Evan Bourne is an idiot. Why? Because he was suspended by the WWE for violating there wellness policy. IDIOT!

Four Months Later: 10/26/2016 7:00 PM

John and I found a nice house in the hills of Portland. Evan and Daniel live two houses down and Matt and Jeff live in the house next to us. They moved up here two weeks before John, Elle, and I did. They're the ones that set up the house for us. The six of us are the best of friends. John and I still talk to Steve, Kurt, Adam, Jay, Drew and Rey. Adam and Jay are still in L.A. and Kurt and Steve are in Morehead City North Carolina, and Rey and Drew are in San Diego. Adam and Jay are both working at Disneyland. They're both chefs at a restaurant inside Disneyland. Kurt and Steve started there own Seafood restaurant in Morehead, and Rey and Drew both work for the San Diego Chargers. I signed a four year contract worth a little over 20 million. John, Elle, and I are going to be set for life.

Today is the start of the NBA regular season. We're playing the L.A. Lakers and coach has me starting at the tip. The ref tosses the ball into the air and I tip it back to Edward Santos and then sprint down to the paint.

"93...93!" Edward yells. I sprint to the other side of the paint, turn around, and sprint back to the other side of the paint. Edward passes me the ball and I nail a turn around jumper. I sprint back on defense and a couple of seconds later, I steal the ball from Kobe Bryant and run down the court and nail the lay-up. I just scored four points in less than a minute. A couple of minutes later, I steal the ball from number 42 and pass it up to Edward and he nails the layup. There's 9:21 left in the first quarter and I already have four points, two rebounds, two steals and one assist. The score is 9-3. The L.A. coach calls a time out, so I run over to our bench and sit down in a chair. A lady hands me my water bottle and I open it, take a drink, and hand it back to the lady.

"Randy." Coach says.

"Yes coach." I say.

"Nice job out there. You're playing great defense and so far you've held Kobe to zero points. Good job." Coach says.

"Thanks coach." I say.

"You're welcome. As for the rest of you, keep up the good work, and on the next play, I want you to run 64 south." Coach says.

"Ok." I say as the rest of the line up shake there heads in acknowledgment. We do a quick cheer and head back onto the court. I walk up to Kobe, and once his teammate passes the ball into him, I start playing defense. Kobe passes it over to number 12, and number 12 passes it back to Kobe; but before the ball reaches Kobe, I grab it and dribbling my way down the court. I go up for the lay up and Kobe hits me on the hand, the ref blows the whistle and the ball goes into the hoop. I hit my back on the protective padding that surrounds the bottom of the hoop; but I bounce right off of it, and give Edward, James, Mike, and Alan a high five. I head to the free throw line and wait...and wait...and wait, and wait some more. Eventually the ref's are done talking and the one ref that called the foul on Kobe, bounces the ball to me. I shoot the free throw and it goes in.

A Few Minutes Later: 7:48 PM

The bell sounds, signaling the end of the first half. I grab my warm up shirt, put it on, and head back to the locker room. A couple of minutes later, I walk into the locker room and sit down on the chair that's in front of my locker.

"Great job guys. I'm couldn't be more proud. Randy." Coach says.

"Yes coach." I say.

"Good job. You held Kobe to two points in the first half. I haven't seen anyone as good as you at playing defense, sense I played. Good job." Coach says.

"Thanks coach." I say.

"You're welcome. As for the rest of you. Keep attacking the defense and leave the arguing to me. I know you guys are getting fouled; but quit arguing with the stupid refs. Leave that up to me." Coach says.

"Ok coach." Everyone says.

A Few Minutes Later: 8:04 PM

The second half is about to start. The ref hands the ball to number 12, and number 12 passes it to Kobe and Kobe passes it up to number 55. Edward steals it away from number 55 and he passes it to me and I sprint down the court and nail the lay up. I can tell Kobe is in a bad mood; but I don't care.

A Few Minutes Later: 8:29 PM

I go up for the lay up and Kobe crashes into me and I hit the floor hard. I land on my stomach and I think the impact ruptured my spleen. Just kidding. Edward and Alan rush over to me, and I roll over and they help me up. The ref called a technical foul on Kobe, and since he got one earlier, he's done.

"My ribs hurt." I mumble.

"Do you want me to call for the trainer?" Alan asks me.

"No. I'll be ok." I say.

"Ok." Alan says. Everyone except for me goes behind the half court line, and after nailing the free-throw for the technical foul, I nail my free throws that I had to shoot because Kobe fouled me when I was going for the lay up.

A Few Minutes Later: 8:35 PM

Coach takes me out of the game, and there is roughly eight minutes left in the forth quarter. The trainer, Zack Ryder, walks up to me and kneels down in front of my chair.

"Are you ok?" He asks me.

"My ribs hurt." I say. He lifts my jersey a little bit and I let out a groan when he presses down on my ribs.

"Did that hurt?" He asks me. I nod my head yes.

"Ok, I'm going to have to examine them further. Let's go back to the locker room." Zack says.

"Ok." I mumble as I stand up. We make our way back to the locker room and I sit down on the trainers table.

"Can you take your jersey off please?" Zack asks me.

"Sure." I mumble. I take my jersey off and throw it on the ground.

A Few Minutes Later: 8:45 PM

"You're ribs are bruised. I don't want you playing for two weeks, and when you do start to play again, I want you to wear rib protectors...ok?" Zack asks me.

"Ok. Ugh...why does my first injury as a professional have to be bruised ribs?" I ask jokingly. I start to laugh and then wince at the feeling of a shooting pain going through my chest.

"Ow...ow...ow...ow...ow." I say.

"Can you lay down for me please?" Zack asks me. I nod my head yes, and then lay down. A few seconds later, he places a bag of ice on my ribs and I groan.

"It's cold." I mumble.

"What did you expect dummy?" Zack asks jokingly.

"You're mean." I mumble.

"I know." Zack says as we share a laugh.

A Few Minutes Later: 9:15 PM

The game ended 15 minutes ago. We won 97-81. I didn't return to the game after going back to the locker room to get my ribs checked out. I finished the game with 18 points, ten rebounds, six steals, four assists, and two blocked shots. Coach just finished talking to us, so after taking the ice off of my ribs, I shower, get dressed, and grab my bag.

"Ow fuck...fuck...fuck." I mumble.

"Here, let me help you." Coach says as he takes the bag from me. "Zack told me that you're going to be out for a couple of weeks. Don't worry about your spot in the starting line-up. I'll give it back to you after you recover." Coach says.

"Thanks Coach." I say.

"You're welcome. Where are we going?" Coach asks me.

"Ah...my husband and daughter are sitting court side, so I suggest we go out to the court and find them." I say.

"Ok." Coach says.

A Few Minutes Later: 9:35 PM

"There they are." I say to coach. Coach and I walk over to John and Elle.

"Daddy." Elle says as she runs up to me.

"Hey baby girl. Dad's hurt right now, so I won't be able to give you a hug...ok baby girl?" I ask.

"Ok Daddy." Elle says as she hugs my leg.

"I love you baby girl." I say to Elle.

"I love you too Daddy." Elle says as she lets go of my leg.

"Your hurt?" John asks me.

"Yeah. When Kobe fouled me, I landed on the floor pretty hard, and the impact bruised my ribs." I say.

"I'm sorry baby." John says as he gives me a kiss.

"I'm going to be out for a couple of weeks. Zack wants me to wear rib protectors when I start playing again." I say.

"Shit baby...are you sure there not broken?" John asks me.

"Zack examined them, and he said that there just bruised." I say.

"O...ok." John mumbles. John doesn't like it when I get hurt.

"I'll be ok in a couple of weeks. I promise." I say.

"Ok." John says as he gives me another kiss.

"I hate to ruin the moment between you two; but I have to go." Coach says.

"Sorry sir." John says as he takes the bag from coaches outstretched hand.

"It's ok." Coach says.

"Shoot. Ah...coach, this is my husband John and my daughter Elle." I say.

"Nice to meat you two." Coach says as he extends his hand towards John.

"Nice to meat you too." John says as he shakes coaches hand.

"I'll see you at practice tomorrow." Coach says to me.

"Ok." I say. Coach smiles at John, and then walks away.

"Practice?" John asks me.

"Although I'm hurt, I still have to go to practice." I say.

"Ok." John says.

A Little Over An Hour Later: 10:45 PM

John, Elle, and I stopped at McDonald's on the way home. We ate there, and now, we are at home, and Elle is asleep on John's shoulder. I put my bag down by the door, and although it hurt to bend over, I still managed to set my bag down with out wincing.

"I'm going to put her to bed." John says.

"Ok. I'm going to go to bed. I love you." I say.

"I love you too. I'll be up in a few minutes. I'm going to watch some TV before bed." John says.

"Ok." I say as I give John a kiss. I head upstairs and walk into our bedroom. After changing into a pair of pajama pants, I brush my teeth and head to bed. Good night all.

Yay! Another chapter. I'm so happy that I didn't end this story. Yay me!