Before I talk about this chapter, I'd like to address why last chapter was so vague. There's a reason, you see; and that reason is an over 9,000 word chapter of backstory that took me months to finish. It explains a lot of stuff, but it doesn't really fit into the beginning of the fic. It will be posted, I just won't tell you when. Now, this should be all six of our main peeps. Serge and Sunny, everybody; even though Sunny never really spoke too much. So this is the last of the beginnings/prologue whosie-whatsits. And if any of you guys find the alternating settings confusing; don't worry, next chapter, everything starts to come together. Read on!

I disclaim all recognizable WWE characters and the shoes I'm currently wearing as I stole them from my cousin. CONTINUING!

"4.50 is your change, sir. Thank you for shopping at the Tampa Regional Airport Cafe,"

Rey Mysterio smiled back at the cafe cashier, muttering a thanks as he balanced two dozens of donuts in one hand and a drink holder with four steaming hot coffees in the other. He glanced around, his eyes searching the early morning crowd.
Rey growled. He knew he was short, but how hard was it supposed to be to find a six foot six greek giant? After about ten minutes of walking aimlessly around the cafe, Rey heard a familiar female voice, spitting out a string of curses in spanish and he immediatley moved to it.

Rey soon found himself glancing from his friend Dave Batista as the giant looked on blankly at the 5'4 wall of attitude growling at him. Rey sighed, placing the items on the nearby table a young latino was sitting at, glued to a computer screen. He looked back to Dave and the girl.

"Dave, you know you ain't never gonna understand what that girl's telling you, I don't see why you're still listening to her," Rey called, taking the coffees out of the holder, placing one by the latino boy's hand. The teen muttered a thanks without looking up.

"Rey, your neice has this hypno thing going on with her mouth, "Dave started and the girl glared harder at him, "The faster she talks, the harder it is to pull away from her evil clutches." The girl immediatley stopped speaking, rolling her eyes at him. Dave laughed.

"I"m free!" He cried, happily.

"Shut up,"The girl scoffed. Dave looked back at her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"You know I'm just playing with you, Sunny. Look, go sit by your brother, Serge, and eat. You two are going to need a little something to help you through the day," Dave said, leading her towards the table and sitting her down across from Serge, pushing a box of donuts toward her. Rey finished setting up the table before looking back at Dave.

"Speaking of help; weren't you supposed to be helping me get the food?" Rey asked, glaring up at his friend. Dave nodded, "Then why the hell weren't you?"

"I was!" Dave started, glancing back at a sneering Rey, "I watched your neice and nephew while you went get the food. I'd call that help. These little kids need supervision."

Rey rolled his eyes. For someone as big and ripped as Dave was, he didn't like manual labor in the morning. Avoided it at all costs, and after years of travelling together, this had been something Rey had come to learn but still found extremely irritating.

"We're not little kids, Dave. Hell, we're both driving," Sunny corrected him, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Really? Because I feel like I should be looking for a yellow brick road," Dave muttered as he slid into a seat next to Sunny, who smacked him on the arm as he grabbed a donut. Rey thought for a second.

"I'm shorter than Serge, what the hell does that make me if they're the midgets from Wizard of Oz?" Rey snorted. Dave didn't even look up as he munched into his donut.

"They weren't midgets, Rey, they were munchkins, get it right. And you know damn well what you are," Dave corrected him, glancing up for a second. Rey dared him with his eyes to say it and apparently, Dave wasn't going to back down as he smirked, "Oompa, loompa doo ba dee doo..."

Rey glared at his friend before grudgingly sitting down next to his nephew, grabbing a coffee. This was a big week. He and Dave had their tag match at Summerslam. Sunny would be working her first pay per view as a makeup artist and wardrobe manager. Serge had his debut match against The Miz, Randy Orton, and Dolph Ziggler. Rey was probably worried about Serge most. He knew his nephew was a great wrestler and had the capability to win that match, but he wasn't sure if the kid himself knew that.

The seventeen year old had a bad habit of getting extremely nervous over even just small things. He couldn't imagine how freaked out inside the kid was now. He looked over at the boy. His brow was furrowed in concentration, headphones in as he stared at his laptop. Rey glanced at the screen, seeing what looked like a video of an indie circuit wrestling show on youtube. Looking back up, he saw Sunny and Dave arguing again and he rolled his eyes, glancing back at Serge. He pulled an earphone out of Serge's ear, making him look up. Serge paused the video.

"Huh? I'm sorry Rey, were you talking?" Serge asked, looking genuinely confused. The boy had tired written across his face.

"No. What're you watching?" Rey nodded to the laptop. Serge glanced at it.

"Oh, nothing. Just studying a few matches," He mumbled. Rey gave him a look.

"Weren't you studying matches the whole plane ride? And correct me if I'm wrong, during all of the last episode of Smackdown?" When Serge didn't answer him, Rey sighed, "Serge, you don't need to study all these matches. You're a great wrestler, okay? Trained by the best too, if I do say so myself." Rey said, trying and failing at nonchalantly pointing to himself. Serge laughed.

"Thanks Rey," Serge nodded, going to press play again only to have Rey cover his hand with his own, stopping him. Serge glanced up, confused, at his uncle.

"You obviously didn't understand what I just told you, so lemme translate: Get the hell off that laptop and eat," Rey said, placing a few donuts in front of him. Serge groaned.

"But I need to prepare for my match," He argued.

"You need to rest. Your dad will kill me if I let you stress yourself into a panic attack like I know you want to," Rey shook his head, reaching to shut the laptop. Serge stopped him, pleading with his eyes. Rey glared at him before sighing.

"This is the last video, entiendes?"

"Si, entiendes!" Serge nodded quickly, handing Rey an earphone. Rey put it in just as Serge started the video again, "This one's a tag match. I figured it could be useful to look at."

"You seen any of these guys before?" Rey asked as the first team, some guys named Big Tony and B-Smooth, entered the ring.

"No. It's some circuit in Louisiana. Baton Rouge or something like that. This was filmed at last night's show," Serge said. Rey nodded. They continued to watch on as their opponents were announced. Some team called the P.A.C.K. A B.O.B song came on and the team walked out onto the ramp. At first, neither Rey or Serge thought anything of it, but in a few seconds, they were both fumbling for the pause button.

"That's the Pack?"Rey asked, squinting at the frozen picture of two girls before glancing at Serge. The teen shrugged and Rey looked back at the screen.

"I don't think this video's gonna be of much use to you, Serge. This is probably just some fake video of these guys clowning around, anyway."

Serge mumbled something inaubdible before shrugging and pressing play anyway. Despite what he had said, Rey leaned back in, watching the match start. Five minutes in and Rey was shocked to see that not only was it a legitemate match, but it was a good one too. Serge's face was practically glued to the screen. He seemed a bit awe struck at the finishing combo the two used to win the match: a shooting star ddt followed by a shooting star leg drop.

As the match ended, Serge nodded, impressed. It also didn't hurt that they were pretty cute, especially the taller one. He glanced back at Rey, a victorious smirk on his face.

"And you thought it would be useless,"

"I didn't say the word useless. I said it wouldn't be of much use. There's a difference." Rey griped as he turned away, reaching for a donut.

"Difference is I was right and you were wrong," Serge teased. Rey sent him a glare out the corner of his eye.

"Shut up and eat before I leave you here alone," Rey growled, closing the laptop and pushing it to the side.

The small group carried on with breakfast but Serge was barely there. He just couldn't seem to shake that match from his mind. For the rest of the day, Serge didn't bother studying anymore videos and Rey was glad, because the kid needed some rest. Serge didn't need to study anymore though. He had seen all he needed to.