Chapter 2
Breena was watching her dad pack. At least this time she got to see him for four days. She was trying to find a new excuse to allow him to bring her along. None ever worked.
"How long this time?" She asked
"I don't know," he answered. "And, no, you can't come."
Breen closed her mouth. There went that idea.
"You know, superstars children is all the rage right now in the WWE." She said quickly.
Her father just ignored her. It was a daily fight with them. As a 20 odd year veteran known as the Undertaker, he knew the life. He wanted more for his daughter, much more.
"You do know that when I turn 18 it's out of your hands." She continued
"Do you really think a training camp would secretly train the Undertaker's daughter?"
She knew he was right. Defeated, she got off his bed and left. This was always how is ended. Breen wanted more than anything to be a wrestler. She grew up with it, it was her life. Sara was in the kitchen when Breen stormed in. Sara heard both side of this argument before. She was smart enough to not choose a side.
"How did you marry than man?" She asked
"I wonder that myself."
Sara wasn't Breena's real mother, but more than a mother than her biological one. Sara knew everything, things Breena couldn't tell her father or anyone.
"I wish I could understand why." Breen said. "I just get a no."
"He wants to protect you."
"He can't do that forever." Breen said.
Mark came downstairs with a few bags. He set them down and went into the fridge.
"How long is this tour?' Sara asked
"I'm not sure." He answered.
"Well, be safe," She told him. "You're getting old on me."
"I know, these old bones." Mark laughed when he said it. "I'll call you when I get there."
He kissed Sara goodbye and went to his daughter. She gave him the sad eyes, but he didn't bite.
"I love you." He said
"I love you too."
He took the half eaten apple from the table and left. Sara sat down at the table and quietly ate her sandwich. For all the years that he had left, they still never got used to it.
"Do you have plans?"Sara asked her.
"I do." Breena answered."Batting cages."
"Okay, I might not be home when you get back." Sara told her. "day with the sisters."
Both tended not to stay around the house when Mark Left. They didn't always go out together, but they couldn't stay home alone.
Breena left the house before Sara. She loaded up her gear in the back of her truck and headed to the cages. She was meeting her friend Stephen there.
The cages were empty and Breena took the first one. She had a natural build to her. She was her father's daughter, tall and stocked.
"You make it look easy." Stephen told her when he got there.
"Genetics." She answered. She hit the last ball and got out.
"Yeah, well if my father was a pro wrestler-"
"You'd be miserable." She finished for him
"Maybe" Stephen replied
Mark arrived in Arizona before his brother. He was eager to see him because he knew he was going through a rough spot. He walked through the arena and found their 'locker room'. Glen arrived shortly and gave Mark the run down.
"I just don't know what to do." Glen said.
"What scares me is Bree's not fighting me anymore which makes me think she's up to something."
"Emma doesn't understand I want more for her." Glen said.
They were getting ready for a match against Randy Orton and Batista. It wasn't an ideal match for them, but it was out of their hands.
"You're not lining up your knuckles." Breena told Stephen. Out of the corner of her her, she saw someone with a video camera.
"Like this?" Stephen asked. "Bree?"
"What?" She asked.
"Yes," She answered. "You'll get more power."
She looked at the man videotaping unsure who they were actually videotaping, though it gave her an uneasy feeling.