Earlier…

The atmosphere was tense… as 20 year old Amanda wandered into the locker room they told her where Jeff and Ashley were, she immediately caught onto the scent of weed and beer.

Amanda slammed the door closed, Ashley and Jeff jumping and looking up.

"Whoa! What the fuck was that?" Ashley asked.

"You both are out of your minds." Amanda responded, smacking the joint out of Jeff's hand before he could light it and Jeff turning livid.

"Sis, you need to relax. Have a beer." Ashley said.

"He has a fucking match up next!" Amanda yelled.

"Mandy, chill, there's plenty of time!" Jeff responded.

"You have a daughter now, Jeff, you can't do drugs and drink like you're still a kid!" Amanda responded angrily, turning to leave… and Jeff turning paranoid and throwing her at the wall, Amanda falling to the floor unconscious with her head busted open and Ashley freaking out.

"What the fuck, Jeff?!" Ashley yelled as she stood up.

"She was gonna tell Jarrett on us! Get those ropes and the tape!" Jeff replied, Ashley doing so but reluctantly and helping tie Amanda's arms and legs together.

"So tell me Mr. Smart Guy, what's the plan now?" Ashley asked.

"I've gotta get to the ring…" Jeff replied, taping Amanda's mouth shut. "Go sober up, Sis." He said before they both left.

There to talk to the TNA board about a match between him and a TNA superstar for the World X Cup, Prince Devitt could sense something was wrong… he walked into the locker room, the 29 year old's eyes widening in horror when he saw Amanda and crouched down to her, taking the tape off her mouth as her eyes opened halfway.

"Easy now, lass, it's okay." Devitt replied as he untied her.

"No… no, it's not, my own friends did this to me." Amanda responded as the sickening realisation hit her.

She could hear the sound from the Tv of Jeremy Borash announcing… and then Devitt picked her up and took her away…

Present time, Amanda's perspective…

The ER was busy as I opened my eyes to see Matt nearby talking to someone with short dark hair, blue eyes and an accent… Irish, I think.

"And she said it was them, my brother and sister?" Matt asked the man.

"Yes… not exactly sure who shoved her but she's concussed so she might not fully remember." The man responded, neither noticing that I'm awake… but I can feel the stitches in my head, the brace on my left ankle and the cast on my left wrist.

"Damn it, when those two start to drink, bad shit happens." Matt said.

"You ain't kidding." I muttered, both turning to me and me recognising the other man from New Japan Pro Wrestling. "Prince Devitt?" I responded, knowing that TNA and NJPW have an agreement with each other where wrestlers from both promotions can work on either show.

"Yes… you feeling coherent enough, Darlin'?" Devitt replied, helping me sit up and back against the gurney.

"Somewhat… where are they?" I questioned.

"They're probably at a bar or casino." Matt said. "I don't know what I am meant to do with them anymore." He said.

"Put them in rehab. Even if you have to tie them up and drive them there." I muttered, Matt and Devitt knowing that I'm pissed.

"They refuse to go and two against one isn't an ideal choice." Matt said.

"Look at her, look at what happened! You said that she's family too, look at what they did!" Devitt responded after turning to Matt.

"What you think I haven't tried getting those two into rehab? They're running wild and there is no way to stop them!" Matt yelled.

I back away from Matt as he tries to hug me, Matt lowering his hands after seeing my tears fall.

"I'll go and see if I can find them and talk to them." Matt said.

He left after that, Devitt brushing my tears away.

"Last time he yelled like that, Jeff was high out of his damn mind…" I said quietly, remembering the night when I was 12 and Ashley was 15.

Damn it, Matt, you better fix this!

Matt's Perspective…

It didn't take long to find Jeff… but with a black eye and split lip.

"Some little punk punched me." Jeff explained… he must've headed to the ER before I got there and Devitt wouldn't let him near Mandy.

"Where is our sister? We need to have a talk." I said.

"Blackjack table." Jeff said, simply.

I walk over… and find Ashley, her yelling out when I pick her up and put her over my shoulder.

"Put me down motherfucker! I'm about to win big money!" Ashley yelled.

"Party's over!" I growled after getting outside, throwing her in the SUV and locking her in as Jeff reaches us.

"You little fucker! I nearly won 500 bucks!" Ashley yelled.

"Matt, unlock that door!" Jeff shouted.

"Nope! Get in before the police go hunting you down!" I responded, thinking that Mandy would easily press assault charges against them.

"No! You let her out right now! We're just having a good time!" Jeff yelled.

"A good time?! Mandy's in the damn hospital with a concussion, broken wrist, badly sprained ankle and stitches in her head!" I shouted, Jeff rolling his eyes.

"Someone let me out! Or I'll break my way out!" Ashley yelled.

I throw Jeff into the van before slamming and locking the door, getting in the driver's side and buckling up before driving off with them.

"You two have been out of control and it's damn well gonna stop!" I responded angrily.

"Oh go fuck yourself!" Ashley yelled, Jeff laughing.

"Shut up, you're both going to rehab!" I shouted as I kept driving.

"Hell will freeze over first before I step foot in there." Ashley said.

"Yep I agree with her. Just take us back to the hotel." Jeff said.

"It's either rehab or jail." I responded, both turning angrier.

"Take us to the hotel or all hell will break loose!" Ashley yelled.

I keep on driving, the two going quiet… and I know they're up to something.