Jez sat in Hunter's office, talking about her contract.
"So if I fight well for six months, I might get a permanent contract?"
"Exactly. I know who your brothers are, Jezebel."
"I'm not using their status to push my own agenda, Hunter. If I do this, I'm doing it on my own."
Hunter grinned.
"Independent. I like it."
She gave him a deadly smile.
"Well when you have a brother who abandoned you, and a brother who barely gets any screen time, ya learn to be independent."
"True. So do you know who your first opponent is?"
"Can I suggest an opponent?"
"Sure."
Jez whispered a name in his ear, and he looked at her in shock.
"Are you sure?"
"Deadly sure. I wanna kick his ass."
"Alright. I'll see what I can do."
Standing, Jez walked to him, shook his hand, then walked out of the room.
Glenn sat in the locker room, preparing for his match.
"Knock knock, Glenny."
He looked up and frowned at the sad look on his little sister's face.
"What's wrong, Spitfire?"
"What would you say if I told you I didn't get my contract?"
"I would go kick Hunter's ass."
"Then I saved you from losing your title, Brother. I'm in."
Glenn smiled and picked her up in a hug.
"Congratulations, Jezebel. Who are you fighting first?"
"Our lovely sibling."
"Damn. He's going to kill you!"
"I learned all I know from both of you. I'll be fine."
"Whatever you say, Spitfire."
Mark sat in the locker room by himself, thinking about his mystery opponent. Hunter had said that it was someone he knew very well.
Hell, that was everyone on roster!
"Knock knock, Marky."
There was only one person who had called him Marky.
"Hello, Jezebel Rayne."
"I missed you, Brother. You didn't come to see me in Juvie."
Mark turned to glare at his little sister.
"You didn't deserve visitors. You set a house on fire, Jezebel! You could have killed someone."
"Like you killed people?"
That tore it. Mark ran at her, grabbing her by the throat. To her credit, Jez didn't flinch at all, but smirked at her brother.
"Do it. Show me how tough you are, big brother."
Mark snarled, setting her down.
"Keep outta my way, Jezebel. I won't be so forgiving next time."
Jez smirked.
"Save your fire for the match."
"What match?", he asked as she walked out.
Turning, she grinned at him evilly.
"Our match."
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"This match is set for onefall! Introducing first, from Death Valley, California, Jezebel Rayne!"
Jez smirked as they cheered. Oh, they were a good crowd tonight. Cheering for a newbie? How sweet.
"And her opponent, from Death Valley, California, The Undertaker!"
The lights went out, and Jezebel bit back a laugh. Her brother was such a drama queen.
The gong began to sound, and her brother appeared in a flash of lightning. He walked slowly down the ramp, and Jez just had to do this.
"Come on, Undertaker! We both know you're scary. Oh, wow. Lightning. So terrifying. Jeez, you move like an elderly pregnant cat. I'm not getting any younger, so let's walk a little faster, shall we?"
Mark stopped walking, and the lights came back on. His face was enraged.
"Disrespectful little brat! How dare you say such things to me?"
"Oh please. You're about as scary as a bunny wearing a Freddy Krueger mask. Now hurry up so we can finish this, hm?"
Running down the ramp, Mark slid in and began beating his sister.
"This what you wanted, Jezebel? Hm? You want to lose so badly?"
Jez snarled and pushed him away, regaining her balance and standing. She wiped the blood from her mouth, grinning evilly.
"Come on, Brother. Is that all you got? Really?"
Mark snarled and caught her with a clothesline. Jez went down hard, and yelped as her head hit the mat.
Okay that goddamn hurt! Seriously.
Standing again, Jez speared her older brother through the ropes, then did a starpress onto the hard floor. Hooking her arm around his leg, she pinned him for a two count.
Realizing he had kicked out, the redheaded teen growled in frustration. It was time for her reveal.
Jez picked up her brother's body, turned it upside down, and tombstoned him. Then she hooked her arm again and pinned him for a three count.
"Here is your winner, Jezebel Rayne!"
Psycho blared again, and Jez grabbed a mic.
"Undertaker, I have three words for you. Rest. In. Peace!"
Smirking, she tossed the mic on his body and walked up the ramp, passing a blonde Canadian.
"Damn, girl. You're a tough little bitch."
Jez turned and smirked at Edge.
"Thanks, Edgykins! It's hard, but I pinned my brother for once, so I think of it as a small victory."
Edge stared.
"Your brother? The Undertaker is your brother?"
"Unfortunately. But Kane's also my brother, so I take the bad with the good."
Edge gulped as Kane walked up behind the girl.
"Great match, Spitfire. He's gonna be pissed."
"Thanks, Bro! Hey have you met Edge?"
Kane's gaze turned to the blonde, and turned deadly.
"Copeland."
"He-hello Kane. I'm, I'm just gonna go this way."
And Edge ran the opposite direction.
Jez watched him go, then smacked her brother on the arm.
"Jesus Christ, Glenn! Don't scare the poor man!"
"Remember what I said about the boys being all over you? Me no likey, Little Sister."
Jez sighed and walked away.
"You're an ass!"
"Thanks! Love you too, Spitfire!"
Kane laughed at the finger she casually gave him.