Title: Questionable Sanity

Author: Mel

Summary: Read chapter one.

Disclaimer: I only own Keeley, Krista, Taylor and now Tyler. Everything else belongs to WWE.

Pairings: Re read first chapter.

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Chapter Four

Randy, Taylor and Krista were making their way through the backstage area of the Raw/Smackdown! Super show in St. Louis, MI. They had lost John and Keeley, had a run in with Matt Hardy and were now entering the diva's locker room, which was more crowded and louder than usual as the two rosters were together for a super show. This of course meant that the room was filled more than usual with an air of cattiness, just the atmosphere to bring two more females being escorted by a Legend Killer into.

Randy had held the door open for the pair of sisters and was entering just behind the shorter sister, Krista. He used the chance to check out the 5'6 dark haired young woman. He was enjoying a long, umm, glance at her buttocks when he heard a voice to his left.

"Well, well, what have we got here? The Legend Killer decided he needs a little female companionship? Randy did you decide you finally wanted to take me up on my offer and allow me to show you some TLC?" Came the voice of a tall dark-haired diva, who had recently formed a faction with Torrie Wilson and Victoria, her two best friends it would now seem.

Randy took his eyes from Krista's backside to come up and connect with the eyes of Candice Michelle, who had neglected to notice the entrance of Krista and Taylor ahead of him.

"Hello Candice. And I must say no I am not here for that, although I'll get back to ya on that. No I am escorting two of Jerry Lawler's nieces around backstage."

With those words he looked from Candice Michelle to the locker room trying to find his two charges.

Taylor had gone into a corner to talk to Christy Hemme, the perky winner of the first diva's search contest. From what he could see the pair seemed to have connected instantly as they were both jumping together. From what he could over hear Taylor had told Christy what her sisters had done for her birthday and well she had the same reaction as Taylor had had. He shook his head, he really wasn't very fond of Christy Hemme's cheerleader like enthusiasm and now he could see Taylor had the same trait. Great the rest of the tour was going to be soo much fun. His gaze then quickly searched for Krista, whom he found had been standing next to him all along. Opps, if he had known she was next to him, maybe his response to Candice Michelle would have been different.

Candice Michelle finally noticed Krista standing next to Randy and she wasn't too happy to see the man she had earmarked for herself with well anyone but herself.

"Aww, who is this? Are you doing charity work Randy and helping mentally retarded kids around backstage?"

Randy's eyebrows rose at Candice's words, but before he could speak up Krista did.

"Excuse me. But what are you an idiot? He told you he was escorting the nieces of Jerry Lawler around! And if anyone is retarded, it's you! You seem to have a limited capacity in life don't ya? I mean what do you do besides look like a glorified porn star? I mean I don't watch much wrestling, but I do know a little bit thanks to Taylor and well I must say I was glad to see you get your ass kicked by Melina. You…"

Before Krista could continue Randy stepped in as he could see a cat fight brewing and as much as he'd enjoy that he really didn't' have time for it.

"Ladies…you don't have to fight over little ole me. There is more than enough Legend Killer to go around for everyone. Now Candice may I introduce you to Krista Lawler, one of Jerry Lawler's lovely nieces. And Taylor is …."

Randy's voice trailed off as he suddenly was pounced on from behind.

"Taylor is right here! I heard my voice. Hi! Oh you're Candice Michelle! You are one of my most favorite divas. Can I have your autograph?"

At this moment Randy could have kissed Taylor as she had just gotten him out of a very deep hole that he was digging himself into. Candice was distracted enough by Taylor to allow Krista to calm down. While Taylor kept Candice occupied, Randy tried to smile down at the fuming Krista. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"Hey sorry. But I have to play up to the diva's, you know I do have a reputation to protect." He winked at Krista who looked back at him with an indifferent glance.

What had he done? He didn't know, but for the rest of the time in the locker room Krista ignored him. After Taylor got done they all mutually decided it was time to leave the Diva's Locker Room.

As the threesome was exiting the locker room, Taylor managed to grab a hold of Randy's arm. Krista followed behind smiling at the young wrestler's obvious discomfort.

Haha what he deserves, she thought.

"So Randy, do you have a girlfriend?" Taylor suddenly burst out as they rounded a corner.

"Umm to be honest no, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"Well I must say that I myself am single and would be more than happy to say go out on a date with you!"

Randy looks like he wants the earth to open up and shallow him.

"Umm that is really sweet and kind of you, but umm I am not looking for a relationship right now." He tired to say to let her down easy.

"Oh that's fine. I am not either. I just want to have sex!"

Randy suddenly can't breathe. He drops Taylor hand and puts a hand on the wall to support himself.

Krista suddenly appears and pats him on the back.

"Are you okay? I am sorry. Taylor is very forward. Taylor leave Randy alone. He is being kind in showing us around; you don't have to go making him feel uncomfortable by being so obnoxious."

Taylor looks like a chastised child for a few minutes then gets a malicious glare in her eyes.

"You know Kris you sound an awful lot like Keeley. If I had known you were such an uptight school marm like her I would have stopped talking to you a long time ago. And I know why you are telling me to leave Randy alone! You want him for yourself! I saw how you looked at him when we first got here. You were staring at him while we were in the car. You are nothing but a slut! Did you not hear him when that idiot Matt Hardy stopped by? He called you a ring rat!"

If looks could kill, Krista would have been charged with the murder of her little sister from the look she was giving her. It was about all she could take after the encounter with Candice Michelle as well.

Randy just stood there; he always loved it when women fought over him.

"Hang on you little spoiled brat. I was trying to save you from making a fool of yourself. It is plainly obvious Randy has been indulging you because he seems to be a nice guy who doesn't want to intentionally hurt your feelings, but you little girl are now an adult and the actions you have been displaying since we arrived are those of a little girl. You're an adult Taylor. Act like it. And so what if I like him! Who wouldn't? And if anyone is a ring rat dear little Taylor it would be you. You just offered to have sex with him! What are you retarded? And if he wanted to have sex I am more than sure he could find it easily from any of those glorified whatever in that locker room. I am staring to agree with Keeley's view on wrestling."

.Taylor opens her mouth to speak, but Randy decides it's time for intervention.

"You know you two are so obviously sisters! That's great. And Taylor Krista is correct. Act your age! But remember to have fun. Now Taylor it's not that you're not a lovely attractive young woman, it's just that well umm I don't see you that way. Sorry. You actually remind me of my little sister Becky. And well no offense but if I were interested in any of you it would be either Keeley or Krista, simply because they are my age. You are a little young. But I disagree on that view of the divas. Yeah some of them are just glorified eye candy, but some actually are genuine wrestlers. Now can we stop the fussing and fighting girls and find some more people to meet?"

Randy tired to be as polite as possible; he wasn't too pleased with Krista interpretation of him or the divas, but now was not the time to address it.

Taylor spoke first. "Fine. I get it. I am too young and immature. Whatever. But you might want to know Keeley is nothing more than a frigid bitch who needs a good lay and Krista here is a whore!"

With that remark, Taylor turned on her heel and was about to walk off, but was stopped by a hand on her arm. She turned to see her sister staring up at her with murder in her eyes. Before either girl knew what was happening Krista had reared her right hand back and slapped Taylor so hard her face snapped back.

"That was for calling me a whore and Keeley a frigid bitch. If anyone is a bitch it is you Taylor. Keeley wanted you to have a good birthday and if you keep this up you will ruin any chances you have of ever getting another gift from either of us. Now shut up and enjoy your present before I decide to kill you!"

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Meanwhile…

John was still pulling Keeley around backstage followed closely by her student Tyler.

John was developing a headache.

"And that's when I decided I wanted to be a football player or a wrestler. I have loved wrestling ever since I was little. I just knew that someday I would become someone great." Came the voice of Tyler, who had been talking for the past fifteen minutes or so nonstop. John really wished he would shut up. He looked down at the young woman beside him, who seemed to have gone into a cationic state from listening to the boy drone on.

"And once my dad heard that this show was going to be in town he told me he was going to buy me tickets. But he had to work so I came alone, and that got me down, but then what do I see…"

John tuned the kid out as he brought his left hand up to massage his temples that were beginning to throb.

"And so I what do I see…but my favorite teacher. So now I am here walking with you Miss Lawler and John Cena."

Just when John thought the kid was going to shut up he started talking again.

"So Miss Lawler, may I call you Keeley? Cause it's weird calling you Miss Lawler outside of school. Any way Keeley, why are you here?"

"What?" Keeley asked. "Oh umm sure Tyler you may call me Keeley just don't tell anyone. Umm my sister Krista and I got tickets for our youngest sister, it's her birthday."

"Aww that's really nice…" Tyler continued to drone on again.

o I see...rought his left hadn up to massage his temples that were beginning to throb. .

lly are geniune ore fea

He decided what was needed was a distraction.

Sure the crush on his teacher and all, John could understand, but really, John could tell the kid would never have a chance. So why not just shut up? He thought. Just as he was about to think of ways to provide said distraction, one presented itself in the form of John's opponent for the night and his wife walking towards them not paying any attention to where they were going.

"Stephanie I don't' care. I want that damn title! That punk doesn't deserve to have it! He is nothing but a Vanilla Ice wannabe and needs to be shown that he may think he can play the Game, but I am going to prove him wrong. He seems to have forgotten I invented the damn Game!"

John smirked at this conversation. He could not have had a better distraction.

"Hunter I know you're the best wrestler in the WWE, but Daddy thinks John is good for business. He is a hot commodity right now."

"I don't care. I helped make the WWE it what it is today and I'll be damned it I let that Eminem copy cat ruin what I built."

Just as those last words came out of Hunter's mouth he looked up to see John Cena with two people in tow he didn't know.

"Well, well, if it isn't Vanilla Ice. Who are the people, you're fan club?"

John smiled.

"You know Trips…to be such an upper class ass you know an awful lot about the so called lower classes. Could it be you never out grew your past? I mean you go to an awful lot of trouble to try and portray yourself as belonging with someone like Stephanie, but all the money in the world can't hide what you are."

"Oh really and what is that exactly Cena?"

"An over grown, big nosed ass wipe."

"Why you little punk. I should beat your ass right here right now."

By now John had dropped Keeley's hand and stepped forward getting into Hunter's face.

"Oh really? I'd like to see ya try. You know Gonzo, you're nothing more than a pompous jackass who must have some kind of inferiority complex. 'Cause man all ya seem to go on about is how you deserve this title or that title. Ya know what man….I think you need some serious therapy and to talk a long look at ya self to figure out exactly what the hell is wrong with ya.'

Hunter was about to speak when he was interrupted by Stephanie.

"You know Cena, you might want to watch you say. I have control over exactly how long you hold that title of yours and exactly what kind of matches you are in. And question what is up with the little entourage? I mean I'd think even you could do better than a pimply faced kid and some ugly uptight prig."

Keeley couldn't believe her ears. Did this woman just call her an ugly uptight prig?

Keeley stepped forward about to defend herself when suddenly Tyler did just that.

The high school football line backer stepped forward to get into Stephanie's face.

"Who do you think you are lady? You can not talk about my girlfriend like that!"

At those words John stepped back from Triple H and Stephanie and turned to look at Keeley, who looked as though she wanted to kill either herself or Tyler.

Before anyone could say or do anything in response to Tyler's comment, Keeley suddenly fell to the floor.