While Cameron was outside, Sircy had walked into the dressing room, immediately being approached by Johnny.

"Mike, man, there was a fan in here bugging me a minute ago. I don't know how she got back here, but she kept trying to ask me for something, and I told her that I wasn't giving her anything, and to get out."

"There's no way possible that a fan could get back here. The only person that security would let back here is… Johnny, what did she look like?"

"She was about 5'10, blonde, a little heavy set. She had on a black t-shirt, jeans, and her hair was in a bun."

"Oh boy. I have to take care of something, I will be right back."

Instantly, Sircy knew that Johnny was talking about Cameron. That child never had her hair down, and it was either in a bun or pony tail. She always wore jeans on show nights because she would have to get dirty helping clean up after the show. He had known due to seeing her earlier that she did have a black shirt on. He first looked up to the "crow's nest" to see if she was there. He asked some people if they had seen her, and they had told him she went outside to smoke and was quite upset by something she refused to talk about. Sircy then went out the back door, seeing Cameron crying in the arms of her brother whom was to be working the show that night. He had happened to be walking around the corner, and noticed her crying.

"James, what's going on?"

"I dunno man, I came back here and my little sister was out here crying her eyes out. I just took her in my arms, and she hasn't stopped crying long enough to even talk to me."

"Oh Jesus. I know what happened. Hey Cam? Baby girl, Johnny told me what happened. He didn't know who you were or why you were there."

"(Tearily) What did he say?"

"He said that a fan had come into the dressing room bugging him trying to get something from him and he had told her/you that he wasn't giving you anything and to get out."

"He thought I was a fan? Dumb ass should know that as many times he has been here during his rehab there would be no way that security would let anyone back there unless they were told to by you, Bert, or Steve. Oh my god. I can't actually believe that he said that. He ain't gotta be worried about working tonight because time I get through with him, he will be rehabbing till halfway through 2005."

With that, Cameron straightened up her face, pissed as hell, storming into the building back towards the heels dressing room with a purpose. James couldn't follow her, but Sircy was hot on her heels knowing she was about to cash a check on his ass if he didn't stop her. As Cameron got to the curtain of the dressing room, she made her presence known.

"In-fucking-coming!"

A few of the guys tried to cover up as the female made her way into the male dressing room.

"Cam, what's wrong Baby Girl?"

"Oh get over it guys, you ain't got nothing I want to see anyways. Where is the fucking jackass, Chase?"

"Who?"

"Devine, the prick."

"Oh, it's you again. I told you…"

"Oh I know what you told me, but now its time to listen asshole."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I beg YOUR pardon, I wasn't finished so shut the hell up. When I came in here while ago, it was to ask you for your entrance music. Not an autograph or anything else. Not that I would want it now anyways. As many times as you've been here during your recovery, you should have known security won't let anyone past this curtain unless they are an employee. You actually thought I was a fan? That's funny, because see, I was before, but after the way you acted, I am surprised you have any fans at all. God damn it, you give Canadian wrestlers a bad name. You fucked up, and disrespected me. You're lucky I don't make you suffer for it, and I definitely could. You may be coming out to Barney tonight if I have my way. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more work to get done before bell time."

Johnny just sat there in stunned silence. That's all he could do until someone picked his jaw up off the floor. No one, especially a woman had ever talked to him like that. He should have been pissed, but he couldn't be. He felt awful. He had noticed her working a few times he had been there, but didn't think anything of it besides maybe she was helping out till the regular person returned. He felt like shit. Man, he definitely needed to apologize to her.