"Miss West," Vince greeted her as she walked into his office. "Please, take a seat."

The raven-haired Diva nodded and sat down in the chair before him.

Tonight was Wrestlemania, the greatest spectacle in all of Sports Entertainment. The preparations in Orlando had been going on for months, with a makeshift roof being built over a section of the Citrus Bowl in the case of rain.

Unfortunately, Becky wasn't in a single match tonight.

But she was okay with being a lumberjill for the Bunnymania match. Honestly, she didn't want to participate in such a crappy match anyway.

Then again, any match was better than nothing.

Just ask Cody Runnels.

"I am well-aware that you are not pleased with the outcome of last week's match," he explained. "So tonight, tell Cody he has a spot in the battle royale.

A smile crossed her face, "Thank you, Vince."

He waved her off, "It's no problem at all… and oh, one more thing?"

"Sure."

"Tell the kid that he and Bob should be prepared to start defending those titles more often," he smirked, entering full-on evil genius mode. "I smell a feud coming on."


The smell of something cooking in the kitchen was enough to wake Jeff from his deep slumber in the middle of the afternoon.

Slowly, still in the same pair of jeans he'd worn the night before, he trudged down the hallway and down the stairs. His nose led him straight to the room in question, but the chef was a slight surprise.

The creator of the fantastic aroma turned to him, her blonde hair moving with her as she smiled, "Hey, Sunshine. Long night, huh?"

"Tell me I'm the best girlfriend on the planet."

Cody looked up from his food in catering, where he and Bob were currently eating, as she entered the room, "You're the best girlfriend on the planet?"

"Now do it without food in your mouth," she smirked at him as he took a sip from his water bottle.

He set his jaw, "Don't toy with me, woman."

"Fine," Becky held up her hands and began to back up. "If you don't want to be in the Battle Royale tonight, that's cool. And the feud for the next two months? That can be forgotten too."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" the twenty-two year old hopped to his feet and chased after his girlfriend. "What did you say?"

She grinned like a Cheshire Cat, "You heard me."

"Are you serious?" his eyes widened at the thought.

"One hundred percent," she replied with great satisfaction.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed loudly, lifting her into the air. "You are the best girlfriend on the planet!"

"Told you."


Jeff shrugged, "It's going to be longer tonight."

"We don't have to watch, you know," she informed him, twirling a spoon around in her hand.

"I promised Matt I would," he stared down at his shoes. "Shannon's coming, Shane's going to come over too."

"And let me guess," Charlie dropped the utensil onto the counter with a loud clank, "He's bringing the bottles."

"Charlie," he put a hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off.

"Look," she put her hands on the edge of the counter and sighed, before turning to face him again, "If you want to drink, I'm not going to stop you, any of you. But," she advanced forward until she was nearly at eye level with him and poked a finger into his chest. "If you don't think I realize this is nothing more than a pity party, you have actually managed to live up to the reputation of stupidity you've established for yourself in the last three months."

"Charlie," Jeff repeated again, attempting to explain.

But Charlotte West wasn't having it and put a well-manicured hand up to silence him, "Just save it."

With a hardened glance, the blonde turned on her stilettos and headed for the guest room, the clicking of her heels still echoing in Jeff's mind long after she'd shut the door.


While Cody was waiting for his match in the gorilla, along with 27 other superstars, Becky was on her way to the monitors in back with the McMahons.

Tonight was supposed to be a relaxing evening for the younger West sister. Cody would be a part of Wrestlemania, Becky would be able to get a good shot or two in on Beth Phoenix without the risk of being killed, and she'd certainly be rewarded tonight for her conniving.

But with one simple sentence, her blood pressure shot through the ceiling, "Becky, I need to talk to you."

Her footsteps ceased immediately and her eyes shut lightly.

Opening them, she turned around, "You've got balls, Orton."

"Thanks," he smirked. "I like to use them as often as I can."

Her thin lips twisted into a scowl, "I don't have time for your cocky bullshit anymore, Orton."

"You can call me Randy, you know," he informed the Diva, never once taking his eyes off of her.

"I only use first names for my friends."

"Come on, Rebecca…" Randy's tattooed arm reached for her, but she slapped him away.

"Don't you DARE touch me," Becky spat at him.

"I came to you first, Randy…" she trailed off as she backed up in the same direction she was walking in the first place. "I came to you first."


"There he is, man!" Shane exclaimed and pointed at the television set, where Matt Hardy was running to the ring.

"Dude!" Shannon laughed. "What the hell is up with his pants tonight? They look like puke."

Jeff rolled his eyes, "Have you seen your ring gear lately?"

"You're one to talk, Hardy," his tattooed friend spat back at him, taking a swig of beer from his can. "With your body paint and shit."

"I wear it well. Can't say the same for you…"

"Gentlemen," Shane interrupted, putting down his own can and reaching for the bottle of tequila at the end of the coffee table, as well as the three shot glasses beside it. "You know what would fix everything? Tequila."

Shannon nodded with a bright grin, taking a shot glass for himself, "That's what I'm talking about. Every time Batista botches a move, we drink. You in, Jeff?" he asked, holding out a glass for his friend.

His green eyes rested on the lone beer can that he had just finished, now resting at the far end of the table, "Nah, man. I'm good…" They climbed the wall and stopped at the shadow being cast outside the room, "I'm good."


Even though Cody had lost the battle royale at Wrestlemania, he had left the Citrus Bowl with his head held high, a sense of pride from participating in the spectacle still swelling in his chest.

His girlfriend, Becky, had a much more passive role in Wrestlemania XXIV. As a lumberjill, her main task was to look good and send a message to Beth Phoenix. In a pair of acid washed jeans and a faded orange tee with black slashes, she fulfilled the first requirement. And when Ashley knocked Beth through the ropes, Becky managed to land quite a few powerful elbows to her lower back, a center of her power.

A little less than a month had passed since Wrestlemania, as had Backlash, and Cody was receiving a substantial push on television. In fact, just a week earlier, Cody had cut his first in-ring promo with Santino Marella that had gone over exceptionally well.

Tonight, Cody would be going face to face with Santino in a match that was somewhat anticipated.

At the moment, with an hour to go before his impending match, he stood before the full-length mirror in his blue wrestling trunks and matching boots.

"You can do this, Runnels," he assured himself firmly with a hard stare. "You've got this."


Silently, the raven-haired young woman slipped into the locker room, careful not to break his concentration.

Tonight was an important night for him, she knew that. Since the feud with Randy, Cody's role had been drastically slashed. Winning the titles in December was pretty much his last glory moment since.

"Tonight is your night," Cody placed a hand on the concrete wall outside of the mirror's frame.

With a soft smile, the Diva approached him from behind, sliding her hands over his rigid abs, "It is, you know."

Cody's sapphire eyes fixated on her body in the mirror, "Where'd you come from?"

"Doesn't matter," she shook him off, pressing her cheek to his back as she wrapped her arms around his midsection. "You're going to be great, Cody."

He nodded, "Tonight is going to jumpstart me, Becks… I can feel it."

"That's not what I meant," she corrected him, closing her eyes as she inhaled the scent of his body wash. "I know you're going to be great tonight, Codes. Win or lose, to me, you're always amazing… but I meant down the road. Tonight is the night that everyone's going to look back on and say 'That was the moment the world knew that Cody Runnels was destined for greatness.'"

"My God," he allowed his tough demeanor to crack a slight smile. "What did I do to deserve you?"

Becky laughed, "Beats me."

"Hey, Becky?" the Marrietta-native turned around and faced her.

"Yeah?"

Cody leaned forward and captured her lips with his, her arms sliding up and around his neck in response, "I love you."

The young woman smiled up lovingly at him, "I love you too."

Cody grinned boyishly back at her before running his hands up and down her back, covered by her black long-sleeved shirt, as he bent back down to kiss her.

With a light smack, she pulled away, "How much time do we have?"

"Hmm?"

"When does your match start?" she clarified.

His hands slid back down her arms, where they rested on her forearms, "Not for another hour. I still have to warm up, though…"

Becky smirked deviously at him, "What do you say I warm you up?"

His deep blue eyes glinted, "Rebecca West…"

"Cody!" she smacked him playfully. "Do you just call me that to anger me? You know I –"

"Shh," he placed a finger over her lips and walked to the door, locking it. "No talking."

Cody walked back to his girlfriend, who jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Think we can do this in an hour?"

Cody grinned back at her like a Cheshire cat, "Baby, we can do this at least twice in an hour."


A/N: I know this one's kind of short, but I wanted to bring it relatively close to the present, give Becky some fluffy goodness, make Charlie VERY happy, and establish some minor facts.

I hope you guys like this one! Review!

Danielle