A/N: Bam. Told you I wouldn't take two months.

Disclaimer: I'm not on a fixed income, I'm on a broke income, because I'm BROKE. I don't own nothing but The P.A.C.K and those two lil Mexicali kids, got it? Cool, on with the fic.

At the moment, Serge loved Randy Orton's entrance theme. Absolutely cherished it. As the young wrestler waited in gorilla, he hoped that the hard chords blasting through the speakers around the arena would never come to an end as Orton made his way down the ramp. Miz and Dolph were already in the ring, pacing the ropes like caged animals.

All too soon, Randy's music was fading out, only to be replaced by Serge's own theme; Unknown Soldier by Breaking Benjamin. Serge tried his best to push that sick feeling in his stomach to the back of his mind as Justin Roberts introduced him. Taking one last breath, Serge walked through the curtain and out onto the stage.

People seemed to stretch on for miles in the stands, but strangely; they began to quickly fizzle out into a dark fuzzy cloud blocking Serge's view. Suddenly, the cloud began to smother him. Serge could hear voices around him and he tried to speak, but he still couldn't breathe; and instead let out a loud scream.

Instantly, lights and laughter flooded his senses as he jerked awake. Awake. It was just a dream.

He looked up, gasping heavily to see Dave standing above him, chortling obnoxiously. In the big man's hand was the pillow he'd used to scare Serge half to death in his sleep.

"Dave!" Serge spat, preparing to jump off the bench and attack the older man. He stopped though as he became aware of Rey standing next to him, not looking the slightest bit amused at either of them. In fact, he looked absolutely pissed.

"Where's your sister at? We need to have a little talk."

XoxoxoxoxoX

For as long as Rey and Dave had been away from the locker rooms, they had only spoken with Vince for about two and a half of the five hours the meeting was scheduled to last. The boss man had sent them to speak with Hunter, who had some very interesting news regarding Rey's niece and nephew.

Now, Rey sat across from the two teens as they all had lunch. Or attempted to, anyway. Neither Serge nor Sunny were getting much eating done with the disapproving looks their uncle had locked on them.

Finally, Serge glanced from a just as confused Sunny to their obviously angered uncle.

"Um, Rey, is there something wrong?" He asked a bit sheepishly.

"Oh no, I'm fine." Rey sighed, sarcasm biting through his usually calm voice.

"But you will never believe the stories I heard about the two of you."

The two siblings exchanged glances, wondering which stories, exactly, Rey had heard. Sitting up a little taller, Serge stared back at Rey, ready to get a lecture on bringing to unauthorized people backstage.

"It was all my fault Rey, Sunny had nothing to do with it. I'm sorry." Serge admitted.

Rey sighed, shaking his head.

"I'm glad you admitted to what you did, and it's good to see that you're trying to protect your sister. But you're still in trouble and one sorry isn't going to fix the wrongs you've both done."

"Will two sorries fix it?" Sunny asked sheepishly. Serge kicked her foot under the table, signaling for her to be quiet.

"Sunny this isn't a game," Rey started, "I'm especially disappointed in you. Hunter was nice enough to put you on an already packed shoot and you repay him by drenching every last piece of wardrobe in the divas locker room with Coppertone?"

Sunny had opened her mouth to argue her point, but as more and more words spilled from Rey's mouth, the less she had to say. The first thing that had managed to catch her off guard was that the photo shoot Hunter had assigned her already had the necessary amount of crew members. There was no reason that Hunter would have needed her on the job. The fact that he'd put her on anyway made her appreciation towards the blonde man grow even more. The second thing Rey had said that left her wordless and gaping was the accusation that she'd destroyed the costumes in the divas locker room. This made absolutely no sense. Marisol had been the one to make the majority of them, and whenever there was a glitch in wardrobe, no matter who's fault it was, it was Marisol's job to tend to it. There was no logical reason as to why she would have been the one to do it.

"And Serge, as for you," Rey began, "After so many years of being on the road with me, I thought you would've learned proper backstage etiquette by this time. We aren't always lucky enough to have a gym set up for us in these arenas, and when we are; common sense should tell you to be respectful and not trash it. Do you know how disappointed I was when Hunter told me about the huge mess in the showers and all the broken gym equipment found after you left?"

Serge stared at Rey, brow furrowed. This was not the lecture he was expecting. The young highflier could only imagine what the showers must have looked like after his run in with Dolph and Mike, and he lightly blushed. He never noticed any broken equipment as he left though.

"Rey, I didn't trash the gym. And Marisol couldn't have destroyed the whole wardrobe. We were both in the locker room where you found us for most of the day." Serge tried to explain. Rey looked critically over his niece and nephew, doubt clear in his eyes.

"Most of the day? What about the rest of it?" He asked.

"Earlier, I had been in the gym. Me and Randy were in there for at least two-three hours tops before he left to get ready for a meet and greet and I headed back to the locker room." Serge said.

"And you?" Rey asked, switching his gaze to Sunny.

"After Serge had gotten back is when I left to go see Hunter about that shoot. He sent me to get some Coppertone from the divas locker room, but Rey I swear; I never even opened the cans."

I never even got back to the room with them... Sunny thought to herself.

Rey glanced between the two siblings; searching their eyes for any traces of deceit. When he found none, he sighed, rubbing a hand down his face.

"So Hunter made up these ridiculous stories about you two just for kicks?" Rey asked, disbelievingly.

"I don't know what's going on." Serge sighed, resting his head in his hands.

"I don't even know how Hunter knew I'd been in the gym. I haven't spoken to him all day."

"Mike and Dolph told him about it." Rey said.

All thoughts disappeared from Serge's mind as his head snapped up and he stared, gaping at his sister. Sunny looked on, grinding her teeth angrily as the two names played out repeatedly in her mind.

Of course. It all made sense now. After Serge had left the gym, the duo must have returned and wrecked the place. When Sunny had run into them near the divas locker room, she had never picked the bottles up after being tripped the second time. She must have forgotten to lock the door to the locker room, allowing Dolph and Mike to sneak in and destroy everything. The chances the two siblings had earned seemed to be disintegrating in their palms.

XoxoxoxoxoX

At around seven o'clock that evening, the numbers at the opening day of Axxess finally began to dwindle down. Most of the booths and event tables were beginning to close up for the night and the people slowly trickled away from the arena. Still, with the majority of the attendants gone for the day, many lingered just a bit later; waiting anxiously to hear the results of the talent search entries.

A stage was set up in the lobby, taking the place of the sign up tables that had been there earlier. Mark stared up at the three huge banners hanging directly above the stage; pictures of all the talent search judges grouped together by their divisions. His eyes landed on the tag team division banner; his picture was the biggest one, centered between the other judges.

"Mark, did you hear me?" Vince called over from behind the stage. The vet merely grunted and Vince repeated himself.

"The entrants for the tag team division have been chosen."

Mark cursed under his breath. He had slightly been hoping that Evan and the boys would be so preoccupied with their own beef towards the entrants that they'd forget to pick someone, or at least screw up the decision somehow. Anything to delay Mark from having to carry on with this cruel form of punishment. He knew it was silly, but he couldn't help but hope. Reluctantly, he joined the small, impromptu meeting to learn the names of the rookies he'd be dealing with for the next week.

XoxoxoxoxoxoX

"You guys want to go see the talent search results?" Rey asked Serge and Sunny as they gathered their bags.

The small group was preparing to head to the hotel and turn in for the night. After the commotion about the destroyed gym and divas locker room, the siblings had nearly forgotten about the talent search. They agreed and the four of them made their way down to the lobby. They stood at the back of the crowd, just out of view and listened on as Laycool, Eve, and Kelly Kelly began to announce the names of the divas entrants and invite them onstage.

Before the single superstar judges even got onstage, Serge and Sunny told Rey and Dave that they were going around to the snack stand to get a bite. As soon as the teens had separated themselves from the two adults, their eyes scanned the crowd feverishly. They needed to find Danny and Jojo.

After a while, Serge spotted someone in a back corner sporting a suspiciously familiar shirt that hung very loosely from his body. Nodding for Sunny to follow, he led the way to the person. The siblings broke away from the rest of the large gathering, stumbling forward to find themselves before Danny and Jojo; still wrapped up in some of Serge's old clothing.

"We have a problem." Danny said as Serge and Sunny were near enough to hear.

"You're telling me..." Serge mumbled, thinking of the new lengths Dolph and Mike had gone to so as to knock he and his sister off their game.

"We didn't make the entry."

"What?!" Sunny exclaimed, "There's no way. You guys looked perfect!"

"We may have looked the part, but we apparently didn't sound the part. At least not to Shitzen the evil reindeer who apparently is, or should I say was, my favorite jobber; Evan Bourne." Jojo explained. Serge groaned loudly.

"Are you sure you didn't make the cut?" He asked, clinging desperately to a positive answer.

"Bourne was more than a misstep away from calling security on us; I'm pretty sure we didn't make it." Jojo retorted.

As the words left her mouth, DX, The Hardy Boyz, and the Brothers of Destruction stepped up onto the stage. The cheers and excitement from the announcement of the last single superstar entrants died down as the six legends took the mic. Serge quickly hushed the girls surrounding him, despite the absolute silence, as he hung onto that one last shred of hope.

DX stepped up to the podium.

"The first tag team being admitted into the competition is..." Shawn glanced over the card before continuing.

"FCW's own Celtic Connection; Drew Mcintyre and Sheamus! You guys come on up to the stage!"

Danny and Jojo snarled as the two large men made their way up to the stage, staring out smugly over the crowd. The Hardyz stood next, introducing the next team to enter;

"Next up, entering the Summerslam Axxess talent search is the tag team of Heath Slater and Justin Gabriel!"

The Brothers of Destruction took their place at the mic, looking as excited to be there as they would a showing of Magic Mike.

"Last, and more likely than not least-" Glenn was cut off as Mark grabbed the mic from his hands. From the other side of the stage, Vince sent the two harsh glares while the eldest took up from the last word.

"Entering the Summerslam Axxess talent search is the P.A.C.K; Danny and Jojo." Mark finished unenthusiastically.

In the back of the room, four sets of jaws dropped. Serge, quickly pulling himself back together, gave the two girls a starting shove towards the stage. As she passed by, Jojo happened to glance back behind her. Her eyes just narrowly caught sight of a short, compact form lingering in the doorway, a green hood pulled tightly around the person's head.

Seconds later, the two stood onstage, in line beside the very people who they had idolized growing up. The girls fought to regulate their breathing and keep up the act all at the same time. They were in.

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