a/n: two or three more chapters in this :) when this is finished I will start Dead Eyes which is Keegan's story! Thanks to WalkAmongDaylight for reviewing, sorry for taking like three years to update and that it's so short I wanted to make it longer but I wasn't sure how.
Following The Main Event;
By AliceJericho
Chapter 20: Wrestlemania
"A sad ending, albeit a happy one." – Murray Walker
Sunday, March 28
I was sitting on an equipment box with Keegan, watching the live feed when someone took hold of my right arm – my good arm – and pulled me off it.
I squeaked at the sudden movement but as soon as I was against their chest I knew who it was. The other body that crashed into my back only solidified it.
"You guys were so great out there," I mumbled against Cody's chest, wrapping my arms around his waist.
I was stuck in the middle of a Legacy sandwich for what felt like hours until Randy joined us and pulled the boys away. I waved delicately at Cody as he looked back over his shoulder. The wink he sent me made me blush profusely.
"So you two sorted everything out last night?" Keegan asked, moving off the box. She was dressed in her ring gear and ready for the ten Diva tag match. Keegan was always the first Diva ready for her match – especially for Wrestlemania. She would rather go out and wrestle with half a face of makeup than miss a match.
"Honestly?" I sighed, shrugging at her. "I don't have a freaking clue. He asked if we could just be for the night and I – of course I agreed... But I thought it was just going to be for the night."
"Well, I guess that's good though right? I mean, he doesn't hate you. I said last night that's he's forgiven you."
I closed my eyes and sighed again, "But if we continue like this we're not going to talk about it and if we don't talk about it then it's going to come back and cause troubles." Keegan squeezed my hand sympathetically. I don't blame her for not knowing what to say.
I said almost nothing the entire match. I didn't cheer for Shawn nor did I boo The Undertaker. I just sat on a chair in front of the television and watched the match unfold in what was surely to be match of the year. I spent much of the match with my elbows on my knees and my folded in front of my face, hunched over and watching intently to be sure that I missed nothing.
It didn't matter that I knew the outcome before the match started, I still cried when the referee counted to 3.
"I need to be out there," I said weakly, watching as my dad dropped to his knees in the centre of the ring to pray. He was thanking God for letting him have such a successful career – I just knew it. I stood up abruptly, "I'm going out there."
Before anyone could stop me, I ran out the door and towards Gorilla. I wiped the tears from my cheek hastily as I got closer.
"Sunday!" Keegan called out to me, hot on my heels. "Vince won't let you out there!"
I shook my head. I didn't care what Vince wanted. I would pay the fine.
Taker was standing at the bottom of the stairs, thanking everyone who was complimenting the match. Confusion flickered across his face as she saw me running towards him, but it turned into a smile when he noticed Keegan behind me. I used the distraction to run up the stairs.
Vince stopped me just before I reached the curtain.
"I need to see him," I cried. I wasn't one to plead, but if it had to be done...
"He's going to be here soon, Sunday."
Tears fell down my face, "He's my dad. I need to be there for him."
"Soon," Vince said, putting his hand on my shoulder and squeezing. I felt my chest ache and when Vince realised that the tears weren't going to stop he pulled me into a hug. I clung onto my boss' suit jacket and cried.
Vince pulled away after a long moment and turned me around, allowing me to be engulfed by another person.
"He's done, Cody," I gasped. "He's finished."
Cody rubbed my back as I cried into his chest. I knew that I was upset that it was the last time I'd ever see him wrestle but that wasn't the only reason I was crying. I was proud of him. I was proud to be his daughter – no matter how many times we fought I would always be proud to wrestle with the Michaels name.
When Cody let me go I didn't want to pull away but that changed the second I felt my dad's hand on my arm. I unwrapped my arms from Cody and turned around so that I could hold onto my dad. "I don't want you to go."
"Come on, Sun," he laughed lightly in my ear. "You're still my girl."