Chapter 1:

"WAKE UP!"

Devin Ross woke up to the feeling of two other bodies jumping on his. He groaned and tried his best to throw his two older brothers off of him.

"Get off…..I'm not….in the mood!" His two brothers Mason and John both stood up and waited for him to get out of the bed.

Mason crossed his arms. "Come on Devin, you know dad want's us up bright and early. Conditioning is not easy." He grabbed him and pulled him out of the bed. Devin shrugged him off.

"I'm not ready." He said walking towards his closet. Jason, the middle brother, laughed and walked towards the door.

"Remember what dad said? You always gotta be ready." He walked out of the room. Devin rolled his eyes and went to his closet to grab his wrestling gear. He started to follow Mason to the backyard before stopping. He ran back in his room, dropping his gear and grabbing his beaning and jean coat.

He walked down the streets of Manhattan before finding his destination. He looked up at an apartment building that had a billboard for Richard Nixon. Devin smirked and shook his head. He climbed up the fire escape, jumping on the rallings. He reached the roof of the apartment building. He looked up at the billboard and climbed it.

"Hmph, crooked piece of crap. You're not going to be anyone's President" Devin smirked as he took out two cans of spray paint, one blue, the other black. The billboard showed Nixon giving the the thumbs up. He spray painted a red gun in his Nixon's hand, outlined black. He then spray painted the words "Vote Nixon or get to fixin'...those bullet holes." next to his picture. He stepped back and looked at his handy work.

He smirked and stretched. "Another good one Devin." Suddenly the familiar sound of police sirens rang out. He turned around, ready to run. Two cops, aiming their guns at him were already on the rooftop.

"Jigs up delinquent. Come on." One of the cops said. Devin rolled his eyes and voluntarily walked to the cops. "One of George Ross' boys….shoulda known it was you this whole time."

The two cops brought him down to the street and loaded him into the police car. The other cop snickered and entered the driver's seat. "You were always the rebellious one. Your two older brother's are up and coming wrestlers and you? Spray painting the billboards of our next President? What's wrong with you boy?"

The car started and drove down the street with the sirens on. Devin rolled his eyes again and slumped against the window. "So, where are we going? Detention center?"

The two cops looked at each other and laughed. "Nope, we're taking you back to your father."

Devin's eyes widened. "No, you can't do that! You can't tell him! Do you have any idea what he would do to me?"

"We don't care. You break laws, you get punished." One of the cops said.

"There's no law against that!" Devin exclaimed. "Is there?" The cops laughed again. After about 5 minutes, the squad car pulled up to Devin's house. The cop pressed down on the horn and waited. Devin's father, George came from behind the house and walked to the car, looking worried and pissed at the same time.

"Where's my son. Please tell me you found him. He's been gone for almost an hour." George said. The cop in the driver's seat smirked and nodded to the back seat. George looked through the window, seeing Devin behind the bars. He cursed under his breath and looked back at the officers.

"What did he do?" He asked, trying his best not to shout. The other cop looked back at Devin, still smirking.

"Your delinquent of a son, defaced a billboard of our next President."

George raised an eyebrow. "Kennedy?" The cop lost his smirk and shook his head.

"No, Nixon. Anyway, I trust you to dish out some formal punishment on your son." George nodded.

"You better believe it."

Devin opened the door and stepped out. He walked towards the house. George thanked the cops and followed his son. The cops laughed and drove off.

"DEVIN!" George screamed. "GET BACK HERE BOY!" Devin stopped and turned around.

"I know, I'm in trouble." He said, sighing. George shook his head. "No, you're not just in trouble, YOU'RE SWIMMING IN IT! YOU JUST HAD TO BE THE REBELLIOUS ONE DIDN'T YOU? YOU COULDN'T JUST FOLLOW IN MY FOOTSTEPS, LIKE YOUR BROTHERS ARE DOING!

George grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and dragged him to the house. Mason and John were sitting on the couch when they saw George dragging Devin in.

John stood up. "What happened Devin? Where'd you go?" Mason stood up as well. "Yeah, you were right behind us."

George pushed Devin towards the stairs. "Go get your wrestling gear on. Then come directly back down here." Devin sighed and walked up the stairs. John and Mason both looked at their father, confused.

"Seriously, what happened?" Mason asked. George shook his head. "You're brother was out spray painting billboards of candidates. " Mason facepalmed.

"I mean, he is the youngest. It should be expected that he always goes against you. Mom would not-"

John cut him off. "Don't go there man. Come on, it's not right." Mason shook his head. About a minute later, Devin came down the stairs, wearing elbow pads, wrestling tights and some boots.

"Okay, so what now?" He asked. His father looked at his two brothers, were already in their wrestling gear from earlier.

"Let's go, all three of you."

The four Ross' entered their barn, where they kept their wrestling rings. George stopped at one of the rings.

"This is what's gonna happen. As a punishment, Devin you well take on both of your brothers in a handicap match. No tags."

Devin looked at him in surprise. He started shaking his head. "No. No that's not fair. I'm only 13, they're 15 and 16. It's not fair." His dad looked at him straight in the eye.

"You know what I hear from you, Devin? Waah! Wah! I don't want to do this, I'm too scared! Get in the ring, face them like a man."

Devin sighed and rolled into the ring. John and Mason both looked at their dad and then looked at each other. They both entered the ring and stood across from Devin.

"You ready for this?" John asked. Devin shook his head.

"No." He replied. Mason rushed him and kneed him in the stomach. He picked up for a gutwrench suplex and slammed him.

"You need to be." Mason said. Devin rolled onto his stomach trying to crawl to the ropes. Mason grabbed his foot and pulled him to the middle of the ring. He grabbed his leg and tried to put him in a leg lock. Devin kicked him away and stood up. He turned looking at Mason, ready to attack. John ran up from behind Devin and grabbed him, slamming him with a german suplex. Devin landed on his neck and laid motionless on his stomach.

"Look, Mason we should take it easy on him." John said, trying to reason with him.

"NO!" George exclaimed. "Think of this a career on the line, type of match. DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO, TO WIN!"

John walked over to Devin and picked him up, wrapping his arms around his neck. Mason walked over and started hitting hard punches to Devin's stomach. He picked up Devin by the legs and turned around to John.

"Hit him!" Mason screamed. John ran into the ropes, rebounding and jumping up, clotheslining Devin. Devin fell to the mat hard. Mason then grabbed Devin in a headlock. Devin tried his best to stand up. He slowly stood up, still in the headlock. He started hitting Mason in the stomach, before grabbing him in a headlock of his own. Suddenly flashes of memories started to appear in his head. The weird thing, was that they weren't his own. He started feeling overwhelmed with different thoughts that weren't his. He saw Mason breaking his arm when he was 12, Mason playing basketball with him a few months ago. He looked at Mason to see that he wasn't moving. Mason's skin was red as if he was choking. He let go of Mason and stepped back.

"Mason!" George screamed as he rushed into the ring. He checked to see if he was still breathing. He looked at Devin. "What were you trying to kill him?"

Devin shook his head. "I didn't even have him tightly." He held his head as he still saw Mason's memories. John looked on in shock, unsure of what to do or say. Mason slowly started to come to and looked over to Devin. Devin shook his head once more and ran out of the ring. He ran out of the barn, not looking back. His father stood up looking at his retreating form.

"DEVIN! GET BACK HERE!"