"Ouch! Geez Si, pull your punches!" Her brother instructed. They had driven home in relative quiet; he had hoped that she was going let the whole thing go. So much for that.

"No." She told him while delivering a spinning back kick that landed square in his chest and sent him stumbling back. "How dare you embarrass me like that?" She stood arms akimbo, waiting for his answer.

"What do you mean embarrass? I rescued you! Or did you forget that you are Fucking socially inept?" He moved back onto the mat and began circling her. "What do you think would have happened if I hadn't shown up?"

Simone threw a wild haymaker that missed. "I..."

"You would have stood there stammering, unable to get a word out and probably ended up running away crying." She threw another punch that he dodged.

"You didn't have to be rude. He was just being nice." She jumped when he attempted a leg sweep.

"Ha! Jeff Hardy is a playboy, philanthropist, a drug addict, and an all around dog. The man wouldn't know nice if you hit him in the head with it." He took another swing and connected with her shoulder, she winced. "Damn! Pay attention. "

Simone dropped her fists and stepped back. "It wasn't just the scene you caused with Jeff Hardy. You dragged me to that party and ditched me. I spent almost two hours pretending to be invisible and praying no one would notice me before any of that even happened. Why did you make me even go?"

Emo could hear tears building up in her trembling voice. He too dropped his fighting stance. "Si, I'm sorry. The short answer is because I'm a selfish ass. I've worked so hard to get us here. We're in the WW Fucking E! This is my dream come true and at that party I got blinded by the splendor of it all. I'm sorry baby girl." He was honestly contrite.

Simone felt like an idiot. Emo had been the one to raise her. He'd only been 18 when their parents died; leaving him to take care of his anxiety crippled little sister. She was only 5 years younger than him, but emotionally she was eons behind.

He'd supported them by earning fifty bucks a night in the amateur wrestling circuits, and working a full time job during the day. He had made her finish high school, and start college (that didn't last long).

For the past ten years her big brother had done everything in his power to take care of her, including teach her to wrestle. Now thanks to all his hard work he'd been picked up by the WWE and had even worked her into his character's storyline.

Tears slid down her cheeks. "Oh Emo," She crooned using the stupid gimmick name he'd come up with. "I'm so sorry. You deserve to be happy and have fun. I'm sorry that I'm in your way all the time and you have to swoop in and rescue me every five minutes. "

He rushed forward and pulled his baby sister into his arms. "Don't be sorry! I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. You're my inspiration little one. We did this together, we got this far!" He leaned back to look into her eyes. We're going to keep going. Soon enough we'll be on top." Emo took a step back and reached to cradle her face in his big hands. "One day the world will look at you and they will see what I see."

"A spoiled brat?" She asked with a sniffle.

"That too." He gave her a crooked grin. "I see a strong, smart, beautiful young woman. Who kicks like a mule." He added, letting her go to rub at the center of his chest where she'd kicked him.

"Don't be such a baby." She giggled.

"I'm gonna show up for my first Monday night Raw with a bruise in the shape of your foot on my chest. No one will buy your act then."

"It's not an act Emo. When you're not with me I...I just..."

"I know baby, I know. "