It was Saturday, April 2. We were finally in LA. Dad had a lot of promotional junk to do, so we didn't see him much. We mainly stayed in the hotel and swam in the pool Saturday. We were sitting out by the pool: Me, James Greg, Court, Paul and London and we were talking about random nonsense.

"Okay, make your predictions now!" London said suddenly.

"What do you mean?" Court said, looking confused.

"For Mania…each match. For each correct prediction, you get five bucks."

"Alright, we can do this…." James said.

"First match…HHH and Batista." London said, writing in a notebook he'd gotten from somewhere.

"H. He's gonna cheat some how…." James said.

"Batista's gonna kick his ass!" I smiled.

"Batista." Paul said.

"I gotta agree with James. H is gonna cheat somehow…" Greg said.

"Batista's too smart for that." Court said.

"Next match…HBK and Angle."

"HBK!" we all said at the same time.

"Alright…Orton and Taker."

"Taker." I said instantly.

"Oh, what about all that 'I believe in you Randy' that you were telling him Thursday?" Court smirked.

"Dude, I said I believed in him, not that he would win." I said, looking around.

"My money's on Orton…he's on a roll." Greg said.

"Orton." Paul.

"Taker." Court and James said.

"Eddie and Mysterio."

"OOH….that's a tough one…but I'm gonna say Eddie."

"Mack…I'm not agreeing with you for once. Rey." Courtney said

"Lying Cheating and Stealing….Eddie all the way." James said.

"Rey" Paul and Greg said.

"Money in the Bank Match."

"Jericho!" Court said.

"Kane." James said.

"Benjamin" I responded.

"Benoit" Paul said

"I really don't care, as long as it isn't Edge." Greg muttered.

"Trish and Christy."

"Trish. I'm sorry but as much as I love Christy, she's not going to beat Trish." I said.

"I agree." James and Court said.

"Nope, she was trained by Lita!" Paul said.

"Christy."

"I don't even know why I'm gonna ask this…but Cena and JBL"

"What do you think?" We all said.

"Hey baby girl!" a voice called.

"Hi daddy." I said.

"It's five thirty…the induction starts at eight." He said.

"SHIT!" I screamed, jumping out of the pool chair. "Court…we only have two and a half hours!"

"SHIT!" she screamed.

"LANGUAGE!" Dad yelled.

"SORRY" We called, running through the hotel. We got to the hotel room we were sharing to with the boys and picked out our clothes.

"You shower and wash your hair, I'll iron our clothes." Court said.

"Okay," I said. I took my underclothes and stuff in the bathroom. I showered and washed my hair. When I came out, Court went in. We were both standing there in robes with dripping hair, so I got an idea.

I called Jackie, who after the whole thing with Dawn had become a big sister to me. She came over and did mine and Courtney's hair and makeup. She used all neutral colors on us, but we looked way grown up. My hair was down and wavy. I had silver barrettes keeping my hair out of my face. I had on the silver earrings James had given me for my birthday along with my locket. My outfit was a black halter top that had a huge white collar reminiscent of the John Travolta collar in Saturday Night Fever. I had on tight, very tight black jeans and Courtney's black boots. They were very classy looking with a pointed toe and a two inch heel.

Courtney was wearing a black strapless dress with pink embroidery that stopped right below her knees. She was wearing a small pink button up sweater whose sleeves stopped at her elbows. She was wearing pink sling back shoes that had black stitching in them. Her hair was in a French bun with ringlets around her face, and she was wearing the same pair of ear rings I was, James bought us the same pair. She was also wearing a necklace that Paul had given her last Christmas.

"You two look AWESOME!" Jackie smiled. She was wearing a blue button down shirt that had the first three buttons open along with a black skirt that went to the floor but had a slit on the right side that exposed the entire leg. Her hair was down and completely curled and her make up was amazing. I put my phone on the clip and slid some money in my back pocket. We got in the elevator and went down to the lobby.

My dad was standing there talking to Dave Batista. Dave was looking really good in a tan suit and a burgundy shirt underneath. Dad was wearing a denim outfit, but the collar and sleeves were Gucci material. He had on a new chain. It was Awesome. It was the Chain Gang logo: a C and G intertwined.

"Jackie, Jackie, Jackie…looking good!" dad laughed.

"Thanks John…where's my Charlie?"

"Pulling the car around."

They started talking about one thing or the other, I don't know, I wasn't paying attention, and someone tapped me on my shoulder. I turned around to see none other than Randy Orton standing there with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah?" I said.

"Hey, I've never seen you around here before."

"That's because I've never been around here before." I said, kind of confused…didn't he recognize me?

"Well, my name's Randy. Randy Orton. And you are?"

"Emily." I said, deciding to play with his head.

"Well, Emily, are you new with the WWE?"

"You could say that."

"Well, I'm inducting my father in the WWE Hall of Fame tonight. Would you like to be my date?" he said, looking at me sheepishly.

"Sorry, but that would be illegal." I smirked.

"And why is this?" he said, confused.

"You're like, 11 years older than me dude! Happy belated birthday by the way Randy." I laughed.

"M...Mackie?" he said, looking hard.

"Duh? I mean come on Randy…you don't recognize your favorite girl?" I said, pinching his cheeks.

"No way…I mean, you look so much older…"

"Thanks to the magic of make up. Jackie did my hair and makeup. That's Court right there!" I pointed. Mark Jindrack was over there trying to get her number.

"Mark, she's illegal!" he called to Jindrack "Dude, you look great." He said, smiling at me.

"Thank you. You're not so bad yourself…"

"I know…."

"Very funny Orton. Now let's go mess with my dad…he hasn't seen me yet."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Pretend to try and pick me up…and I'll do the rest."

"You're a bad little girl…"

"I get it from my dad, don't blame me…its genetic!" I laughed. I walked over and stood by the door, about three feet from my dad. Randy walked over and looked at me suggestively.

"Hey." He said.

"What's up yourself?"

"You new here?"

"Yeah, I started three days ago."

"So what's your name?"

"Emily. Randy Orton, right?"

"You know your superstars."

"Youngest ever Heavyweight Champ…how can I not know?"

"So, can I escort you to the Hall of Fame induction?" he said, offering his arm.

"Sorry, but I already have a date."

"Who?"

"Him." I said, pointing to my dad, who froze.

"Who me? I already have a date." He said, scratching his head.

"I know…it's me!" I said, pointing at the locket I was wearing.

"Mack?"

"Duh?"

"You look so grown up!" he said, eyeing me.

"That's what Randy said when he hit on me five minutes ago." I laughed.

"You hit on her?" dad said looking at him.

"I didn't know who she was! She looks at least 19 or 20 right now."

"I know…I don't know if I like that…"

"DAD! Jackie took a lot of time to do my hair!" I complained.

"Alright, but just this once. All of the guys are gonna be jealous…I have the most beautiful date to the Induction!" he smirked.

"You think so?" I said, looking up at him.

"I know so." He smiled, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. "You're beautiful…just like my Bella."

"Thanks Daddy."

"Why you're most welcome. Shall we darling?" he said sounding really snooty, offering me his arm.

"We shall." I said in a posh voice. We walk out to see the guys already at the car. James Paul and Greg are all in black slacks with different color button downs. James in Blue, Paul in Burgundy, and Greg in Green that really looked great on them.

"Looking good there Mackie!" Paul and Greg said at the same time.

"My sweet pea's looking like a grown up!" James teased.

"Leave me alone meanie!" I laughed.

We got in the car and drove to the Universal Amphitheater and got out of the car. Dad helped me out of the car and held out his arm to me. I took it and we walked in the building, the gang right behind us. We took pictures for a bunch of different magazines. We were inside about three minutes when dad took me up to the Chairman of the Board and the CEO of the WWE.

"Mr. McMahon, good to see you again," dad said, holding his free hand out. Mr. McMahon shook it and then looked at me.

"Vince, son, just Vince."

"I'm sorry about that Vince. Linda, a pleasure" he smiled. 'Wow, my old man can really turn on the charm when he wants to…' I thought, laughing to my self.

"So John, who's your date?"

"Vince, Linda, this is my daughter, McKenzie. She's 14 years old."

"Good to meet you Mr. and Mrs. McMahon. I've been a fan for as long as I can remember." I said, looking at the two of them.

"She's a doll John." Linda said.

"That's my little Bella." He said, smiling. I was looking around while they talked about something…I think his album, when I saw the Immortal.

He had on a really nice tuxedo, but he was still wearing his Hulkamania bandana. He was standing there talking to Roddy Piper. I was staring at the two of them talking and I wasn't even paying attention to dad talking.

"Are you exited to watch your dad go for the WWE Title?" Mr. McMahon asked. I wasn't even paying attention, I was still staring.

"McKenzie?"

"I'm sorry Vince, when I told you she was a fan, I meant it…MACK!" he said, plucking my shoulder.

"OW!" I said, looking at him. "WHAT?"

"Vince asked you a question?" he said, smirking at me.

"Oh, I'm sorry…I zoned out." I blushed

"It's alright. I was asking if you were excited about watching your dad go for the title."

"Definitely. I can't wait. It's was going to be my first live Mania."

"That's good. I saw you looking around, why don't you go on and do some exploring."

"Alright sir."

"Keep your phone on."

"Yeah dad." I said, walking off. I'd found the gang hanging with Randy and Cowboy Bob and I walked up to them.

"Guys, I saw him." I said.

"You did?" James said, knowing exactly who I was talking about.

"Yeah, Dad took me over to meet Vinnie-Mac and Linda McMahon, and I saw him talking to Hot Rod."

"What did you do?" Greg said.

"What could I do? I froze!"

"Let's go find him…"

"Paul, are you nuts?" I said, looking at him.

"Dumb question to ask…" James said.

"I'm serious, let's go find the Immortal."

We all looked at each other.

"Alright."

We left Randy and Bob and walked around for a while. We said hi to Big Paul, and London started to tag along with us. We met Jimmy Heart and the Iron Sheik as well as Mr. Wonderful. Then over by the wall talking to Ric Flair was Hot Rod. We all looked at each other and just nodded.

"Excuse me, Mr. Piper, Mr. Flair, I don't mean to interrupt, but I just had to come over and introduce myself. My name is McKenzie Winters. I'm quite possibly the youngest person you'll ever meet that considers themselves a WWE expert. I'm a huge fan." I said really fast.

"Well, exactly how old are you Ms. Winters?" Flair said, smiling at me.

"Well, I'll be 15 on Halloween." I said, looking down.

"You're only 14?" Piper said, looking amazed.

"Yeah, but I'm still a huge fan of both of you guys, we all are." I said, motioning to the group behind me.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet such a young group of fans. Are you all going to Mania tomorrow?" Flair said, looking down at us.

"Yes sir, it's our first live Mania."

"And what predictions have you made, being such a wrestling expert?" he said, looking at me.

"Well, I have to say, that as awesome champs as they've been, we'll have two new champs come Monday morning."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, Batista's on a roll…and he's smarter than most people give him credit. He's been watching H at ringside for almost a year, possibly longer, and knows his habits." I said.

"She IS an expert!" Piper laughed. "What about JBL and Cena?"

"Well, Cena's pissed beyond belief, I mean between getting arrested on live TV, and then having JBL bad mouth him and the fans, and blowing up the spinner belt…he's got a lot of frustrations to take out, and he's more determined to get it because it would be the ultimate way to hurt JBL."

"Any thing else to add?" Flair said amused.

"Yeah, and I know he'll win because I have all the faith in the world in him…he's my dad."

They both looked at me shocked.

"That guy's a dad?"

"Yep, I look more like my mom."

"Well Ms. Winters, I have to say, you are a special little girl…a very special little girl indeed. I'll see you tomorrow at Mania." Flair said, smiling at me. I waved and we walked away.

"I can't believe we just had a conversation with Hot Rod and the Nature Boy!" I said really loud. I guess they must have heard me because they started to laugh.

So, you think you're untouchable?

"Hey dad, you'll never believe who I just talked to!" I said into the phone.

"Who?"

"Hot Rod and the Nature Boy!"

"Really? That's great. I have a couple people with me right now that I want you to meet, so come back to where you left me… and hurry your little ass up."

"Yeah, I see you right now." I said, coming up behind him and poking him in his back.

"Very funny little girl," he said as he turned around.

"I thought so."

"Ha, Ha. Mack, I want you to meet a few friends of mine. Guys, this is my little girl Mackie." I looked up and I was floored. Standing there was Shane McMahon, Stone Cold Steve Austin, Shawn Michaels, and Hulk Hogan. I just stood there.

"Dad, that's Shane-o-Mac, The Rattlesnake, HBK, and The Immortal standing right in front of me." I said, still staring.

"Well, it's good to meet you too!" Michaels laughed.

"I'm a huge fan…of all of you." I said, looking at the four men standing around me. Just then my cell rang. "She will be loved."

"Shane, I'm standing in front of the Immortal, HBK, the Rattlesnake, and Shane McMahon right now…I'll call you back." Was all I said.

"Really?"

"Yeah…."

"Call me later."

"Alright."

I hung up the phone and looked back up. They were all about to burst out laughing.

"What?"

"Little girl, you are about the funniest person I've ever met. You seem completely comfortable around us, but you're as quiet as a new born lamb." Austin said.

"I don't know what to say! I mean, you all are like, Superstars, and I'm like, nobody."

"What do you mean you're nobody?" Hogan said.

"I mean, that you're HULK HOGAN, and I'm just 14 year old McKenzie Winters, a singer with a wrestling fetish."

"Singer? Let's hear it." Hogan said.

"Oh man, I shouldn't have said that." I groaned.

"Now come on Darlin', don't be shy!" Michaels said.

"Come on, sang us a little ditty." Austin said.

"Let's hear it. Please?" Shane said.

So I sang the first song that came to my head, which happened to be "You Were Always on My Mind" originally by Woody Nelson, but remade by Fantasia. I started to sing and went into a whole other world. I just sang, and when I was done, the whole room was clapping. I turned bright red and hid behind my dad.

"Why are you hiding? That was beautiful!" Michaels said.

"Where'd a little thing like you get a big old beautiful voice like that?" Hogan said, smiling.

"That was amazing," a voice said from behind me. I turned around to face none other than Amy "Lita" Dumas. I stared at her.

"You're Amy Dumas…you're Lita!" I said.

"Yeah, so I've been told. You're the little girl I saw with Orton earlier at the hotel. I asked him about you, and he told me that you were my biggest fan? I decided to come and meet you."

"Girl, you're EVERYONE'S biggest fan!" HBK smirked.

"I know." I said, smiling. "I've been a fan of yours for as long as I can remember…you, and the Hardy Boys…I loved it. I'm a fan for life." I smiled.

"Thank you. John, she's a doll." Amy said.

"She really is," Hogan said. "Life long fans…aren't too many of them in this world…and your daughter is one of them."

"Hell Yeah" Austin said. I just looked at him and laughed.

"What?" I just laughed again. Dad caught on and started laughing too.

"What?"

"You're doing your catchphrases and not even noticing!" I said.

"Oh. Oh man, it's time to go!" Austin said. We walked to our seats, and watched the Ceremony. I think I clapped that hardest when Hogan was up there. I started a chant and it caught on pretty quick.

"ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH!"

Hogan gave his speech and the ceremony was over. We got ready to go, and as we were going, a lot of people came up to give me compliments on my singing, and to wish dad luck tomorrow. Dad went to get the car, and I waited with the gang.

"That was AWESOME! I Actually met the Immortal! I can die a happy person." I giggled.

"What superstars are you guaranteeing to go into the hall of fame Ms. Winters?" James said, picking up a stick and using it as a microphone.

"Well, I have to automatically say Shawn Michaels and The Undertaker. Also, HHH, as much of a dickhead as he is, he's an amazing competitor. Ric Flair, and also Eddie Guerrero. If he continues going on the way he is John Cena with out a doubt, also Randy Orton and the Rock. Stone Cold Steve Austin will be the first Redneck to be in the Hall of Fame, not counting Jimmy Heart!" I said, playing along. "The first females to be inducted will without a doubt be the Fabulous Moolah, and Mae Young. Also to be inducted, Amy "Lita" Dumas, because she is just awesome, and oh, the Hardy Boyz Revolutionized Tag Teams. Bret and Owen Heart will be inducted within the next two years, I can guarantee that, Oh and…"

"The Wrestling God him self, John Bradshaw Layfield" a voice said. We turned around to face none other than JBL and his Cabinet. I rolled my eyes and then put on a false smile.

"Oh god, you again? Didn't you learn the first time: screw with South Chicago and something bad happen to your whip." I said, making the gang laugh.

"So it WAS you!"

"SO it WAS you!" I mocked him. "Duh it was me! You insulted my mother. No one talks about my mother. NO ONE. And tomorrow night…my dad's gonna show you why. Because while Dad's putting dents in you, we'll be putting dents in your car! What Batista did will look presentable compared to what we could do." The gang nodded, laughing.

"Little girl, if you touch my limousine, so help me god I will-"

"You'll what?" I said, smirking. "you'll hit me? You'll send your precious cabinet after my dad? Go ahead, cause no matter what, the little punk kids from South Chicago WILL have the last laugh…I can guarantee that almost as good as I can guarantee this is your last night as WWE Champ." I noticed dad pull up and I walked right through the Cabinet. I knew they wouldn't do anything…dad was right there if they did anyway.

"What was that about?" he said, as I got in the car.

"Just raising a little hell…nothing major." I said, smiling.

"Anything that will get you arrested?"

"Not unless threatening to outdo Batista in the event known as Limo busting is a crime."

"You didn't!"

"I just threatened, I never touched his car…tonight anyway. But it was just payback for talking about mama!"

"I have no problems with it then…and I'm gonna personally show him why we don't talk about my Bella."

"Good, cause I kinda told him that too…"

"You're just too much!"

"It's genetic."

We drove back to the hotel and got ready to sleep, we had a big day ahead of us.

I landed in the LAX and checked in the hotel. I got a good nights sleep…I had a big day ahead of me…I was gonna get to see my little butterfly again.