Disclaimer:

I do not own any of the WWE characters, they are owned by WWE.

I do own the O/C Emily!

Recently the WWE turned movie posters into wrestling posters. Seth and Dean had a brilliant poster for the made up movies "Nemeses." Crazy vs. Money. That got me the idea to write this. It will progress slowly, whenever I have an idea for something funny that could happen between those two.

If you enjoyed Bluebell, I am sure you will love this story as well. This is really more about the feud of Dean and Seth, very little romance involved, but there will be some potential love interests.

English is not my native tongue, so there will be mistakes (mostly grammar mistakes) so please put that into consideration when reviewing this story.

Chapter 1

Seth stood in the kitchen of his nice house staring out of the window at the disgrace next door.

The house next to his stood empty for almost two years and it looked run down and ready to crumble at any moment. The colors on the façade were faded and the once bright ocher was now rather a murky grey brown. Some windows were fogged up on the inside of the glass and the roof had leaks. He didn't see them but he would bet a month salary on it. In the attic resembled probably a limestone cave by now.

Every morning he stared out he got mad. He would have bought that thing a long while ago but the owner, a mean old bastard, held on to it. He was at a retirement home for two years but he always said the house was meant for his only grandson and in the end it was his decision what to do with it. Seth had waited the first six month patiently for this grandson to show up but nothing happened. The house only withered more. The front yard looked like a micro jungle and he really didn't want to think about the backyard.

Now he was just plain mad staring at this...wreck.

"You are thinking way too hard about that house Seth. Just turn a blind eye to it."

He turned around to that voice and saw his sister strolling into the kitchen. She went to the coffee machine first just like he had done. He still nursed his cup of coffee because he had been too deep into thoughts about that dump next door.

"I can't turn a blind eye to this!" he pointed outside.

"Emily, have you looked at it lately? The front porch has a hole in it. There is grass growing through it!" he practically whined and Emily had to laugh softly. Her brother was a broker at a big bank in town. He liked structure. He liked everything to be clean and in order. She bet that his hair didn't look out of place when he got up in the morning. Well, his hair was the only thing not really fitting in the picture he presented. It was dark brown and touched his shoulders if he wore it open. Which he didn't do very often. Hence the question why he even had let it grow in the first place.

Emily herself had lighter features. Her hair was honey blonde and instead of dark brown eyes like Seth hers were blue. They were only half siblings after all. Seth' father married her mother when little Seth was only 3. He was a successful businessman who recently lost his wife. He married her mother and a short while later, well 9 month exactly, Emily was born. Now Seth would turn 30 soon and he was already a successful man himself. She bet he would make his first million soon.

She herself was not that successful with 26. Sure she had finished college with a major in business but it bored her out to be honest. She wanted something else. Something a little more...fun. Adventurous. Wild.

But for now she lived with her brother and worked at the bank as well.

A loud, throaty sound of a motor interrupted the talk of the siblings.

Seth looked out the window and saw a beat up Chevy Impala drive into the driveway next door. The car used to be black, well at least he thought it used to be black. Now rust covered it at many places and it had been patched up with white patch here and there.

Emily joined him at the window. His hand was shaking because the car wasn't exactly in tip top shape either, like the house. Not like his sleek silver Mercedes Benz convertible in the driveway. Emily grabbed his coffee cup wisely out of his hand and put it down.

"You have to be kidding me." Seth said as a guy climbed out of the car. He wore dark blue jeans, ripped at the knees, a white wife beater and shaggy dark blonde hair. A cigarette dangled between his lips. The guy walked to the backseat took out a box and kicked the door of the car close with his foot.

"Unbelievable..."

"Hot."

Seth gave Emily a dirty look. "Are you crazy? Did you see this guy? Please tell me this is not the grandson."

The guy walked up to the front door, dropped the box and unlocked the front door of the old house with a key he had produced out of his back pocket. He picked up his box again and vanished into the house.

"Looks like he is the grandson." Emily smirked and left the kitchen to grab her stuff for work.

"Hurry we are late." Seth nagged and grabbed his stuff as well and walked out already.

He just reached his silver Benz when he heard someone whistle.

"What a fancy little briefcase." Seth spun around and it was the hobo...guy from next door. Instinctively Seth pressed his briefcase to his chest. He had indeed a fancy leather briefcase that cost a fortune.

"And a fancy little car." mocked the guy while he picked up another box from the backseat.

"Don't put your nose in other people's business. I would rather make sure that the house you obviously want to move into doesn't rot away under you." Seth snarled and the guy just grinned.

Emily walked out just as the new guy wanted to respond something. But now his eyes were on her.

"Well hello pretty girl." he called out and Seth growled.

"Hi." Emily responded happily and joined Seth at the car.

"I am Emily and this is my brother Seth. Are you the grandson of old Ambrose?"

She had no idea why it was so important for her to point out that Seth was just her brother but the new guy smiled even broader at this revelation.

"Yes, I am Dean. Grandpa finally convinced me to come here and I needed a place to stay anyways so here I am."

"That's nice. Well we will probably see a lot of each other then. Bye Dean."

"Bye Emily, bye Mr Briefcase." he teased the brother who held still on to his briefcase.

"Cut the grass in your backyard. It spreads into our yard already!" Seth spat put before he climbed into his car. He put on his sunglasses and let the hardtop pull down as he backed out of his driveway.

Dean mockingly saluted at the order and waved at Emily as they drove away.