A/N: Myself and my co-writer DO NOT own anything in this story but Emma and Breena. The storyline may be similar to what has happened or is happening in the WWE and we don't stake any claim to that. Just our characters that we have created. Everything else belongs to Vince McMahon and the WWE.
Chapter 1:
Two girls…Two different backgrounds…Two different views on life…Two different personalities…but in reality, they were more alike than they knew…
Emma was sitting on her father's bed, watching him pack. It was week earlier than usual.
"You really need to go?" She asked him a sad voice.
"Yes Emma. Vince needs me back. Why are you so upset?" He asked her.
She turned away and looked at the picture of her mom and dad on their wedding day.
"The championship is in 3 days."
Glen looked at his daughter and knew she was upset. He knew he had fucked up yet again.
"Emma…"
"No…Can I come with you?" She asked for the umpteenth time.
"You are not coming with me. We have discussed this. It's too dangerous." He said sternly.
"I want to be there! I want to train with you!" She argued with him.
"It's no place for a girl." Glen said turning away and continued packing.
"I can't believe you! It's dangerous for anyone! Boy or Girl! That's the most sexist thing you could have ever said to me!!"
She stood up at that point and looked at her dad. He was taller than her.
"You're not going to win this war Emma. Don't try. You will not come with me. You will not train. Mark my words…as your father…you will never be a WWE superstar." He had put his foot down. He glared at her.
She sucked in a breath and ran out of the room. If you didn't know them, this would've been a lot harsher than it really was. Her father was Glen Jacobs….also known as WWE superstar Kane. He started to after her, but he stopped himself. His cell started going off and he picked it up.
"Hello" Glen said
"Hey bro…has she started cause mine has." The man on the other side said.
"You have no idea. I'll talk to you when I get there. I still have to finish packing." Glen said.
"Alright. I'll see you then."
Glen hung up and continued packing. His daughter was nothing like him. Attitude and stubbornness…exactly the same. It would've been so much different if his wife were still here.
"Emma!!" he yelled from his room.
"WHAT!"
"I want to talk to you." He yelled back knowing she was going to fight him.
"No! You don't…"she started.
"Listen little girl, if you don't get your ass out here, there will be hell to pay!" He heard movement and she came out of her room.
"What do you want?! Do you want to crush my dreams some?!" she had tear-stained cheeks and he almost lost his composure. She looked so much like her mother.
"I don't want you to wrestle. You have so much going for you. I want you to have a life." He tried to explain.
"You and I have a life…"
"…No we don't. Me leaving and missing everything is not a life." He cut her off.
"But what if this something that I want? You can't stop me. My birthday is May 9th. I'll be 18 and you can't stop me." She said angrily
"Emma Rose…don't you dare think you can threaten me…" He warned. She didn't care though.
"…and if you think just because you won't train me, doesn't mean I can't get someone else to do it. Any gym would love to have Glen Jacobs daughter train at their gym." She stated clearly and crossed her arms.
"I will sabotage anything you try you little brat." Glen crossed his arms. He was very intimidating.
"I hate you!" she stormed out grabbing her coat and left the house.
When Glen got to the door she was gone. He sighed sadly and went to the kitchen. He called her multiple times, but she wouldn't answer the phone. He began packing the car and checking the time. He had to leave. He called her cell one more time.
"Emma…please forgive me. You just don't understand. If I could change who I was, If I could be there for your games and your concerts… You'll look back and realize that there was more to life than wrestling for the WWE. I was hoping to say goodbye to you. Good Luck on Wednesday. You'll be fantastic. I Love You. Call me."
Glen slowly put the phone down and picked up his last bag. He didn't lock the door because he wasn't sure if she had her key. He got in the truck and looked in the rear view mirror and she was standing there. He sighed in relief. He got out of the truck and they walked to each other. Simultaneously…
"I'm Sorry."
She giggled and he chuckled.
"I don't hate you." She said
"I know baby." He said putting her hair behind her ear.
"I just want to be with you. Going with you just works. Plus…I could train and if I don't like it, I don't have to continue."
We'll talk about it, but don't get your hopes up. I have to go. Call me later." He said giving her a hug.
"okay I love you daddy." She said hugging him back.
"I love you too."
He kissed the top of her head and left. She slowly walked inside. She shuddered at the quiet in the house. She picked up her phone and called Trish.
"Hey wanna come over….dad's gone." She said sullenly.
"But I thought…"
"Me too, Trish, me too…."
She hung up with her and began making popcorn. Trish came in and gave Emma a hug.
"He's gonna miss the championship. Thought he was gonna be here for it?" Trish asked.
"Business called. They needed him to go and start a storyline with Mark."
Emma just smiled sadly at Trish and they sat down and watched a movie. Trish was her very best friend and the starting forward on their soccer team. She wished things were different.
Glen arrived in Phoenix, Az the next day and grabbed his bags. Mark was waiting for him at the door.
"You look like a train wreck." Mark said laughing
"Don't even get me started."
"I guess your little monster was a lot worse than you thought she was gonna be." Mark knew the answer. He didn't know how he was going to respond when Glen asked hm the same question.
"She said she hated me this time. She took it back, but still. Plus! She threatened me with the whole turning 18 again! I'm gonna kill her before she reaches 18!" Glen threw his bag in a locker and looked at Mark. "What about your darling angel?" he asked.
"She definitely threatened me with the whole 18 bid, but she didn't say she hated me." Mark explained and looked at his baby brother sympathetically.
They were unpacking their gear when Shane came in letting them know their match was coming up.
"Who are we facing?" Mark asked.
"Randy Orton and Dave Batista." Shane said.
Both men groaned and continued to change. Shane left with a smile and went to find the other two superstars. Mark and Glen were standing in the ring waiting for the other 2 to come out….
Back in Texas, Emma was putting her gear on She was meeting Trish at the field. Today was the day. She had been looking forward to this her whole soccer career. She got into her elantra and drove to the field. When she got there a bunch of the girls were already stretching.
"Hey Jacobs!! Where's your dad?" Chrissy asked
"Business calls." She explained.
"Sorry hun…"
Emma just shrugged her shoulders and started stretching. Trish got there and they began to stretch and warm up as a team. She pulled them all together when the ref blew the whistle.
"Alright girls…I've been playing soccer with you our whole lives. This is what we have been waiting for. We've worked hard to get here; we need to work harder to win this. I know we can do this. Take your time, look up, follow through, and pass. We've got this in the bag." She spoke with pride and enthusiasm. This was their time and she needed to win. They put their hand in and headed on the field. She didn't notice the man with a video camera sitting on the stands.
Two hours and two overtimes later, the girls were holding a trophy above their heads. Emma was drenched from the Gatorade, but she didn't care. She wished her dad was there. She did look at the stands to look for him, he wasn't there. 'oh well,' she thought. 'someone's mom had to have recorded the game.' She continued celebrating with her friends knowing this was the last time she would ever play with them.