Title: Questionable Sanity

Author: Mel

Summary: Read the previous chapters!

Rating: PG-13 or T

Disclaimer: I own nothing other than the OCs.

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Chapter Fourteen

Previously: Coach was cut off as Cena leaned over the table and picked Coach up by his collar.

Looking him in the eyes, Cena said, "You will never ever enter a room without knocking again, man. And if I ever hear you callin' any woman a ring rat or anything deeming again, especially Keeley, I will see your ass in the ring and make sure you do not leave it in one piece."

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"Well did you enjoy your birthday present?" The Mexican luchador asked of the young woman sitting next to him on the couch.

They had been hiding so to speak from the drama that had been caused from the fallout of John and Keeley being shut up in a locker room together.

"Yeah. It has been great. My sisters have given me the best present ever and well the show was very fantastic to watch. I get to pick on Keeley for this for a long time. I love the spectacle Little Miss Uptight made of herself. I only wish I could hear exactly what Uncle Jerry is saying to her right now."

The cute wrestler from San Diego smiled.

"Umm I would say your uncle will have some choice words for a certain young champion. And I think you shouldn't be too hard on your sister. She is the eldest, thus she has always had the pressure to take care of you and your sister, so give her a break. But I must say I enjoyed your birthday present as well. I would never have met you had you not come to the show. Now back to our discussion of possible wrestling schools for you…have you ever asked your uncle for help? I'm sure he could get in at Memphis or in the OVW. If you are as serious about it as you seem."

The young woman smiled.

"I have thought about it, but I want to make my own way. I guess the black sheep has an independent streak so to speak. But of course any help someone would like to give me would be appreciated. But enough of that…you really are short! I am three inches taller than you."

Taylor laughed from her place on the couch, lying back looking up at the wrestler.

"Well it's not the size that matters, but what you do with what you got. And trust me chica I know all the right moves."

Rey picked with the young woman he had taken a liking to. He kind of saw her as a little sister, but certainly more beautiful than any little sister he had ever thought of. She seemed to have been weighed down under the shadows of her older sisters, struggling to get out for air to breathe. And well he felt after meeting her in the trainer's room, he could possibly help her achieve those goals. He had been very interested when she had expressed her interest in becoming a wrestler. She seemed to have the spark that was needed in one that became a wrestler.

"Well I guess we have hidden long enough, what do you say we go see what kind of explosion has happened?"

Rey held out a hand to help the tall young birthday girl up.

She took it, but instead said something different.

"Eh, I don't' really want to be involved in that family drama. I am sure I can get a hug and a birthday gift from Uncle Jerry later. What do you say we go out and you can tell me more stories of your experiences with tequila and what was it…stripping in front of the whole roster?"

She smiled innocently when he cringed at the mention of the last part.

"Sure."

Taylor happily followed the short, tattooed wrestler out the door and down the hallway. She figured she might not have had the luck of either of her sisters, but Rey Mysterio was certainly a prize in his own right.

"What about your sisters though won't they worry?"

She shrugged.

"I can always call one of their cell phones and if they seem nice enough at the time maybe invite them to join us at the club I am going to make you take me to after we eat of course. Or we can hit up a bar. I can legally drink now so I am very much of the desire to practice this new thing called legal drinking."

All Rey did was smile as they made their way out the arena door and to his rental car.

-X-X-

John Cena made his way up the ramp ignoring most of the fans and their chants, unlike he usually did. Tonight though he had one focus and that was rescuing Keeley, then kidnapping her so he could get to know the young woman better. Just as he was about to reach the top of the ramp he heard a voice that caught his attention.

The voice said, "Damn you! Damn you! You stole my woman from me!"

John couldn't believe the words and the voice that was saying them. No it couldn't be? Was it?

Cena turned to look and saw the annoying kid from before…what was his name? Tyler? The one who had hit on his teacher right in front of him. John rolled his eyes and was about to continue up the ramp wishing to forget the little punk so he could get back and make good on his promise to Keeley.

But John found it hard to ignore the last remark the kid made that could be heard loud and clear right before John reached the curtain and the backstage area.

"What's the matter Cena? Afraid of the truth? Ya too pussy to admit ya stole my girl? Come on man, the only reason she is even coming on to you is so she can get somewhere. The minute she realizes her mistake she'll come crawling to me!"

John rolled his eyes; the kid really had to be delusional.

John turned and made his way over to where the kid was standing leaning on the barrier. Cena planted a smirk on his face as he saw the kid look a little scared that John had turned around to address him.

"What up kid? So ya think Keeley is yer girl? Hmm. News flash dawg, Keeley doesn't need some stupid little kid punk who can make her lose her job. She is responsible and seems to me, if she wanted to have something wit' one 'a her students, it sure as hell wouldn't be some punk ass loser like you. Now you better shut the hell up about Keeley and about me kid before I kick ya ass to old age!"

Tyler quickly shut up and watched as John turned and made his way up the ramp again, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck.

That kid really was a pain in the ass. Maybe he should ass Keeley to fail his ass for just being plain annoying.

-X-X-

Meanwhile…the occupants of John Cena's locker room were eerily quiet. All of them had settled down to watch the match between Cena and Triple H. King was quiet. He was still reeling from Keeley's outburst.

Keeley was sitting yet again between King and Krista and idly playing with the discarded towel. Randy had taken up residence on the arm of the couch beside his new "friend" Krista. He couldn't help but wonder how long he had to be good and be her friend before he was able to be more.

I mean dang…he thought to himself. John got the frigid sister and well it looked like he had almost already gotten in her pants. Randy looked at Krista hoping he wouldn't have to wait too long to get the same treatment John had received from Keeley.

Randy thought he might just be able to be patient though, Krista seemed to be worth it, but dang a man could only take so much.

The sound of the locker room door opening drew everyone's attention, taking them all from their thoughts. All looked up as John Cena came bursting through the door, appearing as if he could kill someone.

"What?" He snapped as he saw everyone staring at him.

The WWE Champion walked into the room and threw his belt down on his suitcase.

He took a deep breathe. He hadn't meant to snap, but damn why the hell was everyone looking at him?

He noticed the look of hurt flash in Keeley's eyes and felt regret.

He took another deep breathe before he spoke again.

"Sorry y'all. It's jus' that some people don't know when to shut the hell up. Now King did ya have some words for me? 'Cause now would be the time to tell me before I go take a shower and ask y'all to leave."

King looked at the young champion and threw him a measuring glance. He looked like he was sizing him up to be a breeding bull for his prize cow. John raised an eyebrow. King then turned his gaze to his niece, who was occupying the space right beside him. She gave him a look that could have sent him six feet under and dared him to say anything that would justify her murder of him.

"No. I guess I have been too hard on you, but if you so much as harm a hair on my niece's head, I will kick your ass and I may be old, but I can still do it. I think Keeley is old enough to take care of herself or so she tells me. And well I saw how you took on Coach when he insulted Keeley so fine. I guess you can talk to my niece. Now if you all will excuse me…" Lawler said rising from the couch.

"I have things to do and women to harass…women to come…women to see!"

John moved out of the announcer's way as he moved to go out the door.

He was about to say good riddance when King turned around and spoke again.

"Krista, Keeley, we are going to have to get together while I am in town. Tell your father I'll call."

With that he turned and walked off down the hallway.

"Good riddance!" John said and it was seconded by Keeley who had suddenly forgotten the presence of two other people in the room as her gaze connected with that of the West Newbury native's.

Cena seemed to have the same problem as he began to make his way over to the couch, but suddenly a throat cleared and the spell was broken as the two looked around to see that Randy Orton and Krista were staring at them looking as if they were stern parents who had just caught their teenager necking on the couch.

"Yeah?"

"I was wondering if you were going to share what exactly happened between you two while you were locked in this room alone. I mean I have heard, but since you two are here, Krista and I are here…why not share now?"

Cena raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to speak, when suddenly the Pussycat Dolls, "Don't cha" was heard coming from Keeley's back pocket. The ring tone earned her a raised eyebrow from both male wrestlers.

She pulled out the phone, checked the caller id and answered the phone.

"Hello?"