This is the final chapter of Actions Speak Volumes. I will be writing two one-shots as I have stated before.

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Kayley Hickenbottom's history was hard to figure out, but for some reason, I decided to check Wikipedia and search up Shawn Michaels, Triple H, John Cena, and Randy Orton's career and I think it fit perfectly with the story, bringing in the past feuds and making it seem that she was the reason.

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Now, on with the final chapter.

Be – Jessica Simpson

April 3, 2011
Atlanta, Georgia
The Dome
WrestleMania 27
10:23 PM

I missed the feeling of adrenaline pumping through my veins as I ran down the ramp and towards the squared circle where I made my living. I missed the feeling of the wind brushing against my face, whipping my hair around. I even missed limping my way backstage after a brutal match.

Can you blame me?

Hearing the doctor tell me that I may never wrestle again because of my shoulder was something I was not prepared to take in. I had healed slowly, so slowly that Vince didn't think I would be fully healed by the time WrestleMania 27 rolled around. The doctors told me, 6 months in, that I may never wrestle again. For a month, I crashed and burned, sitting on the couch and watching the TV, analyzing the way John would move in the ring against his opponent. Promising myself, one day, I would be back.

John was unable to stay home for a whole year, for understandable reasons. He was the top superstar in the company and he had to be there. Many of the superstars had come to the house and spent time with me, helping me getting dressed, carrying things, and even Chris Jericho had to help me shower once, which he promised John that he wouldn't call me the next day and he would send flowers. He helped me shower, he wasn't my gynecologist.

All those months of rehab and training had finally paid off. I had gotten the 'okay' to wrestle again from two surprised doctors and I screamed with delight, calling Shawn right away to tell him the news. Shawn had cried, like every father does after hearing good news concerning their child, and had me promise him I wouldn't get hurt any more, but it comes with the business.

I didn't tell John or anyone else but Vince that I had been cleared to go on with my living. He gave me a storyline to work with and told me to come to the Georgia Dome early. I would be making my return at WrestleMania 27, the grandest stage of them all. My excitement was nearly bubbling over inside me.

For the first time in a year, I got back inside a car and drove myself to Atlanta, Georgia from Tampa, Florida. I was very cautious but once I got the feel of the car again, I felt fine. My nerves had been acting up when I first got into the car but I kept reminding myself that it could have happened to anyone and Eddie wasn't out to get me. For months, people have convinced me that it was not my fault, and when Hunter smacked me on the head, only then did I accept the fact that it wasn't my fault.

Hunter had not been cleared yet, though the doctors said he would make a full recovery and come back to wrestle again. This was Hunter we were talking about, he came back from numerous injuries and had been told he'd never wrestle again, but he did. He came back and proved everyone wrong. Hunter was not weak.

I slipped into Vince's office, where he told me to hide out until it was my time to go out. It would surely be a shock to everyone when they heard my music. None of the superstars that I know of knew I was here tonight. Even the dirt sheets where clueless because Vince kept giving them false information under a different name. My return was ranged from the Royal Rumble, 2 months ago, and now it was SummerSlam so it would truly be a shock for even the die hard wrestling fans.

"Kayley, so good to see you!" Vince smiled as he came from the back room. He wrapped me in a hug. "You look amazing!"

"Thank you Vince," I smiled, hugging my boss back. "I feel amazing."

"You lost a lot of body fat but gained a lot of muscle," Vince's eyes got wide. "Don't take that the wrong way."

I chuckled at him, smiling. "I didn't. But you are right. I gained muscle. I'm 145 pounds now instead of 125." I replied. "I hope that's okay."

"You don't look like you weigh that much, so it's no problem. Just stay in that weight area." Vince said seriously. "I don't want a repeat of the 'Piggy James' thing."

"I'll probably drop a few pounds and go back to around 135 in a few months," I patted him on his shoulder. "Don't worry."

Vince laughed and grinned, sitting down behind his make-shift desk. "I never do."

I sat down in front of the desk in a chair. "Let's just hope Mark doesn't decide to kill me after tonight," I smiled at him. "Your ideas will one day kill one of us."

Vince shifted through papers and pull out a stack, looking through it, chuckling at my joke. "Well, you'll just run out there and have John win." Vince smiled. "You will be responsible for breaking the streak."

My eyes got wide. "Vince, I just thought I would distract him, I didn't think he was going to actually lose…"

Vince nodded and flipped through a page. "He will be 18-1." He looked up at me. "You get your wish. You, technically, will defeat the Undertaker at WrestleMania. John though, will get the pin fall."

I smiled and nodded, "You knew I wanted to do this?"

"Who didn't?" He laughed. "When Shawn left, all I could hear from Hunter was how you wanted to end his streak because he put Shawn out. Well, tonight, you do just that."

"So, I'm going heel?"

"Yes." Vince said simply. "You do play a great heel. Remember with Legacy?" He handed me the stack. "You'll just give him Sweet Chin Music."

I skimmed through the script, nodding at him. "Thank God."

He nodded. "There is something I have to tell you, Kayley…"

I looked up at my boss, noticing his facial expression. "Anything."

"Mark does know what is going to happen tonight." Vince started. I just nodded. "He was actually the one who wanted this to happen."


"He respects your father so much and he feels bad for telling John to stop when he was giving you CPR," Vince sighed. "You know Mark doesn't show those feelings easily." I nodded again. "He wants to go out to you."

"What do you mean, 'go out to me'."

"Exactly how it is. He is leaving the company after tonight, this is his final match. He wanted to go out to the best in the business, that's John Cena, but he wanted you to have a part in it."

"Wow, this is such an honor…" I whispered to myself. "So who will I be in a storyline with after tonight if Mark won't be here?"

"John Cena. You'll be going against him,"

"Who will I be teaming with..?"

"Randy Orton."


I watched from the Gorilla as the lights in the stadium went out. I could hear the superstars' backstage question what was going on. The butterflies swarmed in my stomach as the weird sounds from my music started to blare and the crowd erupted.

Oh did the crowd erupt. I could hear the superstars' cheering as I ran out as the lights came back on. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me down the ramp. I saw John's shocked face and Mark looking 'confused'. John continued with the assault and Mark fell to one knee.

My music stopped as I slipped into the ring, the crowd screaming at me. I got in my corner and waited for Mark to turn around. A part of me didn't want him to, I didn't want to put him out but another part of me wanted it. Mark wanted to go out of us. John and I. He wanted us to retire him.

As he turned around, it all turned into slow motion. He looked at me and I looked at him. His eyes shining, telling me to do it. I gave him a guilty expression before slamming my foot into his jaw, my body turning around as the loud smack echoed through the arena. I kept my back turned away from Mark as John covered him. The ref counted and John's music played out. I looked up at the WrestleMania sign, my heart wanting to tear itself out as the numbers I've always wanted to see appeared at the front.


I finally turned back around and looked at John, who was smiling at me. I smiled back and rolled out of the ring, making my way back up the ramp, the camera following me as the music switched from his to mine. I looked over at Mark, who sat up and was looking at me.

His eyes skimmed over me, taking me in. He looked back up at my eyes and nodded curtly. I sighed to myself and nodded back at him. Mark and I were aware that we just broke storyline, but neither of us cared at this point. I had put out the best wrestler in the business for good and a piece of my heart broke in the process. I smiled and walked my way back up the ramp.

As I arrived backstage, I was tackled with hugs from various superstars that have watched me heal. I hugged each one back, crying as I did so. A part of me didn't want to believe that I was back, telling me that it wasn't possible. The other was battling with the other side, telling it to shut up and enjoy the moment.

"I cried like a big baby too, don't feel bad." Hunter said as he hugged me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, looking up.

"I would never miss a WrestleMania, if I can't wrestle, I'm always backstage." Hunter replied.

"Is it supposed to feel like this?" I asked him. "Am I supposed to feel bad for putting out Mark?"

"No," Mark said from behind me. "I requested it; I went out the way I wanted to." He came up and hugged me, kissing my head, shocking me with his affections. "Thank you."

I shook my head, pulling away from him. "No, thank you." I said to him. "Thank you for choosing John and me to be the ones to put you out. This is a huge honor. I watched you as I grew up."

"Let me tell you something kid," Mark started. "When you first came into the business, I didn't like you one bit." I hung my head. "It was nothing you did. I expected you to be like your father, hard-headed, stubborn, a pain in the ass…" Mark smiled softly. "And you are."

I looked up at him.

"You are exactly like your father and that I am proud of." Mark sighed. "It's up to you now, kid. You have to carry on this generation of superstars, respect those who are older and wiser than you, and teach the ones who are coming up. Now that I'm gone, Hunter is now the leader of the locker room, but you," He looked at all the superstars around us. "You are the leader of the Woman's Locker Room." He looked at all the Diva's. "And don't you forget it."

"Thanks Mark." I murmured.

"I'm heading back to Texas." Mark stretched. "You need me kid, for anything. Call me. Don't hesitate." He started to walk away.

"Hey Mark…" I called to him. He turned around and looked at me. "I'm sorry, for everything I put you through."

He smirked. "No problem kid. I knew you weren't behind the pyro accident last year at Elimination Chamber."

I chuckled and nodded. "Take it easy."

He nodded and walked down the hall. We all watched as the leader of the locker room hung his boots up. Someone cleared their throat and I turned around and smiled.

"You didn't tell me why?" John laughed.

"Surprise?" I asked sheepishly.

John just grinned and kissed me, making the superstars hoot and holler. "It was a great one too."

"I bet." I chuckled.

I felt a hand on my back and looked up to see Randy. He shook hands with John. "Nice job Cena."

"Thanks Orton." John said seriously. "Nice job also. Jericho could be a handful."

"I heard that!" Chris' voice yelled from the right.

Randy looked down at me. "Nice to see you again Michaels. Back for good?"

"Hopefully." I replied, somewhat intimidated in the presence of my ex-fiancée.

Randy smiled down at me. "Can't let my new tag-team partner get injured to quickly."

John chuckled. "Nah, she won't be."

Randy looked up at John. "Don't let her go man."

John nodded, shaking Randy's hand again. "I won't."

Randy blinked. "God! I'm turning soft!" He shook himself, making everyone laugh. "Alright, now that that's over. I'll talk to you guys later." He turned to me. "Locker Room, tomorrow night, 8 sharp!"

I saluted him. "Yes boss!"

He chuckled and walked away down the hall.

John and I watched him go, both of us knowing that even though he was hurting inside, he was alright with us being together. I looked up at John and he smiled in return.

Life never asks you what you want.

John kissed me.

It's just gonna have its way.

- Kayley Elizabeth (Hickenbottom) Michaels...-Cena