I walked in the house and fallowed dad into the living room. I was afraid that I wouldn't mane a good impression because I wasn't dressed like you should be when you visit your grandparents…well when I visited my mom' grandparents I always put on a skirt and a blouse. That day, I was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that said 'Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Boys'. My hair was down and I was trying to hide my face in it.
I fallowed dad into the living room and stood behind him slightly.
"Mackie, come on out from back there." My dad laughed. I stepped out and looked at my grandparents.
"John, you're right, she looks just like Isabella…except for those ears…those are you." My grandfather said.
I just smiled.
"John, that's your smile too…" my grandmother said.
"So, are you gonna speak up?" dad said, nudging me a little bit.
"Hi, I'm McKenzie."
"Well, McKenzie, I'm your Grandpa John. This is your Grandma Carol. (A/N: I can't remember John's Mom's name….let me, know if you know it…) I'm glad to finally meet you." He smiled. He walked over and gave me a hug that I practically melted into.
"It's good to meet you too, sir."
Dad nudged me in the back.
"I mean, it's good to meet you too." I smiled. 'Note to self:' I thought. 'Stop saying sir!'
"So tell me dear, what are your interests?" my grandmother asked, smiling at me.
"Uh, I like to sing…and dance. I like to play the drums too. I was on the drum line at my old school…the only freshman."
"That's wonderful…a musical interest."
They were pretty cool for old people. We hung out there for about an hour, and Grandpa John gave me 50 bucks for no reason. By then, it was about 1 pm and true to his word…dad took me to the mall. The first store I dragged him in was Rave. I modeled outfits for him, and he hated every one. Either the jeans were too tight, or they were too low, or my favorite line, "You just don't look…comfortable in that." Then I dragged him in Hot Topic, then Spencer's so I could get posters to put up in my room. Then we went in Champs so I could get some hats and Jersey Dresses. Dad bought himself a couple of jerseys, and I got three pairs of tennis shoes. Then we went in Nine West and I got some dress shoes and stockings and all kinds of junk we were just walking around the mall when I noticed Clair's.
"Hey dad?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I get my second hole?"
"What?"
"In my ears."
"Uh, alright, I guess."
"Can I get a navel ring?"
"When you're 16."
"DAD!"
"When you're 16."
"Fine…but I can get my second hole and my right cartilage?"
"Whatever, get as many holes as you want, but only in your ears."
"Deal." We walked into Clare's and I got my second hole and my right cartilage done. Dad was looking at me like I was crazy.
"You wanna get yours done?" I smirked.
"No way."
"Dad, are you scared of needles?"
"Nope."
"Whatever!" I laughed. I paid for my stuff and we finally left the mall. We drove back to the house and somehow got everything put away in my room. I put up posters of Eminem, Usher, Mario, Bow Wow, Marques Houston, Fantasia, Genuine, My dad, Randy Orton, Shelton Benjamin, Batista, Eddie Guerrero, The Undertaker, Shawn Michaels, and Lita. By this time, it was 6:00, and I was hungry again.
"DAD!"
"WHAT?" he yelled from down stairs.
"You hungry?"
"Yeah, why?"
"You want me to cook?"
"You can cook?"
"Just burgers and fries!"
"Alright…I think we got everything…go ahead!"
I went down in the kitchen and I made some burgers and fries. I looked in the fridge, and all he had to drink was beer, Gatorade, and milk.
"DAD!"
"WHAT!" he screamed. I jumped because he was right behind me and I was still halfway in the fridge.
"Man, don't scare me like that! We have nothing to drink." I said, motioning to the fridge. "I don't really like Gatorade enough to drink it with regular food."
"Alright…I'm going to the store. Answer the phone if it rings, I'm expecting a phone call…go ahead and watch some TV or something, I'll be back in five."
"Alright." I said, nodding.
"Okay, I'll be back." He said, grabbing his keys. I went and turned on the TV to MTV Videos (A/N: you know, the channel that plays nothing but videos 24/7) and started to try to clean up a little bit. I'd gotten all of the trash up when the phone rang. I turned the TV down and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"I'm looking for John? Is he there?" a Hispanic male's voice said.
"Not at the moment, may I ask who's calling?"
"It's Eddie, tell him that Mr. Long has something planned on Thursday for him, and he's going to love who against. How are you Mackie?"
"I'm fine. I'll tell dad you called, alright?"
"Thanks."
"No problem."
"Bye."
Just as I hung up, dad came through the door with a bag of drinks.
"I got Pepsi, Sprite, Wild Cherry Pepsi, and Orange pop…that good?"
"Yep, awesome. Eddie called you…he said Mr. Long had something planned for you on Thursday, and that you were gonna love it."
"Alright….lets hurry up and eat, then we gotta get to the arena. It's almost 6:30."
We wolfed our food down really quick, and I went and changed into one of my new outfits. I chose a baby blue Carmello Anthony Jersey Dress that stopped at my knees along with a pair of Carolina blue and white K-Swiss tennis shoes. I left my hair down and put on the Matching fitted cap. I came down stairs and watched Spongebob while dad finished getting dressed. When he came down stairs, we looked at each other and laughed.
"Did you see what I laid out before I got dressed?" I asked eyeing his baby blue Carmello Anthony jersey and his matching cap.
"Actually, no, I had this laid out before we went to IHOP." He smirked.
"Talk about a coincidence…"
"I know, can we go?"
"Alright, let's go." I said, grabbing my denim jacket and my messenger bag. We got in the car and we rode to the arena. We got to the arena and were walking down the hall when I saw him standing at a vending machine…one of my idols and one of the only wrestlers I'd idolized since I was six; The Undertaker. I stopped in my tracks, and dad, who was slightly behind me, bumped right into me.
"Why'd you stop walking? We're meeting Dawn in Catering, remember?" he said, waving his hand past my face. I didn't even notice.
"It's…it's…him." I whispered, still staring.
"Mackie…hello, anyone home?" dad said, snapping his fingers in front of my face.
"It's him…I can't believe it's him!" I said, pointing slightly. Dad fallowed my finger then laughed.
"Hey Mark! Come here a minute!" he called still laughing.
"Hey there Cena, didn't know you'd be here tonight…you don't have anything scripted."
"I have to talk to Teddy Long…he has something planned on Thursday for me…I don't know what it is though. You don't have anything either…what's your story?"
"I had some things to talk to the writers about for Thursday."
"Mark, this is my baby girl McKenzie, a huge fan of yours." He laughed.
"A fan of mine, huh? Well, how are you McKenzie?" he smiled.
I just stared at him…I opened my mouth and I just squeaked. Dad laughed at me.
"Do you know who you are? You're him." I said…finally finding words.
"Well, "him" has a name. It's – "
"Mark Callaway, also known as The Undertaker. Can I have your Autograph?" I said, diving in my messenger bag and pulling out a notebook.
"Sure thing, Darlin'." Taker laughed, taking my notebook. My father was nearly on the floor laughing so hard.
"So tell me, how old are you?"
"Fourteen…I'll be fifteen in October."
"That's great….what are you going to do when you graduate?"
"I want to be a singer…but I know that isn't a real possibility, so I'd like to be some kind of Journalist."
"A Singer huh?"
"Yeah."
"So you like to sing?"
"Very much."
"So sing something." He said.
I froze. Me, sing something for him…I mean, how could I do that? He's Mark Callaway…I'm just Mackie Winters, a 14 year old Wrestling fanatic who likes to sing.
"Sing something?"
"Yeah. Mysterio already told me you have an amazing voice…I want to hear." He said, folding his arms across his chest. I looked up at dad…he had something to do with this, I knew it…his face was just too innocent looking.
"What do you want me to sing?"
"I don't know…what's your favorite song?"
"I don't really have one…I love a lot of different songs."
"Pick one…come on little lady, we don't have all day." He said, laughing.
"Alright…" I said. I started to sing "I Won't Say I'm In Love", from the Disney movie "Hercules". It was a short song…only about two and a half minutes long, so I sang the whole thing. When I finished, I looked back a Mark…he just looked at me.
"Little girl, you have an amazing voice…I'm impressed." He said, shaking my hand.
"Thank you, I appreciate that." I smiled. I turned to my dad and he just nodded.
"Mark, could she hang with you for a while…I have to go find Teddy." Dad said, winking at me.
"Sure thing man, come on McKenzie…"
"Okay, but Taker…."
"Call me Mark."
"Well Mark…"
"Yeah?"
"PLEASE don't call me McKenzie…I prefer Mackie." I smiled.
"Well alright Mackie…let's go introduce you to some wrestlers."
"Kay." I said, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. Dad kissed my forehead, and I left with Mark. We walked down a bunch of halls and we stopped at a locker room. Mark knocked and then went in before me. Once he was satisfied that no one was naked, he let me in.
"Guys, this here is McKenzie…but don't call her that…she prefers Mackie. She's Cena's girl." Mark said to the room.
"I thought John was dating Dawn Marie?" a voice said from in the shower.
"He is, you nitwit…this is his daughter. She's 14." Mark said.
"He has a 14 year old…that would put him at…15 when she was born." Paul London said, thinking hard.
"Then maybe he WAS 15 when she was born…genius." Chavo Guerrero said, waving at me.
"Mackie, these are the Cruiserweights, Paul London, Billy Kidman, Akio, Rey Mysterio, who you know, Funki, and Chavo Guerrero, the Cruiserweight champion."
"Hey guys." I waved.
"Hi Mackie, I'm Paul…welcome to the nut house we like to call Velocity!" he smirked.
"Good to be here. I hope you get a shot at that Cruiserweight title soon." I smiled.
Out of all the Cruiserweights, I really liked Paul London; he was a lot of fun to hang with, almost like a big brother type. Rey was sweet too. The funny thing was, I felt really small…in the CRUISERWEIGHT locker room…imagine how I'd feel in the Heavyweight locker room!
"Well, its show time….Have fun out there boys!" Mark laughed, guiding me out of the locker room. I looked around and I saw the Dudleys – all three of them. I was amazed and I waved to them. The smirked and waved back. Then we went over to the Heavyweight Locker Room. Once again, Mark knocked and made sure everyone was decent. Then he let me in.
"Oh My Gosh…" I whispered. "That's Booker T, Rene Dupree, and the Big Show…and Rob Van Dam? Hold on, I thought you were injured?" I said, looking at RVD.
"I am, I'm just visiting a couple of friends," he said, holding up a crutch.
"Boys, this is McKenzie…or Mackie, as she likes to be called. She's Cena's little girl."
"Wait a second…John Cena's a dad?" Booker said, starting to laugh. I gave him this look, and he stopped laughing. "Yeah, that's Cena's kid alright…he always gives that look. How are ya little lady?" he smiled.
"I'm fine," I said, taking off my hat and running my hand through my hair.
"Yep, Cena's kid alright…he does that every ten seconds…irritates the hell out of me." Show laughed.
"Sorry?" I said, putting my hat on.
"Don't be…habits die hard."
I laughed, and we started to talk.
"So Rey tells me that you're a singer?" Rob spoke up.
"WHAT, DID HE TELL EVERYONE?" I sighed.
"Yes." Everyone said at the same time.
"So sing something!" Show smiled.
"Sing Something?"
"Yeah. Mysterio already told us you have an amazing voice…I want to hear." He said, folding his arms across his chest. I felt like I'd had this conversation before.
"What do you want me to sing?"
"I don't know…what's your favorite song?"
"I don't really have one…I love a lot of different songs."
"Well pick one little girl."
I sighed and started to sing "Tomorrow" from the musical Annie. They all clapped when I finished, and I blushed.
"Okay, now that American Idol is over, could you guys sign this please?" I said, producing my notebook again. They all laughed and signed my book for me. I looked up at Mark and he smiled at me.
"Someone's star struck." He laughed.
"That's what dad said when I met Rey this morning…but it's true…my friends and I grew up idolizing you and HBK, then becoming fans of Randy and Rey and Jericho. I've watched Wrestling since I was 4 years old. Every time the WWE went to Chicago, me and my friends went to it. And now I'm here, standing in the Smackdown Heavyweight Locker Room. How can I NOT be?"
Mark just laughed. "Come on, let's go find your dad." He smirked. We walked out of the hall and we found my dad standing toe to toe with none other than JBL, looking like he was about to punch him in the face. I ran right up to him.
"Dad NO! Remember what Mr. Long said last week, don't hit him." I said, catching up to him.
"Mackie, go back with Mark, I'll be in the locker room in a few. He said, not taking his eyes off of him.
"DAD, NO. If I leave, you 're gonna clock him, and you and I both know that it'll hurt him in 14 days if you take that title from him more than any shot you take at him will." I said, stepping between them. Dad sighed and looked down at me.
"Too much like your mother, stubborn as hell, and absolutely right…I'll see you on Thursday homie," dad said, looking at JBL and walking away. I turned and looked up at JBL. He gave me this dirty look and walked away. I caught up with dad and sighed.
"Man I hate that guy, if this was Edmonton, we'd tag his car." I said, mainly to myself.
"You just gave me an idea baby girl…" dad said, smirking.
"What'd you have in mind?" I said, looking at him.
"Well, Thursday, I get to have a little debate with JBL…and if he touches me, I can touch him…so I figured, if I just piss him off enough…he'd hit me, and I could kick his ass!" he laughed.
"That's a pretty good idea… I mean if you want, I could –"
"JOHN!" a voice said. We turned around and Dawn was standing there smiling. Dad lit up and pulled her into a hug.
"Hey Baby, how was the trip?"
"Long. Those new Divas really piss me off…they think that just because they're new, that they can steal MY fans away and that they can RUN this locker room." She said, putting her head on my dad's shoulder. I felt really awkward standing there while she macked on my dad…I looked away.
"Dawn, this is my daughter McKenzie, or Mackie, Mack, this is Dawn Marie, my girlfriend." Dad said, putting an arm over my shoulders.
"Hi," I smiled.
"Oh John, she's so adorable…she has your smile, and ears." She said, smiling at dad. I groaned inwardly…I hate when people talk about me like I'm six.
"Dad, I have to go to the bathroom…where is it?" I asked, not really wanting to be around the two of them while Dawn tried to make out with my dad every three seconds.
"Could you show her babe? I have to go talk to someone about something…" he said. I had a feeling he was up to something.
"Okay, no problem." She said, smiling. She led me to the bathroom which was down the hall and around the corner.
"Thanks Dawn…" I said, smiling up at her.
"Yeah whatever, I don't know if you really are John's Daughter, or if you 're just here to be a pain in my ass, but stay out of my way."
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