Chapter One
Bray Wyatt's family stood in the ring, proud smiles on their faces after watching the attack they had made on Kane last week playing on the Titantron. I watched them from the back stage area, a microphone in my hand, and shook my head. They were very good at what they were meant to be – creepy cult members.
I hoped that I would be able to pull off what I was about to try. I knew how fickle the WWE Universe was, and I knew that many of them knew the history of their superstars very well. Kane's music hit, the lights in the arena went out entirely, and I was on. I ran out of the backstage area, slid into the ring, and stood up. I had half a second the compose myself before the lights came on and the music cut out.
I stood there, a young woman standing at 5'7", 150 pounds, in front of three very large men. I put on my best impression of the Undertaker's intimidating face, stoic and staring right into the eyes of Bray Wyatt himself. Bray looked right back at me, surprised at the sight of me rather than the seven foot tall monster he was expecting. I slowly lifted the microphone to my lips.
"He's coming."
Bray gave me an amused look, and asked, "Who?"
"Big brother. He's coming home," I answered. The crowd didn't react. I kept my eyes on Bray.
"Is that supposed to worry me, little girl?" He took a step forward, as did his two "sons" Luke and Erick.
I stood my ground and looked at my feet. When I looked back up, I'd rolled my eyes back so all Bray, Luke, and Erick could see was the white of my eyes. "He's here." This time the crowd reacted, screaming loudly.
The lights went out. A bell tolled. The crowd yelled louder. When the lights came back on, the Undertaker was standing between myself and the Wyatts. The WWE Universe exploded in excitement as Luke and Erick attacked Taker.
He fought them off easily, sending Luke flying out of the ring, then putting a boot to the face of Erick, who rolled out of the ring to the floor. Taker's hand was around Bray's throat. I backed up against he ropes as Taker lifted the Wyatt patriarch into the air, held him for a second, then slammed him down in a massive chokeslam. Luke and Erick were both on the apron, staring down the Dead Man, who stared right back at them. There was a moment of tension, then the Wyatt boys backed down. Luke pulled Bray out of the ring, and the three of them, Bray held up by his "sons", backed up the ramp.
Just as they hit the stage, the lights when out again. I slid from the ring, ran up the ramp, and stopped in front of them right before the lights came back on, tinted red. I smiled evilly at them, then the lights went out again and I ran to the backstage area.
I slowed to a walk, and walked straight into the arms of Christian. "Oh my God, I am so sorry," I said, taking a step back.
He flashed me a (very sexy) smile, and replied, "It's okay." He nodded to the entrance ramp. "Nice job out there."
I felt myself blushing. "Thanks," I said, looking at my feet. Of all the ways I imagined meeting Christian (and I had imagined many ways since he debuted when I was 15...), almost running him down in the backstage area was never one of them.
"Hey," he said, putting a hand under my chin and lifting my face. "You're Taker and Kane's baby sister. None of this shy crap."
My face got warmer, but I smiled. "True. I should be badass, right?"
"There you go."
The Wyatt's walked past us, smiling at me, then Undertaker.
"Hey, get your hands off my sister," Taker said, glaring down at Christian. After a second he smiled and chuckled, unable to hold a straight face.
"Heh, just kidding. Good job, Dani." He clapped me on the shoulder as he walked by.
"Thanks, Mark." I looked back at Christian.
"Oh, I'm Jay, by the way." He held a hand up.
I shook it. "Dani."
"Nice to meet you."
"Oh, trust me, the pleasure's all mine."
"I have to go. Got a match. But...I'll see you around?"
"I'll be around. Watching you. Your match. Watching your match. I'll be around."
He smiled, and said, "Good." His theme song hit. He hesitated a second, then walked away. I watched him go, smiling like an idiot.