Mack walked to the ring on her first official night as a WWE Diva. She was wearing low-slung black cargo pants, and a white beater tied up to show her navel. She also wore combat boots, her locket was securely around her neck, and her ring was on her finger. The fans waved and cheered for her and she blew kisses and smiled brightly. She slid into the ring and grabbed a mike.

"What's up Cincinnati?" she called. The fans erupted in cheers. "I just wanted to come out and say thanks for making my dream come true. It's an honor to be amongst the WWE Divas."

She was interrupted by the music of none other than, Courtney, the Diva she'd beat in the Diva Search.

"Dude, what are you doing here? You lost." Mack said confused.

"Well, I just decided to come out here and inform you that you're no good. You're a snake, and a liar, and you only got in this company for one reason." She growled.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Mack replied, leaning against a turnbuckle.

"You only got in this business because your dad…"

"What's my father have to do with anything?" she interrupted, jumping up. "No one here knows who he is, except for those in the back. They don't know about my background, so how did that even effect the voting?"

"It did. Fans remember everything…remember this?" she said, pointing to the big screen.

John Cena appeared on the screen. His eyes were bloodshot, he wasn't clean shaven like usual, and his hair wasn't brushed. Mack froze. It was her Amber Alert from when she was 14 years old.

"I…I'm John Cena. WWE Champ. I'm not here to talk about that though…I'm here to put out an Amber Alert for my Daughter. Her name is McKenzie Emily Winters. She's 14 years old. She's about 5'4, 105 lbs, hazel eyes, blonde hair down to about mid back, she was last seen wearing a white Chain Gang t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts along with white and black K-Swiss tennis shoes. She's wearing a silver locket with a picture of me and her mother inside…uh, on her back she has a 3-4 inch scar. She was last seen here in the Staples Center last night."

"We believe that she was abducted by her step-father, Bryce Christenson from Edmonton, Illinois. If you have any information, if you see anyone who looks like her, Call this number."

As he talked, pictures of me were on the screen. I started crying as a picture SD magazine had taken of me and dad at the induction flashed up on the screen. It froze on a picture of just me; an announcer's voice came on the screen.

As it played, Mack felt a tug inside. She was upset.

None of what was going on was scripted. She was supposed to be hounded by some of the Divas as the butt of a hazing, Courtney wasn't supposed to be here in the arena that night until later; they were going to shoot a congratulations promo for her and a good luck before the match she was to have with Candace Michelle, none of this should have been going on.

When the tape stopped playing, Mack let out a small cry. She couldn't believe this was happening; she was watching her credibility and appeal to the fans fall faster than the leaves outside in the November night. The crowd was mixed. Some booed, some cheered at seeing the John's daughter was safe and sound after being in the dark for so many years.

"Why are you doing this? No one was supposed to know! I never did anything to you to deserve this!" she said. She was hurt. No one was supposed to know about her connections that she had in the WWE. No one was supposed to know she was McKenzie Cena. No one was supposed to know that because she wanted to make her own way in the business without people thinking that she was using her father's name.

"Why? WHY? Gosh, you're so pathetic! I never liked you from the first day we met. You were always so perfect. So smart, so athletic, so into the crowd. With your little band. You know, I think it's time that the entire world knows who you are. Now; Scram before I hurt you."

When she got in Mack's face Mack smirked.

"You know if there's one thing I inherited from my dad, other than my ears and dimples," she said coyly while walking slowly around the blonde; almost stalking like a tigeress around her prey. " is my attitude, and my temper." She finished, gritting her teeth and getting in the other woman's face. She was about 2 inches away from Courtney'snose; and she was turning red. "Now you wanna go to war? This little soldiers ready to fight!" she threw the mike down and stepped even closer.

Courtney pushed Mack away, and Mack was thrown off balance. She quickly regained it and punched Courtney in the mouth. The blonde was knocked back, and was tackled by the newest diva. Mack began punching over and over as hard as she could, ignoring, the ref that had come out to pull them apart. The two girls were throwing punches right and left, Mack typically having the upper hand. The crowd started cheering loud, and Mack soon felt familiar arms around her waist.

"Bella, Bella calm down alright? Relax girl…you wanna get fired on your first day?" John said in her ear as he dragged her away.

"DAD! This wasn't supposed to happen!" she sobbed. "No one was supposed to know!" she cried. John took her hand, and led her out of the ring. John put his arm around her shoulder and they walked up the ramp. When they hit gorilla, Shelton, Ash, Randy and TJ were waiting on her.

"Damn Brown Eyes, you wore her out!" Randy chuckled, pulling her into a hug.

"Uncle Randy, no one was supposed to know about dad. I wanted to make it on my own, I didn't want people to think that I was using my last name to get success in the business. It's not fair that that…that bitch told the world about my family!" she cried. TJ pulled on her pants, trying to get her attention.

"What's up Teej?" Mack said, wiping her eyes and squatting down to her little brother's height.

"Why are you sad Mwackie?" he asked cutely. "Are you hurted?"

"A little bit baby, my feelings are hurting."

"Where is your feelings?"

"Right here." Mack pointed at her temple, "And right here." She pointed at her heart. TJ walked over to her and kissed her on her temple and again on her chest, right where she pointed.

"All better?"

Mack couldn't help but smile at the 3 year old's innocence. "Yeah man, I'm all better now." She hugged the small boy in front of her and planted a kiss in the mess of brown hair on his head. As she turned to walk away with Shelton, someone called to her.

"Shorty?"

"Yeah, Uncle Randy?"

"Those lights make make-up run like crazy…nice hickeys sweetie." He winked at her. Mack turned red and walked away quickly, Shelton laughing as he followed.

SHELTON'S POV

As soon as we got inside the locker room, Mack went on a rampage

"Ugh! I can't stand that chick! No one was supposed to know!" Mack said as she wiped the remaining make up from her neck and shoulders.

"I did a good ass job doing that." I grinned, motioning to her neck, trying to take her mind off of her problem.

"Shelton, shut up."

"I love you too baby."

Mack rolled her eyes at me and then sat down next to me. I put my arm around her and she rested her head against my shoulder.

"You okay?"

"Not really. What if they hate me now?"

"Baby, they can't hate you because of where you come from. Hell, they voted for you before they knew that. And even if they do; screw them. You have all the support you need back here. Now, what you're going to do is go in the bathroom, change your clothes, and get ready for your match." I said, kissing her forehead softly. She nodded and handed me her locket which I stuck safely in my pocket. She changed and came back out dressed in a pair of baggy jeans and a tiny Cincinnati Bangles jersey.

"Where'd you get that? The kid's department?" I teased.

"Actually, yes. I got it at Kid's Foot Locker…you know Cincinnati's my favorite football team." The jersey grazed her belly button, and she had an orange and a black bandana tied together at the ends and threaded through her belt loops. On her feet were her wrestling boots and her hair in a high ponytail with some pieces around her face.

"You ready baby?" I asked. She nodded nervously and I took her hand. We walked to Gorilla where Jeff was standing.

"Hey Mini Me."

"Jeffers…I'm nervous."

"Don't be. In fact, I've got something for you." He pulled off his black arm band and put it on her arm. "For luck." He said simply.

"Thanks Jeff." She whispered and hugged him. I gave her a kiss on the forehead, and then she turned to wait for her music. John followed her out.

"Dad?"

"Hey, everyone knows now." He shrugged, giving her a push through the curtains. "Cold Hard Bitch" by Jet filled our ears and I silently wished her luck one last time.

RAW

"Well, here's Mack Winters, who we now know to actually be McKenzie Cena, the daughter of WWE Champion John Cena." King said as The crowd gave a mixed reaction to her entrance to the ring. John Cena walking behind her.

"That's right King, And it appears that these fans don't know what to think." JR replied. "Mack is now walking around the ring and shaking hands with the fans…and look who's in the crowd; Number 85 for the Cincinnati Bangles, Chad Johnson!"

The audience watched as she grinned and hugged the football player. Then she slid in the ring where John was standing, watching her with pride. He took her face in his hands and rested his forehead against hers. He gave her a few encouraging words, she nodded, and he kissed her forehead. Then he rolled out of the ring and went to sit at the commentators table as Candace Michelle made her entrance into the ring.

"Well ladies and gentleman we are now being joined by WWE Superstar John Cena. Welcome to the table John," JR said shaking John's hand.

"JR, King, it's good to be here."

"Well, John, let's talk about the hottest topic we've had in a long time…Mack Winters is actually your daughter?"

"Yeah, that's my Mack."

"And the match is on." JR said.

"So, why didn't you say anything about Mack?" King asked.

"King, we talked about it, and she told me that she didn't want my help getting in. She said she didn't want any one knowing about her family, and so I kept my mouth shut. I wanted to help her out, trust me I did, but the fans decided that they wanted her to be a Diva, the Fans decided that they liked her the most, so Mack did it on her own. I had nothing to do with that decision."

"You must be proud." JR replied.

"No doubt. That's my little girl."

"And that's an excellent drop toe hold by Mack Winters."

MACK'S POV

I circled around Candace after taking her down. I went for the pin; she kicked out at 2. okay Mack…focus. Think things through. I could hear my dad's voice in my head. Look for your opening…wait for it to come. Candace kicked me in the gut and gave me a pretty nice bulldog. Take a couple breaths Bella, you can do this! Watch out for the kick! She stomped on my lower back a few times. Ignore the pain till after the bell. Focus on the match, not the pain. I rolled out of the way and did something a bit unthinkable for a Diva's Match (unless Trish, Lita, Mickie, or Victoria was involved); I gave her a suplex. A pretty powerful one if I do say so myself. Then I kicked her hard in the back and went to the ropes. Taking a page out of Jeff's book, I did a rather sloppy corkscrew moonsault. I hadn't set my foot properly, so it wasn't as properly executed as it could have been. But, I still got the pin for 3. As my music started to play, Dad slid into the ring and gave me a hug. He spun me in a circle and kissed the top of my head.

"I knew you could do it Bella!" he grinned as we walked back to gorilla; his arms around me the entire time.

"Mini me, we have to talk." Jeff said after he congratulated me.

"I know Jeff, I know. I didn't plant my foot good enough before I threw my moonsault, that's why it was sloppy." I interrupted.

"Actually, when you did it with your legs spread like that, it looked really cool…I was gonna say that we need to go in the ring and practice that."

"You liked it?"

"Hell yeah! It was something new. It was exciting and one of a kind!" he grinned, throwing an arm over my shoulder. We walked to catering while reliving the match.

"Hey Mackie, can I have a word?" I turned around to see Shane McMahon standing there, his arms were folded in front of him and he looked upset. I looked over at dad who nodded and started to follow me out. "No John, I need a word alone." Dad gave me a kiss and pushed me towards the door. I followed Shane to his office and sat down looking at my hands.

"Did you have any idea that was going to happen? Because if that was your idea, I swear…"

"Shane, I swear to god, I had no idea Courtney was going to come out and do that…and if I'd have known I would have knocked her teeth right into her throat before she even made it down the ramp." I said viciously.

"Well then, we have to change your storyline, and we're going to start having you valet for John now…I mean, we have to work with it because now everyone knows. It would be pointless to ignore that, especially since you've beat her into holy hell."

"Thanks Shane, I appreciate it." I shook his hand and turned to walk out of the office.

"Mack?"

"Yeah?"

"Hell of a match…and the finisher…insane. What do you call it?"

"Phoenix Drop." I said after giving it some thought.

"Go on, I'll send you the script for next week."

I walked out of the office and I noticed a camera following me now. I walked straight into my dad's arms.

"So what'd the boss say Baby Girl?"

"He wasn't happy….he thought it was my idea to tell everyone. But I told him the truth, and he was okay with it….i still think he's mad at me though." I said thoughtfully, resting my head on his chest.

"Well, just relax, you're not getting fired, trust me if Shane-O-Mac was going to fire you, you'd know it." He reassured me.

"Why'd she have to tell though? No one was supposed to know! I wanted to make it on my own, and I didn't want people to think I won because of you…that's why I used mom's last name!"

"Mack, don't worry bout it. Courtney'll get hers in the end. They always do. Now, we're gonna get ready to go get some food, and spend the rest of the night together; we're not gonna worry bout that one."

"Alright then…I will."

"Then go get your stuff, and I'll meet you at the car." He nudged me towards my locker room.

"Thanks daddy," I whispered.

"Anytime, Bella." He gave me another squeeze before the camera crew left. When I walked in my locker room Shelton was standing there grinning at me.

"My, my, my…hell of a match baby."

"Why thank you. I thought so too!" I said cheekily. I grabbed my bag and smiled when Shelton took it out of my hand and put his other arm around me.

"My bag's already in the car…I was just waiting on you."

"You don't have a match tonight?"

"Nope, There's just a tag match left, Jeff's got the main event…and I did all my promos already." He shrugged.

"Well then let's get out of here…I don't know if I can act cheery much longer."

"What do you mean?" We stopped in the hall and he put my bag down.

"When Courtney showed my Amber Alert…I mean, all I could think about was…" I took a deep breath. Shelton put his arms around me.

"Baby, calm down. Nothing like that is going to happen to you ever again. You've got me, and your dad, and Randy and Jeff…no one's going to hurt you like that again…I promise you baby." Shelton cupped my face in his large hands and looked me in my eyes. "I promise I will do everything in my power to keep you safe."

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you too…so much."

We went out of the arena with his arms around me, and he spent the night holding me as I relived my past in my sleep.