"Mom, you really have to wake up this time, please!" Brooke shook her mother. "Brooke, what are you doing?" Melina moaned. Brooke ran over and put her hand over Melina's mouth. "Shhh, Melina, you have got to be quiet," Brooke insisted. "Brooke, what's up with you?" Christy complained. "Shhh! We have to be quiet. Last night some guy hijacked the bus, and he's holding Marshall captive outside in a tent. We need to call Mr. McMahon. Brooke tossed Melina her cell phone – but we soon realized that there was no service in the area – and Christy helped Brooke quietly wake up all of the other divas and explain their situation.
No one knew what to do about the situation, and no one was brave enough to leave the perimeter of the tent. Not one soul had come to visit us during the day to give out food, or tell us what they were doing.
Minutes turned into hours, as the end of the day crept up. Once it was fully dark, Brooke opened the bus doors so she could sit on the steps and listen into the night sky. There was something eerie about that place though. Old leaves rustled by, a dog far off in the distant howled, and every time a plane or jet flew about them, it sound as if they were right next to the great machine. But the eeriest part of it all was the quietness. You could hear footsteps a mile away, so why couldn't she hear anything coming from their captors.
"Brooke, what are you doing awake?" Christy scared Brooke. "Oh, I was just thinking about how scary all of this darkness and quietness is. "Sweetie, I think all of the leftovers that you ate today are getting to you. Come on; let's get back to bed. We'll need our energy for if we ever try to escape out of this place. I love you," Brooke's mother whispered as they dozed off.
The very next morning, Brooke's cell phone had caught a hint of service. Just enough to get an S.0.S call through to the WWE. "Don't let her use the call, we need an adult to use it!" Melina argued. "That's hardly fair, I mean it is her phone," Christy stuck up for Brooke. "No, Mom. Melina's right. I think you should call them instead. They trust you the most out of all of us, and besides, I'm having to much fun out here to end it right now, so you can be the party pooper," Brooke joked as her mother walked into Brooke's place and dialed the call. "Mr. McMahon? This is Christy," "Christy? Where the heck are you guys? This is not funny! We're supposed to be bringing in two more girls tomorrow and three boys, and we need your bus! We were thinking about starting a Jr. Diva/wrestler division, but we can't unless we have Brooke and Stephanie!" Mr. McMahon raged. "Mr. McMahon, please! Didn't you find it a bit suspicious on how all of the Smackdown Divas went missing Saturday morning? I have to make this quick, we were kidnapped, but we don't know by who yet. We need you to call the police and have them track this call," Christy ordered at our boss. "Well you are extremely lucky, because we were just pulling into the police station right now," Mr. McMahon announced. "Stay on the line." The police proclaimed that the coordinates were locked into their system, and the closest officials would rescue the Divas.
Jillian began to get weak from lack of sunlight, Ashley developed food poisoning from the spoiling old food, and they were all running out of water. Brooke was beginning to panic, "Mom, what if the police loose the coordinates, or those guys move us far away from here?" "Don't worry sweetie, they'll be here any time now in some big chopper to save all of us. Okay?" Brooke nodded.
"Wait a minute, where's Lillian?" Brooke jumped up. Lillian worked for Raw as the ring announcer, but she was still considered a Diva. Raw was beginning to hire too many Divas, and their bus was over flowing. So Lillian volunteered to move to the Smackdown bus. "She's probably walking around somewhere outside. Go check, Brooke," Melina ordered. Brooke immediately jumped up and ran off of the bus. "Lillian? Lillian are you out here? Come back to the bus," she whispered, still afraid that their kidnappers would hear her and attack. No sound came out at all. Brooke stepped in a huge pile of mud, and quickly realized that she was near the edge of the tent. There was just enough opening between the thick fabric and the ground to let air and water in. The mud pile was long and wide. Probably ten feet between her and the edge of the tent was all mud. An idea popped into her mind at that moment. Brooke hastily ran back to the bus. "Mom, I need a flashlight, please," she requested. "Why?" Melina asked. "Wasn't talking to you," Brooke retorted. Christy tossed Brooke a large flashlight from a first-aid kit.
Carefully, Brooke browsed over the muddy section looking for footprints. She was just about to give up when a wide stream of two or three sets of footprints caught the light. Brooke left the flashlight on the ground, turned on, pointing at the footpath. She quickly ran back onto the bus and grabbed a battery charged lantern. This time a couple of divas became interested and followed her out to see what she was doing. When Brooke turned on the lantern the trail became more easily seen. There were obviously two men shoes and a smaller set that Brooke feared belonged to Lillian.
Now there was a slight problem with what to do next. Brooke had a feeling that Lillian was taken from two males, that was at least something. But where was she, and was she okay?
A thunderous noise came from above. "It's the helicopter!" Melina shouted from inside. They ran out into the dark, but Brooke was nowhere to be found. "Brooke!" Christy shouted carelessly. Nothing. "Brooke you better not be hiding! Brooke!" Christy's eyes began to water. "Melina! This is your entire fault! If you hadn't sent her out here to retrieve Lillian, she wouldn't have been taken! Why didn't you send out you own daughter?" "Don't blame me Christy! Brooke wanted to be the hero, and I let her be! Just because she's your daughter, doesn't make her the most important one here!" Melina reacted.
"Christy!" Lillian darted back under the tent. It was hard to see, but she had minor bruises and scrapes over her face. "Where's Brooke?" Christy helped Lillian back onto the bus. "Christy, your daughter is crazy! She left the tent, and found Marshall and me in a shed about fifty yards away from here. She untied me, but Marshall is still in there. I heard the captors shouting just as I was leaving the shed. She's still back there and may be in trouble!" Lillian cried out.
"No I'm not!" Brooke's voice rang from outside the tent. Everyone ran out to see Marshall leaning slightly on Brooke's shoulder. The helicopter sat behind them with police officers bailing out trying to help Marshall in. "Brooke!" Christy raged. "Mom, aren't you happy that I saved everyone?" she looked uneasy at her. "Happy? How in the world could I be happy at you putting your life on the line and almost getting killed?!" Christy held her daughters shoulders. "Mom, chill, it's not like I haven't done this kind of stuff before," Brook shook off. "What?" Her mother's eyes bulged. "You know, at my school. Natalie was trapped once by the eighth grade jocks when we were in sixth grade. They wanted her to be servants to the cheerleaders for their birthdays, and smartly, she refused. So they locked her in the bathrooms and had the strongest wrestler dude guard her. I took him out and saved her with only a piece of bubble gum," she bragged.
"What kind of school does my sister have you in?" Christy fret. "Well…" Brooke hesitated. "Let's go! We're going to be late!" Melina and Stephanie rushed.
"There you guys are! What took you so long?" Mr. McMahon had no remorse. "That doesn't matter right now. Anyway, I want you to meet the new Jr. Superstars, kids." He led Stephanie and Brooke to a small room where there were five more kids with bright eyes and large smiles. They weren't the sons or daughters of any of the wrestlers, and Brooke and Stephanie felt a bit arrogant.
"Hi, I'm Luke,"
"Tony,"
"Connor,"
"Sarah,"
"And Kali," everyone introduced themselves.
"I'm Brooke,"
"I'm Stephanie," they greeted.
"This is going to be so cool! I've always wanted a summer job, and what a better one to have!" Connor laughed. "Totally, I can't wait for our first match tonight!" Kali cheered. "Yea, I never heard what that was?" Brooke tilted her head. "Kali and I are teaming up against you and Stephanie," Sarah answered. "What?!" Brooke and Stephanie exclaimed together. "Is that bad?" Tony pondered. "Have you even been watching the show this summer?" Stephanie retorted. "Not much, haven't had time," Toney shrugged. "I can't team with you!" Brooke complained. "And you think that I want to team with you?" Stephanie returned quickly. "I can't believe this!" they said in unison.