It All Started With A Kiss

by Riley-Mizfit

Carly is Mike 'The Miz' Mizanin's friend. But she has grown attached to his NXT rookie Alex Riley. Miz plays matchmaker for the two, what will become of it?

255. Raw Gets Rocked

It's back to the beginning of the week again. Mike and Alex had gotten into Boston yesterday, and since the flight was long they took the whole day to rest up for tonight. Alex is in yet another Superstars match this week, figured with the 3-hour time slot, they'd fit him in somewhere, but I guess not. They were more than happy to see us yesterday when we went to go get them from the airport. And every since Alex found out that Bear was in fact Aaliyah, he has just been more cuter with talking to her than before. In fact that is what he's doing now, talking to her while rubbing my stomach.

"I do need to get ready you know, I'm not done yet."

"Awww."

"You have all night to talk to her."

"True..." He agrees and lets me up.

"But don't worry, she'll be moving around in there for you eventually, if she doesn't hear from you."

Alex chuckles.

"Of course she will."

I get off the bed and go finish getting ready.

"Okay okay relax. Away from daddy for just few minutes and you're already moving around." I say to Liyah as I finish up everything, before coming out of the bathroom.

"She already misses you."

Alex grins and lifts my shirt a bit so he can kiss my stomach.

"Its okay baby girl. Daddy's right here."

"Had daddy time all day, and you're not with her for a few minutes she goes crazy."

"Well I'm guessing its because I was away for so long."

"That's probably it, yeah."

"If she gets to be too much then just let me know."

"I will."

"Are we ready to go then?"

"Yeah, I'm all set."

We grab our things and go down to the car. In Aly's room, she's just finished getting ready herself.

"I can't see my feet." She pouts.

"I know, but I think you look fine."

She twitches and then looks at her stomach.

"Sweetie, your daddy is right there. Is it really necessary to kick mommy in the ribs?"

"Anything I can do to help?" Mike asks.

"I think it'll have to wait until we get there for that. In the meantime, you can help me get my shoes on if you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all."

She sits on the bed and he brings her shoes over and gets them on for her.

"Thank you babe."

"Anytime."

He helps her up and she puts her jacket on before picking up her purse.

"Ready." She declares.

"So am I."

He grabs his bag and they head down to the car. Soon we are at the arena and we head inside. We go right to the room this time, not stopping at the locker room for Mike.

"No match?"

"Nope."

"Seriously? That's not cool."

"Yeah, but hey more time to spend with you and Savannah while we're backstage. Besides the little segment I have to do later."

"True."

"She does love her daddy time." She giggles.

"Very much." She adds.

"Especially since he hasn't been around for two weeks." I mention.

"Mmhmm." She nods.

"Liyah was the same way earlier. I stepped away from Alex for just a few minutes and she had started going crazy."

"Aww."

"Someone's a daddy's girl."

"She isn't alone." Aly laughs, patting her belly.

"I think they're gonna have the twin thing like us." She adds.

"That would be funny."

"Oh yes."

We all laugh. She reaches out and grabs Mike's hand, lacing her fingers with his. The show soon starts and after the intro and the pyros and the usual introduction to the show, Justin introduced Cole.

"Ugh, go away."

Aly shifts and gets comfortable against Mike, snuggling into him.

"Cole's stupid but we've already established that."

"Except for when it involves you or Mike."

"True."

He comes running out, extra happy and everything, getting into the ring.

"Can I have your attention please?"

"NO."

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to a...very special Monday Night Raw Supershow. Now I know it seems like an eternity, but finally Jim Ross has shown some guts and he's here in Boston tonight."

"Oh god no. Not that stupid challenge that Cole had set up for the past few weeks."

"Well hopefully JR wins."

"To take the Michael Cole Challenge."

"And I hope you loooose...please."

"Now I know that Thanksgiving Parade isn't until next week, but right now I'd like to introduce to you, well the closest thing the WWE has to a...cartoon float. Ladies and gentlemen, good ol' JR..Jim Ross."

"You know I sense that Cole will cheat in some way or do something."

"Wouldn't shock me."

"Hey JR, glad you could make it. Hey listen, the competition's simple. There are going to be three challenges. If you win all three, you get your job back as the voice of Monday Night Raw, and I will quit."

"Good."

"Good riddance."

"So JR uh...any questions? Anyhow, thanks for the comment. I'd like to start things off with a...well a competition that you all know and love. Ladies and gentlemen, let's kick off this competition with...some arm wrestling."

"You're kidding me right?

"Apparently not."

"Hey referee, get in here so this...this fat tub of goo doesn't do any cheating in this event."

"If anyone's cheating, it'll be you." I remark.

"Mmhmm."

Cole takes his jacket off, rolling up his sleeves, just taking his time to get ready. They get ready to arm wrestle, but Cole pulls away and walks away...stretching out.

"You don't need to freaking stretch, just arm wrestle him you wuss."

Cole finally gets back to the table and goes to lock hands again, but he pulls away again and grabs chalk from the middle of the table and puts it all over his hands.

"Oh...my...god...you don't need that crap!"

"He's stalling."

They finally are ready and lock hands and once the ref lets their hands go, JR wins it immediately and the Cole's face was priceless.

"Ahahahaha! One to nothing!"

"Hah."

"In your face Cole!"

"Wait a minute..hey ref...wait a minute. You started that a little too quick. No, you know what, hey...I'm just joshing with you all. I actually...I gave up. I gave up because...because...because your barbecue breath is so revolting, it smells like spoiled meat out here. I was about to pass out. In fact the referee had tears in his eyes. Absolutely disgusting."

"Anyhow, so you're up one nothing. It doesn't matter, because now we move on...oh do we want to see this again?" Cole says about the replay of the arm wrestling.

"Look look look, see? I couldn't breathe. Look, I couldn't breathe JR, I couldn't breathe."

"Psh, whatever."

"Okay so you're up one nothing. You're up one nothing. Oh we got to keep showing this? Go ahead Jim Ross, what'd you do pay him off here? You show this replay again? Me losing, again? Oh you guys love that don't you? You love it don't you? Yeah, you love it."

"You're damn right we love it."

"Hell yeah."

"Okay, you're up one nothing JR. There's no way however, that I lose this next competition. In fact, I'm undefeated in this competition. I am so confident in my ability to win, that I am going to allow you the WW Universe, all of you who despise me so much, to actually vote on who you believe wins this next competition."

"Well that was dumb because you know they'll all vote for JR."

"Yup."

"Because this next competition JR, is a dance competition."

"Oh god." I facepalm.

"Not this again."

"Hit my music." Cole says, grabbing a red scarf out of a bag, and putting the mic down.

Music plays and he does the most goofiest, yet dumbest dancing ever. When the music ended, everyone booed him.

"Even when you dance goofy, you dance better than him." Aly says to Mike.

"Because I have rhythm, he doesn't."

"Very true."

"What do you think? So JR, what do you say, you forfeit?"

"Well here's the deal...I'm gonna need a little help folks. I want you to get up if you feel like it, clap your hands and we'll get this on. Play my music!"

He takes his jacket off as music plays for him, and JR was way better than Cole.

"Ahaha! He's got more rhythm than Cole!"

"That's great." Aly laughs.

"Well I...I mean...I have to admit, you actually showed me something there Jim, I've got to admit it. You know what? Too bad the fat boys broke up, or you'd have a job for the rest of your life. Anyhow, I did say I'd leave it in your hands, so all of you who believe that my undefeated streak in dance competitions stay intact, let me hear it."

"Booooooo."

"What shock. Okay, who thought JR won the dance competition?"

"I would say by the crowd's cheers, that he wins. Two to nothing."

"In the hallowed halls of the Garden in Boston Massachusetts, ladies and gentlemen. Where legends are made, it has come down to this. It has come down to the moment of truth. It has come down to Jim Ross two, Michael Cole zero."

"JR your career, my career, they're both on the line. Because of you win this next event, you go back to Raw's lead announcer. And Michael Cole leaves the WWE forever! Well guess what JR, you're about to pull the biggests choke job since the Boston Red Sox. Because this next competition is one that I would like to call simply...who weighs less."

"Well that ain't fair."

"Hey listen, hey..you know what? Being the good sport that I am, I'll go first JR so that you can bat the clean up hole."

Cole steps up first and it's not working correctly so he fixes it.

"Okay let's see if this thing is working now."

He steps up again and the scale reads 200 pounds.

"200 hot pounds." Cole states.

"Hot? Um ewww."

"Ewwww. Gag me."

"Okay JR, go ahead big boy. Hey you like to tweet and tell the world how much weight you lost, well here you go...your opportunity. Hey hey, miracles do happen. Do you believe in miracles Boston?"

JR steps up and of course he weighs more then Cole.

"Awww too bad. 239 pounds. Jim Ross, thanks for playing. You lose! The winner of the Michael Cole challenge is me Michael Cole, and still the voice of the WWE." Cole says and Punk's music interrupts him.

"Oh boy."

"You've got to be kidding me! You're kidding right? You're kidding right? This is my show! This is my moment! This is my challenge! You have no business being out here!" Cole goes off ranting as Punk makes his way to the ring.

"How dare you? How dare you interrupt this...my moment, my celebration."

"How dare I interrupt this, 'cause it was going oh so well wasn't it?"

"It was going great, it was great."

"Your time is up Michael Cole, your time is up."

"I know you probably think that all of this has nothing to do with me, but it really does. See once it became painfully obvious...keyword...painfully obvious that you weren't actually going to give a legitimate shot to JR at getting his job back. This whole thing became a colossal waste of time."

"Thank you!"

"A whole, giant colossal waste of time, except for JR dancing. That...that was awesome. And now we know good ol' JR is better at dancing than you, we know he can beat you at arm wrestling, he weighs more than you...big deal, but he's also a better announcer than you are."

"Amen."

"We knew all these things already, thus making this entire Michael Cole show a colossal waste of time. It's a colossal waste of my time, it's a colossal waste of the audience's time. And speaking of time, your fifteen minutes of fame is up. You had your Wrestlemania moment, it's for you to go see ya' bye bye, I want you to leave."

"Between you, John 'Funkman' Laurinaitis and Alberto Del Rio, this show is becoming absolutely unbearable."

"Absolutely."

"See all these people here...wishing they had a remote in their hands so they can fast forward anytime you have a microphone in your hand."

"Yup...that or just mute him."

"Too true."

"And it's bad enough that any given Monday Night, for two hours we have to your praddling behind that booth. Tonight's three hours, it's a three hour show and it already feels like you've been out here for six."

"He has that part right."

"You see, I want this show to be entertaining and I want it to be interesting, and that's exactly what I plan on doing when I become the new WWE Champion. You see when I'm champion, I will do whatever it takes. I will compete ten times, I will do commentary, I will referee, I will be the guest ring announcer, I will be the time keeper, the bell keeper, I'll hold a camera, I'll hold a microphone. I'll do whatever it takes to make this show as good as it can be. And I'm here right now to start with taking the spotlight off of your...spray-tanned, phony, worthless, untalented..."

"Punk! Punk..."

"Oh look Laryngitis."

"Ugh. What crap will he spew next?"

"Speaking of untalented..."

"I've got to say I'm disappointed. According to my Twitter page, which by the way is 38,000 followers, they wanted to see the competition and not see it broken up."

"Oh yeah? Well screw you and your 38,000 Twitter followers."

"You just don't get it do you? I care about my Twitter followers, like I care about the WWE Universe okay? And I'm gonna give each and every one of you what I think you're interested in seeing tonight. Six days before you compete for the WWE title, tonight Punk you will team up with the world's largest athlete The Big Show. To face the team of Mark Henry and the man you will face at Surivor Series, the WWE Champion Alberto Del Rio. Good luck."

"Boring."

"Hahahaha...hahahaha. Oh boy hahaha. Well it looks like the pipe bomb blew up in your face didn't it Punk? Now we're gonna take care of my business. I demand that you apologize to me. Tell me you're sorry. Tell me you're sorry for all those hurtful things that you just said. Tell me that you are sorry." Cole demands, and Punk just gives the camera an amused look before headbutting Cole and then giving him the Anaconda Vice.

"Bahaha serves you right Cole. Punk just earned some points with that."

"Agreed."

Backstage a limo pulls up with Matt Striker giving us the play by play of who's arriving.

"Okay, this is it. The moment the entire world has been waiting for. The return to Monday Night Raw, of arguably one of the greatest superstars in WWE history. It's been trending all day on Twitter, he has vowed to address the WWE Universe live on Monday Night Raw."

The driver walks around and opens the door at the end of the limo and none other to get out was Mick Foley.

"Nice."

"Mick Foley, what're you doing here?"

"I wouldn't miss the Rock's return to Raw for anything. As you can see, I've spared no expense and believe me that is an expense. But tonight is a night that neither the Rock or John Cena will ever forget. It's great to be back...right here in Boston, Massachusetts."

"Commercials...blehhh."

"Dovremmo dare loro i loro presenti ora"? Aly asks me.

I grin and nod in agreement. Mike and Alex look at us curiously.

"We have presents for you two."

"Presents?"

"Yes."

She moves off the couch and goes over to where the bags are and she hands me one so I can give it to Alex, and she grabs the other so she can give it to Mike. We hand them the bags and they open them eagerly. We grin and snicker at their eagerness. They each end up holding a copy of the same magazine, a pregnancy one with the two of us on the cover.

"When did you have this done?" Mike asks.

"While you two were gone. We were going to tell you but we decided it would be a good surprise for when you got home."

"Yeah, we have an interview in the magazine too." I add.

"Ooooh."

"It's basically about how we deal with being pregnant on the road and everything."

Almost instantly, they open the magazines and they find where our interview is and they start reading it. We laugh and watch them.

"Awwww." Alex says outloud, and I grin since I know he read what I had said about him briefly in the interview.

"Love you too." He smiles, kissing my cheek.

"I know." I smile back.

Aly waits to see Mike's reaction to her comments about him.

"I love you and Savvy very much too." He says, putting the magazine down for a moment to wrap her in a hug, and he kisses her briefly.

She steals another kiss before letting him go back to the magazine. After finishing reading it, they put the magazines down.

"That was a great surprise."

"We're happy to hear that."

"The pictures are great too." Mike adds.

"Thank you."

"You're very welcome."

Soon the tag team match was over, and I happen to look over at the screen and see Cody without the mask now.

"No mask? You mean he finally got rid of the plastic garbage?"

"Gasp."

"Good, now he'll actually look decent for once."

"I know right?"

"Just as long as he doesn't go back to that dashing gimmick, I think we're good."

"Even though it was kind of funny how girly he was."

"Girly Man." I snicker.

"Yep." Aly laughs.

"Don't forget the lip gloss tips episode."

"Oh yeah."

While Cody is leaving the ring, the Rock is seen arriving and walking through the halls backstage before going to another commercial. After the commercial, Santino was backstage playing the new WWE 12 game, being the Rock and he's beating up John.

"Hey Broski. I was wondering if you could go online and sign my petition, so I can get a you know...a US title match." Zack says, as he comes into view of the camera.

"Can't you see I'm busy having the Rock beat up John Chena in the special 'People's Edition' of the new WWE 12 video games?"

"People's edition?"

"Oh yes. It's by pre-order only. And not only do you get the Rock as a character, you get a special cover with the Rock on it. Did you know that there was a vote between John Chena and the Rock to see who would be on the cover? And the Rock won by a landslide."

"Please. The Rock can win all the video game cover contests that he wants. But in the ring, my broski John Cena will beat the Rock every night of the week."

"Did you not hear what I said?"

"Yeah you said-"

"It doesn't matter what I say!"

"Bro, it doesn't matter, listen. We got to agree on this. The Rock and John Cena are gonna destroy the Miz and R-Truth at Survivor Series bro."

"Woo woo woo, you knows it."

"So would you mind signing my petition?"

"Sure."

"Sick."

"And he's a dork."

"Of course."

Ringside was JR and Jerry since Cole was not around at the moment.

"Excuse me! Excuse me!"

"Oh good lord."

"I wish she'd lose her voice. I really do."

"I'm surprised she hasn't yet."

"I know."

"I'm here tonight to let all of you know, that there is some bad news. Earlier today, wwe dot com reported that Christian has suffered a serious ankle injury during last week's European tour."

"Yeah, good...but how does that affect you exactly?"

"Oh boohoo."

"After also sustaining a neck injury on Smackdown...excuse me! The bad news, Christian is out of Survivor Series."

"Poor baby." Aly mocks.

"What's discouraging to me though, is that wwe dot com could not write that it was Teddy Long's incompetence that forced an injured Christian to compete! But I have good news. Are you ready for my good news?"

"If you're leaving Raw and going to Smackdown for good, then yes I am happy."

"I have spoken to my dear friend John Laurinaitis, and I'm so happy to announce that my-" Vickie starts to say but is cut off by Dolph.

"I am happy to announce that your United States Champion and official show stealer of Raw, is now officially on Team Barrett. It's...it's actually funny to me that you call it Team Barrett, when I'm the one with the championships, the looks, the skills, the charisma, the girls, the list goes on and on. And by the way, how damn good am I at this?"

"Not very."

"What's most important, is that I am officially...officially in action at Survivor Series this Sunday. But tonight it's onto bigger things literally. I am taking on something that is more cyborg than man. A superstar with two first names and no clue. I'm talking about the giant Mason Ryan."

"You mean the man that can beat you?"

"And he's just gonna get a little taste of what Team Orton has in store for this Sunday at Survivor Series."

"Uh huh...we'll see about that...Ziggles."

After the quick break, Cole is ringside with Laryngitis and he has a sling over his arm.

"Oh come on, what a baby. You're not really hurt so take that stupid thing off, you wuss."

They walk over to the announce table and Laurinaitis instructs JR to take his headset off and leave, and he does so peacefully as Mason Ryan comes out.

"Absolutely ridiculous. I'll tell you what it's about, JR's been fired again like he should've been. He should've never come out here and try to take my job. And I'm gonna tell you right now, I just spoke with David Otunga in the back. I am gonna sue CM Punk for everything he's worth. For that assault on me, an unprovoked attack. I have to go through a Catscan and MRI after the show tonight, I may have a dislocated shoulder, I may have torn tendons, I may have a broken arm, I don't even know if I'm going to be able to use my arm again."

"Oh my god, SHUT UP."

Aly sighs.

"Hungry." She mumbles.

"Catering or something from the snacks I brought?" I ask.

"Hmm...normally I'd say your stash but I'm craving strawberries and spaghetti salad."

"Okay."

"I'll go with you this time. That way we all get our alone time with each other." Mike says.

"Sounds good."

Mike gets up first and then holds his hand out to help her up fro the couch. She takes it and he carefully pulls her up. She kisses him quickly and then they head out of the room and down to catering. When they get to catering, Mike insists that she sit down at a table while he gets everything for her. She watches him, smiling softly while unconciously rubbing her belly. He comes over to the table shortly after with what she wanted.

"Thank you daddy." She kisses his cheek as he scoots a chair close to hers.

"You're welcome."

She starts eating while he rubs her stomach. And he of course talks to Savannah at the same time. He grins as she moves in response.

"Oh just wait until she starts stretching out, you'll really be able to feel her." She giggles.

"I'm still waiting for that." He chuckles.

"Oh she'll do it sooner or later."

"Depending on her, there'll be a hand, a foot, anything."

Mike laughs a bit. She finishes the spaghetti salad, and decides to take a small break before eating the strawberries. In the meantime, she puts her hands on her belly, pushing gently and feeling around.

"She's laying here." She traces her shape on her stomach.

"Her head is down there, and he feet are up here." She adds, tapping the spots gently.

"And you know all that by just feeling around..."

"The doctor showed me."

"Ohhh."

"Here, let me show you." She says and she takes his hand, showing him how to gently press enough to feel parts of Savvy's body.

"Wow."

"I know." She smiles.

"Sometimes if you do that, she'll react to it."

"Like that." She laughs when she moves.

"Someone knows I can feel her." Mike chuckles.

"I think so daddy."

"You have the magic touch I swear." She adds.

Mike laughs.

"You do too."

"Yeah but its harder for me to give proper massages with this belly of mine."

"That's okay."

"This is more important." He leans down and kisses her stomach.

"Careful, she might get you."

He manages to move in time and they both laugh.

"She almost got you."

"Almost."

"She really wants to get you."

"She'll have to keep trying."

"Oh she will."

She then reaches out for the strawberries. She grabs a few and starts to eat them. She offers one to Mike silently.

"Thank you." He says, taking it.

She laughs as he nips her fingers since he took it with his teeth.

"Piranha."

He just gives her an innocent look.

"My goofy piranha." She giggles, nuzzling his cheek.

"I love you too."

"I know you do."

"And I love you." She adds.

She kisses him gently.

"Can you go get another thing of strawberries? I might want more before the night is over."

"Yeah of course."

"Thank you much." She says as he gets up.

"Anything for you."

"I know."

Then he goes over and gets another thing of strawberries, before coming back.

"Back to the room." She says, getting up while still holding the first container of strawberries.

He nods and she gets up, then they both start heading back to the room.

"I feel like a penguin." She mutters.

"But you like penguins."

"I do...it's just awkward to be waddling like one."

"Right."

"We do have a penguin baby then." She giggles, patting her belly.

"Our little penguin." Mike chuckles.

"Mmhmm."

They get back to the room, to see that Mick Foley is out in the ring.

"What'd we miss?"

"Zack was backstage and he got Mick to sign his petition and they were acting all goofy and whatnot." I explain.

"Ah, sounds like fun."

"Thank you...for that very warm response. As a Kansas farm girl once said, there's no place like home."

"So while it's great fun to be back here in WWE where I belong, I came out here to talk about serious business. Most of you know, this Sunday at Survivor Series, we'll be seeing an epic confrontation featuring one of the greatest tag team combinations of all time. Now they're saying never before and never again, but I'd like to think that maybe they could do it again. Maybe one day for...the Rock and Cena connection."

"He has a point there."

"I'm talking about one of my best friends The Rock...and his tag team partner John Cena. See that's the problem...that's the problem. And while I respect everybody's right to their own opinion, I would like to think to see John Cena in more of the way that I see him...as one of the greatest performers in WWE history."

"That's okay, that's okay. So tonight I know I have a task in front of me, and I'm gonna do what I do best. I'm gonna fix things and make then right, and I'm gonna do that by introducing my good friend...Mr. John Cena."

"You know, we need to hang out with him. We haven't done that in a while." Aly says to me.

"Oh yeah. I'm sure the girls wanna hang out with their uncle." I laugh.

"Of course." She laughs too.

"Oh, wait...John doesn't know that Bear is a girl yet."

"Oh, right."

"Ooooh he's gonna be excited."

"Yeah."

He does the same as always, getting into the ring and standing there with Mick Foley with a big smile on his face.

"Can you believe this? The sold out, excited TD Garden here in Boston. Mick Foley...invites me to join him in the ring. Mick...thank you. Here's the thing though, the Rock and I...we don't need to be friends to be a tag team. I know what you're trying to do, I respect it, but when I asked the Rock to be my partner, it was because it was fantastic. He's electrifying. He's the most electrifying man in all of entertainment. I didn't ask the Rock to be my partner because he's my friend."

"Hold on John, I know that. I know that and maybe I...maybe I pushed things a little bit when I referred to us being good friends. I think it could be more truthful to say that we spend a little time together, we know each other. Our relationship is forged more on a mutual respect. Am I right?"

"I like everybody else here, respect the hell out of Mick Foley. For everything that he's done. You're absolutely correct."

"I think I can sum it up, of it being something of a tale of two writing. The truth...2006...I watched, I observed. I've seen your matches, I saw people responding, but I watched how you interacted with the people backstage and I wrote you a letter by hand expressing my admiration for the fact that you treated everybody in the WWE locker room with respect. From the bottom guy in the wrong to the very biggest superstar in the dressing room, and that makes you in my book a hell of a man."

"Now where I got a little trouble is by doing this relatively new Twitter thing. You can follow me...MickFoley. Where I took to the airwaves after Raw and I said, hey I think it's about time that everyone started showing a little bit more appreciation for the legacy of great matches that John Cena has had in WWE. It was like a firestorm of controversy...a firestorm, and something of an expert, I think you're among the very best to ever step foot inside this ring. Take a good look at this shirt John...take a good look. Once it was two, and now it is one. Once it was torn apart, now it is brought together and tonight right here in Boston, Massachusetts. I would like to be the thread, that like this shirt, brings you and the Rock together. I've done it before, I can do it again, how you may ask? By doing this...this John Cena, is your life!"

Mick points to the tron, and creepy music plays and 'This Is Your Life' comes across the tron in black and white.

"I...don't think this is good idea. I saw this before...you've done-"

"Nonsense. Roll the emotionally powerful video tribute. Do it now yeah."

Then an album type thing comes onto the screen with John's name at the top and 'This Is Your Life' down the bottom. It's a picture slideshow and video slideshow of his life from when he grew up in West Newbury.

"Awwwww, he was a cute baby!"

"Awwww!"

"Even as a kid he was a dork."

Then it comes to a picture where he had a mohawk type hairdo.

"Pfffft! Ohhhh what was he thinking?" I crack up.

"Yup."

When the thing ended, John had a look on his face that was embarrassment or a look that showed that he was going to cry or something.

"I told you it'd be powerful."

"Gah...that was uh...what song did you use?" John asks, cracking up.

We all laugh.

"Listen, you're gonna remember this voice John. A voice from your past, someone very special let's hear it!"

"You're up Johnny!"

"Hahaha, that's right. It's your little league coach from West Newbury Massachusetts, Mr. Will Grey!"

His coach comes out and down to the ring and hugs him, but he doesn't hug back...being embarrassed and all.

"John's at a loss for words. But I'd like you to share with all of us, the story you told me. Go ahead coach."

"It's the bottom of the 6th, West Newbury down by a run. Bases are loaded, two outs, all we needed was a base hit. And John...struck out."

"Oops. Poor Sully." Aly laughs.

"I...I struck out looking...looking."

"I told him that failing that spot, would help him become a better man. But that didn't keep Johnny from crying his eyes out all day."

"Awww."

"Thank you coach. I think you've proved your point here. Those tears are dry now and you've overcome. It's alright, because everybody strikes out once in a while."

"You're striking out with this whole thing right now."

"If you managed to turn that frown upside down, that's exactly what I'm gonna do right now...because there's someone else from your past, someone I found, someone you're gonna remember really well, somebody instrumental. The beginning years for you here in WWE. Let's hear from him right now."

"Boo-yah, John! Remember when we used to roll like this?"

"We're talking about you're old rap partner B-Squared...Bull Buchanan."

Then they show John back in 2003 on Smackdown, his rapper gimmick.

"Oh...my...god." I crack up.

Aly starts laughing too.

"Wonderful...so wonderful." John says, showing an embarrassed smile.

Then Mick introduces him and he walks down to the ring.

"He's actually here, he's actually here...Bull Buchanan everybody. This ought to be fantastic."

"It's good to see you."

"It is great to see you."

"Now you mentioned to me that John was really instrumental in your history here in WWE? Would you like to share that with all of us right now."

"John Cena was the greatest tag team partner I've ever had...bar none...bar none. John, I don't wanna get emotional or mushy, but teaming with you...was the greatest time of my life."

"It was...it was. You know I mean, we eventually broke up. All great tag teams do. But I mean look at you. Look at you. One of the greatest superstars, made into one of the greatest superstars of all time. Yeah! I mean for me...it's been alright, I mean I got fired you know...didn't see that coming. Uh...got fired, the old lady left me, she divorced me..took off. Lost all my money in a ponzie scheme, that was a whole lot of fun. Oh and you know to top it off John, remember the dog...remember my dog? Yeah he bit...right there on my arm...yeah...gave me rabies, pretty much finished my career. So you know what John, I guess what I'm trying to say is...you ruined my life!"

"Well finally something worse than the ShockMaster."

"He just said he wanted to come back...that did not go well. But I have somebody back there who truly loves you. I know..."

"I'll give you once chance."

"...because he told me. John he's...he's your father."

"Awwwwww!"

"Awwwwww."

"Please welcome to Raw, John Cena Sr.!"

"Thank you very very much Mick. I'd like to say something to the WWE Universe. Especially those testosterone jacked up apes out there, who keep chanting 'Cena Sucks'. You know what? Cena doesn't suck, YOU suck."

"Ahahahaha. That's awesome."

"Poor John, he's so embarrassed."

"How dare you hassle my son? Do you have any idea how hard he works? Look...little children love him...so...let's be cool, let's boo him."

"They're...they're definitely going to now."

"You're not cool, you're losers! You're not one half the man my so-" John cuts his father off.

"Dad dad, I..I know what you're trying to do...uh..I love you...I love you. This is...this is awful, this is not the time for this. I'll tell you what, I'll see you backstage, we'll hit up Kowloon later on don't worry about it. This is just...not the time. You see...no no no. Because I knew what he was trying to do Mick, and that's not me, I've never told anybody how to feel about me. Everybody in this building, even The Rock backstage. They can feel however they want about me. Mick, that wasn't my life. This...this here, this is my life. This 20 by 20 box, being in front of these people, being here whether they want to boo me or they want to cheer me, my two feet in this ring is all I have."

"That's what I'm gonna show on Sunday at Survivor Series and listen...I'm gonna save you the trouble. This is one of wrestling greatest catastrophies right up there with the Gobbly Gooker. This...is done. I'm doing-"

"Wait wait wait wait, I will grant you this has not gone well thus far. But I'm gonna salvage it, I paid a lot money. To tell you the truth, I'm a little bit disappointed with the people here treating you with this type of disrespect. I've got about 5 people lined up back here but..."

"Who are you gonna bring out next Frank the Clown?"

"No, I'm gonna bring out the best one first. Okay? She has eyes clear as a blue Texas sky. Breath like mountain strawberries. Do you remember when she said that..." Mick is cut off by Rock's music.

"Oh jeez."

"Oh lord."

The Rock comes out and just Rock Bottoms Mick before leaving the ring.

"Oookay."

"...right..."

After the break was a match against Sheamus and Jack Swagger. Vickie started her yapping from the start of the match until the end. She screams like crazy when Sheamus wins.

"Oh my god shut up."

"Annoying woman."

Then backstage the Bellas are with Zack and he's asking them to sign his petition. But they ditch him for Alberto, being all flirty.

"I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Ewwwwwww." Aly makes a face.

That's followed by yet another break and after that, Nattie was in the ring with Beth ringside for her. Kelly being Nattie's opponent, accompanied by Eve and Alicia.

"Really Kelly? You don't deserve to wear that Patriots jersey."

Aly rolls her eyes.

"Oh...my...god...what is up with Alicia's dress. Looks like colored blocks threw up on her."

"I know right? Hideous."

"Another one with no fashion sense."

"Mmhmm."

"Ugh...not that Maxim covershoot!" I look away from the tv as Kelly's behind the scenes video of her cover shoot is played.

"Your cover shoot was much better." Alex says.

"Yes, because we didn't do a skimpy bathing suit cover shoot, unlike her.

"Even if you did a swimsuit cover, yours would be better."

"Of course it would."

"You two have better taste."

After that was finally over, the match had started. Nattie instantly took her down, trying for a pin but Kelly kicks out. She picks her up and puts her in the corner, yelling at her to cry. She goes to hit her, but she moves and Nattie slides down into the corner. Then Kelly rubs her butt in her face, leading to Beth trying to get involved and that's when Alicia and Eve start yelling at her. Nattie tries to go for the SharpShooter, but Kelly rolls her up and wins.

"Lame!"

After that Del Rio comes in to Laurinaitis' office and blah blah blah. Going back to ringside, Cole's in a sling.

"Faker. Ohhh poor baby."

"Idiot."

During one of the breaks where they were showing Survivor Series stuff, Mike had to leave beacuse he and Truth were gonna be involved in an interview. After the Survivor Series stuff, they're with Striker.

"I'm here with The Awesome Truth, R-Truth and The Miz. Gentlemen, the talk of Survivor Series has been all about The Rock and John Cena. Do you in any way feel overshadowed?"

Mike doesn't answer.

"Last week on Monday Night Raw, you were victorious in the main even against John Cena and Zack Ryder. Do you still feel a bit disrespected?"

Truth doesn't answer either.

"What can this team of Awesome Truth do to get the attention of John Cena and The Rock at Survivor Series?"

Neither one of them answer again, Mike just turning his head slowly to look at Striker, giving him the evil eyes glare.

"Uh-oh. That look is never good."

"Not really."

Then he looks at Truth and they walk away, before fading to Punk backstage and Punk's attacked from behind by Del Rio, leading to a backstage brawl. The refs have trouble, but they get him to get away from him before a commercial break. After that break, it was the tag team match involving Punk and Del Rio.

"Ick."

"Stupid."

We basically don't pay attention to the tag match because it was so boring. With the distractions from our husbands, it was no problem with not paying attention to the match. After that match was over however, there was a replay of what the Rock did.

"You actually get to be in the ring with him at the pay-per-view." Aly points out to Mike.

"Yeah I know."

"How do you feel?"

"Excited."

"I'm not seeing excitement."

"Hiding it?" She asks.

"...yeah."

"Ah."

After the break Santino came out and strutted down the ramp and gets into the ring, grabbing a mic.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please forgive me for interrupting but I could not resist. You see, it was ths very ring, this very building, this very city, where earlier this year, I came this close to winning the Royal Rumbles."

"You remember! You remember! And I would've did it too, if it wasn't for that som-a-ma-gun Alberto Del Rio."

He goes on until Kevin Nash interrupts, and they talk back and forth, leading to Nash knocking him out. He goes on to talk himself, before giving Santino the Jacknife Powerbomb before leaving.

"What does that prove?"

"Nothing."

The next match of the night was Wade vs Randy, Wade doing his usual trash talking before the match.

"Get him Randy!" I say a while into the match.

Aly shakes her head and leans into Mike more.

The match was long, but it comes to the end. Eventually after that, the Rock is introduced and he does his whole spiel for a while, saying he wants to do some ass whoopin' to Mike and Truth.

"Oh, time for me to go out there to confront him about that."

Aly grumbles quietly, having to move.

"This is the last time I'm moving...promise."

She just mumbles under her breath.

"I'm sorry."

"...it's okay. I just don't like moving once I get comfy."

"I know, but I'm still sorry."

"I know."

He gets up and heads out and shortly after, he and Truth come out and get into the ring, mics in hand.

"Really? Really? Really Rock. That's what you want?" Mike says first.

"We got news for you Rock. Don't what me! If you actually think for one second you're doing anything to us, I mean anything, you're the most delusional man in entertainment or Twitter-tainment. Raw gets Rocked. What a joke. Truth is, everytime we're on this show...Raw gets..." Truth adds.

"Aweeeesoooome." Mike finishes.

"See Rock, we don't care about how you spend your day. We don't care about what you make trend. What we do care about is leaving you a beaten, quivering mess." Mike adds.

"As a matter of fact, we can do that right now." Truth says, starting to remove his jacket, but Mike stops him.

"But that's not gonna happen right now. See, we don't care what you want. And we definitely don't care what you people want. It's all about what WE want. And what we want is, to make history at the biggest Survivor Series of all time. So tonight, Raw gets Rocked! But this Sunday, Rock gets beat."

"And that's the truth."

The crowd starts chanting 'Boots To Asses' and just as Mike and Truth go to leave, John comes out.

"Oh great."

"Are...are you wearing makeup?" John asks, looking at Mike very closely.

Aly can't help but snicker.

"I'm sorry...you'll have to excuse my partner, he gets a little excited, tells everybody he's the captain of Team Bring It, sadly enough the only thing he's brought in the last seven years is a bunch of crappy messages via satellite." John says about Rock.

"And you'll have to excuse The Rock's partner, 'cause clearly he's not used to having the support of someone who's already reached puberty." The Rock retorts.

"You see, The Rock's partner is so concerned about rising above the hate. But what he should be concerned with is The Rock's size fifteen boot rising up and kicking him right in his lady parts." Rock adds.

We can't help but laugh.

"And by the way, right now, Cena's Lady Parts, trending worldwide." Rock continues.

"A lady parts chant, wow. You know uh, what my partner doesn't understand is...despite his recent fascination with Twitter and of course my fictional mangina...Sunday we have to be a team. And at Survivor Series if my partner's ego gets in the way of the team, well John Cena Bitch Slapped Rocky is gonna be trending worldwide." John adds.

"I am so sick of this. Excuse my partner, excuse my partner. Really? Really? I am sick of the Rock and Cena show. You guys are trying to make us an afterthought, but you know what, go ahead. Because the last time that happened, I won the main event of WrestleMania! Everybody's talking about The Rock and Cena, Cena and Rock. Why not make it a National holiday?" Mike exclaims.

"Saying never before and never again. When we get done with you two, at Survivor Series at Madison Square Garden, it will never be forgotten." Mike adds.

"Little Johnny and Little Rocky wants to go back and forth for all you Little Jimmys. Have a blast, we'll see you Sunday." Truth continues.

Boots To Asses is being chanted again.

"Oh...you will see us on Sunday. But as they're saying, we're all here right now, boots to asses." Rock says before going after Truth and John goes after Mike.

Aly just covers her face, not wanting to watch this. Rock delivers the Rock Bottom to Truth and John goes to deliver the AA to Mike, but Rock pulls him off, giving him a Rock Bottom before leaving the ring.

"It over?" Aly asks, muffled by her hands.

"Yeah, it's over."

She moves her hands to her stomach, wincing slightly.

"Movement? Or Braxton Hicks?"

She holds up two fingers, trying to breathe deeply.

"Need help like comforting or something?"

She waves me off, shaking her head.

"Alright."

It passes and she sighs, sinking into the couch.

"Worst part about the final stretch."

"Actually its the backaches and the difficulty sleeping."

"Oh, right."

"Yes Braxton Hicks are uncomfortable but they come and go."

"Right."

She rubs her stomach lightly, trying to relax.

"I'm sure Mike will be back soon and we can all head back to the hotel."

"Mmm."

And it's a while, but Mike makes it back.

"Ready?"

"Mmhmm."

The rest of us get up and grab our things before following Mike out the door and out to the car. Then it's off to the hotel for the night.