This is what happens when you get ideas while on Twitter.

This goes out to my Grandma, who rather watches Undertaker fight than to go to bingo. Actual quotes from her will be in this story.

Requests for granting wishes are now open, by review, PM or by Twitter. Each chapter a different wish granted, how it is granted YOU REALLY DON'T WANNA KNOW DO YOU. LOL

Disclaimer: DO NOT OWE DON'T SUE (ME NOR GRANDMA NOR DIVA) THANK YOU

Once upon a Time in a City not far away in New York there lived a not so harmless elderly lady name Becca Napoleon. She was the grandma to the fan fiction writer Esha and the great-grandma to the 6-year-old bully hater known as the Diva of All Divas. She is what you called the neighborhood grandma. She was no ordinary 75 year old. She rather be watching wrestling with her granddaughter and great-granddaughter than to go to bingo (bingo is for losers she says).

She also what you called a "fairy Grandmamma" because she has this awesome ability to grant in her unique way anybody's (wet) dream come true. She will use any trick up her gloves (she do not even wear sleeves 90% of the time anyway), like swinging baseball bats and brick-filled pocketbooks and has a thing for sleeping pills. In addition, if all else fails, she will act innocent to get what she wants (how do you think she got The Yankees to show up at her great-granddaughter's school one day). So far out of all the fairy grandmas, she has a 99.9% success rate (scary is not the word to describe it).

However, maybe this time she is probably going WAY too far this time.

One night while she was watching a repeat of this past RAW

("Well look at this, Jericho's ass out again"), Grandma notices the house was excessively quiet for her own tastes. Even though the Diva was asleep, Esha should have been at least be with her while she was making jokes. She figure she might as well check up on her just to make sure she was at least either asleep or updating one of her fanfics stories ("I'm hope she's doing that Taker story I asked for"). Instead of either one of those, her only granddaughter was on Twitter talking to her fellow fix writers (uh oh, they are up to no good again, plotting and planning as usual,) about their favorite subject, their favorite wrestlers.

So in fairy grandma fashion (as in being very nosy as usual) she signs into twitter (not using her account name of course) just to see what they are saying this time.

Boy was she shocked.

There it was online for the whole world to see was Esha ("that crazy granddaughter of mine) and her friends ("Here comes slash writers Inc again") talking about why their favorite was hot, how cute their asses was, and how to find out if they did have nude pictures somewhere online (as if they're going to find those kinds of pictures). Bad enough there is a Batista one out there somewhere; thank goodness, Esha did not find that one yet). As she was reading the tweets, an idea came to her head, what if she helps them in their quest by taking their favorite wrestlers to them-even if it means kidnapping charges why not make them very happy indeed.

Therefore, she takes out her little red book and by re-reads every single tweet there is, her list was born.

"Let the games begin" she says "starting with…………."