AN: DISCLAIMER: I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THE REAL TECHNICALITIES OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING AND NOBODY SHOULD USE THIS CHAPTER AS ANY REFERENCE TO ACTUALLY, WELL, WRESTLING. Got it? So no running out, trying to take a bump, and then suing me or anything crazy like that. Anyway, read on.

(Jessie)

We spent the next day just chilling at the house, and but soon enough it was time to head out. House shows are beautiful things.

We waved goodbye to Sam and Alanna, who still didn't like me very much. And then we were on the road again. We never talked about that night again. Ever. And I think we were both content to keep it that way.

In just a few hours, we made it to the arena. As I quickly found, we had lost Cody and a few of our own, but we had gained a couple people, too. Most notable was Adam 'Edge' Copeland, and the Nexus.

Now, I know that the Nexus had been around for a while, but for some reason we never really saw much of them. Now they were on tour full time with us. So, when we made it to the arena, Randy and I found ourselves in the same locker room as John, Ted, Adam, and the rookies. Randy was quick to bring this to Vince.

"I liked it when it was just the four of us in our own locker room," Randy said. "We're not even asking for private, just not all 10 thousand of the new kids."

"Sorry, Randy," Vince said. "Cody's not here anymore, we just got a couple guys from Smackdown, and I trust you, Adam, and John not to terrorize them like the other guys will. Now stop bothering me and go get ready." With a sigh, Randy and I marched back to the locker room.

"Any luck?" Ted asked. We shook our heads.

"Looks like we're stuck with the rooks and a Canadian," John sighed. Adam walked in at that moment.

"Hey now, what's wrong with Canadians?" he asked.

"Well well well," John said with a laugh. "If it isn't the prodigal son, returning to Raw."

"Aw, shut up John. Who's this?" he asked, looking at me.

"I'm Jess," I replied.

"Oh, you're the runaway!" Randy, John, Ted, and me just kinda looked at each other. Really, is there such a thing as a secret back here? With a sigh, I nodded.

"Yeah. That's me."

"Did Dave really-"

"Yes," Randy said, looking a little aggravated. "He did. We don't like to bring it up."

"Ok, ok," he said. The Nexus trooped in the room at just that moment.

"Ok!" I said, getting up off my perch. "It is getting a LITTLE too crowded in here for my taste!" I watched the whole Nexus troop in, minus Bryan Danielson. He had already been fired at that point. "There sure are a lot of you people," I said, raising my eyebrow.

"That's because we're going to take over the world," Wade Barrett said in his thick accent. "I'm Stu Bennett. That's-"

"We can introduce ourselves, Stu," Heath Slater said. "I'm Heath Miller," he told me in his thick accent.

"Paul Lloyd," Justin Gabriel told me.

"David Otunga's my real name," the A-lister explained.

"Fred Rosser," Darren Young said.

"Ryan Reeves," big Skip said.

"Tyrone Evans," Michael Tarver said. I had gone down the row one by one shaking their hands. I don't know why, but this was a little funny. These dudes were newer than I was. Sort of.

"Wow," John said. "You DO look like me, Fred," he told the younger man. Fred smiled.

"Yeah, I get that a lot. Why do you think I grew out my hair?" We all laughed.

"Well, really, too many people. I'll see y'all in catering."

"Another Southern person!" Heath said. "We should like, hang out! Naw mean?" I blinked twice in confusion.

"Ignore him," Stu said. "It's his new favorite thing to say. Run before he starts acting REALLY weird."

I went to catering to chill with Paul and Steph, who I hadn't seen in a while.

"How was your day off?" Steph asked with a smile.

"Pretty good," I said with a smile. "It was nice to finally meet Sam and Alanna."

"What did you think of them?" Paul asked.

"Aw, they were great. Sam's awesome, and Al's just the cutest little thing ever. 'Cept for maybe me when I was a baby." They laughed a little.

"Did you ever hear from Cody?"

"No, actually," I said with a frown. "He never called. I hope they got him good."

"I don't think he could," Paul said with a chuckle. "He'll get a hold of you somehow. Glenn and Mark wanted this to be a warning to you." I shook my head.

"Scary, scary dudes. Poor Codes."

"Hey, Jess!" I turned at the thick Irish accent.

"You're not gonna kill me, are you?" I asked Stephen, thinking that the last time I had seen him was from my hiding spot in a broom closet. He was walking over with Matt Sydal.

"Nah. We're over all that."
"We were thinking," Matt said. "You wanna come out to the ring, and we'll show you a few moves?"

"Sure!" I said. "But, uh, lemme just call Randy first."

We went out to the ring, and the Hart Dynasty was already in ring practicing. Tyson and Davie were goin' at it, practicing some submission moves and just looking like they were having a good time. I waved to Nattie and she smiled.

"I've been looking for you!" she said. I cocked my head.

"What for? I've been camping out with Ted and Cody, so I guess that's why you couldn't find me." Stephen chuckled beside me.

"Oh, we all know." He whipped out his phone.

"I already saw it!" I groaned. Everyone laughed at my expense, and then Natalya walked over to me.

"Uncle Bret wanted to talk to you," she said.

"Uncle Bret as in..?" She nodded with a grin.

"Bret Hart? Yeah. That Uncle Bret."

"Why does Bret Hart want to talk to me?" I asked, a little flabbergasted. Her grin got even bigger.

"I'll text him. Were you two about to teach her?" she asked, turning to Stephen and Matt. They both nodded. "Well, go on. Tyson! David! Get out the ring!" We all jumped at the ferocity in her voice. All three of them took seats ringside and Nat gestured at us. "Go on. Teach." We looked at each other and shrugged, and then got into the ring.

"Alright," Steve said. "So, when I say 'take a bump,' what do I mean?" I furrowed my brow.

"That's when you make it look and sound like you just got murdered, right?" Matt grinned.

"That's the idea. This is just the really basic one. Steve's gonna 'push me,'" he said, putting air quotes around the 'push me.' Steve lightly pushed Matt, and he fell back like Steve had just shoved him across the ring. He fell flat on his back, but slammed his hands down and made a loud smacking noise.

"What did he just do?" Steve asked.

"He made it look a lot worse than it actually was. He fell onto his back so he wouldn't injure anything, and used his hands to make a noise." Matt grinned and got up.

"Exactly."

"Think you can do it?" Steve asked. I shrugged.

"I can try." Steve shook his head.

"No, that's not the answer we're looking for. You don't just TRY. What did I tell you the first time I met?"

"Never back down from a fight," I said, remembering that day in the ring.

"Exactly. Now, that just means you've gotta have confidence. Confidence! To BE the best in the world, you've gotta really BELIEVE you're the best in the world. Now, do you think you can do it?" I grinned.

"Bring it on." He nodded.

"Now." He held his arms out and shoved me gently. I fell backwards, onto my back, but hitting my head on the mat in the process.

"Ow," I moaned. Steve chuckled. "Don't say it. Tuck your chin, right?" He grinned and nodded. "Alright, let's do it again."

I don't know how long we practiced, but I must have done it a hundred times. I'm pretty sure that my back was red from falling on it so many times. I was sore all over.

"Steve!" I said as he helped me up. "I hurt!"

"That's when you've gotta keep going!" We all looked down at the front row where the Hart Dynasty had been sitting, and found that at some point, they had been joined by the Hitman himself. "When you've gone so far that you feel like you can't go any more, that's when you learn." He climbed in the ring. "Do it again." Without anybody pushing me, I fell onto the mat. My back stung as I hit it again. I groaned in pain. "That's not right. Smack your palms on the mat. Tuck your knees." I got up again, then fell right back down. "No! Bring them down with FORCE! Tyson, c'mere!" Tyson hopped in the ring and fell back. He kept his arms crossed, and then with a great yell, he swung them down and hit the mat, making a huge slapping noise. "Do it." I took a deep breath, and then tried to mirror the move. "Wrong. Do it again."

"It hurts!" I groaned. "I can't-"

"NO!" Bret said. He literally grabbed my collar and pulled me up. He's strong for an old man. "NEVER say you can't. Now, do it again. Tyson couldn't EVER get it until he started throwing all his emotions out into it. SCREAM if you have to. Cuss as loud as you can. Just learn to talk the bump." I shook my head.

"Alright," I said. Steven looked at me with a cocked eyebrow.

"What was that?"

"I said I've flipping got this!" I growled.

"You know what the problem is?" Matt asked. We all turned to him. "She can't do it. She's just not good enough." Had I not been exhausted, I might have seen the sly look in his eye. But, under the circumstances…

"Excuse me?" I asked him. "You can't… I'm not… Just watch!" I took a deep breath, and with an angry yell, I fell back and slapped the mat. I just laid there, looking up at everyone. They were all smiling down at me.

"Good job, kid," Bret said. He held out his hand and helped me up. "What did I say? You've gotta go PAST the point where you can't go on. That's where you learn. That's where greatness is at." His motivational speech put me in awe, and I almost forgot about my sore back. Right up till Bret slapped me RIGHT on the shoulder blades.

"Ow," I growled.

"Oh, suck it up."

"Nat told me you wanted to talk to me?" He grinned at me.

"Walk with me. I have a proposition for you." We got out the ring and walked up the ramp. "I watched you that night at the house show, with Chris and Randy. And I've got to tell ya, you've got talent, kid." I looked over at him wide eyed.

"Ya think so?" I asked. He nodded.

"I wouldn't even be talking to you otherwise. Now, Nat told me you're interested in wrestling." I nodded again. "And Vince told me you'll be here for the summer." Another nod. "Well then, the kids and I have been talking, and we've decided that we're willing to give you a crash course in the Dungeon's training." My jaw dropped.

"Seriously?" He just nodded. "Mr. Bret, man, I've always dreamed of this!" He laughed.

"The Dungeon kids all call me Uncle Bret, so I guess that's what you can call me from here on out. Good luck, kid." We entered catering and saw Randy sitting with John, Paul, and Steph. "Alright, Randy, we've got some news for you." He looked up at us.

"What's up?"

"I have decided that I'm gonna train your girl here." John and Paul both laughed.

"You think she can handle it?" Randy asked. I gave him a look. "I mean, no offence, Jess, but you really don't work out much."

"We'll fix that," Bret promised. "You shoulda seen her learning to take a bump. Trust me, I know these things, she's a natural."

The rest of the show passed uneventfully, and before I knew it, I was staring at our hotel room. Ted had joined John, Randy, and I, so we pooled our money and got a suite. There were two rooms, one with two full beds, and one with a single queen bed. And to my great surprise…

"A futon! Are you serious! Yes!" The couch folded out into a bed. I was gonna stretch out TONIGHT!

"Annnd," Ted said with a grin. "Check out what I brought from home." From behind him, he pulled out his own Xbox. "I heard through the grapevine that Cody had access to his Xbox again and was looking for us." We laughed and plugged it in. In just a few minutes, we were hooked up to the internet. Ted passed me some of those super headphone things, and we found Cody's gamertag.

"Codes?" I asked into the mic.

"HEY!"

"Sup, Cody?" Ted asked.

"Is that the nerd?" John asked from the other room. "Tell him I said hey."

"I resent that!" Cody yelled, his voice coming out of the TV.

"Cody, GUESS WHAT!" I said.

"What?"

"BRET HART WANTS TO TRAIN ME!"

"Seriously?"

"Uh, heck yes! So anyway, what did they do to you?" I asked.

"Well, they stole my bag and then took ALL my stuff and distributed it among the crew. I had to find everything and get it back. I still haven't found it all. Hey, Gunner wants to play." In a few seconds, Cody had a guest.

"Hey," Gunner said over the line.

"Uh, hey," I said. Ted nudged me and wiggled his eyebrows. "Shut up," I mouthed. Apparently Cody was giving Gunner the same heck, because I heard a quiet 'whatever' muttered over the line. "Uh, ANYWAY," I said. "Let's see if I've ACTUALLY got some competition now."

Well, I had no competition. I was still the best, and around 11 Ted and I were ready for bed.

"Here, Mark wants to tell you something," Cody said. There was a rustling in the mic, and then Mark's deep voice came over the line.

"Glenn and I want you to know that if you ever prank us again, we'll take your stuff and distribute it among BOTH rosters. Got it?"

"Uh, yessir, good to talk to you Mark! Bye Cody, Bye Gunner." We turned off the game, and I went to bed before I could hear anything from anybody about Gunner.