Chapter 8! WOOOOOOO! So who watched MITB? That shit was INSANE! Besides Rollins and Reigns winning, nobody that I wanted to win won. Did you see that flip on the ladder Ambrose did? LOVE HIM! And that tag match was AAAWWWEESOOOOMMMEEE! I really thought they were going to loose. Reigns with the save and then tagged himself in...I still don't notice it. I'll be sure to put the going ons of that PPV in here. It was so good. I'm just going to change up some of the winners. 4th of July BBQ will happen first though and all you Amanda lovers will be happy. So onward we go!

Cassie yawned as she sat outside at the hotel pool. It was their first day off since Payback had come and gone, which Cassie was still mad about. She leaned back in the pool chair, knowing that there wasn't anything she could do about it. So instead of spending time in the town that they were currently in, she decided to read a book at the pool and brainstorm ideas.

She had a few ideas for Zack Ryder. He wanted to be more of a serious character, so she was thinking that the best thing would be him to turn heel. She was contemplating a name change but he was to known like John Cena.

She quickly wrote down some notes in the book that she was reading. She would post something on a wrestling blog later to see what other fans thought.

"Why are you always writing?" Jon plopped down in the pool chair next to her.

"It's my job to write," she didn't look up from her book, recognizing his voice. "So whenever an idea pops in my head, I write it down."

"So you write in your books?" He questioned, playing with his phone.

"Do you always ask questions?"

"Yes."

"Well then there ya go."

"What are you reading anyways," he snatched the book from her hands. Cassie looked up, and then looked at him. "Execution?" He looked at her, eyebrows raised, smirking.

"Yes," she snatched the book back from him. "And to answer your next question, I'm reading it so I know the perfect way to kill somebody in their sleep."

Jon started laughing.

"That is the greatest answer I have ever heard."

Cassie smiled opening the book back up.

"Thought you might like that."

"You're a horror girl aren't you?" He placed his hands behind his head.

"What gave you the first clue? Please tell me you didn't come here to pester me while I'm working."

"Nah. I just so happened to be walking by. Why aren't you out and about like everyone else?"

"Don't really feel like it and no one to really go with."

"Good. Go drag Colby's ass out of his room. He's being a little bitch."

"Well now, that's not very nice."

"I know. He's in room 224. Go take him shopping or whatever you girls like to do."

"I actually hate shopping and I don't really think that on his day off, he would want to hang out with me," Cassie looked at him again.

"Point? I need him out of the room. I'm meeting…" he stopped as Cassie held her hand up.

"Don't really need to explain things to me, but you are his friend aren't you? Why don't you take him somewhere? He's obviously hurting over this Lesley chick. He needs friends, not an acquaintance."

"Well guess what? I'm tired of hearing, I don't know what I did wrong and you can't just fall out of love right? He needs to face the fact that Lesley is a dumb cheating whore," Jon snapped.

"No need to yell," Cassie started packing up her things. "i'm just saying."

"Leati Joe thinks that he needs somebody other than us to talk to. Just get him out of the room for a few hours. I'll text you when it's all clear."

"Alright," she got up. "I'll go see him, but if I can't get him out of the room?"

"Then I guess your room will be perfect," he smiled up at her.

"Is what you are doing ok with everyone?"

"Sex isn't against the law," he grinned.

"Please use the couch then. I'll bring you my key if I can't get him out ok?"

"I knew I liked you."

"I'm still on the fence about you."

"So is the rest of the world. Now go. I'll be here."

Cassie rolled her eyes but smiled at him. She then walked out of the pool area to the elevators. She quickly got on and hit the 2nd floor. When she got there she dropped her stuff off at her room and headed down to 224. She knocked on the door.

"Go away," she heard Colby's voice from the other side. She knocked again.

"House keeping," she called out in a loud voice. "I clean now," she tried mocking Peter Griffin. The door swung open and Colby stuck his head out.

"What the hell?"

"I have had my arm twisted to come up here and get you out of your room."

"I don't want to."

"I know you don't but if you don't that means I have to let Jon have sex in my room. And I don't think he will listen when I say use the couch. So get dressed and let's go. You don't have to talk or anything. I'll bore you with my life story."

Colby leaned up against the doorway.

"You do realize, Jon has his own room right?"

"Are you fucking serious?"

"As a heart attack."

"That sneaky little bastard," she looked away towards the elevator.

"That's Jon for you," Colby shrugged his shoulders. "Now, if you'll leave me…"

"Ya know it isn't good sulking in your room," Cassie looked back at him. "From experience, it's better to get out and not think about it."

She was right. Sitting in his room alone, thinking about Lesley was driving him crazy. He just didn't know how to get over it. He still was clueless on why they even broke up.

"And what exactly are we going to do?"

"I wanted to see a movie today. Let's go see it. Then after you can buy me dinner," she smiled at him.

"Only if it isn't a chick flick," he walked back into the room, grabbing his wallet and keys.

"Nope. I'm picking the goriest thing that's out. And then you are going to help me prank Jon for lying to me."

"Yeah?" He walked out and shut his door behind him. "Maybe today won't be so bad," he laughed as the two walked away.

He had to admit, he had an awesome time. Cassie kept to her word and picked the goriest and supposed to be scariest movie that was playing in the town they were in. The two laughed through the entire thing, getting stared at by others in the theatre.

They got stared at, and kept getting yelled at, that eventually they were asked to leave. They laughed the entire way out of the theatre and quickly found a small little diner to eat in.

"Man," Cassie started twirling her straw in her drink. "I wanted to see the ending to that movie."

"Everyone dies," Colby didn't look up from his menu.

"Really?" Cassie questioned, disappointment in her voice.

"No idea. I'm just assuming," he looked up and smiled. Cassie grabbed a bread stick and threw it at him. He ducked as it flew past him and hit the floor. "Let's not get us kicked out of here."

"Yes mommy," she picked up her menu. "Is it weird to say that I really want lasagna after seeing those brains splattered all over the floor?"

"I was about to say the same thing, so no," he laughed. He put the menu down on the counter. "You are one weird chick."

"Ya know," she put her menu down. "You guys have been telling me that a lot lately. Compliment taken, thank you." Colby shook his head, but continued to laugh.

"So I know how many siblings you have and that you like horror and heavy metal," he started up a conversation. "What else is there to know about you?"

"Um," she looked up in thought, leaning back in her chair. "Not a whole lot. When I'm not writing, I like to draw and paint. I was originally going to school for Graphic Design. I hate celebrating holidays and really hate chocolate…"

"Wait what? There's no way you don't like chocolate."

"I don't. I like dark chocolate, but I have to be like, I want some. Other than that," she shook her head. "Happy with out it. What else," she rubbed her chin. "I believe I was British in a past life because I'm obsessed with England and I love tea."

"You do realize there is more to being British than drinking tea right?"

"But it's essential."

Colby laughed at her again.

"How long have you been a fan of wrestling?" He asked her.

"Um, since, I don't know really. Ever since I could comprehend what was happening on tv. Stuck with it ever since."

"Always knew you wanted to write for the company?"

Their waiter walked up to the table. They quickly told him what they wanted, and he was on his way.

"No actually," Cassie continued on with the conversation, leaning her arms on the table. "When I was younger, I wanted to be a superstar."

"Really?" He looked at her shocked. He would have never have guessed that. She nodded her head, before leaning it on her hand. "What stopped you?"

"Didn't have a huge support system for it. Wanted to join all this stuff that would have kept me physically fit, but my mom thought it was just a phase. How wrong she was."

"There are plenty of us who didn't have a support system," he took a sip from his soda. "Didn't stop us."

"You don't know my parents. It was ok to watch and pretend, but if I wanted to actually do it, it was out of the question," she looked off in the distance. She didn't like talking about her family like that, but it was the truth.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to sound rude," Colby apologized.

"Nah it's not rude. It's just how my parents are. Love them to death, but they were dream crashers. Doesn't matter anyways," she looked back at him. "I wanted to wrestle the men. Can't do that without looking like a man myself."

"That's true."

"I'm better at creating characters. So how about you? When did you start being a fan?"

"Can't really remember either. Just started doing it in my late teens. Wrestlemania 22 was the one that I decided that it would be the last for me as a fan. Now here I am…"

"Already a tag team champ. Must be that damn good Rollins."

"I like to believe so. Not that it shows that much lately."

"That's just the company being idiots. All three of you are good, better than most in my opinion. I haven't watch a lot of Leati Joe's matches, but what I've seen of yours and Jon's from FCW, they were excellent. I mean, they did sign you guys. They have to see something in you."

"They saw something in Nexus to. Looked how that turned out."

"Touche," she said looking up in thought. "Well let's hope that I get pushed to main story lines. I would change a lot." She looked back down, noticing some kids hesitating coming over to the table. "I think you have visitors," she nodded her head towards them.

Colby turned to see the kids slowly walking over to them. They couldn't be much older than 10. Their parents, tried to usher them forward.

"He doesn't bite," Cassie smiled at them. "I promise and if he does, I'll beat him up for you."

The two little boys smiled as they rushed over, pads and pens in their hands.

"You're Seth Rollins right?" The taller of the two asked.

"Who else do you know with two colors in their hair?" Colby asked turning his attention to the kids.

"Kaitwyn!" The younger boy yelled out excitedly. Colby frowned as Cassie started laughing.

"Oh my God! That's awesome," she laughed out.

"Well, I'm obviously not Kaitlyn," he grabbed a bread stick and threw it at her.

"Hey!" she pointed it at him. "Behave. There are children present."

Colby rolled his eyes as he looked back at the kids.

"What can I do for you guys?"

"Oh can we pwease get a autogrwaph!?" The younger jumped up and down.

"Only if you guys can answer me one question…"

"Yeah!" They both said. Colby leaned in, as did the boys.

"Do you believe in The Shield?"

"Yeah!" Both of them yelled out. Colby smiled down at them.

"Well then how can I say no," he sat back up, holding his hands out for the pads and pens. The boys excitedly handed them over.

Cassie smiled as she watched the exchange. It wasn't the first time tonight that fans had stopped them, but it was the first time that they were this young. She thought that Colby handled it very well. Not a lot of kids take seeing heel characters real well.

He got up to take some pictures with the kids, people staring at them. She thought it was funny that WWE sells out arenas and has all this celebrity attention, but there were still people in the world that didn't know who they were.

"Sorry about that," he sat back down. Cassie looked at him.

"Don't be. It was cute."

"But it's happened a lot tonight."

"It's your job."

The waiter had come back and put their food on the table.

"If there is something that I have learned with all the meet and greets that I have done," she said cutting into her food. "You don't be an asshole to your fans."

"Yeah. I try to tell that to Jon and them. They don't like to listen to me though. Even Lesley gave me crap for it."

"Well that's their own fault. You handled that really well though. Their faces lit up when you asked them that question."

"To be honest, first time kids have come up to me. Usually their parents do because they are too scared."

"Ya did good kid."

"I'm older than you."

"Bah humbug."

"What?" He looked up at her.

"Hurry up, I want dessert."

The two walked back to the hotel, the weather really cool.

"Thanks for tonight by the way," he said as they walked up to the elevators. "Kept my mind off of her."

"Happy to help. I had fun. I felt like a celebrity standing next to you."

They walked onto the elevator when the doors opened.

"Yeah get ready to see them all over twitter."

"Which reminds me," she snapped her fingers. "Steph wanted to change my profile around."

"You have a twitter?"

"Yeah. I don't use it though. I think the last time I tweeted was back at 'Mania 29. Tweeted Barrett's web site rather than him."

"Seriously," he laughed.

"Yeah. I was a bit drunk. I don't really remember any of the matches. Just remember yelling steroids when Lesnar came out."

"Oh wow, wish I was there for that."

"No," she shook her head in shame. "I was a hot mess. Started drinking at 3 with no food in my system and continued when I got in and then when we left. It was bad."

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. The two walked out onto their floor. Some of the roster were out and about. It reminded Cassie of a college dorm hallway.

"We didn't think of a prank for Jon," he looked down at her.

"Oh don't worry. I got that all figured out," she smirked. "May need your help."

"I'm so there. He deserves it." They stopped at her door.

"Here I am," she slid her key into the machine, and opened her door. "Hope I didn't scare you off with my need for gore," she looked back up at him.

"Oh please. That's normal to me. When you start talking about unicorns is were I'm out."

"What about zombie unicorns?" Her head tilted to the side a bit.

"You're pushing it," he rubbed his chin. The two laughed. Colby shoved his hands in his pocket, not really knowing what to do. "So I'll see ya tomorrow?"

"Yes sir. I'll be at the arena tomorrow."

"Alright," he started to turn. "Thanks," he turned back to her. "Again," he hung his head. Well there went trying to make it not awkward.

"Stop," she laughed slightly. "No need to thank me. We're friends right?"

"Yeah."

"Then it was nice to help out a friend. You ever need someone to talk to, I'm right here," she held her fist out. Colby looked at her hand confused.

"What are you doing?" He asked, smirking.

"Isn't that the new hand shake," she punched the air and made an explosion sound as she opened her hand. Colby looked at her and started to slowly laugh. "No, well alright," she then walked into her room and shut the door. Colby busted out laughing.

"Priceless really!" He said as he headed back towards his room. He unlocked his door and headed in.

"Interesting don't you think?" Celeste asked Stu as they sat in the hallway.

"Very."

Ok so I want to apologize now, if I don't update for a few days. I'm trying to think of some story lines on my own rather than use the ones that are actually going on. I hate half of them so what better way than to do things my way right? And thanks for everyone who is reviewing, reading, favoring, and following. I don't normally allow people to read my stories, but coming on here everyday and seeing that number go up helps me know that this is exactly what I was born to do. Ok sentimental shit out of the way, lol. Review please :-D