I splashed more cold water over my face, it was very refreshing and helped to clear my mind. I knew I had to get home and do it fast. I'd been here longer than I'd planned. What if Paul rang Shane's house to see if I was okay? I left as quickly as I could and drove home. I was careful not to drive too fast, I'd only had two glasses of wine but definitely didn't want to take any chances. I remembered I'd said I would call Paul on the way home so I did. He sounded tired when he answered, "You're later than I thought you would be honey, do you still want that bath?"

"No Paul, I want you. I'm about ten minutes away."

That woke him up, "Uh... what? Ok baby, I'll be ready."

I drove a little faster, this would make me feel much better.

Monday. It had only been a week, but what a crazy one! Hopefully now things would get back to normal now. Cena was gone and I didn't owe Rocky anything. Sure I'd told him I'd call him, but what if I didn't? My dad had finalised the release of Cena from his contract and it had been announced on our website. It had been worded differently from the standard message we usually used when we released someone. This meant that all of the morons who thought they knew what they were talking about still thought this was all a storyline. My dad had spoken to the other wrestlers about what had gone on and although some of them were not happy no one else had walked out on us.

We'd also tidied up the details on the storyline we were going to run with. We would make out that I had acted alone, against the wishes of my dad. He was now furious as Cena refused to return to work. Paul's character would agree with my dad's opinion of what I'd done but be unable to side with him over me as of course he loved his wife, therefore he would storm out and not be seen on TV for a month or two. Instead my dad would return to TV as a regular character for what would be his final run. It would culminate in a couple of months at a pay per view where father and daughter would face off in a match to decide who controlled the entire WWE. It was going to be great fun to act all that out, especially as my character would win! And to wrestle a match again too. I had not done that in years.

I was sitting in the production office thinking about how my life was finally turning around when Paul walked in looking a little shocked, "Hey Steph did you hear yet?"

I looked at him, "Hear what?"

He sat down next to me, "Your best friend John Cena, He got arrested for driving while intoxicated." Really? Oh, that's a pity!

I smiled, "That's terrible news honey. Do they hang people for that?"

He snorted, "Steph what the hell? They don't hang people any more and certainly not for drinking and driving."

I patted him on the shoulder, "I know that darling, it was a poor attempt at humour."

He got up and headed for the door, "Right, sorry. I'm going to find Vince and see if he knows." He closed the door as an idea had formed in my head. Don't do it. You keep telling yourself not to do things and then doing them anyway. What's wrong with you lately?

I took out my phone and typed out a text to John Cena: Sorry to hear about your unfortunate incident today John. If I can help in any way don't hesitate to let me know. Steph xx

I pressed send and mumbled to myself, "That will push his buttons." Why did you just do that?

It was time go and open the show, I was to be the first character to appear. Just don't let some asshole get soda on my jacket again.

I heard Justin Roberts announce, "Please welcome one of the principle owners of the WWE, Stephanie McMahon." My music started and I froze for a second. Did I hear that right? The reaction I got was more positive than negative! Now that people were convinced it was a storyline they actually liked me for getting rid of Cena who we had always tried to make popular but he never actually had been. I walked through the curtain onto the stage and again there were more cheers than boos. I even heard a few people chanting , "Yes! Yes! Yes!" It seemed that people had hated Cena's character as much as I hated the bastard for real.