Although Jen had a passion for wrestling, a childhood injury prevented her from being able to safely and correctly contort her body to take as many bumps as everyone else could. That didn't mean she couldn't find another sport to pick up in the meantime. Jen was an avid kickboxing fan; having picked it up when she found out she couldn't wrestle. The gym in the hotel she was staying at had more than enough kickboxing equipment to make her happy. Kickboxing wasn't just to keep her in shape; she used it as a method of releasing her frustration. Her frustration today was aimed at Glenn. Jen had promised herself to call him Kane as long as they were out in the public eye, and he respected that. While Kane and Glenn were two very different personalities, sometimes she could see him struggling to keep them as far apart as possible. This was one of those times she knew that when she saw him later, he would be Kane, the director of operations for the Authority, but even more so, later after the event, he would still be struggling to maintain his humble, caring side as Glenn. Jennifer laughed to herself, it was silly to think that Kane and Glenn were the same person, but as she worked the bag, she could definitely see the connection between them when something was wrong.
After she had finished working out, showered, ate and packed up her things, she was on her way to the show. Hopefully where she would see Kane before the show started. She had brought along Glenn's favorite food, a few slices of supreme cheesy pizza, in hopes that he would feel better. She arrived a bit earlier than expected, so she wasn't surprised to see the production trucks and a few of the wrestler's cars. She parked her truck next to another much larger truck, and got out to collect her things. She jumped as a sudden 'boo!' came out of nowhere. She whipped around, ready to throw the item in her hand at the person, but her face lit up as her eyes took in the man in front of her. None other than Dean Ambrose was standing next to her, chuckling as he grabbed the pizza from her hand, setting it down. "Now, now, we don't want to have a mess here, do we?" Jen watched as the wind blew his brown hair into his eyes, making him shake his head a bit. "I'm sorry 'bout that, Dean, I didn't know that was your truck…. Or that you were even in it." She jumped again as another voice behind her rung out, "That's because it's my truck." She turned to see Roman laughing along with Dean, both having scared her. She shook her head and started grabbing her things. Within seconds a pair of hands shot out and took her bag, "Dean I can ca-." "Now, now darlin', it's a gentlemen's rule to always carry a lady's belongings! Where's that big red dog of yours anyway? Thought you kept him on a leash these days!". The glare he received shut him up real quick. Jen sighed and shut the tailgate, making sure everything else was locked. Her and Dean waited for Roman to grab his things and soon enough the three of them were heading towards the arena entrance. "Kane's been distant lately, and I don't know why, I don't think I've done anything wrong…". She looked at Dean, and his face showed a bit of confusion, he knew Jen and Glenn were a thing, but he couldn't understand why he would act like that towards her. His eyes were met by Roman's and he looked just as concerned. Neither of them could really do anything about it, though, since they were at odds with Kane in the ring. Dean shrugged and put his arm around Jen's shoulders, "Don't worry about it, Jen, I'm sure if you talk to him about it, you'll figure it out! Anywho, you got me and Roman to chill with if it all goes to shit." Jen looked at Dean, and he was smiling at her. She had grown close with Dean since he was moved to the main roster, and considered him close to her as well. She returned the smile, lucky to have a friend like Dean around.
What none of them realized was that a pair of ears picked up the entire conversation. Kane stood in the shadows, watching as they passed by into the arena. He had walked outside for some fresh air and to call Jen again when he saw her pull in next to Reigns and Ambrose and he immediately stepped out of view to watch. He knew Jen was close to other superstars, and it didn't bother him, not for a while at least. He noticed that once he made it clear that he would stick with the Authority, she started to behave differently around him when they were backstage. When he would walk into the back, beat up and bruised from a match with Ambrose or Reigns or Ziggler, Jen would only look at him like he was a wounded puppy. That upset the man, being that five years ago she would be the first one to come out and congratulate him after his match. Now, he noticed that she would be the one congratulating Ambrose or whoever after their win against him. His blood started to boil, and he walked back inside, eager to allow that monster hidden beneath the suit to appear again.