All Grown Up- Sydney is the daughter of one of the most respected men in the WWE. At 11 she lost her mother and her and her brother went to live with their dad and step-mother. Now at 19 years old she is ready to run her own life or is she?

Chapter 1

It doesn't seem like it now, but when I was growing up, I couldn't care less about who my father was. He was hardly ever home and I think that's why my parents divorced. I mainly lived with my mom and my little brother. I am 3 years older than my brother, but growing up he was one of my best friends. Ask me now about my dad and I will tell you that we have the best father-daughter relationship out there.

When our mom died in 2001, my brother and I went to live with our father and step-mother. I was ok with it but Gunner wasn't. He hated our dad for being gone all the time and the fact that he got married to someone else didn't help at all. I got along just fine with my step-mom, who I now refer to as just mom. Gunner on the other hand, got into more trouble than it was worth.

In 2002 my parents welcomed my little sister, Chasey. I was excited to have a little sister and once she was old enough I was allowed to baby-sit her. Gunner didn't care too much about having another sister. He figured it was just another person to keep our dad's attention away from him.

In 2005 we welcomed another sister into our lives. Gracie was born 1 month before I turned 15. Gunner was now almost 12 and had really been acting out. One time it had gotten so bad, that dad was called while on the road to come home to deal with his son. Dad was not happy especially since it happened right before Wrestlemania.

"Come Sydney. We're going to be late." her dad stated from the doorway.

"I'm coming. I was just working on an assignment." Sydney responded.

She saved her work and shut off her computer. Sydney headed downstairs and helped get her sister's in to the family car. Sydney noticed that Gunner wasn't there yet and she just shook her head as she finished buckling Gracie into her car seat. Sydney took out her sunglasses and climbed in between Gracie and Chasey.

"Where's Gunner?" their dad asked.

"I don't know. I haven't seen him since breakfast." Sydney answered.

"That's not what I wanted to hear. I wish your brother would do as he was told to do." her dad responded.

"I know dad, but he's Gunner. He's been this way for 9 years. I really don't think he's going to change." Sydney stated.

"Don't remind me. Well, if the boy isn't here in 5 minutes, we're leaving without him." he responded.

They waited a little longer than 5 minutes as Chasey had to go back inside to use the bathroom. Once Chasey was done and back in the car, Gunner finally arrived back at the house. Once everyone was in the car, they were on their way. Gunner sat in the back of the car and grumbled the whole way.

Once they arrived at the Staples Center in Los Angeles, Sydney and her mom took the girls inside while their dad dealt with Gunner. Sydney warned her brother the night before not to sneak out, but he obviously didn't listen.

"Gunner, this is the last straw. You're driving and dating privileges are suspended for 2 weeks." his dad stated.

"Whatever." Gunner responded before heading into the arena.

Gunner headed towards his seat in the crowd while the rest of us hung out backstage. Everyone was there for the Pay-Per-View event Unforgiven. Since Sydney was technically an adult, she was given her own pass while her sisters had to remain with their mom. Sydney headed over to catering to grab some water when she bumped into one of her favorite people there.

"Sydney! I didn't know you were going to be here." the man stated.

"Hi Paul. Yeah. Dad wanted us all here for the event." Sydney answered.

"That's good. I should head over and see your dad before the craziness starts. I'll see you later." Paul stated as he gave her a quick hug and left.

Sydney continued on her way towards catering when she saw a few other stars that she knew. She stopped and talked to them for a little bit and then headed to catering. As she was walking into catering, she ran into Shane McMahon.

"Just the person I wanted to see. How's your essay coming?" Shane asked.

"Good. Almost done. I would have had it with me had it not been for Gunner taking off after breakfast." Sydney answered.

"Not a problem. Will you be here tomorrow night for RAW?" Shane asked.

"Yeah." Sydney answered.

"Great. Have the essay with you tomorrow night and Steph and I will go over it with you." Shane responded.

"Sounds good. See you then." Sydney stated.

Her dad saw her talking with Shane and wondered what that was all about. Sydney never told her dad that she applied to work for the WWE on RAW under Shane and Stephanie. She figured that her dad would try and talk her out of it and that he wouldn't understand why she wanted to work for the same company he worked for. The only thing is that she wasn't going to be a diva, but a personal assistant to both Shane and Stephanie McMahon.

As the night went on, Sydney stayed backstage and hung out the new friends she was making. No one knew who she was or who her dad was and right now it really didn't matter to Sydney. As the night was drawing to an end, Sydney found herself sitting in catering practically alone.

"Hey, you're pretty new around here aren't you?" a deep voice asked.

"Yeah I am." Sydney answered. "Who are you?"

"My name is Randy. What's your name?" Randy responded.

"Sydney." She stated as she went back to writing in her notebook.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Sydney." Randy stated. "So who are you with?"

"I'm with.." Sydney was about to answer when someone interrupted her.

"Orton, leave the poor girl alone. I'm sure she has better things to do then to associate with you." another male voice stated.

"Justin, don't you have a wife or a girlfriend or a dog to go home to?" Randy snapped.

"Orton, leave her alone." Justin stated.

Randy turned and left but not without winking at Sydney. Justin then took a seat at the table Sydney was sitting at and just smiled at her. Sydney wasn't really paying any attention as she was still thinking about Randy and how annoying he was.

"You'll have to pardon him. He doesn't think before he acts." Justin stated.

"It's ok. People like him don't really bother me anymore." Sydney responded.

"That's good I guess. I'm Justin Roberts, by the way." Justin introduced himself.

"I'm Sydney." she responded looking up at Justin. "It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too. I hope I will be seeing you around more often." Justin stated as he left the room.

Sydney couldn't help but smile. Justin really was a nice guy, even if he's 11 years old her than her. But he didn't know that yet. Hell no one other than Stephanie and Shane McMahon even knew who she was. Just as Sydney got comfortable again, her dad walked into the room.

"I saw you talking with Randy Orton." her dad stated.

"Yeah. He came over to me and tried to talk to me. But Justin Roberts interrupted him." Sydney responded.

"Ok. I want you to stay away from the men in the WWE. It's for your own good. Especially Randy Orton." her dad forbid her.

Just like any other red blooded teenager, when they were forbidden to do something, they wanted to do even more. Sydney figured that once she was on the WWE employee's list, then she could do whatever she wanted.

Later that night after a 2 hour drive back to their house, Sydney was finally able to finish her essay and print it out. After she knew her parents were in bed asleep, Sydney went down to the office where her dad kept his cell phone. She looked through the numbers and finally came across Randy's phone number and then headed back upstairs.

Once she was back in her room, she pulled out her cell phone and saved Randy's number. It was only 10pm and so she decided that she would send Randy a text message and see if he replies.

Hey Randy. It's Sydney from earlier at the arena in catering.

Oh hi. How did you get my number?

I have my ways. What are you doing tomorrow after the show?

Probably just hanging out with some friends at the hotel. Why?

Was wondering if you wanted to hang with me after the show?

I like the sound of that. Where should we meet?

Meet me at the park across the street from the arena.

Sounds good. I'll be there.

Sydney closed her phone and smiled. She was 19 years old and finally in charge of her own life. She figured that once she had a few paychecks under her belt she would be able to move out and live her own life. It wasn't that she didn't love her family, but she needed her own space.