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There's an introduction of another new character….but you already know her. McKenzie Emily Winters is in this story now…but as Cena's little sis…not daughter.
I just realized that I never described Brooklyn. She's average height, about 5'7, and she has curly brown hair. She's got brown eyes and she wears glasses. Not thick ones, but wire frames. She's not skinny, but she's not fat either. She's big enough for the mean Diva's to hate on her, but small enough for all the Superstars to want her. (if that makes any sense…) Just think of her as right in the middle, you know with that cute little shape to her… anyway…
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I stood in the airport looking for my cousin. I got tired of looking, and sat down in one of the chairs. I'd been sitting there for about thirty seconds before I was picked back up and swung in a circle by a 317 pound teddy bear.
"Dave!" I shrieked, throwing my arms around his neck. He spun in another circle then sat me back down.
"Hey Brooklyn, how was your flight?"
"Too damn long, that's for sure. Man, I hate flying," I grinned, picking up my carry on as he grabbed my other suit case. We walked to the parking lot and got into my cousin's silver Mustang Convertible. (A/N: I don't know anything about cars, I just know it was a silver sports car, and it was a Convertible. It could have been a Corvette he was driving on that episode of Smackdown when he busted up JBL's limo, it could have been something else, I don't know, I'm just making it a Mustang because it was the first car that came to my mind.)
"Looking good there, big cousin," I smiled, eyeing his Gucci suit and the matching glasses.
"Thanks, little cousin." He winked through his glasses. We pulled into the arena half an hour later laughing and Joking. I only took my carry on inside, Dave said I wouldn't need much. I went in the Arena with him and he took me to the General Manager's Office.
"Well Dave, I take it this is the new Trainer you told me about on Friday?"
"Yeah, this is my cousin Brooklyn." He said, introducing us. I shook his hand and then Dave talked about his match that night with someone named Glenn. Then we left Mr. Bischoff's office.
"So, what do we do now?" I asked.
"Now, we go hang out for a while until Raw Starts. I'll show you your office and you can meet some of the guys." He smirked.
We walked down the hall and he turned a few corners. He showed me the trainer's office and I dropped my junk off there. Then we went to his locker room he said he was sharing with a couple of friends. We went in there and sat down. I put on some music, and sat down with Dave. About three minutes after we sat down, a guy came out of the shower as naked as the day he was born. He was good looking, GOD was he good looking. His body was dripping wet and he looked oh so delicious.
"Uh Dave," I whispered to him.
"Yeah?" he asked absentmindedly. He was reading a magazine.
"Why is there a naked man in the locker room?"
Dave immediately covered my eyes with his hand and screamed at the guy.
"RANDY!"
"Oh, hey Dave, I thought it was you. When's your cousin getting here?" he said casually. Obviously, he wasn't looking.
"I'm right here, looking good by the way." I smirked, looking around Dave's hand.
"HOLY SHIT!" Randy screamed, running back in the bathroom.
"Come on, nothing I haven't seen already, hot stuff!" I laughed, causing Dave to erupt with laughter.
"Hot stuff?" he said, trying to catch his breath.
"First thing that came to my mind!" I defended.
"So you think my best friend is hot? EWW didn't want to know that!" he teased. I blushed a little bit, and then tackled him to the ground. Well, I tried to. Dave caught me in mid air.
"Dave! Put me down!" I growled at him, punching him in the shoulder.
"Come on little girl, if I can take hits from Randy, Glenn, and other folks, why can't I take one from you?" he laughed.
"David Bautista, put me down or I swear to god I will embarrass the hell out of your ass." I said.
"Oh yeah, what are you gonna do…tiny?" he said, poking me in my stomach. It was true: while I was an average 5'7, my big cousin was just that: BIG. Dave was almost a whole foot taller than me.
"Oh, you're gonna pay for that one…" I said as he let me down. I kicked him in the knee when he did, and he chased me around the room. I opened the locker room door and ran out and down the hall, Dave right behind me. I crashed into something hard…well someone hard. I hit the ground and Dave stopped right before he stepped on me. He helped me up and I turned around to apologize to whoever I'd bumped into.
"Sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going." I said, smiling brushing dirt off of my jeans. He mustn't have heard me, or he had and was ignoring me. I looked up at him and saw that he was staring hard at my cousin. I looked a Dave, and he was staring right back. Dave took a step forward and got in the guys face.
"Dave, keep your little friend out of my way."
"Hunter, why don't you stay out of my way?" Dave said. Obviously, they didn't like each other very well.
"Like I said, I'm sorry alright? Come on Dave." I said, taking his hand and walking down the hall. We made it back to the locker room with out incident. We entered to see that Randy guy sitting on the couch watching TV. He was wearing what looked like Armani slacks and a white button down shirt that had the top four buttons undone, showing off his wonderful upper body.
"Wow, he's dressed." I teased.
"Very funny. I'm Randy by the way. Randy Orton." He smirked, sticking out his hand and I shook it, smiling.
"Hi, the name's Kessler, Brooklyn Kessler." I said, doing a James Bond Impression. Randy laughed then looked at Dave and noticed that he looked mad.
"Hunter again?"
"Yep." Was all he said. Randy got a little red, but not a lot. I could tell that they didn't really get along.
"Let me guess…old friend of yours?" I said, looking between the two of them.
"Yeah. See, me, Dave, Ric Flair and Hunter used to be friends, brothers even. Then, I ended up winning the World Heavyweight Title, and Hunter convinced Dave and Ric to beat the hell out of me." Randy said, looking kind of down, like what they did to him still affected him sometimes.
"Then once Randy got kicked out of Evolution, it was me Hunter and Ric. We ran things and everything was great; then, at the Raw after New Years Revolution, Randy showed me a tape of the match we were in; it was an Elimination Chamber match." Dave said. I nodded. Even though I hadn't watched in a while, I knew what the matches were. Dave told me a lot about everyone when we talked. "Anyway, when Randy pinned me, Hunter could have saved me. I'd saved him too many times to count that match, and the one time he could have saved me, he didn't. It was that moment that I stopped trusting Hunter."
"After that, the Royal Rumble came around. Me and Hunter had a match for that belt, and I lost. That same night…Dave won the Rumble, giving him the choice of staying on RAW and going after Hunter's belt, or going to Smackdown and challenging for JBL's title. Long story short, Hunter fakes like JBL tried to kill Dave with his limo, so Dave would go over to Smackdown basically to save his own neck. Dave finds out about it, stays on RAW and beats the living hell out of good old Game there. It was the best moment in RAW history, well, not counting my winning the Title and becoming the youngest ever World Heavyweight Champ." Randy said, finishing the story.
"So basically according to Hunter, it's all about the game?" I said, smirking.
"And how you play it." Randy said, catching on my joke.
"You people are sick." Dave laughed, getting up. "I'm going to get some food, you guys want anything?"
"Yeah, to come with…I want to meet someone other than Randy here," I said, sticking my tongue out at Randy after I said it.
"Hey!"
"I'm sorry Randy, but you're not naked anymore, there's nothing keeping me here!" I laughed.
"Well I could always…." He started unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt.
"Okay, Brook, you're coming with me. Randy, if you're naked when we come back, I'm gonna kill you." Dave laughed, dragging me out of the room. We walked down the hall to the cafeteria where a bunch of wrestlers were already sitting, standing, laughing, pushing each other around, chasing each other through the cafeteria, and generally raising hell. I walked behind Dave and he waved a group over to us.
"Guys, this is my baby cousin Brooklyn Kessler. Brook, these are some of the squirrels in this nut house. That's Chris Irvine or Jerky as we like to call him, Adam "Edge" Copeland, Shelton Benjamin, Matt Hardy, his best friend Amy "Lita" Dumas, Christy Hemme, that's Randy's girl, Shane "Hurricane" Helms, Jason "Christian" Reso, Travis "Tyson" Tomko, and over there writing in the notebook is Matt's little brother…"
"JEFFERS!" I screamed. He looked up from the notebook he was writing and noticed me.
"BJ!" he shouted, jumping out of his chair. He ran over and I jumped in his arms. He spun me in a circle and set me down.
"Oh my gosh Jeff, I haven't seen you in almost five years!" I smiled, hugging him again.
"I know! DUDE, I missed you." He smiled, putting an arm over my shoulder.
"Brooklyn, how in hell do you know Skittle?" Dave asked looking really confused.
"Remember the summer camp I went to in high school? The performing arts one?" I said, looking at my cousin.
"Yeah, the one in Tampa."
"Jeff went to the camp too…he was in my age group. He played guitar, and I used to sing the songs he wrote." I smiled. "He was my best friend. I'm too old to go now, but I used to go as a councilor in college."
"Wait a minute Jeff…this is your friend BJ?" Matt said.
"Yeah!"
"BJ?" Chris spoke up.
"My initials."
"I thought your last name was Kessler?" Jason asked.
"My full name is Brooklyn Jessica Kessler. At the camp, we had to mark everything with our initials, and this guy's name was Bryan Kramer. Our stuff got mixed up every time. So I started to mark my things with my first and middle name…BJ. And of course with the double meaning…the name stuck."
"Wait a minute…I remember the tapes Jeff used to come home with. Your voice is beautiful." Amy said, smiling at me.
"Thank you," I blushed. I know I can sing, but I can't not blush when people compliment me. I looked over at Dave who was looking over my head at something…or should I say someone. Dave was staring at Amy behind his glasses. 'He's into her' I thought. 'Ask him about it later.'
The group sat around and kicked it until show time. I walked around with Amy and Christy and told them about Randy's little naked escapade in the locker room. They thought it was hilarious. We were talking about Jeff and how he still looked the same, and how awesome he was, when I saw him.
He was walking down the hall in Jean shorts and a jersey with a matching hat on his head. He had a cocky smirk on his face and he was talking on his cell phone to someone. His eyes were ice blue and they held a glint of determination in them. His body was to die for…almost and possibly better than Randy's. His arms were big and they looked inviting, like they could hold you forever.
"Brooklyn? HELLO!" Amy said, shaking me. I snapped out of my daze and looked at her.
"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" I said, looking back at the two.
"I was talking about how Jeff's been dying his hair for as long as I've know the two Hardy's."
"I know, every summer when we went to the camp, I'd let him dye my hair. He always made it a natural color and streak it with green or purple or blue….or anything! One year he died my hair black with red streaks, it was SICK. My parents were pissed when I got home. I loved it." I said smiling.
"Did you know Jeff liked you back then?"
"No…did he?"
"Yeah, he wrote those songs you sang for you!" Amy laughed.
"Wow, never seen that one coming…hey Aims, you dating anyone?" I said, thinking of Dave.
"No. I dated Matt for a while, but we decided that it was best if we just stayed friends, it just got too weird. He's awesome."
"I know that someone likes you." I smiled.
"Girl, you've only been here not even a DAY, and you already know gossip?" Christy smiled. I just nodded. "Girl, I love you!"
We walked into the locker room Randy shared with Dave and the other guys.
"Amy, my cousin is SO into you, and I can see it and I've only been here a day – not even a whole day."
"Really? I never thought of Dave like that…he is super sweet, and he's not bad on the eyes either…he is an awesome guy," Amy thought.
"And the fact that he's related to me is a plus." I smirked. Amy punched me in the shoulder playfully and they hit me with a question I wasn't ready for.
"So Brooklyn,"
"Call me Brook."
"Alright, so Brook, why were you staring at Cena?" she said.
"Who's Cena?"
"The guy that was walking down the hall with an Eminem Complex?
"That's his name?"
"Yeah, John Cena. He's a Smackdown boy, but he, Randy and Shelton are best friends and he visits all the time. He and Dave were a tag team in OVW, they're good friends too."
"So…how old is he?" I said casually.
"OH MY GOD! YOU'RE INTO HIM!" Christy laughed really loud.
"Who's into who?" a voice said, coming into the locker room. We turned around to see Randy standing there in his wrestling gear. He'd just come from his match.
"No one's into NO one Randall!" Christy smirked, kissing him. He laughed and winked at me.
"So, who're you into Brooklyn?"
"Call me Brook, and no one Randall." I quipped.
"Randy, and whatever."
"Okay, don't believe me then…So anyway Amy…will you hook up with him?"
"I don't know…I mean he's super sweet, and those eyes…"
"Amy if you start to fanaticize I'm going to kill you." I said.
"Why?"
"Uh, he's a relative….that's just too much information." I laughed.
"Relative…is Amy into Dave?"
"No, I showed her a pic of a cousin of mine…any other questions?" I said, rolling my eyes.
"I don't believe you, but what ever shorty…" he said, walking away.
"I'm not that short….I'm 6'3, you just can't see it," I joked.
"Yeah…you're 6'3 in 12 inch heels!"
"I love you too Randy…" Randy growled and tackled me into the couch. Amy and Christy jumped on Randy and we started to beat him. We were having an awesome time until…
"RANDIZZLE! Where you at homie?" a voice called.
"Johnny Bravo! I'm in here!" Randy called, jumping up and untangling himself from the three of us. Amy Christy and I just lay on the floor, laughing. We were tangled in the huge mass of red hair and my brown curly hair. Randy opened the door and There stood none other than John Cena.
"What's up man?"
"Nothing much man…you ready for Taker on Sunday?"
"You know it…what about you…WWE Title match."
"I'm ready. I vented some of my frustrations last Thursday…"
"That was awesome dude…I can't believe you spray painted the guy's Limo…"
"It was Mack's Idea…I swear!" he laughed.
"How is Mack doing?"
"Alright, got a boyfriend now…"
"She's like 14!"
"Tell me about it…I wanted to kill the guy, but mom wouldn't let me…" he stopped short and looked in the room.
"Now Randy, if you were busy, you could have told me to come back later…"
"John, get your corrupted ass mind out of the gutter dude…they were kicking my ass, not rubbing on it."
"Who would want to rub on your ass?" Christy said, still not getting up.
"Well, if I remember correctly, you were last night!"
"EEW! Too much Info!" I screamed.
"Now Brook, you've seen me naked, you should know there's nothing wrong with my ass." He teased.
"You're right, you have a very nice ass Randall." I said sarcastically.
"Why thank you." He laughed.
"So, are you gonna introduce me to your new home girl?" John said looking at me.
"Of course not, Randal Keith Orton has no manners. I'm Brooklyn, but you can call me Brook." I said, waving from the floor.
"Well, I'm John and you can call me at this number." He said, handing me a slip of paper. He winked and walked off. I just stared after him and then looked at Christy and Amy. We were quiet then shrieked like teenage girls.
"Could he be any more gorgeous?" I said, looking at the girls.
"Well, yeah, he could look like Randy…." Christy said, winking at him.
"Seen it before…not really impressed." I said.
"Yeah right!" We all said at the same time.
"So, are you gonna call him?"
"I don't know, I have to think about that…" I waited about three seconds. "Hell yeah I'm gonna call him! He's hot as hell!" I smiled.
"I really don't want to hear this…"
"Sorry? But he's hot." I said, looking at Randy and laughing.
"ANYWAY, we're partying later, and John should be there…" Randy teased.
"Uh, I was coming before you said John was coming. I need to party..."
JOHN'S POV
Man, I honestly don't know what came over me…I mean, giving that Brooklyn chick my number? She seemed cool enough. And something about her made me smile. She was naturally pretty, like even without make-up, she'd still be good looking. I guess I'm going to party with Orton tonight, maybe she'll be there, and I can learn more about her.
JEFF'S POV
I can't believe BJ is here! We were tight in those days…rally tight. She was like one of the only people who didn't talk about me. She was actually my friend, my REAL friend. I don't know what I would have done without her. I'm glad she's back in my life, even if I'm not in the WWE anymore…maybe she'll come visit me in Florida, or even at my house in Cameron…never know until I ask…I'll ask her tonight when we go out tonight, Dave said she was coming, we can catch up.