"The match against Lita will be your last one. Have a nice day." Bischoff hung up.

Have a nice day? Oh, she would certainly have that.

"Matt, stop the car." She said in a choked voice.

"Kim, what's wrong?" Matt pulled over.

Kimberly unbuckled her seat belt and opened the door before looking back at Matt.

"The match against your girlfriend is my last match. Matt, I just got fired." She told him through tears.

"What? Kim-" Matt began, but Kimberly was out of the car.

She started jogging back towards the hotel. She needed to feel the burn of running a long distance. She had no idea what she was going to do. No more job. She'd have to call Bret. Rumor was that he was starting a wrestling school. Maybe he'd hire her.

Kimberly kept running, even as she heard someone shout her name. A female voice. Probably Trish Stratus, her best friend. But she ignored it, and kept running, until she reached the hotel.

It took several hours for Kimberly to calm down. She paced her room, shouting, screaming, and ignoring the knocks and calls coming from her door. Matt was worried about her, as were Scott Levy, Sean O'Haire, and Matt's brother, Jeff, all good friends of hers.

Finally, Kimberly sat down on her bed, and pulled out her cell phone, dialing Bret Hart's phone number. Bret was a good friend of hers, who was in rehab for his injured back.

"Hello?" A man answered.

"Bret?" Kimberly said, her voice small.

"Kim? What's wrong, sweetheart?" Bret asked, immediately worried.

"I just got fired. The championship match is my last." She whispered.

"Oh, damn, Kim. That sucks, honey." Bret said.

"I'm going to need a job." She told him.

"You want a position as my assistant?" He asked.

"I'd love to help out, Bret." Kimberly replied.

"Then consider yourself hired." Bret promised.

"Thanks, Bret."

"Anytime, sweetheart. Take care of yourself."

"I will."

Three Months Later

"Kim?" Bret stood outside the bathroom door, his brown eyes full of concern as he knocked on the wood.

"Go. Away." Kimberly groaned from inside the bathroom, sounding rather miserable.

Finally, Kimberly opened the door, and looked up at her friend, rather pale. She felt terrible, since she had mainly come to Calgary to help him run his wrestling school, but lately she'd been so sick she could barely move in the mornings. And now, she had a sneaking suspicion as to why she always felt so sick. Her period was late. Very late.

"I'm taking you to the doctor, Kim." Bret nodded quickly, and started for the stairs.

"I don't need a doctor, Bret. I know what's wrong. I'm pregnant."

Five Years and Six Months Later

-Mid-2005

"Mommy! Mommy! Uncle Scott isn't playing fair!" Four year old Mackenzie Copeland shouted, running into the room where Kim and Bret were practicing with some wrestling students.

Kim looked up, and quickly climbed out of the ring as her daughter neared it. Scott slipped in behind Mackenzie, a mischievous look on his face.

"Scott, stop trying to corrupt my daughter." Kim rolled her eyes above her daughter's head.

"I was just teaching the kid to play poker. I didn't realize that she had her mother's eye for catching me stack the deck." Scott shrugged simply.

"Scott! You had to cheat to beat a five year old?" Bret grinned, leaning against the ropes.

"He already lost to me once." Mackenzie announced proudly.

"That's awesome, Princess." Bret smiled at her.

Mackenzie blushed slightly as Kim ruffled her curly, dark locks.

"Hey, Kim! The phone's for you! Someone named Stephanie Levesque!" One of the students shouted.

Kim stared for a moment, then hurried to the phone. Nodding to the student, she took the phone into the adjoining room, where no one else was, adjusting the back of her sports bra that she wore when she was working with the students and training herself.

"Steph?" Kim said incredulously.

"Hey, Kim. How are you, honey?" Stephanie McMahon-Levesque, the daughter of the chairman of the WWE, formerly WWF, laughed.

"Pretty good. How are you?" Kim replied.

"I'm fine. How's that adorable daughter of yours? Didn't she just turn five?" Stephanie asked.

"She's fine. Yeah, and she just beat Scott Levy in five card stud." Kim told her.

"That's hilarious." Stephanie paused. "Listen, Kim, the reason I'm calling is that me, Shane and Dad all think it's time for you to come back to professional wrestling. The fans miss you, and I miss seeing you on a regular basis. Hell, the only one here that sees you on a regular basis is Trish."

"Yeah, I know. I'm kind of in seclusion up here in Calgary." Kim stopped as Stephanie's words comprehended. "Wait, did you just say that you want to rehire me?"

Stephanie laughed. "Yes, I did. In fact, I want you and that adorable kid of yours on the next plane to New York City for tonight's Monday Night RAW. And we're not telling anyone but some of the Divas about you. Not even Bischoff is going to know."

"What do I need to bring, besides Mackenzie?" Kim asked.

"A bikini. You're going to be in a bikini contest. And make it a good one. I want everyone to drool." Stephanie insisted.

"Stephanie Marie McMahon Levesque, I just had a kid five years ago." Kim protested.

"And I'm betting fifty bucks that you look better than ever. I know you, Kimberly Copeland, and I know that you've been working out and training like hell."

"I repeat. I just had a kid, Steph."

"Kim. What are you wearing right now?"

"That was low."

"I'm just smart like that."

"Fine, we'll take the earliest plane we can get. Will you meet me at the airport?"

"With Paul."

"I'll call you when I know the times, Steph."

"Bye!"

Kim hung up, and leaned back against the wall, disbelief flowing through her. It was much like the disbelief she had felt when she found out that she was pregnant with Matt Hardy's child. Kim had never told Matt, mainly because of his relationship with Amy. And Mackenzie was growing up fine without a father. She had several 'uncles', including Scott, Bret, Tommy, Sean, and Paul Levesque, Stephanie's husband. And then there was 'Aunt' Trish, who spoiled Mackenzie rotten, and 'Aunt' Stephanie, who did the same. No, Mackenzie wasn't lacking from Matt's absence, and Kim never brought him up. And not to mention her real uncle, Jason, who had come to Calgary after his sister three years before, on his knees, begging her forgiveness. Now, they were as close as ever, and Jason adored his niece, but Adam knew nothing about her.

Sighing, Kim walked back into the training room, and was immediately aware of everyone staring at her.

"I've been rehired! Mackenzie and I are leaving for New York City for Monday Night RAW tonight!" Kim announced proudly.

Clapping broke out as Bret and Scott hugged her tightly.

"Mommy, I don't want to leave Uncle Bret's!" Mackenzie said.

"We're going to see Aunt Trish, and Aunt Stephanie and Uncle Paul in New York, sweetheart." Kim said. "And Uncle Jay will be there, too."

"We are?" The five year old's big dark eyes widened.

"Yep. So let's go pack and get ready, 'cause Aunt Stephanie wants to see us soon." Kim smiled.

It didn't take long for Kim to have herself and Mackenzie packed and ready to go. Bret had called the airport, and reserved two seats on the next plane to New York City for them.

Several hours later, Kim walked off of the plane, a very sleepy Mackenzie holding her hand. True to their word, Stephanie and Paul were standing by the gate, waiting for them. Paul quickly scooped Mackenzie into his arms, where the little girl promptly fell asleep. Stephanie smiled at Kim.

"Long flight?" The brunette asked.

"Not really. More like boring flight." Kim smiled in return.

"Poor things. You're staying at the same hotel as us, and Trish. We got you two your own room. I thought you'd like that better than rooming with someone, especially with Trish's fiancé staying with her." Stephanie said.

"That's fine. I want to be careful around Jeff anyways." Kim said softly, her eyes on Mackenzie.

"She does look like him." Stephanie said in a low whisper.

Only Bret, Scott, Jason, Trish, Stephanie, Paul, Vince and Linda knew who Mackenzie's father was. Kim didn't have the strength to tell anyone but them.

"I know. That's what I'm afraid of." Kim told the daughter of the boss.

A while later, Kim and Mackenzie were settled in their room at the Hilton Hotel in New York, and Mackenzie was sound asleep on one of the two beds. A knock on the door startled Kim, and she hurried to answer it.

"Hey, Trish, Jeff." Kim smiled at her best friend and her fiancé.

"Hi, Kim." Trish peeked in the room. "Is she asleep?"

"Yeah," Kim nodded.

"Who are you talking about?" Jeff asked.

"My daughter. I don't think you've met her." Kim smiled rather hesitantly.