A/N: *Plays drum music* Chap 2 is finally here! Sorry for the wait! I hope I didn't keep you guys for too long his chap, it actually took awhile on this (Sorry!) Before you guys head off and read this chapter, I forgot to state why I was making this story.

I'm sure most of you will agree that Justin Gabriel is one heck of a good wrestler, you can see he loves it so much by his in-ring ability, even if he knows he has to lose. And true, He does need to improve a bit and works on his mic skills but it seems like he's becoming more confident from his debut in WWE as a member of the Nexus. But that's what I really like about him... his perseverance to never give up in hope that he will get a push by WWE to get a championship title. And it's easy for some wrestlers to back out after they have given it their all to win what they deserve. But ever since he's had to lose in his matches it makes me kinda pissed cause as you've seen by the various opponents he's had in the ring, he looks like he is very much capable of gaining a win over them. So in a way, this is kinda like a rant as well xD

If I were a WWE creative writer, I would've written him a storyline like this. Enjoy ^_^


"Be audacious…" he murmured, smiling and tossing around in his bed.

*tap tap*

"Huh?" Paul Jr poked his head up from underneath his duvet. His messy caramel blonde hair brushed against his hazel green eyes as he looked around to see what could have disturbed his blissful sleep. The glorious light that poured in from the sun outside his bedroom enlivened the whole room. Nothing.

Just as Paul Jr laid his head onto his cosy pillow he heard another *tap tap*, this time coming from his bedroom window. Paul Jr moaned as he got out of bed. "…SERIOUSLY?" Paul hastened with pace as he walked over and glared outside the window. Still nothing…except… Paul Jr's tired eyes eventually caught the sight of what appeared to be… a broken silver alarm clock amongst the lush green grass. Paul Jr looked quizzically at it as he rubbed his eyes and enlarged them to make sure what he was looking at wasn't just a figment of his imagination.

Weird.

"Hhmm…That's the last time I beat dad to have last piece of braai vleis." Paul said, scratching the back of his head, smirking. He stretched with exaggeration as he softly spoke "Ah…now back to bed". Paul Jr ran up and somersaulted into his bed. With another defiant smirk, Paul Jr rested his head upon his rounded pillow.

The smile disappeared within seconds as Paul Jr remembered what his father had told him yesterday. You need to realise that wrestling can also bring out the worst in people. Their vanity overtakes their dignity, their self-respect and everything they stand for… I mean yes, wrestling can mean absolutely everything to you but if it becomes your whole entire existence then… it will rob you of your very being, the important people in your life and most importantly… who you are…

Paul Jr rested his chin upon his arms as he thought about what his father meant. I wonder what's going on with him… Paul tilted his head so that his cheek laid on his arms.

No sleep for me now I guess… Paul Jr sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair and sat up on the side of his bed, sliding his hands down either side of his face. He was about to open the door to go and brush his teeth when he heard...

"Paul… I've just got off the phone with a friend of mine." Jacoline spoke softly. "Paul Jr slowly shut the door in front of him as began to listen. "She says that there's been something or someone attacking people in their homes in the nearby area…And she says that before the stranger attacks each victim, he asks them all the same question… "Where is Paul?"

Paul Jr's eyes enlarged with scepticism. Who on earth would want to attack people in such a peaceful town? And what did any of this have to do with my dad?

Paul Jr felt the irregular beats that his heart was making each second. He continued to listen, wondering what his dad was going to say and how he was going to react.

Paul Snr put his face in his hands and slowly slid them down his face, trying to take in what he had just heard from his wife. Jacoline recognised the fear and dread in his eyes instantly.

"You know who it is…don't you Paul?"

Paul Snr began to pace the floor, thinking of what he could do now, his breaths becoming lifeless and shallow.

"Maybe we need to go somewhere…just get out of town for a little while…. Hopefully he would have given up and left by then…"

Jacoline, who had both her hands to her lips in worry, offered her loving husband a comforting embrace. She looked up, into his thriving brown eyes and said "What about… Coffee Bay?"

Paul Jr, who was still listening on the conversation, smiled as he thought back to all the childhood memories that were shared between him and his parents on the heavenly beach.

A handsome dimple appeared on Paul Snr's face as he thought back to when they used to go Coffee Bay all the time, especially after a couple of months when Paul Jr had been born. That sweet smile he saw on his baby's face whenever they were on the beach… lighting up the whole damn place almost instantly…

Paul Snr smiled with remembrance as he thought back to when Paul Jr was growing up. And now? Now he w as becoming a young man… with his whole future ahead…

Paul Snr pinched his eyes as he felt tears coming again. Jacoline pulled herself closer into her husband, as she smoothly stroked his cheek and jaw stubble, smiling at him. "It's unbelievable how much he's grown… isn't it?"

I forget how she reads my mind. Paul Snr beamed and brought himself face to face with Jacoline so that their noses were touching. "Yeah…" He replied, staring dreamily back into his wife's hazel eyes.

"Speak of the devil… Does Paul Jr know anything about this?"

Paul Snr expressed a look of guilt and looked away from his wife. Jacoline gasped and immediately stepped away from Paul Snr.

"PAUL! How could you?"

Paul Snr turned away, his back facing to Jacoline. "I don't want my only son getting involved with this! I don't want him knowing his father is nothing more than a coward-

"Sshh… it's okay" she said, stroking his cheek. "We don't want Paul waking up, hearing this…"

Paul Jr slowly slid down the floor, his heart dropping with devastation, as he slowly ran his hands through his hair.

What doesn't he want me to know that's so damn important?!

Paul Jr felt tears coming as he closed his eyes and tried to separate himself from everything and laid his head against the door.

He opened his eyes instantly and jumped, as if struck by lightning. It couldn't be-

"Paul? Paul, are you awake?" His mother chimed.

"Well he is now", Paul Snr muttered.

Paul Jr quickly got to his feet and tiptoed to his bed, with his back to the door.

The door creaked open as Paul Snr and Jacoline crept in their son's bedroom slowly.

"Paul?" Jacoline sat down beside her son nudging his shoulder softly with her hand.

Paul Jr turned on his back and yawned as if he had been asleep all this time.

"Your father and I were just talking and… how do you feel about a trip to Coffee Bay?" Paul Jr widened his eyes with fabricated excitement "We haven't been there in AGES! Sure let's go!"

"Great!" Jacoline smiled lovingly at her son and gently tapped his cheek a couple of times.

Paul Jr reciprocated the same smile to his mother, but out of the corner of his eye, Paul Jr could see Paul Snr stare blankly at his phone, with a tear glistening from his eye. He looked at the window then back at his phone as he went to look outside the window.

Paul Snr stood at the window, lifeless, staring blankly out the window. Paul Jr moved past his mother to see what was going through his father's mind.

"No..." he spoke weakly, as if in disbelief.

"Dad? Is everything okay?" Paul Jr asked as he raised his eyes in suspicion.

He slowly got out of his bed edging closer to the quiet man standing at the window sill.

I can't let that wild crazy fool anywhere near my son…He can't…I'll do everything I can to protect him and Jacoline…whatever it takes…

"Dad?" Paul Jr gradually held out his hand towards his father's shoulder…

"GOTCHA!" Paul Snr, held out his hands as if he was going to scare his son, with a daring grin on his face.

"Whoa!" Paul Jr's troubled face turned into a grin, showcasing some of his pearly white teeth and clutching his chest with his hand. Jacoline also jumped a little, shaking her head and giggling at the same time.

"Haha… gotcha good didn't I? Wouldn't want to start this trip on a bad morning, eh?" Paul Snr chuckled as came over to his son and patted him boldly on the back.

Paul Jr grinned as he stretched his back out in pain. "Ah…" he winced, still proclaiming his charismatic smile. "Fair play Dad. Fair play…but you forget…."

Paul Jr reached into his pyjama pocket and pulled out his bandana which he wore all the time during his training hours with his dad. He tied the worn out cloth around his forehead, letting his golden luscious locks of short hair fall over his bandana. He poised himself in a fighting stance, as if he were going to pounce on his dad.

"Everything. fades .to. Black." Paul was about to jump on his dad, who was standing in front of the bed, when Jacoline grabbed her son by the shoulder, stopping him.

"Wait a minute!"

"Mum… what are you doing?" She hastily pushed him over next to Paul Snr.

Jacoline dashed out of the bedroom and quickly came back with a white Polaroid camera. "Special moment!" she chimed, holding the camera up in front of her. Paul Snr looked proudly at his son, who was sorting his hair, trying to make it as perfect as possible for the camera.

"Haha…Look at my son… gonna be a ladies man when he's all grown" Paul Snr chuckled, patting his son gently on the back this time.

Paul Jr raised one of his eyebrows, formed his magnetic smile once again and made a pose with his muscles as if he were The Incredible Hulk. Paul Snr copied his son's posture, gritting his teeth as well. Jacoline chuckled as she held up the Polaroid and said "Say Senior and Junior!"

The two men tried to enlarge their muscles as much as they could as they spoke through gritted teeth "Senior and Junior!"

The Polaroid light flashed as an everlasting memory was captured. Perfect, Jacoline thought as she smiled at the photo that had just come out. She looked up as she heard a laugh coming from Paul Jr. He was clutching at his tummy laughing as Paul Snr was making an impression with his face, contorting it and crossing his eyes.

I hope you know what you are doing works. Jacoline thought, staring at Paul Snr.

Paul Snr immediately stopped his joke and stared back at his wife with a meaningful smile. Well… I can only try and protect you both as much as I can.

Paul Jr caught them staring at each attentively and decided to break the moment between them by tackling his old man onto his bed.

"Oi!" Paul Snr grinned as he playfully pushed his son off him and placed him in a headlock. Jacoline pretended to be the audience and chanted Paul Jr's stage name.

"PJ Black! PJ Black! PJ Black!"

Paul Jr eventually got to his feet and gently nudged his dad a couple of times with his elbow, as if they were in an actual wrestling match. Paul Snr gently planted his first on his son's back, and Paul Jr fell back down to the bed, groaning as if he got hurt. Paul Snr was about to finish him off when….

"Aaahh!" Paul Snr yelled Jacoline jumped onto the bed and pinned him. Paul Jr, pretending to be a referee, tapped the countdown.

"1…2…3" Paul Jr jumped up on the bed and held up his mum's arm. "Your winner… Jacoline!"

Jacoline began to jump up and down in celebration. Paul Jr giggled as Paul Snr rose up and pulled his wife down, causing her to fall on top of him. They both began to burst out in tears of laughter.

Paul Jr smiled at them and this as opportunity to make his entrance.

"DOG PILE!" he shouted. Jacoline and Paul Snr suddenly looked up. "Paul! No!"

Paul Jr performed another somersault and ended up landing on his dad's tommy.

"Oooo…" Paul Snr went, clutching his tummy. "What are you trying to do son, knock the wind out of me?"

Jacoline broke out again in chuckles as Paul Jr put his dad in a headlock and began to mess with his hair. Snickers came from all members of the family as they all looked at each other with an ecstatic smile. I couldn't ask for anything more than this, Paul Jr thought, looking at father, then back to his mom.

Everything seemed so perfectly until….

*SMASH*

The noise made all three family members jump as they heard the sound of glass breaking on the floor. Jacoline clutched Paul Jr close to her, as Paul Snr slowly crept towards the door, trying to hear what was going on from the outside.

He could hear the sound of heavy footsteps walking on broken glass and the sound of water running. Please don't let it be him… Please God, don't let it be him… Paul Snr's peaceful mind became a dense burden again, as he placed his hand on the door handle.

As he began to open the door, he could sense the stranger pause peculiarly in his steps, waiting to see who was opening the door from where he was standing…

Paul Snr's heart began to beat rapidly as he swallowed his throat. Was this really the end?

Paul Jr and Jacoline jumped with anxiety as Paul Sur flung the door open and ran into the living room.

Silence.

Jacoline was paralyzed with fear and Paul Jr ran his hands through his hair, praying that the worst had not happened to the most important man in their life.

"Dad?" Paul Jr instantly ran through the door into the kitchen.

Nobody was here. Paul Jr scanned the place to see what caused the smash. He looked over to kitchen window and imagined in his mind how the rock had been thrown. Overarm. He walked over and found it underneath the table. He was about to reach for it when…

*BBBRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

Paul Jr's head suddenly hit the table and scurried back a few feet away. He enlarged his eyes again in disbelief as he stared questioningly at the object on the table.

It was another alarm clock, like the same one Paul Jr saw from his window.

He looked elsewhere around the kitchen and found that nothing had been taken or stolen, except… Paul Jr his squinted eyes to look at what appeared to be white dust all over the sink, the kitchen floor, the dining table, the worktop and near his dad's bottle. "What the hell is happening?" He whispered to himself.

"Paul?" Jacoline ran into the kitchen and observed the same mess her son saw. She drew a look of confusion as she glanced towards the front door. It was open.

Paul Jr saw the same thing and began to walk to door, when Jacoline stopped him. "No, you stay here. Don't go anywhere." Paul Jr nodded in obedience as Jacoline slowly crept towards the door and reached for the baseball bat.

She waited near the door, with her bat held high as she began to hear quick footsteps. She looked over to Paul Jr, who quickly ran over and stood in front of his mother.

"Paul, what are you doing? Go and hide!" she hissed quietly.

Paul Jr faced his mother as he moderately took the bat from her.

"No. The least I can do is to protect you-"

The steps became louder as Paul Jr raised the bat up, ready to strike. Jacoline gripped her chest, making swift thumps with her startled heart.

The figure came in. Paul Jr swung with all his might, but the man dodged and held with one of his hands. It was only Paul Snr.

Both mother and son gasped with relief.

"Paul…what the hell happened?" Jacoline asked.

Paul Snr sighed, shook his head and walked over to drink some of his bottle water.

"It's was next door neighbour's kid… again…"

Jacoline put her hands on hips and shook her head, as Paul Jr rolled his tongue around his mouth and pouted, patting the bat in his hand each second, thinking.

"Be back in a second." Paul Jr was storming for the door, when his dad grabbed his shoulder.

Paul Snr chuckled. "Whoa, whoa… easy there son. Do you really want to waste time to beat up that kid again...? Or do you take another old' good trip to Coffee Bay?" He asked, putting his hand on Paul Jr's shoulder.

The livid expression on Paul Jr's face melted into a smooth smile. Jacoline smirked as she walked and said "Your dad's right. We'd better make the best of this day and not let anything ruin it. Besides, it's not long now before you head off for uni..." She smiled; looking at her son's striking dimples through his charming grin.

Paul Snr coughed a little and wrapped either arm around his family. "Come on…let's go and get ready then." Happy smiles were exchanged all around.

"I CALL THE BATHROOM!" Paul Jr shouted as he sped off. Jacoline caught up to him and started tackling him for the bathroom. "Erm…excuse me? What happened to ladies first?"

Paul Jr held onto the bathroom door frame as his mother was tugging at his tank top. "What happened to men before?"

Jacoline gasped at the audacity at her son and let go; Paul Jr raised his eyebrows in defiance at his mum and smirked as her shut the door. Jacoline looked over to Paul Snr was laughing the entire time and shook her head as she went to go pick her clothes for the trip.

Paul smirked as he thought to himself how lucky was. He took another gulp from his bottle but almost choked on it as he caught something.

He caught something on the table that he didn't see before when he first came into the kitchen and ran out the door.

He walked over to the table a little more and saw that he was not imagining things.

On the table, next to the silver alarm clock, was small amounts of the white dust that was scattered all around their kitchen, but they were shaped out into letters. And the letters together created a message together saying:

"You have today, Pink Panther."

He knew what message meant.