Harbor Wars 2016 Part 1

April 14th to April 17th, 2016
Canadian Tire Centre & TD Place
Hall of Fame & Pay-Per-View
Ottawa, ON

Jon couldn't believe it, but the proof was right there in front of him. He was going to be WWE Champion and the Shield had gotten back together in a matter of moments. He couldn't believe it even though Colby and Joe were hooting and hollering about them being back together. Claudio was clapping him on the back.

"How," he asked, turning to look at Xander, who just smiled at him.

"They had faith in you," Xander explained, "And the Shield getting back together, well, that was something all three of you wanted. You wanted to get back together. My, uh, someone I know likes to call it the magic of wrestling logic."

"You can say that again," Jon chuckled, looking towards his future self and his future girlfriend, admiring the belt that was wrapped around his waist, "I-I-I guess, it's on to-"

"Harbor Wars 2016," Xander nodded.

"What does that entail exactly," Jon asked, as the rest of the group sans Renee continued to celebrate the fact that he would be winning the championship in the coming year at Wrestle Mania no less. Xander looked at him and he could tell that the man beside him was nervous.

"Good things," Xander chuckled, "Good things, I assure you. Now, are all of you done celebrating? I mean, I know this is exciting and all, but we gotta be somewhere."

"Babe," Jon called, fiddling with the watch on his wrist, "I thought your parents were flying into McDonald-Cartier International Airport." He heard the red head in the bathroom sigh before walking through the door that led to the bedroom.

"They were supposed to," she explained, "But my father wanted to drive to Ottawa from Toronto instead. He thought it would be easier that way they can just go and enjoy the events of this week without having to travel with me and being stuck at whatever event I'm at for hours on end. Luke's travelling with them since his last show on his world tour was in Toronto, so we'll be meeting them all for dinner in a couple of hours." Jon nodded and continued to fiddle with his watch. Kaylee watched him for a moment, combing through her freshly dyed and wash hair.

"You okay," she asked, leaning against the door jamb, "You don't have to be nervous. I know they'll love you."

"How do you know," Jon asked, looking over at Kaylee. The red head smiled walking over to him. Jon looked down at her as she wrapped her arms around his waist. Kissing his cheek, she gently pushed him down into the arm chair that sat opposite the bed.

"Because I've known them my entire life," she joked, straddling his lap, "And they'll like you because you make me happy and with you I'm myself again." Jon looked at her in thought for a moment. She was right, she knew them. They were parents after all how could she not know them and if she was sure that they would love him, then he had nothing to worry about.

"You really think so," Jon asked, running his hands up and down Kaylee's thighs, "You don't think I'll completely fuck this dinner up and make them completely hate me. I know how much your family means to you and I won't be the reason that-"

"Hey," Kaylee chuckled, clutching the collar of his shirt in her hands, "Everything is going to be fine. I have complete faith in you. Plus, I already told them all about you and my mom says that I've never smiled as much as I do when I talk about you. Nerves can be a good thing sometimes-"

"So, you're saying that me being nervous about this, is a good thing?"

"Yes," Kaylee answered, "It means that you care enough about what they think of you because you know how much they mean to me. Jon, I'm going to be there right beside you the entire time and Luke will be there too, which means that he and I will most likely end up bickering and all of the focus will be taken off you even if it is just for a little while."

"You being there makes me feel a little better," Jon smirked, pressing a chaste kiss to Kaylee's lips, "Luke being there too, not so much."

"Yeah, well, my little brother has a bit of a habit of making people feel a little crazy," Kaylee snickered, "But, he thinks highly of you. Apparently you said something to him when you met back in January at The Triathlon that made him your number two fan."

"Number two," Jon questioned, looking at her with a big smile, "Who's number one?"

"Me, of course," she replied, a smirk of her own spreading across her lips, as her hands went to the hairs on the back of his neck. Leaning up to kiss him, Kaylee shimmied herself closer to her chest. Jon moaned quietly at the friction, pulling her slim figure even closer as they deepened the kiss.

"You know," interrupted the familiar voice of Kaylee's little brother, "You really need to learn how to lock a door and you're also really fucking lucky that I told Mom that I would go by your room and let you know that we got here safe. But, alas, my dear sister, you don't seem all that worried about OUR well-being." Scrambling off of Jon's lap, Kaylee got to her feet quickly trying to get a hold of her senses.

"Luke, don't you freakin' knock," she shrieked, "I mean, I know Mom and Daddy taught you how." Luke chuckled as Jon got to his feet and shook the young musician's hand, while Kaylee stood off to the side with her hands on her hips glowering at her brother.

"I did," he answered, wrapping his long arms around his sister's body before lifting her off her feet in a giant hug, "You and lover boy over there were a little caught up in whatever you were doing to hear it." Kaylee shook her head and tried to remove her arms from Luke's grip, so she could greet him properly.

"I missed you," she told him, wrapping her shorter arms around his broad shoulders, "I'm so glad you're coming to dinner tonight; Jon's a little nervous." Jon gapped at her, as Luke turned to look at him, both of the Smythe siblings wearing identical smiles on their faces.

"I'm not nervous," he corrected her, wrapping his arm around her waist before blowing a raspberry into her neck making her squeal, "I'm just a little…" Jon trailed off making Luke laugh loudly.

"Oh, you're nervous," Luke commented, holding his belly as he laughed some more, "This should be fun."

Her parents were late and she was growing more and more nervous as the minutes passed. Jon was sitting beside her, wringing his napkins in his hands, while Luke sat on the opposite side and was stuffing his mouth with all the bread it could hold. Telling Jon that it was sometimes a good thing to be nervous had been a good idea a couple of hours ago, but now as they sat there side by side, it sure as hell didn't feel like a good thing.

"Kaylee," called a familiar voice across the restaurant causing the group of three to spot a petite woman with black and pink hair walking towards them. Kaylee smiled, getting to her feet to hug the older woman, causing Jon to feel extremely confused. This woman couldn't be a few years older than she was, there was no way that this could be her mother.

"Jon," Kaylee started, turning towards him, "I'd like you to meet the woman who kicked my ass seven ways from Sunday and twice on Mondays when I was down in developmental at Sully's Gym; this is Dondria Ashwood, also known as the Hall of Famer Deanna and Ria, you've already met my brother, Luke." The petite woman shook Jon's hand offering him a quick smile, before pulling the younger Smythe into a quick hug, causing the blonde to blush slightly.

"Jon, you must be the one Kaylee here was telling me about before the press conference earlier this week," Dondria chuckled, looking at Jon up and down, "You've gotten yourself a good one, Kaylee, he's a cutie. Is it just the three of you or-"

"Thanks, but he's so much more than his looks," Kaylee joked, placing her hand on Jon's shoulder to ease some of the tension she felt coming off of him in waves, "And no, we're actually waiting for parents to arrive. We're all having dinner tonight before the craziness of this weekend takes over. Are you here with someone or-"

"Oh, no, the hubby and I are actually waiting to meet Martha Hart and Ron Hutch," Dondria explained, pointing to the back table where her husband, a tall, muscular man was sitting quietly waiting for her to return, "With Owen Hart being inducted into the Hall of Fame tomorrow, Ron needed to pull out all the big stops, which means the longest running Bombshell champion and the longest running THWA Heavyweight Champion coming to dinner. Congratulations by the way, on being the one who gets to induct the man." Luke and Jon looked at Kaylee with surprise. They had been unaware of that little bit of information.

"Well," Kaylee chuckled, "Like you said, Ron wanted to pull out all the big stops and Martha asked me to do it. You can't really say no to the man's widow, can you?"

"No, you cannot," Dondria agreed, "Though; I don't understand why it took the witch so long to let us induct him into the Hall of Fame to begin with. I mean, we gave the Owen Hart Foundation over ten million dollars in donations since 2000."

"Ria," Kaylee admonished, a slight smile on her lips, "Don't let her hear you say that…even if it is-oh, there's my parents, Ria, I'll talk to you tomorrow at the Hall of Fame, okay?" The two Bombshells shared a quick goodbye, before Kaylee turned to wave her parents over to the table. Jon's hands began to sweat nervously. It was now or never.

"Remember, even though you're feeling extremely nervous right now, I have complete faith in you," Kaylee whispered in his ear, before pulling her mother into a hug. Standing up to the meet the two people that probably meant the most to the red head, Jon tried to hide the fact he was as nervous as a fish out water. Meeting the parents was definitely something, not in his element.

"Jon," Kaylee started, placing wrapping her arm around his waist, "This is my mom, Alexia."

"I would have thought she was your sister," Jon said, shaking hands with the older woman. Alexia Smythe rolled her eyes, causing Jon to flinch inwardly. That was not the kind of reaction he was hoping to get when it came to Kaylee's mother.

"Bullshit," the older woman said, even though a smile was spreading across her face, "It doesn't work when my children say it, so it definitely won't work when you say it, but good try though." Jon taken aback by the response almost forgot to shake her father's hand, but quickly corrected himself.

"And this is my father, Todd," Kaylee continued, a big smile spreading across her face at the sight of her father. Jon knew that the red head beside him was a complete Daddy's girl. She had said as much during the first couple of weeks that they were trying to figure out exactly what they were. The older man smiled at Jon, shaking his head.

"Kaylee tells me that you're taking part in THWA Charity Golf Tournament tomorrow," Jon said, "Are you an avid golfer?"

"I try to get in as many games as the weather will allow," Todd answered, taking the seat next to his wife, "And I can't turn down my daughter, when she asks me to play a round with her even if she doesn't know how to play the sport very well." Kaylee chuckled, taking her original seat in between Jon and Luke once more.

"Hey," she laughed, "I'm just told to play in the Golf Tournament once a year-"

"Yeah," Todd teased, "That's why you have your own set of clubs, a golf glove, a pair of golf shoes and monogrammed balls."

Standing in front of the mirror, Kaylee couldn't keep the smile off her face as she cleaned her face free of any make-up. Introducing her parents to Jon couldn't have gone any better. They all laughed and enjoyed each other's company and there was even talk of bringing Jon by the house the next time, they both had a day off. When that was neither of them really knew, but they were both sure that they could make it happen.

"Thanks," Jon said, coming up to stand behind her, "For having faith in me. I thought I was going to mess this up and you were going to leave me-"

"Jon," Kaylee chuckled, turning around to face him, "As much as Luke likes to paint the picture of my parents being complete hard asses when it comes to the people he and I want to spend the rest of our lives with, they're fine as long as you're a good person, treat me right and make me happy. That's all they could ask." Jon nodded, and pulled away from her slightly, allowing her to continue her nightly routine. He looked at the ground for a moment.

"Alright," Kaylee started, interrupting his train of thought, "What's wrong? They liked you and I mean, really liked you. I have never seen them smile like that during a dinner like the one we-"

"Did they like Crosby," Jon asked, cutting her off. Placing her the make-up wipes on the counter, Kaylee turned to face him once more. She should have known it was something like that. As much as she would like to forget about the Pittsburgh Penguin, there were times when things would pop up out of nowhere and those moments couldn't be helped.

"I mean, I saw him walk into the restaurant," Jon explained, "And I know he's still a fan because he was shaking hands with pretty much everyone from the roster that he came in contact with-"

"And he knew better than to come to our table," Kaylee answered, wrapping her arms around his neck, so he had no choice, but to look at her, "I won't lie to you, they liked him and then April 2015 rolled around and that's when he started asking, well he's more trying to pressure me into moving to Pennsylvania with him and my parents didn't approve of that too much. And when we finally called it off in August, as much as I was heartbroken, they were happy. He wasn't the one, Jon."

"So, there's not going to be any resentment towards me because you're not with Crosby," Jon asked, wrapping his own arms around her waist. Kaylee chuckled, shaking her head.

"Not from the people that matter," Kaylee answered, kissing his cheek, "And the family members that do care, well you haven't met them yet and I could really care less what they think."

"I thought family meant everything to you," Jon asked, looking down at her confused for a moment.

"It does," she explained, "But, some members of this family drive me up the wall and they're fucking crazy as all fucking hell, and yes, I do still love them. But, listen to me when I say this and I want you to remember it, they do not have any say in who I love and who I want in my life. And you, Jon, I want you in my life." Jon smiled down at her, before lifting her into his arms and carrying her towards the bedroom once more.

"And when do I get to meet these family members," Jon teased, placing her down on the bed. Kaylee scratched her chin for a moment before smiling up at him, a sparkle shining in her eyes.

"Never," she answered, "They all belong in a loony bin and if I can help it, you'll never, ever have to meet them."

"Did you forget that the same can be said about you and I belonging in a loony bin," Jon joked, lying down beside her, "People say we're both crazy, unhinged and any other adjective they can find on the internet."

"Ah, but there's a difference," Kaylee joked, laughing as she lay her head on Jon's chest, "You and I only play crazy on television and in the ring; these family members are crazy 24/7 and twice as much on Sunday. But, don't worry you won't let alone with any of them at any time."

"And why is that," Jon chuckled, tickling her side.

"B-Because," Kaylee laughed through the tickling of her side, "You have four people in your corner now, all of which agree that those family members are all fucking crazy." Jon laughed, rolling Kaylee onto her back, so he was now hovering over her. Breathless from the tickle torture she had just endured at his hands, Kaylee looked up at him with sparkling brown eyes. Before she could completely catch her breath again, Jon started to tickle her once more. Squirming, Kaylee tried to escape the friendly torture, but Jon was too strong for her to move him in her weakened state.

"This isn't fair," she cried through her laughter, "How did you know I was ticklish there?" Jon laughed in response not bothering to answer his question, continuing his torture on her sensitive sides. Before long a banging on the wall interrupted them.

"People are trying to sleep you psychos," the familiar voice of Luke's voice called, "Not all of us are used to having to get up at four o'clock in the morning for a Golf Tournament."

A/N: Well, there we go, the start of Harbor Wars 2016. This portion of the story may be split into three parts since so many things happen this week, but it couple also be just two depending on what my Ambrose muse wants.

Thanks again to XoxoShonKV for the character of Dondria Ashwood aka Deanna. There's still time to get roster member entries in.

And don't forget to let me know what you think.

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