Ray didn't think that her being boyish was such a problem. It was how she had always been, ever since Mark opted to make her his honorary daughter. What was wrong with the way she was?

Shane didn't think there was anything wrong with Ray either, much like she thought, she had always like this, since she arrived here in the WWE. Why was Cena trying to take his bad girl away from him?

"She said she was trying to teach you a lesson. A sort of practice what you preach sort of thing." Adam reported.

Mark chuckled, "That sounds like my darlin'. Anyone know why Trish and Amy were at ringside?"

"No idea, why?"

"I just find it weird, they haven't watched her spar since they realized she was a girl."

"True," Shawn said, they were all sitting around the ring talking. "And they left with her didn't they?"

"Yeah." Adam said scratching his goatee. Shawn did have an interesting point.

"Oh well." Mark sighed, "No telling what those two needed with her."

Adam shook his head, he thought it went deeper. He remembers Ray screaming 'Trish if that's you, I'm not in the mood,' when he knocked on the door to the locker room. Maybe they did have something to do with what happened today.

"Well who is she with now?" Mark asked.

"She went to fine Jeff the last I left her."

"Well just as long as she's with someone," Mark said. "Remember she can't be by herself, ever."

"We heard anything else about her dad?"

Mark shook his head, "No, not a thing. As long as she doesn't know what's going on, we're good. As soon as I know something, you guys will know something. Until then, I want her with someone at all times."

"You got it big man." Adam said.

"Thanks guys, you don't know how much I appreciate this. She has really become like a daughter to me. I love her."

"We all do." Shawn told him. "We all do. We won't let anything happen to her."

"I know you won't."

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"She didn't go with it?" John asked the girls.

"Flat out refused." Trish told him. She didn't know why she was wasting his time with her anyway. The girl obviously wants to be a boy. Let her be one.

"Even when you told her it was her dad?"

"Yep." Amy said.

"Damn. This is bad. We are going to have to try it again."

"Why don't you just let it go John? There are plenty of single divas that know they are women." Trish had had a crush on John for a while now. And she didn't see what everyone saw in Ray. She would be the first to admit that she herself was smitten with her, when she thought she was a guy. But now, all the guys are going bonkers over her, and she obviously is a worst tomboy that any diva ever was.

John thought about it. Why was he going through all of this trouble for this chick, especially when he was well aware that Patricia Stragais a.k.a. Trish Stratus, had a crush on him. But as he looked down at the five foot two bombshell he realized he wanted Ray because she would be a difficult terrain to conquer and once he did, he would be like player of the year.

"I know." John said. "But I like her."

Trish let out an audible sigh, "What do you want us to do?"

"I don't know yet."

"Shane knows her better than any of us. Well besides Mark, why don't you ask him?"

"Amy, what, are you blind? Shane is so gone for that girl. I thought he was going to have a fit when I told him that I had planned on rearranging his sweet, darling Ray."

"That's odd, Shane doesn't fit the description of the type that would date a quote, bad girl."

"Ray isn't a bad girl per say, she's just kind of a bad ass. She don't take no shit off no male. But again, all will change right with her image."

"Why?" Amy asked.

"Because she's a little too independent for my taste."

Trish looked up at John, he had a point. No man wanted a woman who could do everything for herself, made him wonder what he was even there for in the first place.

"I understand." Trish told John.

"You do?" John asked her.

"Yeah, what man wants a woman who can do everything for herself? Makes the guy wonder what his place is, or why he's even there."

"Exactly." John said with a grin. Hey maybe when he was done with Ray, he could look Trish up. She seemed like the kind of girl he was after. What they called wifey material.

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Ray sat with Shane at the nearby Chic-Fil-A. She couldn't help but notice how totally gorgeous he always looked. Even now, in his Green Lantern tee, faded jeans and his boots, he was heartbreaking.

"So tell me something Ray?" he asked her.

"Sure, what's up?"

"You really like Cena, huh?" he looked down at his plate as not to see the sparkle in her pretty grey eyes. It seemed like lately every time someone said something about Cena her eyes lit up.

Ray wasn't really sure how to answer his question. Because she liked John, she really did. But at the same time, she loved Shane. She loved Shane more than she could ever tell him.

She shrugged, "Yeah, I like him. He's cool. Have to appreciate him for taking me on my first date, well I guess you can call it a date."

Shane thought he was going to choke, her first date? Damn it.

" I really like the fact that he doesn't have a problem with my boyish ways."

Shane looked up at her from his fries. His poor Ray, she was so naïve, had no idea that boy had every intention on changing everything about her.

"Yeah?" Shane asked.

"Yeah."

"Well it's not many men who accept that about a woman, especially one who's so independent."

"Yeah I know." She said as her cell rang. "Excuse me a sec Shane."

"Sure."

"Yeah," she answered.

"What's up ma?" John asked. "What you doing?"

"Nothing much, I am having lunch with Shane." She winked across the table and he smiled back.

"Oh." John sounded disappointed.

"Why? Something wrong?"

"No, just thought I could spend sometime with my new boo."

Ray blushed, "I'm sorry, well tonight, I'm going to hang out with a few of the guys. You want to come?"

"Nah," he said, "I want you all alone."

Ray blushed again. "Okay. Well maybe another time."

"Yeah, see you."

"John?" Shane asked looking back down at his plate.

"Yeah." Ray sighed.

Shane wanted to vomit. He was truly for the first time in his life jealous. Jealous that it was John making her blush like this, John making her smile, John making her eyes light up.

Suddenly, he really did want to vomit. He began to feel warm and dizzy. Everything became real blurry, real fast.

"I don't feel very well Ray," Shane told him. She looked at him, his complexion was about the color of his shirt.

"Okay." She jumped up at stood beside him. "Breathe easy now."

Shane took a deep breath, he was going to puke, he knew it. It always happened, especially when he got worked up about something. He just didn't want Ray to see him like this.

"Come on." She put his arm around her shoulders, leading him to the near by rest room, "Keep breathing."

"Uh miss, you can't go in there with him." One of the employees said.

"My husband is sick," Ray's eyes darkened with smoldering anger, "so move or be moved."

He couldn't believe she just called him her husband, and it sounded so good coming from her mouth. If he weren't so sick, he would've kissed her. Ray had a stare down with the guy and eventually, after seeing she wasn't about to back down, he did. By the time they actually got into the rest room, Shane felt his lunch climbing his throat. Any other girl would be grossed out completely but Ray stood there the entire time.

"That's it." She coaxed him, "Breathe sweetie, breathe."

When he was finished vomiting she had a glass of ginger ale and a glass of water waiting for him.

"Here, drink these, they will help."

"Thank you." He said softly, his throat burned so much.

"Drink the water first love." She told him rubbing his back in little circles. She picked up the cell phone, "Daddy, Shane and I are at Chic-Fil- A, Shane got a little sick."

"Is he okay?"

"Yeah, he's okay. But tell Vince we'll be there in a little while."

"Sure baby," he said, "I'm going that way in a sec."

"Daddy's going to cover us with Vince."

"Okay."

"And I'll drive my car back, k?"

"Okay."

Shane looked up at her, her eyes hadn't left him once. She was going to take care of him the way he had taken care of her when she needed him. They drove back to the arena with the windows down.

"Now don't you puke in my car." She joked with him.

He smiled at her and pretended to heave.

"Hey," she grinned, "You'll walk."

He grinned at her again. Why couldn't it be like this all the time? He thought, just he and his girl.

They finally made it back to the arena. Ray looked over at Shane, his complexion was a lot better. A whole lot better, he was back to his naturally tanned self.

"There you go." She said to him, "For a while there you were actually looking like the Green Lantern."

"Ha-ha, very funny." He pushed her playfully. "It's your own fault."

"And how is this dear Hurricane?"

"Well someone just had to have Chic-Fil-A."

"Oh sure, blame it on the chick." Ray rolled her eyes. She went to climb out of the car, but he stopped her.

"Ray," he held her hand, "Thank you, for everything."

"What's a friend for?" she said climbing out of the car.

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Torrid was having a blast in the parade. She stood between her the Undertaker and Kane.

"You okay my Angel."

"I am fine my lord. I do have a question my Lord."

"I am listening."

"Is this televised?"

"It is, is that a problem?"

Torrid shook her head. No it was no problem at all, she thought as she waved at the crowd.

The parade wasn't anything big, it wasn't the Macy's parade or anything, but she was honored that they had asked her to stand along side The Undertaker and Kane.

But while Torrid, Kane and The Undertaker weren't worried about the parade Ray, Glenn and Mark were. There was no way to talk Vince out her appearance, and they understood why, he had made a commitment. But they did up the security. So that was indeed a plus.

"Don't worry darlin'," Mark whispered, "it's almost over. Then you can have a cookies and cream McFlurry."

Ray smiled, he remembered,

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Ray didn't have a match on this particular night, but the night did call for her to have to accompany Daddy and Uncle Glenn to the ring. Once she got all that make up off, and peeled herself out of that costume of hers, she sat in the middle of the locker room. Shane was in the shower and she was pretty much alone. Her cell phone rang loudly.

She looked at the caller ID display, it said Unknown Name, Unknown Number. Now who the hell could be playing jokes? She knew all too well that Mr. Levesque and Mr. Irvine were big time practical jokers, same with Mr. Bradshaw and Mr. Calloway, yes her dad was a huge practical joker.

"Yeah," she picked up the phone.

"Now is that anyway to answer a phone?" a deep voice asked her.

"It's my way." She shot back. Who the hell was this any way?

"That's not the way you were raised I'm sure." The voice continued.

"Like you have anything to do with the way I was raised. Who the hell is this any way?"

"Don't you take that tone with me Ravyn Sari Jacobs."

Ray was startled, very few people knew her entire name. And this voice she didn't recognize at all.

"Who are you?" she hissed again.

"Don't you worry my little sunshine."

"Sunshine?" That word struck a chord in her memory, she couldn't put her finger on it, but it did. "Why do you call me sunshine?"

The voice on the other end let out a sinister laugh. "Let's just say, we'll meet up very soon. And all questions will be answered." And the phone line went dead.

Ray jumped back from the phone as if it burned her. Her breathing sped up and she started sweating.

"Hold on there darlin'," her father called to her. "Don't you go dying on me."

Ray stammered, but she couldn't get it out. She wanted to tell her father that there was a just a mysterious man calling her, and by the name of sunshine of all names. Why had that name stuck out in her head?

"Calm down Ray, tell me what happened?"

"Some man just called me. He said we would meet up soon, and that all of my questions would be answered then."

He hugged her. "Oh darlin', don't you worry, tomorrow we'll get your cell number changed, okay?"

Shane walked out of the bathroom just in time to hear what Mark said to Ray.

"Her dad?" Shane's eyes got as big as saucers as Mark nodded solemnly.

Shane thought he might crumbled to the floor. Their worst nightmares had come true.

Oh Jesus no, he thought, he found her, oh my God he found her.

She found me, Ray thought as Mark rubbed his back, she found me. What am I going to do? If I stay, she'll take me away from my family.