A/N: OH MY GOSH! I WENT TO MY FIRST LIVE EVENT YESTERDAY…RAW WAS IN PITTSBURGH! I BOUGHT MY FIRST PIECE OF MERCH YESTERDAY….A CHAINGANG VISOR! IT WAS THE AWESOMEST! I MET JOHN CENA…AND LILIAN GARCIA! AND I MET MATT HARDY! IT WAS THE GREATEST EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE!

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"DAD! Will you sit still and let them put the stitches in? It's only 5 stitches!" I said, trying not to laugh at him. I was sitting in the trainer's office with him while they put the stitches in his head from the camera shot Jericho had given him. He was trying to get up and pace the office. I grabbed his hand and made him look at me. I think I was right when I asked him if he was scared of needles. (Second or third chappy…can't remember which.) I think he is though. I grabbed his hand and he sat still and let them finish.

"Dad…listen to me closely…" I said slowly…trying to get him to pay attention. "Next week, we're in Pittsburgh…and we know that it'll be what? Two weeks to Summerslam then? We can get him next week…chill out, we're gonna get him back."

"We?"

"Come on, you mess with my dad, you mess with me…end of story."

"But I don't want you involved…you remember what happened last time you jumped in a fight? I got arrested for vandalizing!" he laughed.

"Come on dad, why WOULDN'T you let me help? It wasn't bad enough that they kicked you in the happy place…twice…they had to hit you with a camera…slingshot you into the bottom rope, and then put you in a submission while the GM…your boss hits you in the face? No way…I'm probably more pissed than you are because I couldn't run out and kick Bischoff in the balls…even though while they were helping you backstage…I kinda did."

"That why he's running around like a chicken with his head cut off?"

"Maybe…or they guys could be playing without me; very loudly…you never know."

He laughed and the trainer told him he was finished, but he'd have a hell of a headache for the next few days. I helped dad walk back to the locker room while the superstars that hadn't left yet smiled and winked at me. I felt some of dad's weight lift off of my shoulders, and looked to see Shelton Benjamin walking there, helping dad too.

"Hey…you're Mackie, right?" he said, smiling. I nearly fainted. Have I mentioned that he pretty much took over Uncle Randy's Spot as my obsession once he became Uncle Randy? God he looked good.

"Yeah, that's me…no need to ask who you are." I smiled as we reached my dad's locker room. I kicked the door and Shania opened the door. She looked kinda upset…probably because her idol beat the hell out of my dad.

"Hey, how is he?"

"A little out of it, but he's alright." I said as dad sat down and slid a black t-shirt on.

"Mack, hand me the aspirin out of my bag." Dad said, pointing to his bag across the room. I got the aspirin and handed it to him.

"Thanks for helping me out Shelton." I said, flashing him a small smile.

"No problem, me and your dad go back…he's a good friend of mine. Is he gonna be alright to drive? Cause he was giving me a lift to the hotel anyway…I could drive."

"Dad?"

"Let him drive…I'm gonna crash."

"Trainer said you can't go to sleep for about four hours dad…don't worry…we'll keep you up." I grinned.

Dad groaned and Chris grabbed dad's bag. I picked up Chris's amp and my messenger bag, and we all grabbed some equipment. Dad and Shelton went to get the car, and we waited by the arena doors.

A black convertible pulled up in front of us, and Lance immediately said it was a Chrysler 300, like any of us cared; he was a car buff. The driver is who interested us. It was none other than Eric Bischoff.

Shane grabbed my by my arm to keep me from jumping on him. I kept my cool, but I wasn't the person who spoke first…Chris was.

"What's up, Frosty Top?"

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

"Well, see, the thing is…" Shane started.

"You're an ASSHOLE!" I yelled, cutting him off.

"What are you talking about?"

"What you did out there…I can't believe…I hate you so much…what I did to JBL will be a walk in the park compared to what I do to you!" I growled. Shane grabbed me by me shoulders and dragged me towards the car.

I got loose.

I was about three feet from Bischoff when someone grabbed me around my waist and dragged me to the car. They were too strong for me to get loose.

"Let me go, I'll kill him…no one did what he did to my dad and gets away with it…" I growled.

"Has anyone told you you're about as hot headed as your dad?"

I looked up…Shelton Benjamin was laughing down at me.

"Why'd you grab me? I was about to give him a piece of my mind…"

"And of your fist. I could tell. You're Cena's kid if I never seen one. You're loud, quick tempered, hard-headed, and down right stubborn. Now like you said earlier…you'll get him next week, right?"

"Right…" I sighed, knowing he was right.

"And for the record…if it weren't for the fact that I'd get fired if I did…I would have helped you beat Bitch-off's ass instead of pulling you away…he disrespected me too."

"I could have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you!" I groaned.

"Get over it…now, I'm going to get in the front seat and drive to the hotel now…can I trust you not to get out of the car and beat the hell out of my boss?"

"Yeah…even though I really want to."

The ride to the hotel was rather uneventful…aside from us poking my dad in the back of the head each time he fell asleep. WE had to keep him awake for about two more hours…and that wasn't gonna be easy. When we got to The Hotel, Shelton helped us get dad up to the room, and then he went to his own room. We listened to the radio and played video games with my dad until 2:30…then we let him fall asleep. We each found a spot to crash…Me with my dad on one bed, Shania and Sam on the other bed, Chris and Shane each on a couch, and Lance on the floor. We were out like a light in 5 minutes.

JOHN'S POV

I woke up to my head ringing…and the phone ringing too. I reached over Mack and answered the phone.

"Yeah?"

"7:30 Wake-up call."

"Yeah, thanks." I hung up the phone and dived back under the covers. I could hear the kids moving around and starting to wake up.

"Man, I'm still kinda tired…" Lance said.

"Me too…Shane…wake up man." Chris grumbled.

"Let me Sleep." He said…his voice was muffled. I guess his head was still in his pillow.

"Get up man." I heard a thump and realized that Chris had pulled Shane right off of the couch and he hit the floor…hard.

"Fuck man…that hurt!" Shane said. I heard a smack and a yelp from Chris.

"Now, how do we wake the girls up?" he asked.

"To each his own?" Lance asked. I guess they agreed because each guy went to a girl and woke them up. I sat up, because I realized that if they were up…they weren't gonna be quiet and let me sleep. I grabbed my bag and went into the bathroom to shower.

I looked in the mirror at my head…Jericho got me good with that camera...good enough to get me some stitches…I touched at the stitches in my head gingerly…I guess I'm wearing a hat today.

I took a quick shower, making sure not to get my head wet, and got dressed in a pair of Shorts, a LeBron James jersey, and a matching hat. I slid my feet in some white Jordan's and came out of the bathroom to see Mack and Shane wrestling on the floor. Mack was winning from where I was standing. I noticed that her side of the bed was wet…and so was her head.

"Kick his ass Mackie!" Lance laughed as she whacked him with a pillow.

"That'll teach you to pour water on me!" she said, hitting him again. I walked over and grabbed her around her waist and pulled her off of him.

"Man, this is the second time in a stretch of 12 hours someone's grabbed me like this." She complained.

"Who were you going after last night?"

'The Bisch…" Chris said, laughing at the memory

"Mack, you went after my boss?"

"Well, I was still kinda mad, and he just pulled up in front of us and he was so close and I would have punched him in the face if Shelton hadn't grabbed me." She pouted.

"Remind me to thank Shelton for saving my job." I said to Lance. "Mack…you gotta learn to control your temper…I can't risk losing my job cause my daughter kicked my boss's ass. Promise me…you won't try and kill my boss? OR Jericho…I know he's an asshole, but you can't try to beat up everyone who pisses you off…I had to learn that the hard way…and even though I'm gonna get them back, I can't have you doing it too…remember he can still fire me, alright?"

"I will…I'll calm down…but dad – "

"No 'but dad's' Mack, I don't wanna have to send you home…just listen to me this time?"

"Fine…I promise I won't try to kill Cheepicho, or Frosty Top." She said.

"Thank you…now, shower's free…then we'll get some food."

About an hour later, I was sitting in the truck listening to them argue about Smackdown happenings.

"I'm telling you...Eddie's still gonna spill…"

"No he won't! Come on, he promised his wife Mack…you don't lie to your old lady…"

"Chris…she's right."

"Thank you Nia! He's gonna tell, cause he's on this whole asshole trip right now!"

"MACK!"

"Sorry dad, but he is!"

"Language man, don't cuss." I sighed.

"ANYWAY, I think Eddie's gonna tell, end of story. ANYWAY, The Mexicools are so…well, cool. They're great comic relief, even though they ambushed Paulie…who hasn't called me in three days…which is weird. ANYWAY. I love Psychosis! He's funny."

"They're dumb!'

"They're Hilarious Sam! How could you not love them?" Mack laughed.

"After what they did to Scotty 2 Hottie, I can."

"Good point…"

"I'm loving Batista right now…he's doing big things…all by himself, without Evolution or anyone." Lance said.

"Yeah, you gotta love Batista…he's one of the few wrestlers I haven't met yet." Mack said as we pulled into Denny's. We got a table and their conversation continued.

"Well, my favorite moment of last week was Uncle Randy returning…that put me in a great mood!" Mack said smiling.

"You know, Ran didn't even tell me he was cleared." I said thoughtfully.

"I think it's great he's back…but why is he still going after Taker? Didn't he learn at Mania?" Shania said, sipping her orange juice.

MACK'S POV

"Some people fight for what they want and believe in…kind of like other superstars in the business…" I said, looking over and seeing Matt Hardy sitting in the corner of the restaurant talking to someone. Who ever he was talking to was wearing a baseball cap, so you couldn't see their hair. They took off the hat, and my jaw dropped.

He was talking to Jeff Hardy.

The bit of egg that was in my mouth fell out and everyone at the table laughed.

"You're supposed to chew…then swallow." Chris said, waving his hand over my face. I kept looking over his shoulder at Jeff, mouth open. Everyone looked over to where I was staring surprised.

"OH MY GOSH!" Sammie screeched. We laughed at her and rolled our eyes at her.

"What? It's Jeff…he's my favorite!" she shrugged.

"But don't be so loud about it!" I laughed.

"Yeah, but…it's Jeff Hardy!" she hissed. We laughed and I looked back over at the table. I locked eyes with Jeff. He smiled, and I returned the gesture. He motioned towards me to Matt, who turned and smiled as well.

"Guys, Jeff Hardy just smiled at me!" I squealed.

"So much for not being loud about it…" dad said. I threw a biscuit at him.

"Direct hit." Chris smirked. We slapped hands across the table.

"Hey Matt, care to join us?" Dad said suddenly. Me, Nia and Sam exchanged looks.

The Hardy Boyz…eating breakfast with us...oh my gosh Calm down Mack…you've met plenty of superstars…why should this be any different? I thought to myself.

It's different because this is you all time favorite tag team sitting three feet away from you!

I realized that I was about to start an argument with myself and stopped thinking.

"Welcome back Matt…hell of a speech…" he said laughing.

"Thanks man…how are ya?" Matt said, shaking hands with my dad.

"I'm alright...not counting the 5 stitches I got in my head." He said, fingering the stitches. I reached over and smacked his hand.

"Stop touching them!"

"Sorry Mack. Guys, my daughter Mackie…her friends Shane, Chris, Lance, Sammie, and Shania. Guys…do I even need to say anything?" dad said, laughing.

"Ah, the famous Mackie Winters…glad to finally meet you." Jeff said, smiling.

"You know who I am?" I said amazed.

"You'd be surprised…I do still watch WWE…and I saw your Amber Alert…and I saw you performing with your dad last week…I asked a friend of mine to tell me a little more about you…you might know him…Shane Helms?" he said.

"THE HURRICANE? He's so sweet…he always come and watches us when we rehearse…he's a cool guy." Sammie said, shrieking.

"Sam! Cool out." I said, laughing.

"Yeah, Shane-o told us about your band…he said you guys are pretty good…better than pretty good, he said you guys are awesome…maybe we could hear you guys play sometime?"

"You're joking!" Chris said, speaking for the first time.

"Nope, I really wanna hear you guys play…who does what exactly?"

"Well, I'm on Drums, Shaney over there is on guitar, and Chris is bass…Mack is vocals." Lance said.

"How long've you been playing?" Matt asked.

"I play three different instruments...acoustic guitar, electric guitar and I can play piano…all together…I've been playing for about 10 years…my dad gave me my first acoustic when I was 6…my mom made me learn piano." Shane said.

"I've been drumming since I was 11…so about 4 years." Lance said.

"I've been playing bass for about 3 years." Chris said.

"I just like to sing…no other way to explain it." I shrugged.

"You write your own songs?"

"Yeah…I mainly write them, but Chris helped on a few, and Shane wrote one that he won't let me see." I said, throwing my boyfriend a look.

'It's not done yet." He shrugged.

"ANYWAY…whey would you like to hear us play?"

"What about next Monday? When to you practice?"

"Before they open the doors for RAW…usually around 3 or 4 when Mr. C first gets there…he goes and stretches and warms up, and we go down to the ring, and practice there." Shania said.

"That sounds like a plan…I was going to hang out with Mattie for a couple of weeks until TNA starts taping again anyway…" Jeff smiled.

"Cool…we're playing a private concert for the Hardy Boyz!" I screeched. "I gotta tell Paul." I said, diving for my cell phone.

"Yo!"

"Paulie…you'll never guess who me and the guys are playing for next Monday!" I said.

"Hold on, let me put you on speaker phone…say hey guys." He said

"MACK-DOG!"

"Hey guys…" I smiled. "Hold on…let me put you on speaker phone…I'm eating."

"So what's the big news?" James's voice said, coming out of the phone.

"Well…I'm sitting at a breakfast table with…"

"WITH WHO?" Courtney's voice rang out.

"The Hardyz."

"NO FUCKIN WAY!"

"Paul! You're on speaker phone! Shut up!" I said, laughing. I could feel Jeff's eyes on me laughing.

"Sorry Mackie girl…but it's the Hardyz! I dressed up as Jeff for Halloween, remember?"

"Duh…I was there dressed as my dad! But yeah…me and the guys are playing for them next Monday."

"Your lying…I don't believe you." Greg said.

"Will one of you say something?" I said, nodding toward my phone.

"Uh, Mackie's telling the truth." Jeff said.

"Who is this?" Paul said.

"Jeff Hardy."

"No it's not."

"Dude, yes it is!" I said, laughing.

"It is?"

"Yes…Paul when have I ever lied to you? Never mind, that was a dumb question."

"Exactly." He said.

"But it is Jeff."

"Put it on a snare."

"I'll put it on a snare."

"Put it on your life."

"I'll put it on my life."

"Put it on…Shane's life." James said suddenly.

"JAMES!"

"Come on, put it on your lover boy's life."

"Fine! I'll put it on Shane's life."

"He's there." James said.

"You guys really doubted me that much?"

"Yeah." They all said.

"I salute all of you…with one finger." I laughed.

"Anyway…Tell Matt welcome back and I spilled half of my bottle of Pepsi on my shirt when he came out of the Limo." Greg

"Thanks…glad to know you were exited." Matt said laughing.

"Kick Edge's ass…he's been a little whiney prick since Taboo Tuesday.

"Will do." He laughed.

"Jeff…is you coming back to the WWE?" Paul asked, hopefully.

"Nope, just visiting some old friends…"

"Oh, we miss you man…"

"Thanks…but you can watch me on TNA…"

"I do, trust me…that ring is awesome. It looks like a lot of fun."

"It is…" Jeff laughed.

"Look, we're going swimming, talk to you later?" Court said.

"Definitely."

"And Mack?"

"Yeah James?"

"Tell your dad to kick Cheepy's ass at Summerslam."

"Will do James." My dad said, laughing.

"See you big bro."

"Love ya Sweet Pea." He said before hanging up.

"I hate them sometimes," I laughed.

"No you don't." Jeff said matter of factly.

"I know…they're crazy."

"They made you swear on Shane though…"

"Am I really that big of a liar?" I said, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah."

"Come on guys, name one time I lied to you!"

"When you told me you had the answers to the History Test so I didn't have to study." Chris said.

"That was different, that was payback for you locking me in the supply closed during French." I said.

"What about the time you said you knew the results for Judgment Day and placed bets on it? You hustled us and half the student body." Nia said, laughing at the memory.

"Father's Day was coming up and I needed the money." I shrugged.

"That's how you got that outfit and concert tickets." Dad exclaimed. Matt and Jeff laughed.

"You're a character. You have to be smart as hell…" Jeff said.

"You are a female Jeff…its scary! Have you ever done anything really stupid?" Matt asked.

"Well, one time, I tagged JBL's limo with permanent marker, another time, I egged my next door neighbor's house and got an overnight in Juvie, uh, once I did jump off of my big brother James's garage roof into his pool…but I got paid $25 bucks…I was 10 so that was a lot of money to me." I laughed at the memory…my mom had been so pissed at me that day.

"Jeff jumped off of our roof for free…he's crazy.' Matt said looking at his brother, who just shrugged and went back to his sausage and biscuits.

"Leave Jeff alone…he's not crazy, he's perfectly normal by my standards!" I joked.

"That tells you something…" My dad said. I threw another biscuit at him. It hit him in the side of the head. Jeff looked at me and smirked.

"Direct Hit."

I looked at Chris and laughed.

"Yeah, you could say Jeff is one of us…I don't mind, he's awesome!"

We went back to our breakfast in good spirits, talking about what was going to happen next week, namely, dad's video premiere.