Recap:

Alana has taken the first step of leaving her abusive husband, Chris Jericho, she removed her self and her daughter from the situation and they are in route to salvation in the for on Alana's best friend, Stephanie McMahon.

Disclaimer:

I own Alana and MayAnne. I also made up the name of Paul and Stephanie's kids.

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"They're here!" Stephanie ran out into her front yard to receive her guest. Alana immediately jumped out of the Navigator and hugged her best friend. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Alana responded, "I'm just a little tired." The last year of her relationship with Jericho had taken a physical toll on her. Her skin seemed dull, her smile looked old and her eyes had lost their fire.

"Momma! I'm in here!" MayAnne still sat in the back of the car in her seat.

"Sorry baby!" Alana unloaded the car seat and with Stephanie's help, they unloaded the back of the car. Together, the carried in the bags and sat in them in the foyer.

"You know where everything is right?" Stephanie gave her best friend a quick crash course through the house and ended the mini-tour in the living room.

"Mr. Mom!" Alana put MayAnne down and embraced Paul and the toddler he was holding. "Good morning Little Mr. Brandon." She kissed the three year and then turned to the play pen on the floor. "Hello Xavier!" After playing with the baby 'til he cooed, Lana joined the children's' mother in the kitchen.

"So…" Stephanie poured a cup of tea for Lana and herself and filled a mug of coffee for Paul who had just joined them.

"So…I'm out. The lawyer said that was the first step. He told me that Chris would be served by eight o' clock this morning and that hopefully, we'd be legally divorced buy the end of this week." Lana looked confident as she told Paul and Stephanie the game plan.

"What are you doing in the meanwhile?" Paul looked questioningly at Alana, whom he had known for a good five years.

"Well, I figured I go back to Montana and MayAnne and I could stay with my mom for a couple months and sell some real estate until I was back on my feet…" The entire time Alana was talking, Paul was shaking his head.

"Okay, I called some people and I have a preposition for you. I want you to be the first female wrestler in Evolution." Paul left is sentence at that.

"Well, what am I supposed to do with MayAnne?"

"MayAnne can go to Linda's for three weeks with the boys and then when Brandon comes to travel with us, MayAnne can come too…"

Alana was hesitant to accept the deal, but dreaded the thought of having to go back and hear her mom bitch about her decisions. "Okay…but what it I can't wrestle anymore?"

Stephanie came in the room with her infant in her arms, and it was obvious she had heard the end of Alana's conversation. "If anyone can make a comeback…'s you. You were the baddest women's wrestler to step foot in a WCW or a WWE ring."

Paul smiled and fueled the flame, "We can have a tune up match for you tonight and by the end of the month I promise you a shot at gold." That very second, Paul's phone rang.

"Hello? Yeah, she did…well she is. Yep. Tell them to come over to my place and we'll leave from here."

"I agreed?" Alana smiled and nodded. "That was Vince huh?" Paul nodded. "Well, I guess I'd better shower or something huh?"

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Lana stepped out of the shower and searched through the one bag of her clothes for something that didn't scream soccer mom. "I want to act like the twenty five year old I am.." Unable to find something definitively young, she settle on a neutral outfit. She drew out a black velour tracksuit and a red sparkly undershirt. After drawing her deep brown curls into a apathetic bun, she threw on some lip gloss for the first time in like months and left the bathroom.

"Wow Momma...you look pretty!" MayAnne wrapped herself around her mother's leg. "Momma, guess what?"

"What MayAnne?" Alana looked down on her little girl and played with her characteristically mixed kid hair. Maternally, she fixed it as her daughter told her her important news.

"Auntie Stephanie and Uncle Paul said I get to go visit Grandma Linda!" MayAnne giggled and she and her toddler attention span scurried of to play with her cousin.

Alana was relieved the little girl took it so well and rejoined the adults in the kitchen. Upon entering, Stephanie gave Lana a cat call. "Whoop whooo! You look hot!"

"Well, I try…" as she sat down, the door bell rang and seconds later Paul led the boys of evolution into the kitchen. Without a second's thought Alana ran over a tackle/hugged Ric Flair. "Flair!"

"Kid! How the hell are you?" Ric kissed the girl he had taken under his wing some six years ago on the forehead and then winked at MayAnne who had ron in the room and attached herself to his leg.

"I'm okay…" Lana backed out of the hug and gave Ric a 'we'll talk about it later' look. Next in line was Randy Orton.

"Hey Orton!" Alana gave him a hug, but MayAnne was more hesitant. "MayAnne, this is Orton…hold on. Randy, can you do that thing?"

Randy wrinkled his forehead, "What thing?" Alana stood behind MayAnne and did the pose Randy does at the top of the ropes. "Oh! Yeah…sure!" Orton did the pose and May's eyes lit up.

"You're the Legem Kilter! You do the RKO with deadly precision and you're a third generation superstar! I'm a second generation Diva in training you know! My momma used to wrestle!"

"You're adorable!" Randy picked up the little girl and grabbed Brandon, leading them both to the living room. "You guys wanna learn how to give a killer leg drop?"

The adults in the living room chuckled as Randy left and Dave entered. Instantly, he made eye contact with Alana. "Hey!" he seemed excited, but remained nonchalant.

"Hey Dave! How are you?" Alana made her way over to Dave and wrapped her arms over his huge shoulders.

"Momma, who is that?" MayAnne was holding Randy's hand and dragging him behind her as she re-entered the kitchen.

Straight away, Alana ended the hug awkwardly and turned back to Dave. "Come over him and ask him!" MayAnne did as she was told and cautiously approached the big man.

"Hi, I'm MayAnne Christine Jericho. What's you name?" She extended her tiny hand and waited for Dave to introduce himself.

"I'm Dave Bautista, your momma's friend."

Again, May lit up. "You're Batista! Wow…. Can I call you Davey?"

Dave smiled and put the little girl on his hip, "Kid, you can call me anything but late for lunch."

May giggled again, "Davey, you're funny!" She pecked him on his cheek and enjoyed the ride to the living room.