Kandiland: Wow I'm finally updating!
Mave: It's about damn time.
Kandiland: Yes I know, damn my scoliosis for acting up and my papers due Monday and Tuesday.
Mave: Yeah you were kind of in a lot of pain last week.
Kandiland: I guess you could say that if you would consider your back hurting so bad in your ribs that feel like you're having a heart attack and after a few days of just dealing with it and taking a lot of alieve you can feel your ribs sticking out of your back the wrong way a little.
Mave: Yeah I guess a little is a little bit of an understatement.
Kandiland: Yeah just a little.
Mave: Anyway on with the story.
Matt: Well, at least she talked to me. (finishes his drink)
Kat: (sits down and drinks half the drink) Well that was pleasant.
Kevin: (walks up) KAT?! How'd you get in here?
Kat: Kevin! Uh...well, I AM 19, and the legal age here is 19 so...
Kevin: What are you drinking?
Kat: Coke?
Kevin: (picks it up and takes a drink) Shit girl! What part of that is Coke!
Kat: (nods her head towards Matt)
Kevin: Oh. I think we're gonna need a few more drinks. Same for you again?
Kat: (confused) You're buying me a drink?
Kevin: Well, it's not like you haven't done this before.
Kat: True.
Kevin: That would've been the perfect time for a "No dad, of course not."
Kat: Whoops.
Kevin: Yeah. Whatever. So same?
Kat: Yeah, I guess.
Adam: (looks at Mikhaila, who's sitting still but the bottle's gone) Um guys, I'm gonna take Mikhaila back.
Kat: Why? (notices the bottle) Oh. Right. Go now.
Mikhaila: But I don't wanna leave. I'm not drunk. I'm just a little...woozy.
Adam: (shakes his head and stands up) Come on, we're gonna go back to the hotel.
Mikhaila: (shrugs) Whatever. (stands up and stumbles a bit, tripping into Adam giggling) Whoops.
Adam: (trying not to laugh) Oh god Mikhaila. You're really piss drunk. See you guys later.
Mikhaila: Bye! (waves at everyone as Adam drags her off)
(They get into the cab, Adam helping her in. She leans against him in the cab and rubs his thigh)
Mikhaila: Ya know, I thin you look good in leather pans.
Adam: (looks nervously down at her thinking "If she doesn't stop that I'm gonna need a really really long COLD shower" his breathing is harsh)
Mikhaila: (looks at him strangely) Adam, wassa matta wif you? You breathing funny.
Adam: (squirms uncomfortably in the seat, staring at the ceiling of the cab) This should not be happening! She's my best friend! Why is this happening! But she looks damn good tonight. NO! She's my best friend!
Mikhaila: (pats his cheek) We're here Adam. Look. Hotel.
Adam: Oh thank god! (gets out of the cab, helping her out and letting her lean on him) Come on. Let's get you up to your room. (they get in the elevator)
Mikhaila: (looks him up and down) You know, you look damn good in leather pants. You should wear them more often. (grabs his ass) You've got a nice ass too.
Adam: (bites his lip) This isn't happening! She's my best friend. She's my best friend. Oh god, when is this elevator gonna open? Not good. Definitely not good. She's my best friend. (the doors open and he picks her up, carrying her to the room and taking the key from her and opening the door, setting her down on the couch) Mikhaila, stay here. I need to go to my room and change.
Mikhaila: Adam, now las tim you uz dunk, I stay there. You leavin me?
Adam: Just for a minute. Don't move off the couch hon. (walks out and down to his room and changes, heading back to hers a few minutes later. He goes in to see her passed out on the couch. Sighing, he picks up her head and sets it down in his lap, throwing a blanket over her and one over himself) Mikhaila, you owe me so big on this one. (plays with her hair a bit as he falls asleep)
Mikhaila: (half opens her eyes and shuts them quickly) It's light out. I don't like the light. (feels around and her hand lands on a bare chest) What the hell...(feels around, finding Adam's hair) Oh no. (thinks out loud) Oh no. Did I really grab his ass last night?
Adam: (feels her moving and looks down at her) Yes, yes you did.
Mikhaila: Oh no...oh man! I made an ass of myself. How much did I drink again?
Adam: A whole bottle of whiskey.
Mikhaila: Well, that'd be why I made an ass out of myself to feel like shit right now. (tries to get up and almost falls, Adam catching her) Dammit.
Adam: (pulls her back on the couch) Still drunk?
Mikhaila: A little. I think so. Look, I'm gonna use the bathroom. You call and order me a few loaves of bread. Any form of bread possible. And only bread. Get whatever you want for yourself. (uses the wall to get over to the bathroom)
Adam: (watching her) God dammit. She's really gonna feel this all day. (picks up the phone and calls for bread at room service. He gets up and pours a glass of water, heading back to the couch and sitting down. She comes out of the bathroom holding her head. He gets up and rushes over to her, supporting her back to the couch) Feel any better?
Mikhaila: Couldn't find the Aleve. Find the Aleve. Please. (grabs the water and drinks it) Thanks for the water. (lays down again, covering herself back up with the blanket, curling into a ball) Hating this.
Adam: (goes in the bathroom) Where in a girls bathroom am I gonna find this? (sifting through the stuff in there, unwilling to touch a lot of stuff. He finally finds the Aleve and grabs a few out and heads back) Mik? (walks over and sees her passed out again, curled up on the couch. Just as he's about to sit down the room service comes and he has them put it on the coffee table by the couch. He picks her up and sets her in his lap, laying down on the couch, letting her head rest on his chest) God I'm in trouble.
Mikhaila: (waking up a bit later, looking around and seeing where she is) And how I got here (shrugs and grabs some bread. Reaches over and taps his shoulder) Adam? You up?
Adam: (slowly opening an eye) Huh? Mikhaila, go back to sleep. Too early.
Mikhaila: No. Wake up. Need to sober back up. (tries to get up and realizes he's holding her) Adam, I want to get up.
Adam: (closes his eyes and leans his head back again) So go ahead.
Mikhaila: Adam, you've got a strangle hold on me. I want to go shower and unless you plan on coming in there with me, you'd better let go.
Adam: (moves his arms) Sorry bout that. (rolls over and settles back in as she gets up) Night again.
Mikhaila: (makes her way to her bedroom, grabbing some clothes out and heading to the bathroom, showering quickly and changing after she gets out. She calls room service to have them bring the coffee and cream, then heads back over by Adam) Wake up Sleeping Beauty.
Adam: (groans) Why for you wake me up?
Mikhaila: Because I'm up. Come on, sit up.
Adam: (grabs her pulling her down on the couch) No. Sleep. Shhh.
Mikhaila: (rolls her eyes) Adam, you're a brat.
Adam: Yep. And you're still drunk.
Mikhaila: Actually, I'm feeling better after that shower, but yes, the after effects are still there. I'm stealing a pair of your sunglasses when we go out by the way.
Adam: Whatever you need, just so long as I can sleep some more. You squirm a lot when you're drunk.
Mikhaila: Ah. Sorry about that one. You know, I would've been fine if you'd have left me here on the couch.
Adam: (looks down at her) Now would that be fair? You took care of me when I was piss drunk, it was my turn to take care of you. I didn't mind.
Mikhaila: Um, Adam? What else did I do last night?
Adam: (thinks back to the cab ride) Nothing. Nothing at all.
Mikhaila: Well, I remember I was in the bar, and you dragged me out and took me home...(thinks)...in...a cab. (realizes what she did) Aw fuck! Adam, I'm so sorry!
Adam: Oh it wasn't as bad as you think it was. Don't worry about it.
Mikhaila: Adam, I was groping you in the cab and the elevator. How is that okay?!
Adam: (thinks about the night) Trust me, everything was forgiven. Don't worry about it.
Mikhaila: (grabs his hand and squeezes it) Thanks. I still feel bad about it still, but thanks. (gets up to answer the door, getting the coffee) Well, time to wake up Kat. (heads over and opens the door) Kat...(sees Shane and Kat curled up together in the bed)...oh.
Kat: (groans and looks at Mikhaila) Um...morning?
Mikhaila: Apparently a good one. I've got bread and coffee if you're up for it.
Kat: Sure. Give us a minute. (rolls over as Mikhaila walks out) Hey Shane, up. Breakfast.
Shane: (opening his eyes) Hey. Morning.
Kat: (gets up) Let's go. They've got food.
(The two of them stand up and go out there, still in the clothes they were wearing last night.)
Shane: Hey man. What's up?
Adam: Not much not much. How're you?
Shane: Wonderful! (looks at him) Ok, she's got an excuse to be changed, what's yours?
Adam: I went and changed last night. I was gonna spend a lot of time here today so I figured I'd better be comfortable.
Kat: (raises an eyebrow looking at the two of them) You look comfortable. Well, Shane, why don't you head back to your room so we can change and go out somewhere before you have to be at the arena?
Shane: (kisses her on the cheek) Alright. I'll see you later. (walks out as Kat heads to the shower)
Adam: (rubbing her side as she lays back down on the couch) You know, she talked to Matt last night.
Mikhaila: (surprised) She did? Wow. I feel sorry for Shane, you know? One of these days Matt and Kat are gonna get past whatever this is, and when they do, Shane's gonna be forgotten.
Adam: (nods) Yeah. It's only a matter of time before they realize why they're both so miserable.
Mikhaila: Yeah. Listen, Adam, why don't you go get dressed and shower and all. I feel bad for making you sit here in your pajama pants. You must be freezing right now.
Adam: I'm a little cold, but I'll deal with it.
Mikhaila: Well go change at least. You need to get dressed. And grab your things for the arena while you're down there.
Adam: (sighs, letting go of her and getting up) You gonna be okay til I get back?
Mikhaila: Adam, I'm a big girl. I can handle myself for an hour or two. Trust me.
Adam: (laughs to himself walking out of her room) I'm sure you can my dear, I'm sure you can. (takes the elevator down to his room, going in and sees Jay and Gail sleeping together) How cute. (grabs his bag for the arena and his stuff to shower, and heads back to Mikhaila's room. Knocks) Hey Mikhaila?
Mikhaila: (opens the door) Adam? That was the fastest damned shower I've ever heard of.
Adam: Can I use your shower?
Mikhaila: Why? Isn't yours okay?
Adam: (pouts) Please? Jay and Gail are sleeping in there right now and I don't want to wake them up.
Mikhaila: Oh! Well then, come on in. Kat got out a few minutes ago. (heads back to the couch, refilling her coffee)
Adam: Thanks. (heads into the bathroom, getting in the shower)
Kat: (coming out of her room, fully dressed) Um, Mikhaila, why on earth are you running the shower?
Mikhaila: Adam needed to use it. Jay and Gail are down in his room sleeping so he decided to use ours so he wouldn't disturb them. (shrugs, heading to the bathroom)
Kat: (blinks as she opens the door) What the hell are you doing?
Mikhaila: I need more Aleve.
Kat: Can't you wait until he's out of the shower.
Mikhaila: (shakes her head) Nope. I've got the headache now.
Adam: (calling from the shower) Mikhaila, come in if you're coming in. It's freezing!
Mikhaila: Yeah yeah. (walks in, shutting the door)
Kat: (shakes her head at the two, chuckling to herself) Dear god, how oblivious can you get?
Mikhaila: (walks out of the bathroom laughing, covered in soap)
Kat: (raises an eyebrow) Mikhaila, what on earth did you two do?
Mikhaila: He decided it would be funny to get me with the soap, so I got him with the shaving cream. He's gonna be Skintimate smooth for the rest of the day. (laughing as she sits down on the couch, taking the pills)
Kat: (laughs) You two are absolutely hilarious, you know that?
Mikhaila: We try to entertain. (hears a knock) You're being collected me thinks.
Kat: (nods) That's Shane. I'll see you two at the arena. (walks to answer the door and heads out with Shane)
(Mikhaila and Adam spend most of the rest of the day in her room, leaving for the arena in the afternoon so he could warm up and all before the match. Mikhaila, Shane, Jay, Kat, and Gail stand in the gorilla position, watching the match, knowing he was slated to win tonight. They cheer when he gets the three count, but suddenly they feel someone rush past them out to the arena.)
Adam: (about to roll out of the ring when he feels a chair to the back of his head) What the...(gets cracked across the forehead with the chair, knocking him out)
Mikhaila: (lets out a low growl) That son of a bitch. He's asking for it.
Kat: (looking at her nervously) Mikhaila, don't do anything crazy.
Mikhaila: (watches at Cena keeps hitting Adam with the chair) Fuck this. (bolts up the ramp to the ring, sliding in and standing nose to nose with Cena) You mess with him, you mess with me.
Cena: Well if it isn't the little bitch. Why don't you walk out of here before you get hurt.
Mikhaila: (blowing through her nose) Can't do that. Let's find out if you're a man or not. (punches him, making him crouch over. She grabs the chair, tossing it out of the ring) Alright bitch, you want me, you've got me. Right here, right now.
Cena: (growls lunging at her) You stupid slut. (tackles her to the ground. He tries to pick her up, but she flips over his back, grabbing him by the waist and throwing him over her shoulder, ramming him into the posts. She kicks him repeatedly in the chest as she slowly slides down the post before getting up and hitting her again. She reels back, only to duck as his fist comes flying again. She grabs it and wraps it behind him, twisting it so he's screaming)
Mikhaila: Fuck you Cena. (she picks him up, walking over to the edge of the ring, and throws him at the announcer's table, the force of the fall making him hit his head, knocking him out. She walks over to where Adam is trying to collect himself and is slowly waking up when she hears Vince's entrance music and snaps out of her anger) Oh shit.
Vince: (walking down to the ring) Well, this ought to be interesting. (walks up the steps, getting in the ring) Young lady, come here please. (Mikhaila gets up cautiously from Adam, walking to Vince, not looking him in the eye) Hey, look at me. (she looks up) Damn good job. (grabs a mike) Well everyone, I'd like you to meet my daughter, Mikhaila McMahon. (the crowd goes silent then erupts into cheers) That's fine that's fine. I haven't seen her in quite some time and she's chosen to come on tour with the company. (he exits the ring)
Kandiland: stay tuned more will come shortly I promise.
Mave: It's about damn time.
Kandiland: Yes I know, damn my scoliosis for acting up and my papers due Monday and Tuesday.
Mave: Yeah you were kind of in a lot of pain last week.
Kandiland: I guess you could say that if you would consider your back hurting so bad in your ribs that feel like you're having a heart attack and after a few days of just dealing with it and taking a lot of alieve you can feel your ribs sticking out of your back the wrong way a little.
Mave: Yeah I guess a little is a little bit of an understatement.
Kandiland: Yeah just a little.
Mave: Anyway on with the story.
Matt: Well, at least she talked to me. (finishes his drink)
Kat: (sits down and drinks half the drink) Well that was pleasant.
Kevin: (walks up) KAT?! How'd you get in here?
Kat: Kevin! Uh...well, I AM 19, and the legal age here is 19 so...
Kevin: What are you drinking?
Kat: Coke?
Kevin: (picks it up and takes a drink) Shit girl! What part of that is Coke!
Kat: (nods her head towards Matt)
Kevin: Oh. I think we're gonna need a few more drinks. Same for you again?
Kat: (confused) You're buying me a drink?
Kevin: Well, it's not like you haven't done this before.
Kat: True.
Kevin: That would've been the perfect time for a "No dad, of course not."
Kat: Whoops.
Kevin: Yeah. Whatever. So same?
Kat: Yeah, I guess.
Adam: (looks at Mikhaila, who's sitting still but the bottle's gone) Um guys, I'm gonna take Mikhaila back.
Kat: Why? (notices the bottle) Oh. Right. Go now.
Mikhaila: But I don't wanna leave. I'm not drunk. I'm just a little...woozy.
Adam: (shakes his head and stands up) Come on, we're gonna go back to the hotel.
Mikhaila: (shrugs) Whatever. (stands up and stumbles a bit, tripping into Adam giggling) Whoops.
Adam: (trying not to laugh) Oh god Mikhaila. You're really piss drunk. See you guys later.
Mikhaila: Bye! (waves at everyone as Adam drags her off)
(They get into the cab, Adam helping her in. She leans against him in the cab and rubs his thigh)
Mikhaila: Ya know, I thin you look good in leather pans.
Adam: (looks nervously down at her thinking "If she doesn't stop that I'm gonna need a really really long COLD shower" his breathing is harsh)
Mikhaila: (looks at him strangely) Adam, wassa matta wif you? You breathing funny.
Adam: (squirms uncomfortably in the seat, staring at the ceiling of the cab) This should not be happening! She's my best friend! Why is this happening! But she looks damn good tonight. NO! She's my best friend!
Mikhaila: (pats his cheek) We're here Adam. Look. Hotel.
Adam: Oh thank god! (gets out of the cab, helping her out and letting her lean on him) Come on. Let's get you up to your room. (they get in the elevator)
Mikhaila: (looks him up and down) You know, you look damn good in leather pants. You should wear them more often. (grabs his ass) You've got a nice ass too.
Adam: (bites his lip) This isn't happening! She's my best friend. She's my best friend. Oh god, when is this elevator gonna open? Not good. Definitely not good. She's my best friend. (the doors open and he picks her up, carrying her to the room and taking the key from her and opening the door, setting her down on the couch) Mikhaila, stay here. I need to go to my room and change.
Mikhaila: Adam, now las tim you uz dunk, I stay there. You leavin me?
Adam: Just for a minute. Don't move off the couch hon. (walks out and down to his room and changes, heading back to hers a few minutes later. He goes in to see her passed out on the couch. Sighing, he picks up her head and sets it down in his lap, throwing a blanket over her and one over himself) Mikhaila, you owe me so big on this one. (plays with her hair a bit as he falls asleep)
Mikhaila: (half opens her eyes and shuts them quickly) It's light out. I don't like the light. (feels around and her hand lands on a bare chest) What the hell...(feels around, finding Adam's hair) Oh no. (thinks out loud) Oh no. Did I really grab his ass last night?
Adam: (feels her moving and looks down at her) Yes, yes you did.
Mikhaila: Oh no...oh man! I made an ass of myself. How much did I drink again?
Adam: A whole bottle of whiskey.
Mikhaila: Well, that'd be why I made an ass out of myself to feel like shit right now. (tries to get up and almost falls, Adam catching her) Dammit.
Adam: (pulls her back on the couch) Still drunk?
Mikhaila: A little. I think so. Look, I'm gonna use the bathroom. You call and order me a few loaves of bread. Any form of bread possible. And only bread. Get whatever you want for yourself. (uses the wall to get over to the bathroom)
Adam: (watching her) God dammit. She's really gonna feel this all day. (picks up the phone and calls for bread at room service. He gets up and pours a glass of water, heading back to the couch and sitting down. She comes out of the bathroom holding her head. He gets up and rushes over to her, supporting her back to the couch) Feel any better?
Mikhaila: Couldn't find the Aleve. Find the Aleve. Please. (grabs the water and drinks it) Thanks for the water. (lays down again, covering herself back up with the blanket, curling into a ball) Hating this.
Adam: (goes in the bathroom) Where in a girls bathroom am I gonna find this? (sifting through the stuff in there, unwilling to touch a lot of stuff. He finally finds the Aleve and grabs a few out and heads back) Mik? (walks over and sees her passed out again, curled up on the couch. Just as he's about to sit down the room service comes and he has them put it on the coffee table by the couch. He picks her up and sets her in his lap, laying down on the couch, letting her head rest on his chest) God I'm in trouble.
Mikhaila: (waking up a bit later, looking around and seeing where she is) And how I got here (shrugs and grabs some bread. Reaches over and taps his shoulder) Adam? You up?
Adam: (slowly opening an eye) Huh? Mikhaila, go back to sleep. Too early.
Mikhaila: No. Wake up. Need to sober back up. (tries to get up and realizes he's holding her) Adam, I want to get up.
Adam: (closes his eyes and leans his head back again) So go ahead.
Mikhaila: Adam, you've got a strangle hold on me. I want to go shower and unless you plan on coming in there with me, you'd better let go.
Adam: (moves his arms) Sorry bout that. (rolls over and settles back in as she gets up) Night again.
Mikhaila: (makes her way to her bedroom, grabbing some clothes out and heading to the bathroom, showering quickly and changing after she gets out. She calls room service to have them bring the coffee and cream, then heads back over by Adam) Wake up Sleeping Beauty.
Adam: (groans) Why for you wake me up?
Mikhaila: Because I'm up. Come on, sit up.
Adam: (grabs her pulling her down on the couch) No. Sleep. Shhh.
Mikhaila: (rolls her eyes) Adam, you're a brat.
Adam: Yep. And you're still drunk.
Mikhaila: Actually, I'm feeling better after that shower, but yes, the after effects are still there. I'm stealing a pair of your sunglasses when we go out by the way.
Adam: Whatever you need, just so long as I can sleep some more. You squirm a lot when you're drunk.
Mikhaila: Ah. Sorry about that one. You know, I would've been fine if you'd have left me here on the couch.
Adam: (looks down at her) Now would that be fair? You took care of me when I was piss drunk, it was my turn to take care of you. I didn't mind.
Mikhaila: Um, Adam? What else did I do last night?
Adam: (thinks back to the cab ride) Nothing. Nothing at all.
Mikhaila: Well, I remember I was in the bar, and you dragged me out and took me home...(thinks)...in...a cab. (realizes what she did) Aw fuck! Adam, I'm so sorry!
Adam: Oh it wasn't as bad as you think it was. Don't worry about it.
Mikhaila: Adam, I was groping you in the cab and the elevator. How is that okay?!
Adam: (thinks about the night) Trust me, everything was forgiven. Don't worry about it.
Mikhaila: (grabs his hand and squeezes it) Thanks. I still feel bad about it still, but thanks. (gets up to answer the door, getting the coffee) Well, time to wake up Kat. (heads over and opens the door) Kat...(sees Shane and Kat curled up together in the bed)...oh.
Kat: (groans and looks at Mikhaila) Um...morning?
Mikhaila: Apparently a good one. I've got bread and coffee if you're up for it.
Kat: Sure. Give us a minute. (rolls over as Mikhaila walks out) Hey Shane, up. Breakfast.
Shane: (opening his eyes) Hey. Morning.
Kat: (gets up) Let's go. They've got food.
(The two of them stand up and go out there, still in the clothes they were wearing last night.)
Shane: Hey man. What's up?
Adam: Not much not much. How're you?
Shane: Wonderful! (looks at him) Ok, she's got an excuse to be changed, what's yours?
Adam: I went and changed last night. I was gonna spend a lot of time here today so I figured I'd better be comfortable.
Kat: (raises an eyebrow looking at the two of them) You look comfortable. Well, Shane, why don't you head back to your room so we can change and go out somewhere before you have to be at the arena?
Shane: (kisses her on the cheek) Alright. I'll see you later. (walks out as Kat heads to the shower)
Adam: (rubbing her side as she lays back down on the couch) You know, she talked to Matt last night.
Mikhaila: (surprised) She did? Wow. I feel sorry for Shane, you know? One of these days Matt and Kat are gonna get past whatever this is, and when they do, Shane's gonna be forgotten.
Adam: (nods) Yeah. It's only a matter of time before they realize why they're both so miserable.
Mikhaila: Yeah. Listen, Adam, why don't you go get dressed and shower and all. I feel bad for making you sit here in your pajama pants. You must be freezing right now.
Adam: I'm a little cold, but I'll deal with it.
Mikhaila: Well go change at least. You need to get dressed. And grab your things for the arena while you're down there.
Adam: (sighs, letting go of her and getting up) You gonna be okay til I get back?
Mikhaila: Adam, I'm a big girl. I can handle myself for an hour or two. Trust me.
Adam: (laughs to himself walking out of her room) I'm sure you can my dear, I'm sure you can. (takes the elevator down to his room, going in and sees Jay and Gail sleeping together) How cute. (grabs his bag for the arena and his stuff to shower, and heads back to Mikhaila's room. Knocks) Hey Mikhaila?
Mikhaila: (opens the door) Adam? That was the fastest damned shower I've ever heard of.
Adam: Can I use your shower?
Mikhaila: Why? Isn't yours okay?
Adam: (pouts) Please? Jay and Gail are sleeping in there right now and I don't want to wake them up.
Mikhaila: Oh! Well then, come on in. Kat got out a few minutes ago. (heads back to the couch, refilling her coffee)
Adam: Thanks. (heads into the bathroom, getting in the shower)
Kat: (coming out of her room, fully dressed) Um, Mikhaila, why on earth are you running the shower?
Mikhaila: Adam needed to use it. Jay and Gail are down in his room sleeping so he decided to use ours so he wouldn't disturb them. (shrugs, heading to the bathroom)
Kat: (blinks as she opens the door) What the hell are you doing?
Mikhaila: I need more Aleve.
Kat: Can't you wait until he's out of the shower.
Mikhaila: (shakes her head) Nope. I've got the headache now.
Adam: (calling from the shower) Mikhaila, come in if you're coming in. It's freezing!
Mikhaila: Yeah yeah. (walks in, shutting the door)
Kat: (shakes her head at the two, chuckling to herself) Dear god, how oblivious can you get?
Mikhaila: (walks out of the bathroom laughing, covered in soap)
Kat: (raises an eyebrow) Mikhaila, what on earth did you two do?
Mikhaila: He decided it would be funny to get me with the soap, so I got him with the shaving cream. He's gonna be Skintimate smooth for the rest of the day. (laughing as she sits down on the couch, taking the pills)
Kat: (laughs) You two are absolutely hilarious, you know that?
Mikhaila: We try to entertain. (hears a knock) You're being collected me thinks.
Kat: (nods) That's Shane. I'll see you two at the arena. (walks to answer the door and heads out with Shane)
(Mikhaila and Adam spend most of the rest of the day in her room, leaving for the arena in the afternoon so he could warm up and all before the match. Mikhaila, Shane, Jay, Kat, and Gail stand in the gorilla position, watching the match, knowing he was slated to win tonight. They cheer when he gets the three count, but suddenly they feel someone rush past them out to the arena.)
Adam: (about to roll out of the ring when he feels a chair to the back of his head) What the...(gets cracked across the forehead with the chair, knocking him out)
Mikhaila: (lets out a low growl) That son of a bitch. He's asking for it.
Kat: (looking at her nervously) Mikhaila, don't do anything crazy.
Mikhaila: (watches at Cena keeps hitting Adam with the chair) Fuck this. (bolts up the ramp to the ring, sliding in and standing nose to nose with Cena) You mess with him, you mess with me.
Cena: Well if it isn't the little bitch. Why don't you walk out of here before you get hurt.
Mikhaila: (blowing through her nose) Can't do that. Let's find out if you're a man or not. (punches him, making him crouch over. She grabs the chair, tossing it out of the ring) Alright bitch, you want me, you've got me. Right here, right now.
Cena: (growls lunging at her) You stupid slut. (tackles her to the ground. He tries to pick her up, but she flips over his back, grabbing him by the waist and throwing him over her shoulder, ramming him into the posts. She kicks him repeatedly in the chest as she slowly slides down the post before getting up and hitting her again. She reels back, only to duck as his fist comes flying again. She grabs it and wraps it behind him, twisting it so he's screaming)
Mikhaila: Fuck you Cena. (she picks him up, walking over to the edge of the ring, and throws him at the announcer's table, the force of the fall making him hit his head, knocking him out. She walks over to where Adam is trying to collect himself and is slowly waking up when she hears Vince's entrance music and snaps out of her anger) Oh shit.
Vince: (walking down to the ring) Well, this ought to be interesting. (walks up the steps, getting in the ring) Young lady, come here please. (Mikhaila gets up cautiously from Adam, walking to Vince, not looking him in the eye) Hey, look at me. (she looks up) Damn good job. (grabs a mike) Well everyone, I'd like you to meet my daughter, Mikhaila McMahon. (the crowd goes silent then erupts into cheers) That's fine that's fine. I haven't seen her in quite some time and she's chosen to come on tour with the company. (he exits the ring)
Kandiland: stay tuned more will come shortly I promise.