Chapter 1

As Callie roamed the back halls of the arena, she only had one thing on her mind. To overcome this maze of corridors, get back to the little office that was set up for her and retrieve her cell phone. She couldn't believe she'd forgotten it. Really she should have cut herself some slack, though. With all of the stage diagrams, schedules and scripts she was juggling already it wasn't a surprise that she hadn't thought of something else to carry around. She was truly grateful for being offered the job of designing the stage and prop setups by Mrs. Linda McMahon herself, but she hadn't been prepared for all of the extra responsibilities she'd end up taking on. Oh, she loved every minute of it but sometimes she really missed not having to think about a million things at once.

Callie had gone from struggling in a rundown apartment, designing furniture and stage sets on scraps of paper to working for the WWE, seemingly all at once. After three weeks of designing stage sets, hunting down props and dealing with builders at World Wrestling Entertainment, Callie showed she was worth the McMahons' time. Linda had gotten into a bit of a bind with some of the contractors the company had hired. They were trying to back out of building jobs for more money and Linda had become exasperated with them. Callie, having been studying textiles and the like on her own for years, knew enough to know that the contractors were trying to get more money for an already shoddy job. She immediately put them in their place and Linda, being impressed with her ability to get things done, had asked if she would like to handle some of the companies paperwork while they were on the road. Soon, paperwork turned into conference calls, meetings and building contracts and repairs.

Winding her way down yet another brightly lit hallway she immediately recognized the black door with her name on it. It was nothing special. Just a small, out of the way room where she could do paperwork, set up her laptop and make calls. She smiled as she came up to it, seeing the paper sign on the door. Phil, or rather Punk, always wrote them out for her. Even when he wasn't in character for the show, Callie still preferred to call him Punk. It suited him. The typing paper had her name in a flowy style surrounded by nautical star patterns up and down the sides; the very same stars she had tattooed on her inner wrists. He always made her one when they came to a new arena. She thought it was sweet in a brotherly sort of way. In fact, all of the wrestlers treated her like that. Well, maybe not all. Some of the older guys like Glenn and Mark and even Teddy himself seemed more like psuedo father figures. Probably since they were more seasoned than some of the younger guys. In life as well as wrestling.

Digging her phone out her purse she turned on the backlight to see seven new messages, both text and voicemail. 'Great. I'm gonna have to play catch-up now.' Just as well. After the show tonight she would have some time on her hands to finish up some prjects anyway. Turning around she nearly screamed as she collided with a solid body.

"Oh my god, Jeff!" She breathed. "You scared the hell out of me! I didn't hear you sneak in."

"Well, that was kinda the point," he chuckled. "You can't sneak up on someone if they hear you coming."

Callie tried to put a stern, pissed-off look on her face but her eyes lied the whole time. After her initial shock, she was just as amused by it as he was. And besides, now she had a reason to get him back for it. She loved to play their little prank game just as much as he did.

"So that's how many for me now? Twenty-two? Twenty-three?" Jeff was laughing the entire time.

"Oh I don't think so mister," she mocked anger again. "That's nineteen! I've got it written down so you can't cheat."

"Cheat? Who me? Never!"

Callie brought up the file folder she had been holding in her other hand and playfully smacked him over the head with. She'd started keeping track of how many times they pranked each other when they had made a dare to each other one night. They'd gotten so into messing with each other that they had turned it into a monthly game. If Callie had more pranks at the end of the month, Jeff had to cook her the dinner of her choice, but if Jeff had more, Cal had to accompany him to the ring to cheer him on for his next match. And Jeff was definitely winning. "Hey have you seen my brother?" She suddenly changed the subject, looking down at her phone. "I have four messages from him on here. Is everything okay? Is he okay?"

"Calm down sweet thang. Saw him warming up earlier. Probably just checkin up on ya." His southern twang shone throguh once again. Sometimes, especially when he'd been drinking, he'd use his accent to melt women's hearts. Callie just thought it was funny. "You know how overprotective he can be."

"Yeah well, I'd better go find him. Love ya, weirdo. Have a good match." She waved goodbye to Jeff and sauntered off down the hall to find her brother. Jeff was right. John was pretty protective of Callie at times but she chalked that up to him still being relatively new at having a sister. He still wasn't quite sure exactly how much was too much.

Callie didn't see the figure come out of the locker room a few doors behind her. She didn't feel his gaze up and down her small frame as she moved farther away from him. And she had no idea that he, eventually, would be the downfall of both her and her brother. His dark eyes glimmered as they ran over her body. He was used to getting what he wanted. Tonight, he was going to beat John Cena in a match and retain his championship belt. And later, he would woo Cena's little sister into becoming his. It never even occurred to him that he might not get what he wanted.

I know it's a little slow right now but I'm planning on things picking up in a while. Chapter 2 and 3 will probably run along the same speed (slightly slow) but you will get more information about the relationship of John and Callie and how they came to be brother and sister. I think I'm going to be doing some of it in flashbacks.

And a side note, I actually planned on writing a prequel to this story before I ever even started writing this one. The prequel will be John finding Callie and how she came to be where she is now. I thought it might be a challenge to start with this one and then go back, making sure all of the pieces fit along the way. New chapter will be up tomorrow night (probably not until late) and possibly chapter three as well. And the next few chapters will be much longer as well. I'm going for 3-4 times longer than this initial one. If that seems too long then please let me know and I will separate them out some.

Thanks for reading guys!