Okay, I know, I KNOW that this update is beyond late, but I've had really bad writers block and I couldn't force myself to write anything. But, I do have a three day weekend, so I'll do my best to push through it and continue posting!

This is the WrestleMania chapter (even though WM was two weeks ago, yes, I know) just in case you've forgotten! And, feel free to go back and catch up in case you've forgotten everything that's been happening previous to this chapter.

Enjoy! :)

"When I entered the WWE, the only thing that I wanted was to win the Divas Championship at WrestleMania. And, today, that old dream of mine might just become a reality." I chuckled once the cameras weren't rolling. Reality. I actually said reality on a reality show. Of course I would do that.

Finally, the day I'd been waiting for was here. WrestleMania. The Grandest Stage of Them All. The make-it or break-it checkpoint that every WWE Superstar and Diva only dreams of getting to. However, not everyone makes it here. I just barely made it, myself. Even with the manipulation tactics and the terrible life I'd been living in front of the cameras lately, I was almost surprised to find that this was actually happening.

After Jon and I had made up, everything had seemingly gotten easier. We ended up training together for almost the whole night, despite the big matches that we were both going to have. It felt so right, being in that ring with him. Sure, it's not like it was some big deal, but it meant so much to me.

We were finally moving past the awkward run-ins and were beginning to see the light.

We need each other. Not in some, romantic, intimate way, but in a friendly way. Just the way it should always be.

"Everything is finally coming together. I have a great guy, I get a match for the Divas Title at the biggest pay-per-view of the year, and I've finally got everything sorted out between Jon and I."

I was pacing back and forth in the hallway when Randy approached me from around the corner.

"Hey, beautiful." He bent over and placed a kiss on my lips, which I lightly returned.

"Hey," my voice went blank.

"You nervous?"

I chuckled and looked down before looking back up. "It's that obvious, huh?"

"You're pale and pacing." He noticed me blush in embarrassment and he pulled me over to one of the equipment boxes where we both sat. "You're going to be fine, Chey. This is your night."

I nodded. "That's why I'm nervous. What if I mess up, or botch up the match completely? I could ruin the whole division forever."

Randy reached out and cupped my face, planting another kiss on me, which I suspected was a polite measure to get me to shut up.

"Thanks," I mumbled.

"Just go out there and do your best. That's all you can do."

I smiled and dropped the topic. "When did you become a professional pep-talker?"

It was his turn to blush, but he controlled it. "I've had my fair share of nervous breakdowns in the past, and I know how I control them myself."

"You make-out with yourself?"

"What? No!" He chuckled, and so did I. "Look, if it makes a difference, if I see that you did your best out there, I'll have a surprise waiting for you back at the hotel."

I raised an eyebrow at his sly smirk. I followed him as he stood up and I crossed my arms. "And, what makes you think that I want a surprise from you?" He leaned in and kissed me again. Ok, so it was cute, but it was beginning to get really annoying.

After all, I need to save the air for my match.

When we were done, Randy was called off and I waved goodbye before returning to my nerves. Even with his assurance, I needed so much more. Maybe I was being naïve, but there was only one person that I knew would talk me off of this ledge.

"Now what?" Jon asked as he opened up his locker room.

"Mad that I kicked your ass last night?"

He shook his head and let me come inside the room where I continued my pacing.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say that your head is spinning."

"I'm nervous."

"Clearly."

I started to pick at my cuticles. Just being in his presence was making my stomach knot up.

"Look," he started, "I know that you'll do great. C'mon, Chey - when's the last time that you messed up in that ring?"

His point was valid; I was usually pretty safe within the ring, but that wasn't why I was concerned.

"I have large crowds."

He laughed. "Then you signed with the wrong company."

"Shut up," I muttered. "You're not helping."

"Here," he walked over and handed me a cigarette. "Trust me."

I took it in my hands and then threw it down on the floor. "There's no smoking in the building, Jon."

He shrugged. "Never stopped you before."

It was true. In the past, I'd blatantly ignored the rules and guidelines that the company or the building had provided for us, but today was different. If I were to break one of the rules today, I could get kicked out of the building and lose my championship match.

"I can't lose this...not tonight." I walked over and sat down on the couch, burying my face into my hands.

I wasn't aware of what he was doing, but suddenly he was sitting next to me with his arm draped around my shoulder, squeezing it gently.

"Then, don't lose."

I already knew what was to happen, but I nodded anyways. "Thanks," I whispered. "For everything."

He nodded and released me before walking to the door. "I have to get ready for my match, so if you'll excuse me."

Rolling my eyes, I went ahead and got up, leaving him behind.

"He's just...he's just a really good friend."

"Would you listen to that crowd, Cole? That crowd is going crazy for Casey Lynn!"

"You're right, John! The crowd is loving Casey Lynn right now."

I smiled as I approached the ring. Not in a "happy-go-lucky" way, but in a proud way. Of course, I couldn't be happier to be here, but the minute I exited the curtains and my eyes saw the crowd in attendance, my brain went blank.

Everything was perfect. I'd never received that kind of reaction before and it caused my heart to speed up faster than I thought possible.

"I'm just so over the moon right now. Just the fact alone that I'm getting to perform on the Grandest Stage of them All is a huge honor. One that I don't think I will ever be able to pass up."

I was the last entrant before AJ Lee made her way to the ring, receiving a mixed reaction from the crowd. My heart had calmed down so that I had enough saved energy for this match. Once all four of us - AJ, Nikki, Natalya and Me - were in the ring, the bell rang but we all stood alone in our separate corners.

It was Natalya who made the first move, going right for AJ while Nikki darted towards me. By the way she speared me into the corner turnbuckle, I could tell that there was some tension there. I slid down to the mat where I used a reversal into a rolling pin, which she kicked out of before he really got to the first count.

We locked up again once we got to our feet, and she took me down again, flattening me on my back. The air was completely knocked out of my lungs, but I regained the oxygen as she pulled me up and put me into a headlock. I knew that it was a submission lock, but I didn't even attempt to get out because I saw AJ coming out of the corner of my eye with a running knee, splitting Nikki and I apart.

I took a second to breathe and got to my feet where I began to pick apart at AJ. Punches, kicks, face-busters and all. She reversed almost all of them and put me into her own special moves. Suddenly, I noticed that Natalya had Nikki in the Sharpshooter. AJ and I paused, looked at each other and then ran ahead full speed, tearing Nattie apart.

"What can I say? All's fair in love and war."

The match went on, steadily and aggressively until Nikki and Natalya were clotheslined out of the ring, leaving just AJ and myself. My nerves were automatically coming back at a rapid pace, and I could barely keep up.

I ran towards her, but she reversed it into her infamous Black Widow submission hold. Clawing and gasping, I tried to get out, but I couldn't. My vision was getting blurry, and I felt really dizzy. Pushing forward, I found the strength to whip her around and drop her down. Crawling over to the ropes, I pulled my way up to the top and stood with my back facing the Divas Champion. Pointing out into the crowd, they lit up, giving me energy and adrenaline. Using their passion, I leaped off and used my finishing move, a moonsault, to put her in a pin.

The next thing that I remember is having my hand raised and the title belt handed over to me.

But, then again, that's all I really needed.