AN: Sorry for the long time it took to update, but I've been busy. And I wasn't getting any reviews, which BUMMED ME OUT. And so, for the 2 people who did review:

Biblicalforte: Why thank you very much. Wicked good stories come from wicked good authors, or so I've heard =p

SoftballStar13: I'm glad you like it! And I do try hard to be funny. I'm trying to keep them… not in character, per say, but like they are in real life. Twitter's been a real big help. Well, except for Randy. He's actually kinda based off of the youth minister that's popping up from time to time, who is a real person. He can be a real bum sometimes, but he still cares in his strange way and I still look up to him, if that helps to explain Randy and Jessie's very odd relationship.

Ch. 3

(Present Time)

Randy and John stopped to eat at McDonalds.

"I'll have a number 7 meal with a coke," John told the woman at the counter.

"And we'll have a two number 4's, one with a PowerAde and one with a Coke," Randy said. John rolled his eyes.

"Don't you mean ONE number 4?" he asked.

"Oh," Randy said. "I guess I'm so used to ordering for two I…"

"I know, man."

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We left Vince's office with grins on our faces. Yeah, even Randy. John and I skipped down the hall arm in arm, and when I looked back, even the Legend Killer caught our contagious grins.

"Alright Cuz, who do you wanna meet first?" I grinned even more.

"Really?"

"Well, I figure you gotta make new friends so somebody can keep an eye on you while Randy and me are on stage."

"Well, I dunno. Who's nice." John thought for a moment.

"Not Zack Ryder," he said decisively. "Woo woo woo my buttock." Randy laughed.

"I bet Paul would like her." I looked back at him.

"Paul Levesque or Paul White?" John ruffled my hair.

"Look at that! Our little girl's a smark!" I frowned and went to walk by Randy.

"First of all, don't touch the hair. And second, what's a smark?" Randy ruffled my hair even more.

"A smark is a fan that knows wrestling is scripted and knows too much. The fact that you know Big Show AND Triple H's real names make you a smark."

"No, that just makes me informed," I said, shoving his hand away.

"At least we didn't have to tell her it wasn't real," John said with a shrug. "THAT'S like telling a five year old Santa Clause isn't real."

"Santa's not real?" I asked, feigning disbelief.

"Well, uh…" John stuttered.

"You're not serious, are you?" Randy asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, I'm just kidding," I assured the champ. "THAT would be weird."

"Anyway," Randy said. "I meant Paul Levesque. But I was being sarcastic. He'd probably think about you the same way I do." This statement confused me.

"So he'd like me, right?" Randy snorted.

"Not exactly." He sped up his pace and got ahead of us.

"Ignore him," John said. "If he didn't like you, he wouldn't even room with us."

"Hey there, John." We turned around and saw Chris Jericho. "You won't believe what I heard."

"Chris is the gossip of the roster," John explained.

"I heard that you were bringing your little cousin or something on tour with us."

"Yes I am," John said. "Chris, I'd like you to meet Jessie Long, my cousin." Chris offered his hand.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, John's cousin," he said as I shook it.

"So, you DON'T act like a butt hole in real life?" I asked. He laughed.

"Of course not, you imbecile. Why do you parasites assume that I would be the same antagonist in real life that I am in the ring?" I didn't really know what to say, so I just kinda gave him a confused look. Him and John suddenly started laughing. "I'm just messin' with ya. WHY would I act like that in real life? I'm like, the lead singer of a band, I'm the host of a TV show-"

"And he REALLY likes to brag about how awesome he thinks he is to COMPLETE strangers!" John said. "So, before he gets started again, WE are gonna go find someone to babysit you!"

"Well, I could watch her while you guys are on," Chris said.

"No no, I was gonna see if Dave or somebody would-" Chris put an arm around my shoulder and steered me away from John.

"Oh no, John, you go get ready. I'm not on for like an hour. We'll hang out, and I'll get her up to date on everything that goes on around here."

"You good, Jess?" John asked.

"Yup. Go have fun at work."

"You got it, little smark!" John walked off to go to the locker room so he could get ready, and I looked up at Chris.

"So…" I said.

"Well, first of all you gotta meet the guy who's REALLY in charge back here."

"Who's that?"

"Paul Levesque." I frowned.

"Randy said he wouldn't like me. I'd rather NOT make the scary guy mad."

"Bah. Paul's a big softie. Especially ever since he had children. C'mon." We walked into the catering area. Chris spotted him sitting at a table with Stephanie McMahon. "Hey Paul!" He glanced over at us as we walked up.

"Hey Chris."

"Who's your friend?" Steph asked.

"This is John's cousin who is temporarily gonna be on tour with us," he explained.

"Why is she with you and NOT John?" Paul asked. He looked me up and down, and I felt like I was being sized up.

"Because John had to go get ready. I offered to watch her, being the wonderful person I am."

"Yes you are, Chris," Paul said sarcastically. He turned his attention back to me. "What's your name, kid?"

"Jessie," I said. "It's nice to meet you, sir. You too, Ms. Stephanie."

"Just Stephanie, please," she said with a laugh. "It's nice to have some new faces around here." She winked. "Maybe we can get somebody to train you and you can go out on stage a few times." My eyes got big.

"That would be AWESOME!" I said.

"You seem like you're a pretty big fan," Paul said.

"I am," I agreed. "Back home, me and my friend decided that I was gonna be the first woman to win the WWE Championship." Paul sighed.

"How many times do I have to say it? Women have the Diva's Title and the Women's Title. Men have the WWE Title and the World Heavyweight Title." Chris and I took a seat at Paul's table.

"Yeah, and they have the Intercontinental Championship, and the United States Championship, and the Unified Tag Team Championship, but those are technically two titles, so the men have like…" I counted the difference on my fingers. "Four more titles than the girls." Paul's eyes narrowed, and he leaned over the table to talk to me.

"But nobody really likes the women's wrestling. Have you ever been to a live show? Everybody goes on a bathroom break during the Divas' matches," he explained.

"Well that's because y'all make it seem like the women's wrestling is all about how skanky they can look. It's ridiculous! Why can't they actually wrestle? Like normal people?" Steph and Chris laughed. Jericho put an arm around my shoulder again.

"I like you more by the minute. I've been saying the same thing for MONTHS now. I've been trying to get them to approve a Women's Tag Team Title. But NOOOO, the ratings wouldn't be high enough." Vince walked over about then.

"What are you two arguing over now?" he asked when he saw Chris, Hunter and I in such deep conversation.

"Jess agrees with me about the Women's Tag Team Titles!" Chris declared.

"It just wouldn't be enough ratings!" Vince said.

"Now, Mr. McMahon," I said seriously. "That's a little demeaning. You've gotta at least try it! It makes me wanna change the channel when the girls come out in their high heels and start pulling hair and making those funny squealing noises." A Diva made the exact noise right behind me. "Like that!" We turned around and saw Evan Bourne profusely apologizing to Alicia Fox for spilling his drink all over her new shirt or something.

"A Tag Team Championship would start solving our problem," Chris said decisively.

"I just don't know," Vince said. An idea struck me.

"What if you did this? Set up a match on Smackdown, LayCool or whatever it is versus the current Diva's champ. It would be a handicap match, but still for the title. Layla could pin the champ, and we'd all think that Michelle would attack her. But she wouldn't. Next week they'd come out and BOTH of them would have a belt. Everyone would try and beat them, but the two against one would be impossible to beat. And then their only chance to be champs would be to find a partner and make it a tag team match." Vince thought for a moment.

"That would actually be great," Hunter said. "It would be just for a trial basis, and if we ever wanted to end it, the partners could just fight." Vince nodded.

"I like you," he told me. "We might just try that. Got any other great ideas?" I thought for a moment.

"Make Shawn Michaels come out of retirement?" Everyone at the table laughed.

"Yeah, we all miss him, too," Paul said.

"His real name's Michael, but he actually goes by Shawn," Chris informed me. "It's his middle name or something."

"I wish I coulda met him," I said wistfully. "He's like, my hero."

"Well, you got here about three months too late," Vince chuckled.

"He doesn't just pop in from time to time?" I asked hopefully.

"He decided that it was time to go, so he did," Paul explained. "He did promise to come visit next time we were in Texas."

"Which will be..?"

"September."

"Aw shucks," I said, realizing that I wouldn't be around that long. "Well, guess I won't meet Shawn Michaels while I'm here," I said with a shrug.

"And what am I, chopped liver?" Chris asked. I laughed at the face he made.

"It was very nice to meet you, Mr. Jericho," I told him. Jericho's phone rang, and he answered.

"Hello? Yeah, she's right here. We're hanging out with the Levesque's and Vince. Yes, Randy, they like her. You sound surprised." I frowned as I heard that. Why would he be surprised? "You don't sound too excited about that either. Fine, I'll bring her over in a few minutes." He turned to me, and saw the frown. "Don't take it personally. Randy's on his period. Anyway, Ted and Cody wanna meet you. So, off we go!" Paul stood up and shook his head.

"You're ok, kid," he said as he extended his hand. I shook it with a grin.

"Yeah, I guess you're pretty cool, too." I nodded to Stephanie. "It was very nice to meet you, ma'am."

"I like her," Steph said. "Can we get her to babysit?" Paul laughed.

"We don't want to scare her off yet, do we?" I laughed and turned to follow Chris.

"Bye, Mr. McMahon!" I said as I suddenly remembered the powerful figure who held my fate in his hands. Definitely didn't want to get on HIS bad side. He could have me thrown off the trip. He smiled and nodded in my direction, and I ran to catch up with Chris.

Chris knocked on a locker room door.

"Hey! Put on some clothes and open up!" The door swung open and I was greeted by two very curious faces and one VERY grumpy Randy face.

"So this is the little ru-" Cody was cut short by a quick elbow jab from Ted. My jaw fell. They KNEW? "What? I was gonna say ruuuu… nt. Runt, yeah." Randy rolled his eyes.

"You can leave now, Chris," he said. Chris mock saluted and exited.

"YOU TOLD THEM?" I demanded of Randy. After I was sure Chris was out of earshot, of course.

"It's not like they'll tell anyone," Randy grumbled. "Why do I have to answer to some brat anyway? I'm the adult here, not you." I folded my arms and narrowed my eyes at him.

"Ok, this is getting old," I told him.

"What?" he asked.

"If you don't want me here I'll leave."

"Sure," he sneered. "I'm not that lucky."

"Well," Ted said. "We know who to NOT leave alone in a room full of sharp objects." Cody laughed.

"I like her. How long did it take for YOU to stand up to his moodiness?" he asked.

"Not as long as it took you," Ted said with a smirk.

"Yeah yeah, details," Cody said with a wave of his hand. "Anyway, are you guys comin' over tonight? I brought the X Box. All night HALO marathon!" Ted groaned.

"No Codes. I'm tired of getting my tail handed to me every night!"

"HA! You admit I'm better than you!" Cody declared.

"Of course I admit it! You beat me every night! Can I just NOT tonight?" I looked up at the smirking Cody.

"I can beat you," I said. Cody's jaw dropped.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"I said I bet I can beat you." Ted and Cody glanced at each other and laughed.

"Girls can't play Halo!" Ted said.

"I don't even think girls can play video games!" Cody laughed.

"I'll prove it. Tonight. I'll take both of you in a two on one slayer match. Energy swords and snipes." Cody was speechless for a moment.

"Alright. It's on. Just cuz you can speak Halo doesn't mean you can play it."

"Bring it," I said with a grin.

AN: There it is. To keep the characters as round as possible, or as real as possible, I've based them off of real people. The main character is based off of myself, and that's what makes this story really fun to write. I get to imagine how I would react and deal with these kinds of situations instead of having to put myself into the mind set of being a more complex character, like Derek in I Made it. I hope my few readers are enjoying this as much as I am!