THIS STORY IS GOING TO BE REALLY INTERESTING. I GET A LOT OF INSPIRATION BY THE STORIES I READ ON HERE SO I'M GONNA CREATE MY OWN CHAOS-LIKE STORY. I'M GONNA TRY TO KEEP ALL OF THE REAL LIFE EVENTS AS CLOSE TO REAL AS POSSIBLE. YEAH SO HERE'S CHAPTER 2. REMEMBER TO REVIEW AND TELL YOUR FRIENDS!

4 Years Earlier...

FLASHBACK/DREAM

"Please can we go? I won the contest in school and got 3 free tickets to the show. I don't want them to go to waste."

"For the last fucking time no! Now stop asking me before I burn those fucking tickets."

I sniffled a little and walked back to my room. It was pretty bleak. No signs of creativity. They don't like creativity. Especially stuff that interests me. I really hate them. How did they get me? Why couldn't they send me somewhere else? Don't they see that these people are horrible? I crawled under the bed and grabbed my shoe box. It was the little bit of light in my life. I opened it up and grabbed out some of the contents. A poster of the upcoming WWF show coming to Houston. The arena was only a 10 minute walk from school. I could leave after school and go straight there on Monday. Yeah... If only those jerks would let me. They don't let me do anything. I looked down at the tickets again and ran my fingers across the lettering. "I really wanna go," I whispered outloud to myself. I put the tickets in the box and placed the box back under the bed behind some of my other boxes. It's all I have. Bouncing around from foster home to foster home does that to you. I stopped cold as I heard footsteps pound down the hall to my door. I hurried to get from under the bed as he swung the door open forcefully.

"What in the hell are you doing?"

"N-nothing."

"Liar! What are you hiding?" he yelled. I could tell he was drunk, again. Kinda sad for a 12 year old to know what alcohol smelled like.

"N-nothing I swear. I was g-getting something to wear to school tomorrow from my box. That's it."

He walked over and pushed me out of the way pretty hard. I hit my arm on the dresser. I could feel my heart pound out of my chest as he pulled all of my stuff from under the bed and laid eyes on my box. I was internally screaming and pleading, knowing if I said a word he would hit me again. I got hit basically every day. It's starting to get kinda hard covering up the bruises. He picked it up and opened it up, the tickets laying on top of everything.

"What in the hell is this? Tickets to wrasslin' huh? You know this shit is fake right?"

I just nodded.

"You really think you're going to this huh?"

I shrugged.

"You must be out of your fucking mind. There's no fucking way you're going to this," he said grabbing the tickets and poster out of the box. He emptied the contents of my box out on the floor. I scurried down and tried to pick up everything.

"Yeah you better clean all of that shit up. Don't hide anything else in this house again," he said before giving me a swift kick in the side. I cried out in pain, clutching my sides. "Now get your ass up. Before I-BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP"

I groaned. Fuck. Alarm go away. Please. I swatted at the thing. I hadn't fallen asleep until 4am and now it's 7am. At least I got to sleep a little.

"Come on and get up Court. Time to run."

"5 more minutes please," I said sticking 4 fingers up.

"That's not even 5 fingers. Get up," he said, pulling the covers off of me, exposing my body to the cold air.

"Ahh! Come on Daddy! I only got 3 hours of sleep. Can I please get at least another hour in before starting this day of hell?"

"I already gave you an extra hour. We've already wasted time. Now get up and get dressed. I'll give you 10 minutes," he said before leaving the room.

I rolled onto my back and sighed. Yeah, having The Undertaker as your dad isn't the coolest thing in the world when you like sleeping in every once in a while. I swear the man never sleeps. These 6am runs are hell to my sleeping pattern. I really can't complain much. I need to run every day. Days I don't run, I feel like complete crap and don't feel like doing anything. I rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom. I turned on the faucet and washed my face. It was my first day in the WWE. Well not really, I traveled with Daddy all the time but it was my first day working for Uncle Vince. After all of the years watching the product from the crowd and from backstage, I think I was pretty much destined to work for the man. It's alright though, I love wrestling. I pulled on some jogging pants and a WWE t-shirt. I pulled my rusty brown locks into a ponytail, grabbed my phone, MP3 player and key card and went downstairs to the lobby of the hotel. I saw Daddy sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. For someone with so much star power as him, he's the most down to Earth man ever. So old fashioned. So over-protective. Have I mention that this guy is 43 years old and can keep up with the likes of me? I mean I'm almost 23 and he pushes harder than I can keep up with. Maybe it's because morning time is evil.

"Ok. I'm ready," I said to him. He peeked over the top of the news paper, most likely to see if my outfit is appropriate, folded it up and sat it back on the table. He stood up and I looked up to him, his 6 foot 10 inch frame towering over my 5 foot 10 inch body. He held out his hand.

"Aw come on," I complained. He pointed to his hand. I handed him my phone and MP3 player and he turned them off and put them on the front desk asking the receptionist to hold it for me.

"You don't need it. It's better to hear what's going on around you instead of that crap music."

I sighed and rolled my eyes and then we left. I forgot where we were for a minute. It was smart for him to take it from me. We were in Philadelphia. I liked Philly but I didn't want to take the chance of getting mugged.

We'd be running for a good hour and a half and I felt like my legs were going to fall off. I looked over to Daddy and he barely looked like he broke a sweat. So jealous, I said to myself. We kept running and running and running and running. Did I mention that we were running? Not jogging, running. We turned a corner and I swear I saw a special light shining down, the hotel was right there! "Thank God," I said. He laughed.

"Are you really that tired?"

"YES. Yes I am Daddy. I'm exhausted. I want to shower and get back in bed."

"Too bad. The day is in full swing now. You know the drill. Shower, breakfast and get to the arena."

I nodded as we stopped at the entrance of the hotel. I was heaved over trying to catch my breath. Damn I actually thought I was in shape. "I'll meet you in there in a minute. I need to reinflate my lungs." He laughed and patted me on the back before heading in the hotel. My chest was on fire. I only think we ran like 3 miles. I guess no more McDonalds for a while. I started walking into the building but ran into something hard. So hard that I fell straight on my ass. Damn that hurt. I looked up and saw him. Daddy kept me away from most of the guys because they were all about sex. Trying to get my 'innocence'. New flash dad, the summer I stayed with Ted Jr. Anywho, this guy infront of me, apologizing for his dear life, trying to help me up. I went full on noodle leg.

"I'm so sorry. I have learn how to pay more attention to what's in front of me rather than dodging fans," he said. I laughed a little dusting off my pants. "You look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?"

I laughed a little. "I hope you do. I've hanging around the locker room since you debuted. I just grew up a little."

He laughed again. God those dimples. "I see a lot of people every day. Refresh my memory."

I folded my arms. "I'm really hurt John. How can you forget my name Cena? We use to hang out all of the time. I remember Daddy almost killed you when he walked in when you were changing."

"Courtney? Damn you really have grown up. What have you been up to?"

I nodded. So he did remember me. Good. "Yeah. It's been a few years. Had to get some training in. I went on the indy's for a couple years and out to Japan. I got signed a few months ago and am sorta debuting tonight."

"Sorta debuting?" he said.

"Yeah. I don't have an offical match but I'm doing a little introductory segment. You'll see later," I said laughing. I was totally nervous. Damn he's still hot as ever.

There was an awkward silence for a few minutes. I felt his eyes look me over. I admit it, I had a pretty drastic change over the last 5 years. I let my hair grow back out, dyed it, boobs got bigger and my figure filled out proportionally. I was wondering when it would happen.

"Well I've got to head out to the gym, I'll see you later Court," he said.

"Yeah. I'll see ya later," I said tucking some of my hair behind my ear. He then did the unexpected, he wrapped his arm around me and gave me a hug. Oh my gosh he smells good, I thought to myself. I almost got caught up in the moment and remembered I needed to hug him back. That would have been tragic. He smiled and walked down the block. I let out a girly sigh and drifted into the hotel. That guy was the only person I had a major crush on back then. He was just so cute and so bad. Ok Courtney get yourself together. Don't be a whore. He's probably in a relationship. I don't know.

I retrieved my phone and MP3 from the receptionist and headed back upstairs. As long as I was down there, I was hoping that Dad would be out of the shower and dressed. I slid the key card in the door and opened it and lo and behold, there he is sitting there watching TV, ready to go. I think he's Superman or something.

"Got lost?"

I shrugged setting my things on the counter and stretching.

"I take that as a yes?"

"You can say that if you want to." I gave him a quick, cheesy smile and my things and took a shower.

After I got dressed and we had breakfast, we were off to the arena. Dad doesn't trust me to drive the rental. One run in with the atm pole and I'm barred from all rental cars. Despite the time of year, I had to put on a black hoodie to conceal my identity. It was unseasonably warm in Philly for November and I was sweating. It was horrible. I heard all of the fans screaming for my Dad when he walked along the fence. Seeing everyone throw themselves at him to get a shred of his attention. Will that be me in a few months? I questioned myself. He gave the crowd a quick tip of his hat before entering the building, me closely behind him.

I pulled down my hood and looked around. It hasn't really changed much in the last few years. A few more techies. More boxes. New faces. This was going to be fun. I followed Dad to his private locker room and set my bags down on the bench and sighed. He looked up at me and raised a brow.

"Yes I'm tired already." He smirked and started unpacking his gear. "I think I'm going to walk around and find some coffee. It's still in catering right?" He nodded hanging up his tights. I rolled my eyes and left. He needs to talk more. I walked down the hallway, basically saying hello to everyone that I passed, and went into catering. Man there are a lot of people in here. I grabbed a banana and looked around. I saw some familiar blonde locks and tapped on the tall guy's shoulder. "Ahem sir." He turned around looking like he was about to punch somebody and looked down at me. His jaw dropped and I chuckled.

"Court? Is that you?"

"I think so," I answered back. Damn he aged. I heard about his little live sex celebration with Amy. I knew he was a whore from the start. He grabbed me up in a tight hug. "Um, I need to BREATHE!"

"Oops," he said letting me loose. I laughed. "Where have you been? It's like you dropped off of the face of the Earth for the past, oh, 4 years!"

I laughed again. I kinda did. "I was training for a while. Dad thought it would be better if I focused on that. I just returned from Japan a few months ago."

"Wait, Deadman let you go to Japan alone?"

"Surprisingly yes, after completely bypassing him and paying for school and paying for my ticket. Needless to say, he had no choice but to let me go. Now I can't go anywhere without him up my ass," We laughed.

"Well I'm glad that you're back Court. We're about to have a meeting so-"

"Meeting? Oh I think I need to be here then."

"Do you? You got a spot on the roster?"

"I didn't go to Japan for nothing."

"Wow. I knew it was a matter of time. Well welcome Jumping Bean."

"I thought I told you to never call me that again," I said swatting his arm.

"Ow! You hit hard!" I laughed. "Poor Addy."

"Hey if I can't call you Jumping Bean, then you can't call me Addy," he said with a ridiculously serious look on his face. He's still as dorky as ever.

"That's fine. The only person that could call me Jumping Bean is Jay anyway," I said, sticking out my tongue. The expression on his face was funny as hell then. We were both cracking up, just like old times. Then Adam's expression changed. I turned around and Daddy was standing behind me. Such a buzzkill sometimes. "Don't do that Daddy. That's creepy," I said, running my hand through my hair.

"It's almost time for the meeting, come on we need to get a seat," he said, leading me away from Adam. Don't you just love overprotective fathers?

We sat down near the front of the room. I looked back and by that time, most of the roster was in the room. I remembered many faces, but there were a lot of new ones too. It really did change while I was gone. My eyes stopped when I saw him walk in. I did a little bit of research when I was having breakfast, he just had surgery on his neck. I literally gasped as I read it. He was feuding with Jericho and going to return to the ring at the next PPV. It sent a chill down my spine when his eyes met mine. STOP STARING STUPID!, I scolded my self and immediately looked down at the floor. I'm not really a nervous person but dammit he messes with my mind. I looked up and behind me again, and low and behold, HE'S SITTING RIGHT THERE.

"Hey," he said smirking.

"Hey,"I said back, tucking my bangs behind my ear. It was my nervous tell. Not many people knew that, yet he did. I saw him smile. Just as I was about to say something else, I heard a familiar, booming voice.

"Hello everyone! I want to make this meeting as quick as possible," Vince said. Vincent Kennedy McMahon. Buzzkiller #2. Between him and my dad, they were the Buzzkill Tag Team Champions. I turned around in my seat and crossed my legs and listened to the man speak. I've sat through a few of these meetings before. Some of this stuff I had already known. Meet with creative, remember photo shoots, blah blah blah. I hate repetitive stuff like that.

"Ok I have one more thing to say, we have a new addition to the roster that everyone will be working with sooner or later. Courtney come on up here and introduce yourself to everyone."

Shit. No Vince. I stood up and nervously waved to everyone. Yeah, I can go out and talk to crowds of thousands of people but I can't speak in front of 60 people.

"Uh, hey guys. Like Mr. McMahon said, my name is Courtney. I know a lot of you already from a few years back but some of you are new and I can't wait to get to know you guys."

"Someone's nervous!" I heard someone yell out from the back.

I laughed and tried to cover the blush that was covering my face. "Shut up! It's just awkward that's all. I don't know what to say."

Vince laughed, "Well that was good enough. If they want to know more about you, they can just ask," he said patting my back. I shook my head and sat back down. Dad looked over at me and shook his head with a smirk on his face. I totally dorked out. He ruffled my hair and walked, I assumed, back to the locker room. I let out a deep sigh and ran my hands over my face. I felt a tap on my back.

"It's fine. Everyone has that moment during their first meeting," I turned and John was still sitting there.

"I'm usually not like that, I swear."

"Don't worry, I know. I've gotta go do a couple shoots, I'll see you later."

"Yeah, I'll see ya." I watched him walk away. Talk about I hate to see you go but I love to watch you leave. Geez Court control your hormones. I shook my head and stood up.

"Excuse me, Courtney," I turned and saw a woman with an apron on.

"Yeah?"

"We need you in hair and make up in 20 minutes for your shoot at 3."

Fuck I forgot. I sighed and told her I'd be right there. It's going to be a long day.