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Julie's Point of View-

I wandered the halls to the female locker room letting myself in and going into the bathroom portion of the locker room using one of the stalls coming out seeing only Beth and Natalya. "Good luck out there you two…" I said.

"Thanks, you going to be out there?" Beth asked.

"Maybe, I have to go find my brother to get my ticket…" I said.

"If you are out there, what do you say about some pictures? I'll pay you plus some to put on a disc?" Beth asked.

"I can't pass up that opportunity, plus Drew has requested the same but he doesn't know he's paying…." I said smiling.

"I'll do the same…" Natalya said.

"Lunch tomorrow to go over the photos?" I asked.

"Dinner…" Natalya said.

"Dinner it is." I said smiling as I nodded walking out of the room to go find my brother. "If I was my brother, where would I be?" I asked myself as I walked through the halls saying 'hi' to people I remembered and only if they said something to me first. I found Stephen who was chatting with Randy and John, I always got nervous being around those two due to how good looking those men were, Randy was just sex on a stick and John was close to that with those damn blue eyes but I never told my brother that I found the two men hot because he would fight them off with a stick even if they were married or he will lock me in my room so I tend to keep my thoughts about who I like or anything dealing with someone possibly showing interest in me, especially those that work with him afraid that he will murder someone due to how protective he was of me. I walked over waiting until I heard the conversation end, "Sorry to interrupt the conversation guys, but Stephen, have you seen my brother?" I asked.

"Hey Julie." John said as he grabbed me pulling me into his big muscular figure feeling so small opposed to all the muscles he had.

"Hey John…Randal." I said smirking as I glanced over to Randy.

"Randy…" He said correcting me.

"Okay, hey Randy." I said smirking trying not to blush in the presence of the two hottest men on the roster, I knew I couldn't really show interest in any guy, well I could but I couldn't let my brother find out because he will become extremely more protective and last time I had a boyfriend it got broken off because Wade scared the poor kid that much.

"Hey Julie." Randy said with his sly smirk.

"How's college?" John asked.

"Graduate Thursday so no more college for me." I said smiling.

"Full time travelling now?" Randy asked.

"I haven't decided yet." I said shrugging.

"It's a big decision and it will take a lot of thinking…but you are still young and got your whole life ahead of you after Thursday." John said patting me on the shoulder nodding knowing they were right but it felt so much bigger than what they were saying.

"Right…anyways, I would love to stay and chat but I need to find my brother, you know where he's at?" I asked looking to Stephen.

"He is at the trainers quarters…" Stephen said.

"Why is he there?" I asked.

"They help him stretch his legs before the match." Stephen said.

"Well, that sounds weird but okay…catch you guys later…" I said as I turned around heading where I came.

"Julie! My hug!" Randy said.

"I'll give you one later after I make sure you don't hurt my brother." I said turning around to walk backwards.

"He's a big boy, he can handle himself…" Randy said.

"But you are also the viper and the man known to punt guys in the head." I said as he smirked as I turned around walking towards the trainers quarters letting myself in seeing my brother laying on one of the beds and the one trainer was lifting my brother's leg as far as it would go as I walked further into the room after making sure the door shut quietly. "What's wrong with your leg?" I asked as I looked down at my brother then glanced to the trainer.

"Nothing…just tender muscles…" He said in a groan of pain.

"Why don't you take a break if you hurt so much?" I asked out of concern.

"I'm fine, just need a few more extra stretches and it doesn't help I'm just so freakishly tall and I'm not getting any younger." Wade said chuckling as I rolled my eyes.

"I'm doing dinner with Beth and Natalya tomorrow, they want me to do their photos tonight and want to review them with me." I said.

"Sounds good…your ticket is on the counter…" He said pointing over to the counter where there was a bottle of water and his jacket he insisted would be his 'character' thing.

"Thanks bro…you need anything?" I asked.

"Yeah…I talked to Frank…"

"Frank? The head photographer? What for?" I asked.

"To see if he needed any help and…"

"Wade, you didn't volunteer me, did you?" I asked putting my hands on my hips.

"I didn't volunteer you but he said he has room for a photographer this weekend and it's always open if you ever want to get your feet wet in how it goes down there…but I'm not going to push you into it because it's your decision." Wade said as I nodded as I picked up my ticket heading out stopping at the door turning to look at my brother seeing the pain on his face wondering to myself if he thought what he does worth what he is doing now or if that is what I want to happen to me, but Lord knows it may not happen to me, injury is like roulette. I turned back around walking out the door finding my way out to the arena finding my seat in the floor section being one of the first people in the arena before fans were let in to the arena. I sat in my seat trying to wrap my mind around what Wade had said about me being able to go photograph with Frank, I have only met Frank a few times and he has always been nice and willing to work with me about letting me go down and take photos of Wade but now it feels different. Now, it's not just take pictures of Wade, it's my life, my passion and very equal with how I feel about my wrestling, and I'm not only snapping photos of Wade, there is Drew, Stephen, Nattie and Beth. Now, it's my career choice of sorts and now it seems like Frank could honestly critique my work because before it was a hobby and now it can be a career choice but I need to not worry about what Frank thinks and go with what I feel and think because it's my photo and not his. I sat there pulling out my camera from my bag making sure it was fully charged and how much storage I had on it knowing I hadn't loaded up all the photos from it yet and I pulled out my spare chip and my spare battery sliding them into my pocket for later use so I won't have to go digging into my bag for them during the show and miss something. The show begun and I went snap happy with my camera of the pyrotechnics and of anything I thought was photo pretty, even if it was of a wrestler I may not have met yet or very close to for practice. After the show, I stood up pulling my bag onto my seat to put my camera up to head backstage to check on my brother and the other goons when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder looking over said shoulder seeing Frank.

"Hey!" I said as he pulled me into a hug.

"Hey, why you sitting here? Didn't Stu tell you that you can come in and photograph with us?" Frank asked.

"Yeah he did, I just didn't want to impose…" I said shrugging.

"You aren't imposing, I want you on my crew for the weekend…it'll be nice having an extra set of hands and an extra camera working…plus…don't tell the guys, but I think you will be able to capture better images than them…" He said as he looked around before he finished the second half of his sentence.

"I doubt that Frank…I'll think about it for tomorrow's and Monday's show…" I said as I pulled my bag onto my shoulder.

"No thinking, just do it…" He said.

"God, you sound like my brother." I said as I turned to walk with him towards the back letting fans go first through the walkway that intersected with going backstage.

"That is why I like your brother…" He said.

"Most people do…I like to think he is like a parasite…" I said as he chuckled.

"Well, you are related to him, what does that make you?"

"I'm nothing like him…" I said in an offensive tone.

"You're right….sorry…" Frank said.

"You better…" I said jokingly.

"Well, I got to head back to control to hand over photos and get to editing what we have…Wade said you had a portfolio to hand over?"

"Is there anything my brother didn't tell you?" I asked curiously.

"How your college is going, he hasn't really spoke much about how far along you were into that because we can't really afford an intern right now that doesn't live near headquarters and since you live in Florida, you are out of luck."

"I just finished college so I'm free and willing to work…" I said shrugging kind of unsure if this was a legit job offer, if this was really what I wanted but then again at least it'll be a job and I'll be doing one of the things I loved.

"Well, I like you and I too think you are like your brother in that parasite thing because you hang around and kind of dug your way under my skin. Plus, from what I have seen already from what Stu has showed me I like what I see and it's not like you haven't worked the pit before, so you have experience. Let me get that portfolio to hang onto to take with me back to headquarters and pitch it to them, you have a resume?" He asked.

"Not with me, didn't think I would be handing it over actually…" I said honestly pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

"What do you mean you didn't think you would hand it over? You brought a portfolio to hand over, right?" Frank asked.

"Yeah, I brought the portfolio because Stu wanted me to do so…and because…you know, let me just give you the portfolio and I'll bring you the resume next weekend." I said nervously swallowing the ball of nerves and uncertainty about this whole thing as I went to reach into my bag as he grabbed my hand.

"Do you want this job?" Frank asked as I looked up from where I looked into my bag to Frank not knowing how to answer that.

"Right now, I don't know what I want but I know in the end that this may be what I want…" I said shrugging.

"You know, I was where you were at one point and it's normal to be uncertain…just hand over your portfolio and it'll take a month at the least to get a decision out of the leg nuts if you got the job that we need sooner than later…" Frank said.

"That will give me time to think…"

"Thinking is the best option, and I'm sure you will choose wisely…but I better see you suited up tomorrow to work the pit." Frank said as I smiled finally pulling out the portfolio handing it over to Frank.

"I will see what I can do."

"No, you will be there…" Wade said getting me to snap my head seeing my brother stepping up to us wrapping his arm around me.

"How much did you hear?" I asked.

"That Frank wants you to work the pit tomorrow…why? Were you talking about me?" Wade asked.

"No…why would we talk about you?" I asked.

"Well, see you guys tomorrow…good match Stu." Frank said as he nodded walking past us.

"Night Frank." I said.

"Night you two." He said as he continued walking with his back to us.

"You ready to go?" Wade asked.

"Why'd you tell Frank that I had my portfolio and ask him if I could go into the pit?" I asked kind of mad that he would do that without asking me.

"Because I was just doing you a favor and looking out for you, that's what you want isn't it? I mean, the photos in the pit have to be better than from sitting in the audience."

"Well next time let me do it for myself, I don't need my big bad brother going and saving the day and doing my work…I'm a big girl Wade!" I said as I stormed past him, I didn't mean to blow up at him but I think I was just afraid of what is to come knowing what it was like in the pit and how much I enjoyed it. I went outside the arena stepping aside from the door leaning back sliding down to sit running my hands through my hair keeping my hands stuck in my hair on the back of my head. What was I to do? I went to college for photography so this should be my dream come true but why do I feel like it's not? I thought my stresses would end with finishing my college but the stress of what I want to do with rest of my life haunted me because I worked so hard to get where I am now but here I am pretty much having the job I worked hard for being offered to me and I don't know if I want it. How do you know you want it or not? I mean, is this honestly what I want to do? What if I'm not good enough? What if I decide that photography isn't what I want after a month? I honestly didn't know where I was going, where I wanted to go, or what to think. I was so confused, I just wanted to have fun and enjoy life now that I had finished college, I didn't want to start work because I wanted to think about life and live it to its fullest before all of this happened. I sat there letting people come in and out of the door not even looking up.

"Hey…" I heard my brother's voice as I didn't even look up then feeling him step in front of me squatting down. "You mad at me?" Wade asked as I felt him grabbing my arm trying to tug it from my face.

"No…I'm not mad, you have done a whole lot worse shit to me." I said honestly.

"Then why'd you snap?" Wade asked.

"It's just a lot on my mind…" I said shrugging as I finally looked up into my brothers brown eyes.

"I'm sorry for what I did and I know I shouldn't butt into your life because you are a grown adult but you know I can't do that." Wade said smiling.

"I know you can't, but next time let me do it on my own terms…"

"But isn't that what you want to do?" Wade asked.

"To be honest Wade-" I begun when the door opened.

"I win though…" Drew said.

"No you didn't, that was not a part of the bet." Stephen said.

"Yes it was, you are just a sore loser." Drew said.

"We ready to go?" Stephen asked as he looked down at Wade and I.

"Yeah…" I said nodding as I looked from the two men standing beside me to my brother and he just gave me this concerned look, "We'll talk later…" I said dishonestly, how do you tell one you are unsure of what you want to do with your future? Especially your brother, the man that wants the best for you other than your parents, the man that is allowing you to live in their house for free, the man that pays for 98% of all of your things, and the man that is as encouraging as he is. Yet, I was mad at him for trying to push this onto me even though he claims that he will support me until I can get off my feet but I felt forced or I felt trapped into doing this, I'm going to do it with a smile on my face because I enjoy doing the photos but wish it was on my own terms.