The New Brood was brought into the WWE during the summer, and was now
the most interesting to the fans. The old "Are You Ready?" theme that Edge
and Christian used with Gangrel was brought back slightly remixed. The
breathing and whisping was still in the intro, but now Ryanna was in the
back giggling. The echo in her laughter sent chills to the fans spine every
time they heard it. Ryanna's friend Jon Davis arranged the mix but he was
hesitant to touch it.
"It's like repainting the Mona Lisa," he told her. "Rebuilding the
Sixteenth Chapel." He finally gave in.and did a great job.
"Hey, Ryan," Adam greeted putting on his yellow "reeking of awesomeness" shirt. They were in the Brood dressing room an hour and half before the show was to begin. "How was Seattle?" "I'm fine," she said walking by. She went to her locker in the room and set down her bag. Adam stared. "Obviously your not," he smiled. "I asked you how Seattle was." Ryanna looked up suddenly and laughed. "Oh, well it was fine. There were a lot of fans. I signed a lot of-" "What happened in Seattle?" he asked sitting on the bench by her. His eyes were serious, his glare strong. Ryanna started unpacking. "Tell me," he ordered. She was silent. "What did he do? Ryanna?" "Nothing," she said in a low, unbelievable, voice. Adam reached out and touched her side to comfort her, but she hissed and stepped back. His eyes grew wide seeing the pain in her face. He stood quickly and held out his arms. "What's the matter? What happened to you? What was that?" she turned her back and Adam rest his hands on her shoulders. He turned her without force and made her face him. He tried to look into her eyes, but she kept them down. Adam slowly reached down not taking his eyes off her. He grabbed the edges of her shirt and balled them slowly in his fists. He waited for her to resist, but she didn't. He lifted the bottom of her shirt and lowered his eyes. He only went high enough to touch the bottom of her ribs and gasped. A large purple bruise was spreading on her caramel tone skin. "How the hell did he do that to you?" Adam asked letting go of her shirt. "It was nothing, I just tripped." "Into?" "Nothing, I tripped and fell in the bathroom." Adam stared in disbelief. "I don't understand you, Ryanna," he told her. "I don't. He hurts you, he really hurts you. Why don't you admit it to yourself that he does this?" "He doesn't do it on purpose, Adam, and you know it."
"I know. I know how he can be, but don't humor him and say it wasn't his fault. Ryan, he can control in anger if he knew what he was doing to you. Look at you!" "Adam," she called not wanting to hear anymore. "It'll be okay." Adam sighed and stared into those gray eyes that he loved so much. He tried to look away, but couldn't. His thoughts of her were brief and fast, but full of lust. His fantasy ended with the thought of his wife and he looked away. He reached out suddenly open armed and stepped forward to embrace her. He wrapped his arms around her in a hug of love. Whether she'd wanted him to or not, he held her tight. He kept his arms high so not to touch the tender wounded flesh on her body. The warmth of his body soothed her, but didn't relax her. He began to sway, then stopped and let go. He turned quickly so not to look into her eyes again. "I'm going to um, go get come coffee or something. You want anything?" he asked over his shoulder. "No, but thanks," she told him sadly. He nodded and his head dropped. He walked slowly to the door of the dressing room and exited without any more words. Adam was in love with Ryanna again, and it was eating him up inside.
"Don't worry, you look fine," Adam whispered to Ryanna as they went down the corridor towards the entrance ramp. She turned quickly, her arms tugging viciously at the bottom her tight black turtleneck. "You can't see anything." She smiled quickly and turned back around. Jason grabbed her hand and helped her down the steps to the Brood platform. They could hear the APA music blaring in the arena just above them. The cheers of the crowd were deafened from the bass and treble. Ryanna felt a hand touch her waist. She turned quickly and briefly felt hot flesh upon her lips. "Just for luck," Jason smiled stroking her good side. She smiled slowly and looked away. Adam sniffed angrily and yelled to the stagehand. "Let's go up, now." "Cue Brood," he said into his headset. "10-4," replied the walkie-talkie. The APA music stopped and the crowds' sheers were audible in the new darkness. A fire circled above the three on the platform, and spontaneously Adam and Jason stepped in closer to Ryanna so not to get burned. The Brood music began and the platform raised slowly, dramatically. Adam stood in his long black leather coat and Jason in a dressy white shirt with fluffy sleeves. Ryanna stood in knee high boots, tight turtle neck and short, leather skirt. The crowd screamed with delight as the three came in to view. The Brood; Edge, Christian and Sabrina, emerged from the flames grinning and laughing. The guys took Sabrina's arms, lifted her across the fire and walked slowly to the ring. Edge lead, Christian tagged with Sabrina by his side. Suddenly Edge broke into a sprit and slid into the ring on his knees. Christian hopped on the ropes and looked back to Sabrina. She smiled from the ground, not needing to get in the ring and walked slowly to the side of the ring opposite Jackie. Jackie winked to say hi. It was a code the girl's had. Sabrina lifted her chin and bit her lip looking to Christian. Her eyes jumped to Jackie who nodded. This meant she was laughing inside. As the lights came back up, the bell tolled for the tag between the APA and Edge and Christian. The match was an active on. It was speed verses strength in that squared circle. Sabrina watched the match closely. She wondered what would happen if she were in it. She was supposed to be, but Edge made Shane change it for the night. When he went out for coffee earlier in the afternoon, he ran off to find Shane. He told him the lie about Sabrina falling, and Shane believed it the way Edge had. He changed the roster without question. When the match was over, Sabrina climbed into the ring to treat her beaten team. They lay in a pulp, steel chairs scattered around. She crawled to Christian's side and looked onto him in her pitiful way. His breathing was husky, his face contorted in pain. He stared into her cool steel eyes and swallowed. "Beautiful," he whispered stretching out his paining arm. He rolled away and Sabrina turned to Edge. He was getting up slowly, and his eyes crossed hers as well. He blinked quickly and looked away. He was having those fantasies again. The three left the ring silently, the APA music still going. Behind the curtain, Jason cursed touching his shoulder. "Go get some ice," Ryanna told him. "Don't tell me what to do," he barked walking away. Edge touched her shoulder and squeezed. "Come on, let's go change," he said calmly and the two headed down the corridor towards the Brood locker room.
"Hey, Ryan," Adam greeted putting on his yellow "reeking of awesomeness" shirt. They were in the Brood dressing room an hour and half before the show was to begin. "How was Seattle?" "I'm fine," she said walking by. She went to her locker in the room and set down her bag. Adam stared. "Obviously your not," he smiled. "I asked you how Seattle was." Ryanna looked up suddenly and laughed. "Oh, well it was fine. There were a lot of fans. I signed a lot of-" "What happened in Seattle?" he asked sitting on the bench by her. His eyes were serious, his glare strong. Ryanna started unpacking. "Tell me," he ordered. She was silent. "What did he do? Ryanna?" "Nothing," she said in a low, unbelievable, voice. Adam reached out and touched her side to comfort her, but she hissed and stepped back. His eyes grew wide seeing the pain in her face. He stood quickly and held out his arms. "What's the matter? What happened to you? What was that?" she turned her back and Adam rest his hands on her shoulders. He turned her without force and made her face him. He tried to look into her eyes, but she kept them down. Adam slowly reached down not taking his eyes off her. He grabbed the edges of her shirt and balled them slowly in his fists. He waited for her to resist, but she didn't. He lifted the bottom of her shirt and lowered his eyes. He only went high enough to touch the bottom of her ribs and gasped. A large purple bruise was spreading on her caramel tone skin. "How the hell did he do that to you?" Adam asked letting go of her shirt. "It was nothing, I just tripped." "Into?" "Nothing, I tripped and fell in the bathroom." Adam stared in disbelief. "I don't understand you, Ryanna," he told her. "I don't. He hurts you, he really hurts you. Why don't you admit it to yourself that he does this?" "He doesn't do it on purpose, Adam, and you know it."
"I know. I know how he can be, but don't humor him and say it wasn't his fault. Ryan, he can control in anger if he knew what he was doing to you. Look at you!" "Adam," she called not wanting to hear anymore. "It'll be okay." Adam sighed and stared into those gray eyes that he loved so much. He tried to look away, but couldn't. His thoughts of her were brief and fast, but full of lust. His fantasy ended with the thought of his wife and he looked away. He reached out suddenly open armed and stepped forward to embrace her. He wrapped his arms around her in a hug of love. Whether she'd wanted him to or not, he held her tight. He kept his arms high so not to touch the tender wounded flesh on her body. The warmth of his body soothed her, but didn't relax her. He began to sway, then stopped and let go. He turned quickly so not to look into her eyes again. "I'm going to um, go get come coffee or something. You want anything?" he asked over his shoulder. "No, but thanks," she told him sadly. He nodded and his head dropped. He walked slowly to the door of the dressing room and exited without any more words. Adam was in love with Ryanna again, and it was eating him up inside.
"Don't worry, you look fine," Adam whispered to Ryanna as they went down the corridor towards the entrance ramp. She turned quickly, her arms tugging viciously at the bottom her tight black turtleneck. "You can't see anything." She smiled quickly and turned back around. Jason grabbed her hand and helped her down the steps to the Brood platform. They could hear the APA music blaring in the arena just above them. The cheers of the crowd were deafened from the bass and treble. Ryanna felt a hand touch her waist. She turned quickly and briefly felt hot flesh upon her lips. "Just for luck," Jason smiled stroking her good side. She smiled slowly and looked away. Adam sniffed angrily and yelled to the stagehand. "Let's go up, now." "Cue Brood," he said into his headset. "10-4," replied the walkie-talkie. The APA music stopped and the crowds' sheers were audible in the new darkness. A fire circled above the three on the platform, and spontaneously Adam and Jason stepped in closer to Ryanna so not to get burned. The Brood music began and the platform raised slowly, dramatically. Adam stood in his long black leather coat and Jason in a dressy white shirt with fluffy sleeves. Ryanna stood in knee high boots, tight turtle neck and short, leather skirt. The crowd screamed with delight as the three came in to view. The Brood; Edge, Christian and Sabrina, emerged from the flames grinning and laughing. The guys took Sabrina's arms, lifted her across the fire and walked slowly to the ring. Edge lead, Christian tagged with Sabrina by his side. Suddenly Edge broke into a sprit and slid into the ring on his knees. Christian hopped on the ropes and looked back to Sabrina. She smiled from the ground, not needing to get in the ring and walked slowly to the side of the ring opposite Jackie. Jackie winked to say hi. It was a code the girl's had. Sabrina lifted her chin and bit her lip looking to Christian. Her eyes jumped to Jackie who nodded. This meant she was laughing inside. As the lights came back up, the bell tolled for the tag between the APA and Edge and Christian. The match was an active on. It was speed verses strength in that squared circle. Sabrina watched the match closely. She wondered what would happen if she were in it. She was supposed to be, but Edge made Shane change it for the night. When he went out for coffee earlier in the afternoon, he ran off to find Shane. He told him the lie about Sabrina falling, and Shane believed it the way Edge had. He changed the roster without question. When the match was over, Sabrina climbed into the ring to treat her beaten team. They lay in a pulp, steel chairs scattered around. She crawled to Christian's side and looked onto him in her pitiful way. His breathing was husky, his face contorted in pain. He stared into her cool steel eyes and swallowed. "Beautiful," he whispered stretching out his paining arm. He rolled away and Sabrina turned to Edge. He was getting up slowly, and his eyes crossed hers as well. He blinked quickly and looked away. He was having those fantasies again. The three left the ring silently, the APA music still going. Behind the curtain, Jason cursed touching his shoulder. "Go get some ice," Ryanna told him. "Don't tell me what to do," he barked walking away. Edge touched her shoulder and squeezed. "Come on, let's go change," he said calmly and the two headed down the corridor towards the Brood locker room.