Well, here it is. I hope you guys enjoy it and that it's up to par. I own only Cayden, everyone else owns themselves. Also, as always, special shout-out to Instant Classic Superstar Pac! Thanks for all the help dude. If any of the rest of you guys are looking for some good stories to read, check his out!
Cayden sat in the chair as AJ put his hands on both armrest and leaned forward so his face was inches from Cayden and gave her a stern look.
"Now, we're going to the Impact taping. You are not going. You are staying here, and unlike last time, you are actually going to listen to me tonight. Understand?" AJ asked, as Cayden rolled her eyes.
"Yeah AJ. Cap is back in Tampa, Garrett flew out to Cali, and Poppa Jay is in no condition to drive. I'm kinda stuck here." She said with a frown, as AJ frowned back at her before messing up her hair.
"Hey. I know you miss Christian, but he's only an hour and a half away. He's going to call you all the time and probably be out to visit a lot too." He said, as her face dropped.
"At least someone comes out to visit." She said, as AJ sighed.
"Hey now, none of that. Sting will come around in his own time." I hope. He thought, before flashing a reaffirming smile.
She smiled as best she could back, causing AJ to give her a sad look before he kissed her on the forehead.
"Love you munchkin. I'll see you after the show." He said, as her other brother walked over to her.
"Love ya Short Stuff, you be good for your Poppa Jay. And I know you're finally back on your feet, but…"
"But I shouldn't over due it and shouldn't walk around at all without my walking boot on." She said, rolling her eyes. "You guys can stop treating me like I'm eight and you're leaving me with a babysitter." She complained.
"Besides, I go back to the doctor tomorrow, and my ankle is feeling great, so he'll probably tell me I don't have to wear it anymore." She said, as Chris kissed her on the top of the head.
"I know. I hope he does, cause I'm getting sick of carrying you everywhere." He said with a smirk before he winked at her and walked towards the door.
Suddenly, Sabin flopped down on her lap and threw his arms around her neck.
"Sabin! Get your fat butt off of me!" She protested, as he grinned and kissed her sloppily on the cheek.
"Ew! Sabes, that's gross." She said, as she kept trying to push him off of her, all the while laughing.
"Sabin, get the hell off of my girlfriend!" Alex yelled, as he walked inside the room. "She's got bad ribs!" He scolded, as Cayden rolled her eyes.
"Alex…" She started, as Sabin rolled his eyes also.
"Shell, they were bruised, not broken, and that was, what two weeks ago. Those feel fine now and besides, I'm not putting any pressure on her ribs cause I don't want to hit her arm that's in the sling." He said, matter-of-factually, as Alex sighed.
"Fine then, I just don't want you sitting on my girlfriend's lap." He admitted, as Sabin raised an eyebrow.
"What, you jealous Lex?" He said, cuddling closer to Cayden, as she looked up at Alex and winked without Sabin noticing then started yelling.
"Ow, ow, ow. My ribs!" She screamed, as Sabin jumped up, mortified.
"Oh, crap. Cayden, I am so sorry. I was just kidding around and …" He started rambling, as Cayden instantly started laughing hysterically and Alex chuckled a little.
Sabin looked between the two of them, confused, then got a look of disbelief on his face and shook his head.
"Oh, that was mean." He said, before he walked towards the door.
"Love you Sabin!" Cayden called after him.
"Who doesn't?" He yelled back, causing Cayden to laugh harder, as Alex walked over to her and looked at her with a skeptical look.
"Letting other guys sit on your lap, telling them you love them…if I was the jealous type, this could cause some issues." He said jokingly, as Cayden grinned slyly at him.
"Oh honey, you know I only have eyes for you. As far as Sabes is concerned, every girl needs a gay friend to go shopping with." She said loudly so Chris would hear her.
Moments later, Sabin walked into the doorway and shook his head. "Now that's just cold. See if I tell you any embarrassing stories about Alex now." He said, before popping his hip out and walking like an extremely fruity man out of sight.
Cayden lost it even more, laughing harder than she had for a few days. She looked up at Alex. "Your friend is crazy." She said, as he shrugged.
"Yeah, I know. But hey, he makes me look good, so whatever." He said jokingly, before turning serious.
"Are you sure you'll be okay with just Jeff? I can stay here if you need me to." He offered, as she nodded.
"Yeah Casanova, I'll be fine. Just make sure all those fan-girls know that you have a girlfriend who will slap the taste out of their mouths if they don't keep their hands to themselves." She said, as he smirked and bending down, kissed her lovingly.
"I'll do my best." He said, before he kissed her again.
He smiled at down at her as she flashed a smile up at him, then looked seriously at him.
"Alex. Promise me you won't do anything stupid tonight. I know you're super ticked, but just…don't get yourself hurt, please. I won't be able to handle that." She said, worry and sorrow thick in her voice.
He sighed. He knew the plan for the night. AJ, Chris, Jeff, and Joe had practically engrained it in his head, making sure he knew exactly what he needed to do. The guys knew he was a powder keg, poised to go off at any moment.
They had made him swear an uncountable amount of times that he would not go all "I Stand Alone" on the Mafia, which he wanted to. He would do anything to get his hands on them, especially that pervert Scott Steiner, who couldn't seem to get it through his head that he would never, ever get with Cayden.
Although he had promised the others that he wouldn't go against the plan, he had no intention to keep that promise. As soon as he saw an opening, he was going for blood. He had no problem defying AJ and the others.
But, he couldn't lie to Cayden. And, he couldn't worry her either. He sighed, accepting that he would bid his time until he knew it was safe for him and it wouldn't upset her.
He smiled sadly down at her as she grabbed his hand. He gave it a squeeze and nodded. "I'll stick to the plan Cayden. I promise." He said, as she smiled warmly up at him.
"Good." She said, before he winked at her, and bending his head to meet hers, gave her another kiss.
"Call me if you need anything. I love you." He said, as he broke the kiss and rested his forehead on hers.
"I love you too and I'll be fine. I'm with Poppa Jay for cryin' out loud." She said, as he chuckled lightly before pecking his lips quickly to hers before walking away.
"Take care of you Poppa Jay, Munchkin. We'll be back in a few hours." AJ called, as Chris also yelled into the room.
"And, for crying out loud Short Stuff, stay out of the cookie dough!"
"Bye girlfriend. I'll, like, totally see you later." Sabes said, wrist flip and all, causing Cayden to giggle. Alex simply waved sadly. He had hardly left Cayden's side over the past few weeks and he always got an uneasy feeling whenever he left her like something bad was going to happen.
She waved back and sighed as she heard the door close, then the cars pull out of the driveway and head towards the Impact Zone.
Jeff came in on his crutches, the dark blue cast poking out from under the pant leg of his jeans. He flopped down on the couch and motioned for Cayden to join him. She hopped over on one foot and sat down next to him, as he put his arm around he and she rested her head on his shoulder and snuggled closer to him. He kissed her on the top of the head and propped his cast onto the coffee table.
"Now, what do you want to watch?" He asked. She started to say something, but he shook his head. "And if you say 'Fight Club,' I'm going to put in an old John Wayne movie." He said, as she rolled her eyes, muttering something about Jeff being a killjoy before she shrugged.
"How about Glee?" She asked, causing him to roll his eyes. "No." He said sternly, as she sighed.
"Fine. How about Star Wars: Episode Five then episode six?" She asked, as he nodded.
"I think we can work with that." He said, as she leaned forward and put the movie in the DVD player, which the boys had rigged so it'd be on the table in front of her and she wouldn't have to get up.
She grabbed the bowl of popcorn that AJ had left them before they went to the taping. She pulled her Notre Dame blanket over herself and cuddled into Jeff's side as the familiar tune of the introduction to Star Wars started and a smile crept over her face.
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Impact started with a scene that was recorded earlier that day when AJ, Chris, Alex, Chris, and Joe had arrived at the Zone.
JB was waiting, of course, and instantly jumped up and ran over to them, a camera crew close behind.
"Guys! Guys! It's been two weeks since the attack and since we've seen you. Do you have anything to say?"
AJ shook his head. "Our actions will do the talking tonight JB." He said, before the men shouldered by him and walked into the Zone, evil intentions in mind.
After that, Suicide and Amazing Red faced off, and, if Suicide won, he'd earn a title shot at the next the next Pay-Per-View, No Surrender. It was a great, high flying battle, but Suicide gained the advantage and was going for the D.O.A, when Homicide came out of no where and attacked both competitors, resulting in a double disqualification and no winner being determined.
Then, Hamada faced off against Madison Rayne in the next match in the Knockout Tournament. The Beautiful People tried to get involved, but Sarita, Taylor Wilde, and Roxxi ran out and chased them off, thus evening the odds and, with the match staying fair, Hamada easily walked away with the victory.
Afterward, the match, Taz informed the crowd that Jeff Jarrett had indeed suffered a broken ankle the week before, but had still booked the matches for the night. Therefore, it would be Booker T vs. Chris Daniel in a one-on-one match and the Guns facing Nash and Steiner in a tag match.
Then, the Mafia music filled the arena as Booker T made his way to the ring, Sharmell not with him, probably because he knew that Daniels would do everything in his power to turn this into a blood bath. He got in the ring, with a confident smirk, knowing that the Mafia had a plan to attack Daniels on the ramp as soon as he started towards the ring.
However, instead of the Daniels music, AJ Styles face filled the giant screen.
"Hey. Booker, up here." He said, as Booker looked at him, confused.
"Well, Booker, I know you're expecting the Mafia to come out there and save the day, give you the upper hand, but, well, see, that's not going to happen, cause the Mafia, see, they're kinda stuck." He said, as the camera cut to the door of the Mafia locker room, which was being obstructed by a forklift that Sabin was sitting on. The Detroit Native grinned widely at the camera before waving.
Booker started yelling off-mic threats and curses at AJ, who just smirked evil.
"Yeah, being beat at your own game kinda sucks, doesn't it? Well, before you get too mad, I suggest you turn around." AJ said, as Booker turned around and was met by Christopher Daniels, smashing an Egyptian ankh mirror he had bought overseas over Booker's head, blooding the man and knocking him unconscious.
"Holy crap! There's Christopher Daniels! And does he look pissed!" Taz yelled, as Tenay nodded.
"Well, considering what we saw go down two weeks ago between his sister and the Mafia, I can't say that's a big surprise Taz."
Daniels glared at prone form, before picking him up and hitting him with the Angel's Wings.
He shot daggers at Booker, as if considering doing more damage to him, but instead, decided to demand a mic, which was quickly handed to him.
"So, Kurt, you think that I'm a liability? You think I'm a weak link in the Mafia, and you decided to get rid of me? That's all well and good - now that you've come to that decision, carrying it out should be easy! All you punks have to do is call me out to the ring, tell me I'm fired, then beat me down on the spot right where I stand! It's that easy, you've done it before! Textbook, right?"
"Apparently not, because you couldn't even do that right! You didn't even have the guts to follow through on that! And what you did instead, sending me out to California so you could destroy my sister in every way possible was not only roundly unacceptable to anyone with a soul, but it was also the biggest mistake of your lives!"
"See, what just happened here with Booker, this, this is just the beginning of what's to come! My real family and friends and I will personally see to it that you are welcomed, Kurt Angle, to the public execution of your Main Event Mafia and, unless you get extremely lucky, your wrestling career! And that is gospel according to my spirit that you've reawakened: the Fallen Angel, Christopher Daniels!"
With that, he threw the microphone to the ground as the crowd erupted in thunderous applause.
"Well, I don't know about you Mike, but I wouldn't want to be Kurt Angle right now." Taz said, as Mike shrugged.
"If you ask me, Angle is going to get exactly what's coming to him, and I can't wait."
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In the back, Christy stood in the middle of AJ, Joe, Sabin, and Shelley. The Guns were on her left and the others on her right.
She cleared her throat and looked into the camera.
"I'm here with Samoa Joe, The Tag Team Champions: The Motor City Machineguns, and the Heavyweight Champion AJ Styles. And, the question on everyone's mind is; how is Jeff Jarrett?"
"Jeff's fine, Christy. He's got a broken ankle but other than that, he's doing great. I don't see him being gone too much longer, but he stayed with Cayden tonight so she wouldn't have to be by herself." AJ explained, as Christy nodded, then looked at Joe.
"Alright, now Joe, I've got to ask; why did you leave the Mafia last week, destroying Kevin Nash in the ring?"
Joe sighed. "Well, Christy, there's a few reasons. Let's face it. I could have been the champ at Slammiversary 09, but I gave that up for Kurt, thinking that the mafia would help me, and then I even convinced Daniels to join for the same reason, only for us to become errand boys for those Scarfaces/Mobster wannabes who get their kicks off beating up on little girls."
"See, I don't know how many of you remember this, but about four years ago, Kurt broke my girlfriend, who is now my wife's, ankle just to get a match. That should have been enough there to throw up the red flags, and I did start looking for an out a few weeks ago. Two weeks ago, well, that was the straw that broke the camel's back. They annihilated Cayden, Skinny Mini, and that, well, they're going to pay for that. What just happened in the ring is just the start. We're fighting for everyone in TNA who doesn't want you to have power when Hogan shows up, Kurt. Your day of reckoning is coming."
Christy nodded at his threat before looking at AJ. "So, AJ, you knew what Daniels was going to do tonight. Why did you put the forklift in front of the door? Why not just take the fight to the Mafia?"
AJ nodded. "Well, Christy, unlike some people in the back, we don't use tactics like that to beat up on helpless young women. Instead, we simply made sure that the fight stayed one-on-one. I mean, apparently, you only get a fair fight with the Mafia if you incapacitate the other members."
"Now, as for why we don't just kill the Mafia right now, well, it's simple. We want them to suffer. We want them to worry, to constantly be looking over their shoulders, knowing that we're going to get them sooner or later, which we will."
He glared into the camera, imagining Kurt Angle on the other side, watching him.
"Kurt Angle, for the past three years, you've been manipulating, using, and discarding the people of this company, people who I care about, for your own convenience. You've destroyed people, destroyed spirits, and destroyed careers. Well, Kurt, you took it too far when you decided to get to us by hurting my baby sister in the some of the worst ways possible." AJ hissed, his eyes glaring with intense hatred and anger.
"You were actually stupid enough to put your hands on Cayden? Big mistake. Big, big mistake. See, Kurt, you intended to destroy all of our spirits, but your plan backfired, cause we're all working together now, tighter than ever, with two goals in mind; destroying the Mafia and ending you."
"Angle, you've crossed a line, and now, as Grandpa Styles used to say, the chickens are coming home to roost and you're going to pay for what you've done."
Christy nodded, before looking at the Guns. "Well, guys, tonight, you get your hands on Nash and Steiner. What are your thoughts going into this match?"
"Well, it's really simple Christy. See, Alex and I, we're from Detroit, as you know. And, so are our opponents tonight, so they should know what I'm about to say, but seeing as beating up defenseless girls is not how we roll in the Motor City, we'll remind them."
"Nash, you branded me best friend, Shelley's girl. And Steiner, you tried to take Cayden to the back and do God only knows what with her. Well, Scotty, you're never going to get with Cayden…ever. She's not your girl, never will be your girl, so back off."
"Now, what do we do in the Motor City when someone steps on our territory? Well, it's real simple; we hunt them down and end them. Boys, you hurt our girl, and now you're going to reap what you sowed. Tonight, there will be blood!" Sabin yelled, as Christy was slightly taken aback, the Guns, who normally goofed off and were all fun and games, were purely business tonight.
"Well, um, Alex, you've been uncharacteristically quite tonight. Do you have anything you'd like to add?" She asked, as Alex glared into the camera, anger and guilt and pain that had been eating away at him for the past two weeks clearly showing in his eyes. His fierce gaze would have made the mightiest of men shrink back while watching the interview.
"You're all dead." He hissed quietly, anger and bitterness so obvious in his voice that even Christy took a step back as he walked off camera, not wanting to accidentally get caught in the crossfire.
Chris looked at the camera with a condescending, I-told-you-so look. "Told you he was pissed." He said, before the others followed Alex out of the shot.
Christy looked at the camera. "Well, there you have it. It looks like the Mafia is in for a fight."
"Well, Taz, I don't know about you, but I would not want to be on the receiving end of that anger." Mike Tenay remarked, as Taz nodded in agreement.
"I know what you mean. In all the years I've known Alex Shelley, I've never, ever seen the man that furious. I would not want to be Kevin Nash or Scott Steiner tonight."
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After the promos hit, there was a tag team match, with both members of the winning team advancing in the Knockout tournament. Taylor and Sarita made their way to the ring to face the team of Tara and ODB. The tag champions used their chemistry to their advantage, and were barely able to pull off the win because of their experience as a team.
Then, it was time for the tag match between the Guns and Nash and Steiner. The Guns came out together, and while Sabin tried to do the entrance as normal as possible, Shelley walked to the ring angrily, not a hint of anything but hate and anger in his face.
They got in the ring, and while Sabin got on the turnbuckle, put his right hand up and pointed to Detroit, Alex stayed glaring at the tunnel, waiting for two men he hated more than anything else combined to come out to the ring so he could give them the beating of a lifetime.
However, instead of the Mafia music, the titantron cut to Scott Steiner standing outside in what seemed to be a yard, but it was dark outside, so it was hard to tell.
"Hey! Hey, guys! Machineguns! Yeah, you two little punks- I'm talkin' to you!" He said, as the crowd booed, and Alex and Chris rolled their eyes.
"First of all, before I get started- Sabin, I got tipped off that you were talking trash, saying how there's gonna be blood. Well, I gotta agree with ya, there is gonna be blood, 'cept that blood's not gonna be mine or Nash's."
"Now let's get down to why I'm here. But in order for you to understand why I'm here, you gotta know where here is. And if you wanna know where here is, well- you should have a look."
He stood aside and allowed the camera to get a shot of the house, which was instantly recognized as AJ's house from the interview the week before by the crowd, who moaned in surprise before booing loudly.
"You see, this is what you get when a bunch o' young punks and a man who lost his mortal vacuum when he lost his wife are trying to make mission statements and take on the unit that's produced TNA's ratings. If you guys had any brains or remembered TNA history, you've found a studio to do that interview o' yours last week."
"Instead, you did it at your house, and now we know somethin' about how it looks, and all it took was a good look at your window, and I've found where that little tramp o' yours, Kayla, Cayden, Cambria, whatever her name is, is sleepin' at. I know where she lives, and now I'm gonna be takin' the girl off your hands, so she can get the chance to ride Freakzilla!"
He smiled evilly as he walked to the front door. "So sit back and enjoy the ride, cause it's time to bust this joint."
Shelley, having gotten over the shock of the satellite feed, jumped out of the ring and started sprinting towards the tunnel, intent on getting to the house to help his girlfriend.
As he turned the corner to enter the face tunnel, however, a steel chair held by Kevin Nash slammed against his face, knocking him to the ground, nearly unconscious.
Sabin, who was right behind him, tried to attack Nash, but he too was struck down by the chair.
Smiling sadistically down at them, Nash watched as they laid on the floor on the brink of unconsciousness before he threw the chair down and walked off.
On the screen, Steiner kicked down the door and burst inside the house, startling Cayden and Jeff who were asleep on the couch as Star Wars: Return of the Jedi played on the television.
Seeing Steiner, Jeff protectively, but unsteadily stood on one leg between Steiner and Cayden, one of his crutches held in his hand, prepared to swing.
Steiner laughed and rushed forward, catching Jeff off guard and knocking him to the ground as he swung the crutch. Having barely been nicked by the weapon, Steiner picked up the discarded crutch as an evil smile crossed his face and he lifted the crutch above his head and brought it down on Jeff.
He continued to wear Jeff out with the crutch, as Cayden watched in horror, screaming at Steiner to stop. She finally reached over, grabbed the remote and launched it at his head, catching him in the temple.
He looked up and glared at her, his anger seething.
"Yeah. That's right you Neanderthal. I'm right over here. You want me so bad, come get me." She said, as he dropped the crutch on top of Jarrett and headed her way.
She instinctively tried to run, wanting to put as much distance between Steiner and Jeff, but as she took off running across the room, her ankle gave out, not used to any stress being placed on it, let alone running.
The feed cut to the parking lot of the zone, where AJ and Chris Daniels were sprinting towards AJ's truck. Chris had his phone pressed to his ear, muttering quite pleas for Cayden to pick up, as AJ fumbled with the keys.
"Son of a….AJ she isn't picking up." He yelled, as the sound of AJ's truck unlocking reverberated throughout the garage.
"I'm going to kill 'em." AJ hissed out angrily, as he quickly climbed into his F-350 while Chris jumped into the passenger side. The sound of the engine starting filled the area, before squealing tires could be heard as AJ peeled out of his parking spot and took off towards the house at break neck speed.
The camera cut back to the house, were Cayden was trying to outrun Steiner. She almost fell, but steadied herself and hobbled across the room, the determination evident in her face as she tried to push through the pain.
However, her determination couldn't overcome her physical aliments, and in a few strides, Steiner caught her and pulled her back by her hair, causing her to let out a cry of pain. He then punched her in the face, which still had light traces of the bruises she had acquired a few weeks earlier.
Luckily, he hit her cheek, not her still healing nose, but the force of the impact was still enough to knock her to the ground. She landed on her stomach and he knelt on top of her, driving his knee into her back, keeping her pinned to the ground.
Although Cayden couldn't see him, Steiner pulled a rag and a bottle of chloroform out of his pocket and began to douse the rag with it.
He then flipped Cayden over so she was on her back. He drove his knee on top of her arm in the sling, causing her to scream out in pain. She was beginning to give up, before she saw the rag in Steiner's hand.
She started fighting back, landing a good right hook square in the jaw, stunning Steiner a bit. She began to flail her good arm at him and kick her legs, trying to get free.
"Get off of me, you stupid caveman." She yelled, as he shook his head, smiling.
"Sorry honey, but tonight, I'm going to make you my new freak." He said, as he started bringing the rag down over her face.
"Poppa Jay! Help! Je…" She yelled, before she was cut off by the rag covering her face and her being forced to inhale the drugs. She tried to hold her breath for as long as possible, hoping someone would come help her.
But, no one came, and soon, she slipped into peaceful oblivion, unable to fight the affects of the drugs.
After she stopped struggling, Steiner stood up and kicked her slightly with his foot to make sure she was really knocked out. When she didn't respond, he slung her over his shoulder and headed towards the door, his mission accomplished.
However, Jeff Jarrett was not one to give up easily when it came to his children. Barely holding on to his conscious state, Jeff waited until Steiner was right next to him then slung his leg with the cast on it into Steiner's shin, causing him to howl in pain.
Jeff quickly grabbed his crutch and caught Steiner in the jaw with it, doing whatever he could to keep Cayden safe.
Scott dropped Cayden roughly, causing her to crash to the ground, before he looked at Jeff. He brought his foot up and connected squarely with Jeff's face, nearly knocking him out.
He reached over for a glass vase of flowers, and as Jeff tried to make his way onto his knees, he brought the vase down on the back of his head, shattering the glass and causing Jeff to fall to the ground, unconscious and bleeding.
Smiling at his handy-work for a few moments, proud of what he had done, he finally turned his attention back to a motionless Cayden. He slung her back over his shoulder and carried her outside the house.
As he got to the car, however, someone ran into him, hitting him in the back of the head, causing both Steiner and Cayden to go plummeting to the ground. Steiner turned around to attack, but was met with a boot to the ribs.
He tried to fight back, but was again hit by the man, only this time it was a boot to the face.
Steiner quickly scrambled to his car, his original plan forgotten and his survival instincts taking over.
After a few more hits on his way, he finally reached his car and quickly climbed in, locking the door behind him. Had he not been in such a hurry to leave, he may have gotten a good look at the man, who was clothed in jeans and a navy blue hoodie with the hood up, but Steiner didn't look closely. Instead, he just peeled out and drove away.
The hooded man glared after him, and after he was satisfied that Steiner was gone, he turned on his heels to go back to Cayden.
The camera kept a good distance from the man, not wanting to upset him and also be attacked as Steiner was; so neither Steiner nor the cameraman got a good look at the man. And, since Jeff and Cayden were both knocked out, they didn't see him either.
The man knelt down next to Cayden and checked over her for injuries. After he was satisfied that she was not hurt badly and didn't need to go to a hospital, he gently lifted her up and carried her into the house, careful not to hit her head on the doorframe.
The camera watched from the window outside, as the hooded man placed Cayden onto the couch and covered her up with the Notre Dame blanket she had been using earlier. He then walked over to check on Jeff, and after being satisfied that Jeff would be fine, at least until AJ and Chris got there, he stood up, walked out the door to his big, black SUV, and drove off, without anyone seeing his face.
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Back at the Impact Zone, TNA officials were tending to Alex and Chris, trying to get them coherent again.
As soon as Alex got to his feet, he started fighting his way through the crowd of medics and staff.
"Alex, Alex. You need to calm down." Someone yelled, as he half-ran, half-stumbled to the parking lot.
Sabin was not far behind him, knowing he had to be there for his best friends. Both men refused to stop and get looked at by the medical staff, but instead, after finally getting their bearings back, started jogging towards the car, their bodies not being up to a full out sprint.
"Alex, Chris. What are you guys doing?" Taylor Wilde asked, as her and Sarita jogged towards them.
Alex didn't even acknowledge their presence; he just kept going to his car as Sabin looked over at them, slowing his stride slightly.
"Guys, Cayden is fine. Some hooded guy ran Steiner off and got her inside. It showed the whole thing." Sarita said, trying to calm them.
At the mention of his girlfriend and the confirmation of her safety, Alex stopped jogging and sighed with relief as he scrubbed a hand over his face ad used a nearby car for support.
"Are you sure?" He asked, as Sarita nodded.
"Yeah, she's fine. AJ and Chris left about ten minutes ago, so they're probably almost there. Why don't you guys go get checked out by the medics before going over there?" Taylor asked, as Alex shook his head.
"No. I'm going to the house. Sabes can do what he wants."
Chris looked at his best friend. "I'm going with you Alex." He said, as Taylor groaned in frustration.
"Fine. Well, at least let me drive you to the house. Sarita can follow us in my car, because you guys are in no condition to drive." She said. Alex shook his head as they reached his car.
"No. I'm fine. Plus, I can drive faster than you." He stated, as Taylor raised an eyebrow.
"Well, seeing as I have your keys that I went and got from your locker room, you guys really don't have a choice, now do you?" She asked, taunting them with the keys she had just produced from her pocket.
Alex looked like he was about to protest, before he realized the more they argued, the longer it'd take him to get to Cayden.
"Fine. Let's just get there. Come on." He said, exasperated, as Taylor nodded.
"Alright." She said, as Sarita nodded.
"I'll go get your bags from the locker room before I head over. You aren't going to want to stay in your ring gear the whole time, are you?" She asked, as Alex and Chris realized they were still wearing their wrestling outfits.
They nodded their consent as Chris got into the passenger seat and Alex climbed into the back.
Taylor quickly navigated Alex's black 2010 Ford Shelby Cobra GT500 out of the parking garage and down the highway.
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Chris and AJ pulled into the driveway of their house. Chris jumped out of the truck before it stopped moving and ran into the house with AJ only a few seconds behind.
The boys had gotten the call from Joe on their way to the house, which was about twenty minutes away from the Impact Zone, letting them know that some masked guy had saved Cayden and left, but that Cayden was okay.
"Poppa Jay. Come on, wake up. Please. Jeff, come on." She said through sniffles, as they turned the corner to see her knelt down beside Jeff, his head resting on a towel on her lap, trying to stop the bleeding, while shattered glass surrounded them.
Chris sighed with relief, seeing his sister was awake and was alright. He took a moment to collect himself before he decided to walk over to her.
"Cayden." He said gently as he placed a hand on her shoulder. She jumped slightly as he did before she looked up and saw it was her brother.
"Chris." She said, as tears welled up in her eyes. He bent down to pick her up, but she held on to Jeff.
"No, Poppa Jay…" She said, as Chris shook his head.
"Cayden, AJ will take care of him." He said, gently lifting his sister off the ground as she sat Jeff's head back on the floor. AJ walked in from the hallway closing his phone.
"Just called the EMTs, they're on their way. You okay Munchkin?" He asked, running a hand through her hair, as she nodded.
"I'm fine. Help Poppa Jay." She said, as AJ nodded, and kissed her on the temple before walking over to the injured man.
Chris looked down at his sister. "Are you okay Cayden? Did he hurt anything worse?" He asked, as Cayden shook her head.
"My arm a little, and my ankle is really sore. Other than that, I'm okay." She said, as Chris looked over her and saw a cut on her knee.
"Alright, looks like you cut yourself on some glass. We'll have the EMTs look at that once they get done with Jeff, okay?" He asked, as she nodded and hugged tightly to him.
He kissed her on the forehead as she turned her head to look at Jeff and AJ as AJ tried in vain to wake the fallen man.
"Chris, what happened? How did I get away from Steiner" She asked, as he sighed.
"Well, honey, according to Joe, Steiner got outside with you, but a hooded guy came and ran him off, carried you into the house, laid you on the coach, and ran off."
Cayden looked up at him, confused, before a huge smile lit her face.
"Chris. I was covered up with my blanket whenever I woke up. It had to have been Sting, Bub! He came!" She said, excitement in her voice replacing the fear that had just been there.
Chris sighed. "Cay, honey, I don't think it was him. He wouldn't have run off like that afterward. Plus, I think that AJ talked to Garrett today about how you were doing and he heard Sting say something."
She looked at him, her eyes pleading for him to give her at least a hint of hope that it could have been Sting.
She was about to say something, when she heard another car pull in. She instinctively hugged Chris tighter, still scared, as Chris rubbed her back comfortingly, tensing up himself before they heard Alex's voice start yelling.
"Cayden! Cayden!" He yelled from the driveway as he folded Sabin's seat up with him still in it and ran towards the house.
"Geez, Alex, you could have waited." He muttered, as Alex sprinted towards the house.
Cayden, having heard his voice, wiggled out of Chris's arms and started hobbling towards the door. Chris quickly reached out and steadied her, walking her towards the door until Alex walked in, a small gash on the left side of his forehead from the chair shot, wearing a t-shirt he found in the backseat and his wrestling gear.
Cayden shot towards him, as he hugged her tightly to him. He held her for a few moments, before he held her out at arms length.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do I need to take you to the hospital?" He asked, as she shook her head.
"I'm fine, Casanova." She said, before he crushed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply before pulling her into his arms for another hug as he sighed with relief.
Cayden could feel the tension leave his body as he hugged her. She suddenly realized something and pulled back and looked at him, reaching up and lightly tracing his gash with her fingers.
"Alex, what happened?" She asked, as he removed her hand and kissed it.
"Nothing, I'm fine." He said, as Taylor Wilde entered the house, dragging Chris Sabin behind her.
"No, he's not. He was hit with a chair shot; they both were. And, they haven't been looked at by medics yet." She explained, as Chris broke free from her grip and ran over to Cayden and pulled her into a hug.
"You okay?" He asked, as she nodded.
"I'm fine." She said, looking up at him and noticing he too had a small cut on his face.
"Chris, you need to get that looked at." She said, as Taylor crossed her arms.
"See? I told you she'd agree with me. Now…"
Chris held his hands up defensively. "I know, I know. Go to the bathroom and let you clean the cut." He said, his lips curling into a smile. Taylor returned the smile as he walked towards the bathroom.
"You okay Cayden?" She asked, walking over and hugging her good friend.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Are they okay?" She asked, as Taylor nodded.
"Of course. They're both so hard headed they probably didn't even feel it. I drove them over here, just to be on the safe side anyway." She explained before frowning.
"I miss you at the Impact Zone. It isn't as much fun to pull pranks on the Beautiful People when you aren't there." She explained, as Cayden sighed.
"I know. After this, I'm guessing I'll be at the Impact Zone with security guards armed to the teeth next week." She said, as Taylor smiled back.
"Great. Well, I'm going to go make sure Chris is okay. I'll be back in just a few." She said, as she walked off towards the bathroom.
"Is Double J okay?" Alex asked, as he hugged his girlfriend again.
She shrugged. "I'm not sure. I couldn't stand looking at him like that anymore." She said, as Alex nodded and hugged her tighter, letting her bury her head into his chest.
He noticed blue and red lights breaking the darkness outside, and could hear sirens in the distance as the ambulance made its way to the house.
"It's going to be okay." He said, as he kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back.
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Back at the Impact Zone, Kurt Angle was pretty proud of himself, knowing his plan had worked great. The Guns, AJ, and Chris were all gone, which left no opposition to the Mafia for the night.
He confidently made his way out to the ring, knowing that after he "accidentally" knocked down the ref, Nash would come down to the ring, attack his opponent, Bobby Lashely, and grantee Kurt's victory, thus making him number one contender again.
The match began and everything seemed to be going normally. The match was very well matched, with both sides having their moments of offense.
About eight minutes into the match, Kurt whipped Lashely into the turnbuckle, which the ref happened to be in front of.
The ref fell to the ground, hard, as Kurt smiled, knowing what was about to happen.
Nash came into the ring, pipe in hand. He rolled into the ring, and clubbed Lashely with it. He hit him a few more times before he rolled out of the ring like nothing had happened.
Suddenly, he was struck in the back with a steel chair, causing him to crash to the floor.
Samoa Joe stood behind him, and hit him about four times with the chair to make sure he stayed down, before he glared into the ring at Angle, who looked at Joe, shocked.
Joe got onto the apron and when Angle tried to knock him off, the hit him with the chair, knocking him down.
He climbed into the ring and hit Kurt a few times with the chair, before he threw it out of the ring. He turned back to Kurt and hit him with a Muscle Buster before he pulled Lashely on top of Angle. He saw the ref was beginning to stir, so he quickly left and headed back to the back through the face tunnel.
As he entered, he heard Lashely's music hit and, knowing that Lashely, not Kurt, was now the number one contender, he smiled widely.
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Cayden lay in her bed, her head and good arm resting on Alex's chest, as he held her enclosed in his arms, both of them fast asleep.
On the floor beside them, Chris Sabin and Taylor were asleep also. Cayden had invited Taylor to stay and watch TV with them. She had invited Sarita too, but she had to fly home earlier the next morning, but Taylor had stayed and Joe, after stopping by to make sure that everything was okay, drove both her and Jeff back to their houses.
Jeff had been fine, he just had a few bruises and needed some stitches. Cayden was fine and just needed a bandage for the cut on her knee.
Taylor cleaned both Chris and Alex's cuts, and after the medics checked to make sure they weren't concussed, which they weren't, everything went slightly back to normal.
AJ peeked into the room, smiling when he saw that his little sister was grinning in her sleep. He also chuckled a little when he saw Chris's arm around Taylor as they both slept.
He quietly closed the door as Chris Daniels walked over to him.
"They asleep?" He asked, as AJ nodded.
"AJ, do you really think that it could have been Sting tonight?" He asked, as AJ sighed and ran a hand over his face.
"I don't know man. I mean, it could be, but…it just doesn't feel like a Sting move, you know?" He asked, as Chris nodded.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I just, I really hope it's him, because if Cayden gets her hopes up and it isn't him…" He didn't finish the sentence; he just let it trail off, not wanting to think about how badly that would hurt his sister.
Well, there it as. Hope you enjoyed it. I'm kinda bogged down with finals and what not, but I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible. Hope y'all liked it and please, please, please leave a review. Remember, reviews = love! :D
*casey*
~Matthew 19:26~