are fighting backstage? If you had told me I would have straightened him out a long time ago."

"That is exactly why I didn't tell you. I didn't want you 'straightening him out' or anything else. If I'm going to fix things with him I need to do it on my own terms, I don't need people walking up to him every other day beating him unconscious."

"I still would have understood. We can't keep up this relationship if you don't trust me enough to tell me things that are happening in your life."

I took Dwayne's head in my hands; he still had yet to truly look at me. "Look at me Dwayne Johnson," I waited until he lifted his eyes to meet mine. "I love you so much that it hurts sometimes. I trust you with everything that I am. Why else would I want my little girl so close to you that she thinks of you as her daddy? Without you I don't know who I am. I didn't tell for no other reason than the fact that I knew you would take things into your own hands. Jeff needs to see that it's just me and him in this fight and no one else."

"But Kay when he talks to you like he did- "

"I set him straight each and every time. There is something deeper that is holding him back from forgiving me. I need to find out what it is so I can fix it. Do you understand? Rocky you are so important to me and I want to share everything with you, but this I have to do alone."

"Why do you want to fix things with him anyway?"

"He's been in my life for so many years that I feel like a big part of me is missing without him. I miss my friend, and I just want him back."

Dwayne nodded and said nothing. I can never be sure why he stayed so quiet for a man who is so opinionated. It seemed as if he finally understood why I was going through so much for one person.

"Let's get those hands cleaned up," he said taking me in his arms and kissing the top of my head. "And we'll get out of here early."

"Let me just do one thing first alright?"

"Sure," he said looking at me strangely.

I ran through the hallways looking for Vince's office for the night. There was something that still needed to be done. I needed to take up for my actions and spare Vince the trouble of sorting things out.

"Hey Vince, I need two minutes it won't take long, promise." I said softly trying not to interrupt the call that he was on. He nodded and waved as acknowledgement before rushing the person on the other end off the phone.

"What can I do for you Kay?"

"I'm suspending myself."

"What? You can't suspend yourself." Vince was clearly baffled by what he had just heard. No wrestler honestly wants to be suspended and here I was saying I was doing it to myself. "You are needed here Kayla."

"Vince you know what I did was wrong and there has to be consequences."

"Fine then we'll give you some fines for fighting backstage."

"That won't be enough. Vince I've been through a lot lately and you know that I need the time off. If you call it a suspension you satisfy everyone around."

Vince sat quiet for what seemed to be an eternity saying nothing just leaning on his desk. "Ok if that's what you want. Thirty day suspension and the fines will be in the mail."

I nodded. "This is for the best you'll see when the time is up."

"I hope so," he said to me as I walked out the door to go to the medic's office.