I DO NOT OWN ANYONE OR ANYTHING IN THIS STORY BESIDES THE OC'S, CAYLEE HAS NO IDEA THAT SHE IS EDDIE GUERREROS DAUGHTER OR THAT MADISON JADE IS STILL ALIVE.

Caylee's Point of View-

It's a Friday afternoon in April (two months before my high school graduation), it was after school, I drove myself over to the wrestling school in Houston Texas, which is about 15 minutes away.

"Hey Caylee, are you ready for your last training session?" My instructor asked.

"Ready as ever, may I get copies of all the pay-per-view type shows I was in so I can put a little demo reel together?" I asked as I slid into the ring.

"No problem, let me get Greg right on that." My instructor said as he called over his assistant, Greg, to start burning the DVD's for me.

"What are we doing today?" I asked.

"Your wrestling me, show me what I've taught you all along." My instructor said as I wrestled him, him winning obviously. "You've gotten good, your going to be big someday, but don't count on getting in right away in the big leagues."

"I know, you got to start small first." I said as I grabbed my sweat towel wiping sweat off my face.

"Here's the DVD you wanted." Greg said.

"Thanks." I said grabbing it from him.

"I want to get a photo of you to put on the wall or in case you do hit the big leagues." My instructor said as he climbed out of the ring, I sat down on the top turnbuckle relaxing taking drinks from my water bottle.

"I am still convinced you are related to Eddie or Chavo Guerrero, you look just like them." Greg said.

"That is impossible, you know the way my mom is on wrestling, she doesn't even know I did wrestling training." I said giggling, Greg and my instructor didn't know my last name was Guerrero, I put only Howard down on the application and forms, I feel since I don't know my dad or had any connection with him that I shouldn't use his last name until I at least meet him.

"True, you got a point." Greg said.

"I'm going to try and apply for WWE and TNA, since I'm graduating in two months." I said.

"You are passing all your classes?"

"Barely, but it's good enough to pass." I said as my instructor came back with a Polaroid camera, old school huh?

"Why are you using the Polaroid camera, there's a digital one on the desk?" Greg asked.

"I don't get those digital things, I'm old school." My instructor said, he was older and not into the whole technology scene.

"I'll take the photo then." Greg said as he left and got the digital camera from the desk.

"Fine, I don't know why I hired you if you do that." My instructor said, I finished my water bottle and was twirling it about when Greg took a picture of me twirling it.

"That's a great photo, you are very easily amused." Greg said.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know you were taking a photo." I said as he took another one.

"That's a keeper." Greg said as he turned the camera off.

"Here's your certificate saying you went through training with us." My instructor said handing me a certificate, Greg took a picture of my instructor handing me my certificate and a picture of me holding the certificate.

"Thanks so much for teaching me, I'll make it up to you." I said hugging my instructor.

"You will, when you become a famous wrestler, you got to tell all your fans to come to us." My instructor said.

"I'll think about it, but I got to go, I have to get home before my mom does, plus I have to check the mail to see if I have gotten any letters back from my colleges." I said throwing my sweat towel over my shoulder.

"Good luck, if you ever want to come back in to train, freshen up your moves, to say hi, or what not, your welcome to." My instructor said.

"Thanks." I said hugging Greg, then I hugged the receptionist, she is the only one that works the front office so we became fast friends. I hopped in my car driving home, I stopped the car in front of my house parallel parking it, my mom wasn't home fortunately. I climbed out of the car grabbing my backpack filled with homework, my purse and my work out bag. I threw my backpack on my back putting both straps on my shoulders, I threw my work out bag on my shoulder and my purse on the other. I walked up to our mailbox pulling out the mail that was in it. "Coupons, flyer trash, bills, bills, Florida State mine, North Carolina State mine, California State mine, Connecticut State mine, and more bills." I said shuffling through the mail, and slid the letters from the colleges in my butt pocket. I walked up to the front door putting my house key in the door unlocking it, I walked inside, even though I knew my mom wasn't home. "I'm home." I said loudly shutting the door behind me, I set the mail for my mom on the table, I set my purse down on the table as well, and I carried my backpack over to the couch setting it down, I do my homework on the couch watching television. I carried my work out bag back to my room setting it on my bed. "Time to do some laundry, I wonder if my mom needs hers done." I said as I pulled out my dirty clothes putting them in my basket. I pulled out my basket separating them to put in the washer, I carried the first load out to the washer putting the clothes in, I started it, my mom could do her own laundry or if it needs to be done she can ask me later. I walked out to the kitchen picking my purse up off the table carrying it back to my bed room setting it aside for the morning. "I'm thirsty." I said as I went back out to the kitchen going to the refrigerator, there was a note pasted on the refrigerator with my mom's writing.

'I am out of town this weekend on business, just in case money in top drawer of my dresser, feel free to use it to order pizza or whatever. No parties is all I ask, bring in the newspaper and check the mail. Sorry for leaving you, I trust you, I'll call you later.

Love Mom.'

I set the note on the counter next to the refrigerator, I pulled out the milk pouring myself a glass, and headed out to the living room, my mom does this often, 2 or 3 weekends a month she's gone on business. I sat my glass of milk on the coffee table, I found the remote turning on the television to My TV, I watch pretty much anything and I left it there until Smackdown comes on, when my mom isn't here I watch wrestling and go to wrestling on the computer, I made sure to delete the history for she won't know. I pulled the letters from my colleges out from my butt pocket, I looked at all four of the envelopes that hold my future.

"Let's open the California one first." I said setting the other three aside opening the California one. "Not accepted, thanks a lot California state." I said throwing it onto the coffee table, I grabbed the North Carolina one opening it. "Not accepted, thanks a lot North Carolina State." I said throwing that one on top of California's, I grabbed Florida's opening it, "Not accepted, thanks a lot Florida State, maybe I should of applied myself more than getting straight C-'s or D+'s." I said as I grabbed the Connecticut State envelope opening it, "Not accepted again, I'm never going to make it am I?" I said, Texas State, if this isn't an acceptance, I have University of Phoenix and DeVry, or community colleges nearby here to help. I just hate myself and it is just hurting my self esteem getting rejected by all these. I opened the envelope, "Not accepted again, did I set my standards too high, I should of not applied because it just puts me down, I'm ordering myself some pizza to make me feel better, even though I am supposed to be dieting and training for wrestling, one splurge won't hurt me." I said as I got up from the couch going to my mom's room pulling out the money from her drawer. I grabbed my cell phone dialing the local Domino's pizza ordering myself a Medium pizza, left over pizza could be for lunch tomorrow. I went back out to the living room pulling out my homework, I did the sloppy version of it, I don't care anymore since I only have two months left and it's a Friday, who assigns homework on Friday? My pizza arrived literally 20 minutes before Smackdown, I went and took a quick shower before Smackdown, I got out and practically ran to the couch, I watched that nights Smackdown, I like watching wrestling, I don't know why my mom is so against it. I watched Smackdown, I got to see my favorite wrestlers the Hardy Boys, I like Jeff more but Matt is just as good.