A/N: Mediah wrote a review to me saying: Out of complete boredom, I sat and read all of this. While there are some funny moments, it is overridded by the poor quality writing and lack of plot or sense. As for that author's note you had about not needing a story to make sense, HUH? A story does need to make sense, have a plot and help the reader understand it. This story needs structure and a thing called puncuation.As for the plot, or what I can distinguish it being, it's your typical mary sue. Girl comes from crap background, meets wrestler, BECOMES wrestler (as if everyone can be) ends up happy forever. I agree with whoever said it, calling Mark 'Dad' does seem childish. And I've never met anyone who calls their step dad, dad. Only if they're the only father they've had and have been around since they were little.This is the kind of story where I admire the author's dedication to finish it and to put their own name on it. Because I sure as hell wouldn't.

Deb

MY OPINION TO HER REVIEW IS: I'M SORRY YOU DON'T LIKE MARK BEING CALLED DAD HOWEVER I AND ALOT OF OTHERS LIKE IT SO I WILL CONTINUE CALLING MARK DAD BECAUSE TO HER, MARK IS THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS REALLY ACTED LIKE A DAD TO HER. I WOULD AGREE WITH EVERYTHING YOU WROTE ON YOUR REVIEW...ONLY IF I WAS PUBLISHING THIS STORY IN A BOOK OR IF I WAS AN OLDER WRITER. THIS STORY HOWEVER IS NOT BEING PUBLISHED AND I AM NOT AN OLDER WRITER...SO I DO NOT AGREE WITH YOUR REVIEW.NOW AS FOR STRUCTURE I KNOW I NEED MORE STRUCTURE, BUT AS I SAID BEFORE I AM WORKING ON IT...SO CHILL.... I HAPPEN TO LOVE MY STORY AND SO DO OTHERS...I DO HOWEVER THANK YOU FOR TAKING YOUR TIME TO PUT DOWN MY STORY AND I THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ MY STORY. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO WRITE ANYTIME....TOODLES.~~~STACY

Trainer: No you shouldn't....now the stuff you can't remember will eventually come to you...just in bits and pieces though

Ana: Okay....thanks

Trainer: Make sure you take some aspirn and take it easy for the next couple of days

Ana: I will

I walked out and walked to our locker room. There Amy, Jeff, and Matt were. Jeff jumpped up and we hugged. I laughed as he twirled me around. After he set me on the ground we kissed.

Matt: Oh please....get a room

We laughed as Jeff threw a towel at Matt and hit him right in the face.

Amy: what did the trainer say

Ana: Just a mild concussion and some memory loss.....nothing big

Jeff: Memory loss? Is it serious?

Ana: Na....there is just a few things I can't remember about the match no biggie

Matt: Are you sure?

Any: Yea....so does anyone have any skittles? I need sugar

~~~~In Brock's Locker room~~~~

Paul: Brock what the hell was up with that kiss?

Brock: Paul....I want her...I love her....I kissed her cuz I want her to be mine

Paul: Brock listen to me....she is no good....you have to forget about her

Brock picked up the TV and threw it across the room.

Paul: BROCK! BROCK CALM DOWN! LISTEN TO REASON!

Brock: I don't wanna calm down....I want Ana... I want to kiss her....I want to hug her....I want to make love to her.

Paul: Brock that just isn't possible

Brock: Well Paul....I pay you too make it possible....so do it

Paul: Fine....but don't say I didn't warn you.

~~~Back in Our locker room~~~

Ana: Jeff give it to me

Jeff: Nuh- uh.....its mine all mine

Ana: Don't make me spear you

Jeff: you wouldn't dare!

I looked at him seriously

Ana: Try me

Jeff then gave me the skittle and I ate it with a smile on my face.

Ana: I wouldn't have speared you...just to let you know

Jeff: You tricked me....you little....little..

Ana: Cutie? Sweetie? Sexy thing?

Jeff: Thief

I put my head in my hands and pretended to cry.

Ana: I get knocked uncontious for you and you call me a thief

Jeff: I'm not falling for that fake cry

I look up and smile

Ana: Fine...now if you'll excuse me...I got to go to my locker and get my other bag of skittles.

Jeff: More skittles? Where? give me some

Ana: Nope sorry...

I opened the door and started to walk to my dressing room. Jeff was following me. I started to run and he was chasing after me.

Jeff: Give me those skittles

Ana: No they're mine

I ran into my locker room and opened up my bag and grabbed the skittles. Jeff came in and ran at me. I dodged him and ran out the door. Jeff followed me and I ran right into the man I thought I would never see again.