Emma didn't speak the entire way back to the hotel, and John didn't ride with them. Breena had her iPod out and was listening to her music, trying to avoid any awkwardness there would be if someone were to ask what was wrong.
When they got to the hotel, Steve walked them to their door. Breena thanked him and went inside. She threw her iPod on the bed.
"What the fuck was that!" She asked. Emma just looked at her. "Seriously, do you know the type of shit you two could get into if someone found out? I know no one was around, but what if a stage hand did? Someone unimportant? Why aren't you freaking out?"
"I-I don't know. I want that to happen, but, like that?" Breena shrugged. "But it was so good, it tasted like peppermint."
Breena laughed. "It's nice to see something out of you."
"And he smelt -" She didn't finish.
Emma sat on her bed.
"What are you gonna do?" Breena asked.
"I don't know. I don't want to like run to him and act like we're all together, but I don't want to act like nothing happened."
"I would judge him." Breena answered. "If he didn't mean it that way, I'm sure he's going to say something."
Emma nodded but didn't say anything. Breena went to the bathroom to take her make up off.
"I know you like John," Breena continued from the bathroom. "But you need to really make sure that whatever this is is something you want now. I'm not trying to be like your dad, but we are in a lot of shit right now." Breena came out of the bathroom.
"If this was Jeff-" Emma started angrily
"If this were Jeff, I'd hope you would do the same." Breena cut in. "Emm, look now we need to focus on this stalker. I'm not saying forget how you feel, just wait until you act. I love you and I don't want to see anything happen to you."
Breena went to Emma and hugged her. Emma hugged back and sighed.
"It's going to be fine." Breena said.
"It will" Emma agreed.
The next morning, Breena got up and went to the gym. Before she went into the restaurant and up to the bar and drank it. Glen was sitting at a table beside the bar with Paul.
"Can I crash?" she asked
"Actually you can have my spot." Paul said. "Going to the gym"
"I will see you there" Breena said.
Paul nodded and left.
"What's my daughter up to?"
"Sleeping, actually" Breena answered. "Look, Uncle Glen I know what you and my dad think you're doing, but I think you two need to relax. You need to relax. We are all growed up"
Glen laughed. "Growed up? Breena, you two are just 18. I know in your minds you think that means your lives are your own, but there is still so much you don't know"
"Probably but you aren't giving us the chance to figure that out."
"But John and Jeff?"
"You can't be shocked when we chose the wrestling life. We grew up in it, it's all we know."
"Yes, but you can't blame us for wanting more." Glen said.
"This is true, but you know this is what we want." Breena replied. We are going to be okay, you just need to trust us."
Glen nodded and sat back. She was totally right. It wasn't going to be easy, but he would have to admit is eventually.
"I'm going to head to the gym" Breena said.
"I might join you" Glen said.
Breena smiled and waited for her uncle to get up. He was able to keep pace.
"You're dad said you were pretty hardcore with this." Glen said
"I am." She replied putting a weight down. "I don't know why. I guess because my dad always did it so I started to"
Glen nodded. She was very good.
"You can probably take him now." Glen joked.
"Cute, but I can take a lot of people in that locker room." Breena said. "That, yes, is a promise."
"Don't get ahead of yourself"
"I'm not, but believe it we will wrestle once this is over"
"Yeah, your father and I are very aware." He said
After the workout Breena went back to the room. Emma was on her bed with her phone in her hand.
"I have been trying to call John" she said
"Really?" Breena asked throwing her stuff down.
"He hasn't called me"
"You are going off the deep end." Breena told her.
"I just want to know where we stand"
"Ok, so you don't know much about men, do you?" Breena said.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't ever sound needy. It pushes them away." Breena answered. "Anyway, I spent the morning with your dad"
"Oh, god. What did he want?"
"I gave him perspective" Breena answered with a smile.
It didn't seem like long before the girls were getting themselves ready for smackdown. John wasn't riding with them. He was still pretty bothered by the whole Batista thing.
"What's the game plan?" Breena asked as they were driving.
"Do you mean can you come down?" Mark said. "Not without Steve"
"Fair enough." Breena said. "Who are you facing?"
"Legacy" Glen answered
Breena nodded. She then put her hand on Emma's knee. She felt bad for her cousin, and knew exactly how she felt and knew there wasn't a hell of a lot she could do.
When they got to the locker room, John wasn't there. Breena could see the look of confusion on Emma's face. Mark and Glen started stretching. Something didn't feel right.
Halfway through the show Mark and Glen left to meet up with Dibiase and Rhodes. Emma was starting to be herself again, laughing and joking with Steve and Breena.
"You need to come back." Emma told him
Steve just laughed it off. "I get enough of a kick by just following you two around."
"Yeah, we're sorry about that." Breena said.
"What kind of person would I be if I didn't help? I only ask to get a piece of these assholes when this is over."
"After us though" Breena smiled.
"Deal"
John's music hit and Emma nearly jumped. He walked quickly and stone faced to the ring. He stood in the middle of the ring before speaking.
"I was given a mission, an important one, and that was to be one of two selected to watch and protect Emma and Breena, the daughters of Kane and the Undertaker. I take any job I do seriously. I want to apologize to them, to Taker and Kane, to Emma especially; I haven't been doing my job. We still don't have them yet. I want to apologize more because my attention has been focused on someone else, on Batista. Batista our paths have only criss crossed before, but now it's serious."
Breena looked at Emma who couldn't take her eyes off the tv.
"That boy is crazy" Steve said and stood up to leave.
"Batista I don't know what you're doing, what your plan is, but you'd be wise to stop where you are now."
Before John could go on the familiar sound of glass shattering filled the arena for the first time in years. The roof was blown off and John looked like he had seen a ghost. Steve trucked through the entrance way and stopped on the stage of the ramp.
"John, you are crazy, boy" he said. "apologizing for what another man has done, apologizing is a sign of weakness son, and you ain't weak"
Steve then walked down the ramp and into the ring. When he got in, he smacked John on the back of the head.
"Oh! Gibbs Slap!" Breena yelled
"You're stupid, boy caught up in the moment of trying to be a hero. Suck it up and keep pushing. Those girls don't want to hear you're sorry you haven't found the two responsible. They need you there now, so stop the Oscar speech and get back there"
Steve went to leave.
"Easy for you, this is you're only responsibility" John said, looking scared
Steve got close.
"Now, son, I ain't gonna hurt you because I like you, but you're gonna bitch and moan about Batista? Be serious with me, boy, because you don't take me as the type. You, remind me of myself, and I'd kick ass and take names," Steve paused and put his hand on John's shoulder. "Kick ass like I would"
John needed and patted Steve on his back, to which Steve returned the favor. Steve's music hit and the two walked up the ramp.
"Wow" Breena said.
By the time they got back to the room, Mark and Glen had come back as well.
"Good job guys" Mark said.
"Can I tell you when you came out I was freaking out." John said.
"You transitioned easy." Steve told him. "Stop being so emotional and you'll be okay.
"The invisible torch has been passed?" Mark said.
"I would say so" Glen agreed.
Steve and John didn't say anything.
"Daddy, will you be passing your torch to me?" Breena asked. Emma nodded in agreement.
"We will see" Mark answered for him and his brother.
John sat beside Emma and it seemed like everything was swinging their way back to normal. Then the girls got text messages:
"I will be waiting for you at ringside my darlings, please don't disappoint..."
The messages were slightly different mentioning a different part of their anatomy.
"You're staying." Glen said.
"I won't argue" Breena answered. She was visibly shaken.
"Don't worry." John spoke up. "They will be safe."
Breena was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. Steve was sitting directly across from her noticing her uneasiness. Mark and Glen kissed their girls before heading out.
"You ok, kid?" Steve asked already knowing the answer.
Breena waved her hand dismissively. "Fine"
"We're going to get them" he reassured. "We are so close."
Breena just nodded.
The four of them were quiet during the match. John and Emma looked as though they wanted to say something to each other, but wouldn't. Breena stayed against the wall and Steve never moved from the chair. As much as he wanted to, Steve knew nothing he could say or do would help.
During the match, the light went out and then dimmed red liked they had when Kane first started, then Undertaker's funeral march music played, old school Phenom. A figure appeared on the big screen as the music stopped and the lights went back to normal.
"That used to be my biggest fear" the figure said. "Very successful in scaring children, I applaud that. I however have one-upped that, I have instilled that fear in you two. I am very proud of that, you know. Not only have I put it in you, but your oh so beautiful children as well. Keeping them locked in a room isn't doing anyone a favor. Kane, I would love to see that daughter of yours walk my way, better yet, away from me. Did her mother have hips like that? We'll never know the answer to that, will we?"
Glen went ballistic in the ring. Mark went to him.
"Taker, I haven't forgotten about you. I speak mostly on the behalf of my partner, but what would it take to rest a head, or more, on that oh so perfect set? See, that is genetic, I think I saw her mother on the corner. Whatever it is, they take very good care of themselves."
That was the final straw for Breena. With Emma's head buried in John, she stood up from the wall and then her fist through it. Steve saw it as it happened and jumped.
"Taker, Kane, it's all good." He continued "Oh, I heard this song the other day, and it reminded me of those barely legal treats." He played the chorus to 'Something In Your Mouth' by Nickelback.
Breena left the room, and Steve followed. John held Emma in the room. As she walked, Breena knocked things over and punched things. Her hand was red and her knuckles started to bleed a little.
"Where are you going?" Steve asked
"Out there and talking to this ass hole" She answered.
"Not alone."
"Fine."
Once they got to the gorilla area, Breena ripped a mic from the stage hand and went onto the ramp, Steve followed. She walked directly down the ramp since she couldn't see him on top of it, and went into the ring.
"I'm trying to understand something," She said. "You get off on scaring teenagers? You are truly pathetic. You know when you first kidnapped us we were seventeen. We were, by law, children. As soon as I find out who you are, well you better have a good lawyer. Let me promise you another thing, you almost hurt my cousin again and I will wreck you. The only way they could ID you is dental records, and that's if I don't break your teeth. I can sense you're probably getting off on this, but don't forget my father is the Phenom and I am very much his daughter, that fear you felt as a kid, he taught me that too."
Breena was able to roll her eyes back like her father used to and the stalker actually stepped back.
"Was that fear I sensed? Take it all in sweetheart; sleep with it if you can. I don't stop until I get my kill."
By that point the stalker cut feed. Mark put his arm around his daughter and kissed the top of her head.
Breena was still visibly shaken. She was breathing heavy and was so mad she was tearing. Mark could feel her shake.
Before the show ended, Breena got a text in the ring.
"Keep being tough, baby"
It was simple and to the point. Breena threw her phone out of the ring and screamed. The show was now over.
On their way back, Mark saw the damage his daughter did coming to the ring. Once in the room, he saw the hole she put in the wall. He was worried.
Emma was on the couch and John occupied the chair Steve did. Neither of them looked happy to be there.
Breena was still seeing red when she got back. Her phone was destroyed and in Steve's hands. She retreated to the bathroom. No one followed.
"That was intense" Glen said
Mark could only nod. Things weren't just intense, but out of control. Emma's wrestling display and now Breena's speech. He put hands on the back of his head and let out a long sigh. Then they heard glass break.
Mark ran to the bathroom to see a mirror broken and Breena squatting against the wall. He felt a little better when he saw the paper towel holder of the wall and on the sink.
"I didn't use my hand" she said. She held it up and mark saw the minimal damage from the previous incidents. "I know you're probably mad at me, the damage, the speech." She crossed her arms. "I'm not sorry"
Mark sat next to his daughter and put his arm around her.
"I know you're not, and you did bring Steve" he said. "Look, Rae, I can't imagine for one second how you and your cousin feel, I can't. I also can't blame you for what you do because of it." He sighed and put his head on hers. "You got my temper."
Breena let out a laugh. "And the worst part of moms"
The two of them stayed that way for a few moments.
When they came back, there was a knock. Mark opened the door.
"Before you get mad, I just wanna see how she is." A familiar southern drawl said.
Breena went to the door and saw Jeff. She instantly threw herself at him and hugged him. Jeff didn't hug back and looked at Mark to show his good faith. When he could feel her shake, he held her back.
Breena and Emma fell asleep on the way to the hotel. It was about all they could do. Mark and Glen carried them to their rooms.
"Watch it; you're going to smack her head on the elevator door." Mark said to Glen.
"You better not drop her" Glen snapped in response.
"She's heavy" Mark said. "Shit, I hope she didn't hear that. She's going to wake up tomorrow with a strange urge to purge and hate me"
Mark and Glen were able to get their daughter unharmed into bed. Mark took the bandana off Breena's head and placed it on the table beside her. Mark tossed her hair for a second and left.
Because she had totally obliterated her phone, Breena was up early with her father to get a new phone. When she returned, Emma was dazed.
"This phone is smarter than me." Breena said messing with her iPhone. "Seriously. What's wrong?'
"I don't know what to do about John" Emma answered.
"I might have an app for that. Hold on."I'm serious, Bree." Emma said. "He was here while you were out."
"What happened" Breena asked
"He said that he wanted to talk." She started. "He came here and started talking about the Batista thing. The kiss came up. He told me to forget about it, it was heat of the moment. He said that he doesn't feel what I feel for him, and I don't feel what I think I do because he's protecting me. Him being my protector I'm associating that with feelings. Is he serious?"
"I'm sorry" Breena said.
"Like I'm that stupid. I think I can tell the difference"
"What did you tell him?"
"To leave me alone." Emma answered. "I don't want anything to do with him. If that's what he really thinks than he can stay the fuck away."
"Are you sure?" Breen asked
"Of course I'm sure!" She yelled "I know I'm not experienced in the boy department, but I'm not stupid enough to think that the only reason I might like him is because he has my back. And do you want to know what's worse? Get this…he wouldn't even let me explain that I wanted to wait and see where this all was going to go. I didn't get to tell him I wanted this stalker bullshit to be over so we both could come at this with a clear head. I know that stalker shit's fucking with everyone, but I'm not stupid. I know when I like someone. Oh! And don't say anything to him, please, just let it go"
"That's going to be hard Em, I won't lie" Breena said.
"I just want to let it go. I don't want it turned into this big deal and my dad finds out"
Breena nodded and put her arm around Emma. Emma didn't cry, she was strong and Breena was surprised. She was fueled by anger and resentment no. When it went away, Breena would be there.
Breena's phone went off.
"Oh, god, it's the apocalypse." Breena cried. "My phone is speaking"
"If you don't want it, why did you get it?"
"Mix between the cute sales guy and my dad." Breena answered. "Yes I want to read my new message. Show me my message human phone!"
The message was from her father. They were going out to eat, the four of them, to try and talk.
"Remember, don't mention the John thing." Emma said.
Breena pinky promised and they started getting ready. It was lunch with dad so they didn't have to worry too much.
"I know you two are frustrated." Mark said. "We're frustrated too. That's all we know about what you feel"
"We'll never be able to at least try to help unless you help us in letting us in. That way, we won't know if you're really hurting by outbursts." Glen continued. "We want to save you from hurting yourselves."
"I think I hurt Paul" Emma said.
"Yea, I think that too." Breena added.
"We understand why you two did what you did. We're not yelling at you for doing what you did. We want you to come to us first before beating on Paul or the locker room." Mark said.
"Ok, I'll give you that" Breena said. "But that's pure instinct, at least for me."
Emma nodded in agreement.
"I know we aren't always available but there are other people." Glen said. "You have John and Steve"
"Steve was pretty impressed and freaked by your display" Mark said to Breena.
"We are each one half of a whole wrestler." Breena smiled.
"We can only truly rely on each other, and what we did would be something the other would support." Emma said. "I could talk to John or to Steve, but they are going to give me advice they think you would"
"They won't say go ballistic on Paul or run your mouth," Breena continued. "I know you want to try and understand how we feel, but the sad truth is you can't. It's only us on this, and that's not me trying to put you down, it's just the truth."
Emma and Breena were alone in this. Just like they couldn't understand it from their father's point of view. It was a very lonely place.
On the same note, Mark and Glen understood, they had too. They also knew that this could either bring them closer together or tear them apart.
When they got back to the hotel, John was in the lobby. Mark and Glen had gone ahead. They were meeting Vince. John stood up once Emma and Breena passed.
"Hey" he said
"Hey yourself" Breena replied and adjusted her weight onto her left leg. Emma gave her a look, but John already knew she knew.
"What are you doing?" He asked. Emma shrugged and Breena's phone went off.
"I didn't set a fucking alarm" she yelled and walked away.
"You're really not going to say anything?"
"I don't have anything to say to you, John" Emma answered. "You said enough for both of us."
"Emm-"
"Really, John" Emma said and walked away.
"Apple is evil" Breena said as Emma came over. "Well?"
"Let's go" She said
Breena turned and gave John one last look.
Travel day. Seattle, Washington, home to grunge music. One of Breena's favorites. Home to
rainy weather and suicide.
The travel itself wasn't too bad. Breena took a xanex and slept on Emma the whole flight. The day, as it always is, was shot. The flight wasn't long, but no one liked doing anything on travel day.
Monday started off normally for Breena. She got up to go to the gym. Emma had gotten up earlier for her run. Paul and Shawn had arrived just as she did.
"I think three days is plenty to cool off" Paul said.
"How did I know?" Breena said.
"Seriously, that was sick." Paul went on. "You did very well"
"You reminded me of your father." Shawn told her. "How he used to be with a touch of him now. When you did the eye thing, that's all I could think of"
"I just happened, pure instinct." She said. "I didn't plan any of it, even the eye thing."
"That's why you're going to do so well" Paul said. "These things come normally"
"I've been telling people off for a while" Breena laughed
"Never guessed" Shawn joked. "You're tough, like dad. Don't give me that, get used to the comparison. You'll hear it a lot. You are your father's daughter. Don't hide from it either"
"I wouldn't, I just don't want it to define me. Emma and I are afraid that's all we're going to be seen as and not hold merit on our own."
"You will," Paul said. "But trust me you'll be able to stand on your own two feet as well."
"It's a starting point and fall back" Shawn added. "Hey, spot me"
Breena waited her turn while Paul spotted Shawn. After, they changed the weights and Breena got on the bench while Shawn spotted.
"I know you're worried that when you break through people will only associate you two with your fathers. At first they will, and I'll bet Vince will set it up that way. It's so you can feel comfortable." Shawn said. "It won't always be that way. I'll bet you two will take over singles and tag"
Breena smiled. It was what she wanted. She and Emma wouldn't be satisfied taking over just one part of the WWE; they'd want it all. Tag, singles, men and women. The bar was set high in their minds. Settling for the best in one division, one gender wasn't good enough. All or nothing.
"You guys are the only ones that can limit yourselves" Paul said. Don't let the gender card stop you, Vince follows talent if you can hack it, you got it.
Breena nodded. The subject was cropped for the rest of the workout.
Paul and Shawn asked Breena is she wanted to eat after, but she declined. The workout was intense and she wanted a hot shower. Also, Emma was back or almost back and she wanted to see her.
Breena put her iPod on in the elevator. It was essential to have for the walk to and from the gym. She was blasting Korn when the doors opened on her floor. She head banged along, and was then thrown against the wall.
The eyes of Randy were looking into hers. He dropped her eyes to her chest. He had one arm against the wall.
"Its right what they say" He said "About you and your cousin"
"What are you doing?"
"Not letting one person have all the fun"
He ran his free hand through her hair and down the side of her body.
"You don't have the ass of your cousin." He said "Too bad"
"Leave me alone!"
"One person comments about you on air and you ruin it for everyone"
"Everyone? No one else trying to moleste me in a hallway."
"I'm not much like anyone" He told her.
"Randy, stop." Leave me alone. What are you doing?"
Breena got a very familiar nervous feeling. Her stomach and heart were in her feet. His eyes burned through her and she felt very alone and very paranoid.
Randy moved her hair out of her face and grinned. It was a sly grin. Something was turning in him. He licked his lips and then bit his lower lip.
His eyes were the tell. They hardly left hers. They were a haunting blue. Deep, but not aqua. They showed nothing back. Just a deep blue abyss.
What was most profound was his smell. She smelt it before and she was scared.
"Stop it!" Breena said again and tried to leave.
Randy grabbed her by the throat and choke slammed her into the wall. He back slammed into the molding. Randy's hand remained on her throat.
His body was tense and ridged. His eyes became black. The familiar feeling escalated. She now felt the same way she did right before her knee was busted.
Breena found herself unable to speak, to barely breathe. Randy sensed it and fed off on it. He seemed to have grown, and his grip got slightly tighter.
"You're wise to be submissive." Randy told her. "You know I could either snap you neck or choke you to death, and you obey"
"Stop Randy. I want you to leave me alone. I won't tell anyone. I swear. I…"
"Bitch do you think this is a negotiation!" Randy yelled.
He choke slammed her into the wall again. The small of her back slammed into the molding along the wall. This time, Randy then raised her slightly off the ground.
"I could kill you right now!" He continued to yell
Then a door opened. The only person on the floor who never did anything, Batista. Both Randy and Breena turned their heads. Breena gave Batista a pleading look.
"Let her go Randy" Batista said quickly coming over.
"You don't want in on this?" Randy replied "On second thought, I bet you would"
"This isn't right Randy; don't make me physically remove you."
It seemed that Randy was going to put up a fight. His body was tense and his eyes black. But he didn't. Randy let Breena go, his body related, and his eyes became blue again.
When he left, Breena couldn't move. Batista made sure he went down the stairs. He came back and saw Breena against the wall, dazed.
"I'm not going to tell your father." He said "But I want you to come with me:
Breena simply nodded. Batista took her back to his room. It was the only place where no one would find her.
"Are you okay?"
Breena was sitting on the second bed and shook her head no. There was a ring around her neck and her lower back was bruised.
"Stupid question, I'm sorry:
"Why?" Breena managed to say
"What was that?"
"Why? Why us? Why this situation?"
"It sucks" Batista said. "Let Randy roll off your shoulder. He's exploiting a bad situation."
"I think it's more than that." Breena said. "There are too many coincidences. I get a funny feeling anytime I'm around him"
Batista's phone went off. He didn't look to happy to see the message.
"Randy's strange, you can't let him get to you"
Breena didn't respond. She pulled her knees into her chest and sighed. She knew she was eventually going to have to explain this. Worst of all, she couldn't shake the feeling she had around randy.
Breena was quiet on the way to RAW. Emma wasn't that much more talkative. The red ring was minimal, but Emma noticed it. She texted Breena to tell her.
The girls followed their fathers to the locker room. They threw their stuff down and went straight to the bathroom.
"Ok, so what's the deal?" Emma asked
"I found Randy, well Randy found me"
"He did that?"
"Choke slammed me into the wall, look" Breena said and showed Emma her back. "If it wasn't for Batista who knows"
"Batista?" Emma said shocked
"I know. He told Randy to back off, let me stay with him for a bit," Breena replied. "Randy's giving me a weird vibe.
Emma nodded in agreement.
Mark and Glen were getting a rematch against legacy. The match never actually happened on Smackdown. The match was basically the same with a few minor changes.
Steve was left to watch the girls. John was still MIA.
"Are you two going to stay?" he asked
"I don't know" Emma answered "Maybe, probably"
"We don't want to cause trouble" Breena added
"That famous line" Steve said.
"We are prone to danger and trouble." Emma said. "We don't look for it, it finds us"
"That's all going to be over soon" Steve told them.
The girls didn't bother to argue. There would be no end to that fight.
"It's weird without John around" Steve said. "What is that boy up too?"
"I told him it was okay to focus on Batista." Emma lied. "he was driving everyone crazy'
Steve laughed and nodded his head.
Mark and Glen came back to the room about 15 minutes before the match. The girls were sprawled out in the room and Steve was in his arm chair.
"How did it go?" Emma asked looking up
"Well," Glen answered "What are you two up too?"
"This and that" Emma answered
"Ready to come down?" Mark asked
"Serious?" Breena said
The girls got up quickly and started to get ready. It was record time, and they were by the gorilla area.
"Do not, under any circumstances get involved" Glen warned. "I really mean it"
They nodded.
"This is serious" Mark said. "Don't do anything.
The girls nodded again. They weren't going to be taking any chances.
The brothers music hit and all four walked out. The crowd was on their side, as always. They adopted the girls as their own. Since day one the fans have rallied around the girls, being sympathetic to their story. They were instant hits.
Emma and Breena, at their fathers gestures never even went into the ring. They stay outside. Legacy came down next.
The match was typical, a little one sided, but your typical tag match. The crowd popped and Randy was at the top of the ramp.
Emma and Breena jumped when they saw him. He walked down slowly, glancing at the girls, and then standing on the other end. This was what their fathers meant. They knew what Emma went through, but not Breena. If they had, this never would have happened.
Randy paced on his side of the ring. He was there for legacy, to instill fear in them, to make sure they did their job. He was very good at his job.
At the surprise of the girls, Randy stayed on his side of the ring. He never taunted them or hardly looked at them. The girls were constantly on edge anyway.
Mark and Glen won, that sent Randy into a head spin. As the brother left he went into the ring and went off on Cody and Ted. Breena and Emma watched as they back peddled up the ramp. They took it as a sign, a message.
"I didn't like that" Breena said to Emma backstage. "It was too perfect"
"I agree, I didn't like it either, but what do you mean perfect?"
"How Randy beat you Cody and Ted" Breena answered
Emma nodded. "I had a chill"
"Exactly" Breena said. "Something with him just isn't right"
"Ready?" Mark asked
The girls nodded and headed out. They were leaving early for them. The girls were quiet, all they had to say was to each other, and it wasn't anything their fathers needed to hear.
"I know what you mean about Randy" Emma said. She put her things down on her side of the room. "I can't describe it, but I feel it"
"I felt that way when we were kidnapped" Breena said.
Emma looked up at Breena. She was serious and Emma began to feel it too.
"You don't think?" Emma asked
"I don't know. All I have is my gut and it's feeling weird."
"He's weird." Emma said "He's violent towards us, it's like he seeks us out. He ain't like this with anyone else."
It had been turning in Breena's mind since being released. Breena sat on the bed and rubbed her eyes.
"Like I said, I don't know, all I know is how I felt when I was around him."
The girls didn't sleep. They tossed and turned. All Breena could think about was how she felt around Randy. It wasn't what he had done, but how she felt when he was doing it, how he looked. It was haunting.
By the time Smackdown rolled around, the girls were numb. The new Randy incidents mixed with the stalker incidents had left them mentally exhausted.
Mark and Glen were full aware of how their girls were. They didn't see them, hardly spoke to them, it was almost as if they were on the road and the girls were home.
Mark knew he couldn't badger his daughter with questions to find out how she felt. Every attempt always failed since she was a kid. She wouldn't talk unless she wanted to.
It was 2am on Friday morning, Smackdown morning. Mark sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. He pushed his hair back with both hands and looked at his brother who was asleep. He sighed.
The room was eerily quiet, which made Mark a little un-easy. He started to think about Breena when she was a kid, everything he missed in her life, and that no matter what was wrong when she saw him it all melted away. He was with her now and it was getting worse.
Mark was covered in a feeling of hopelessness and fear. The stalker was creating feelings in him he had never felt for his daughter before. Maybe that was the point? Every possible scenario of why went through Mark's head. He never went back to sleep.
"I don't know what you should do" Breena told Emma "You did tell him to leave you alone, Emm"
"Guys never listen" She said. "I just thought he might try and find me"
"Well the situation really sucks. I mean he did accuse you of liking him for the wrong reasons. He could be staying away so you could figure that out. Or, he's doing it so you don't like him for real, or he could be because truthfully he likes you too and has no idea how to handle it and telling you what he did was a defense mechanism. I'm leaning to option three."
"If it's option three, then why?" Emma said.
"Think about it, you're the daughter and the niece of Kane and the Undertaker. Strike one. You are just 18 and he's 24, I know age doesn't matter but you are just 18. Strike two. The stalker situation has put everyone on edge, and whether you want to admit it or not that's having an effect on emotions. Shit sucks. Strike three. John was out before he got to bat." Breena told her. "If it is option three, there is a lot going on that would make anyone back down."
"He didn't have to do it that way. If that's the case, he should have been honest." Emma said.
"I know" Breena said.
Emma didn't know how to feel. She was angry and hurt and confused. It was, however, a nice distraction.
Emma decided to go for a run. Breena couldn't be alone in the room so she grabbed her book and went outside near the pool to write. She was hoping for people to be there, but not ones she knew well to hold a real conversation with. Company without efforts. Jeff was out there and though she knew him she was glad to see him.
He didn't see here, he headphones on. She put her book down on his table and he looked up. He smiled when he saw her and took his headphones off.
"I was thinking about you" he said.
"Really?"
"Yeah, how are you doing?"
Breena sat down. "I honestly don't know. Things are getting weirder and weirder."
"What do you mean?"
"Take the other night" Breena said. "Randy coming down, the new twist"
"How's that weird?"
"I get this weird feeling about Randy" She answered. "Before Raw at the hotel, Randy like assaulted me. He kept choke slamming me into the wall and touching me"
"What?"
"You can't tell my dad"
"I think he should know" Jeff said.
"No, he shouldn't. I only told Emma. Please, Jeff, Don't"
"Fine, but I can't let you walk around the halls alone"
"I'll be fine." She said. "He gave me the same feeling the stalker did. Not to mention that smell."
"What do you mean?" Jeff asked
Breena shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, Jeff, I don't know what to think."
"If it's what I think, that's pretty bold. I'm not calling you a liar, it's just bold. He's Randy Orton"
"I really don't know what to think. I only have this strange gut feeling to go on. I'm fucking Gibbs"
Jeff laughed. "if that's what you think what's your next move?"
"I don't know" She answered. "What if I'm wrong?"
"If you have a Gibbs gut feeling you probably aren't"
She sighed and put her head on the table. Jeff patter her head like she was five. She liked it though.
"Are you going to be training after this?" Jeff asked changing the subject
Breena lifted her head.
"That's the plan." She said. "Well, mine and Emma's plan"
"I hope it works." Jeff said. "Do you really want to be a high flyer?"
"I do"
"Let me teach you" Jeff said. "Once you get the basics I'd love to show you"
"That would go over well" Breena said. She smiled. "I won't tell anyone"
Jeff laughed. "You'd be good at it, you have no fear"
"Not when it comes to that"
"You two are gonna tear it up" Jeff said. "Matt and I better watch out"
"Oh yes, we would crush you"
"Not the response I was expecting" Jeff laughed. "I was expecting, 'oh Jeff you're funny. I could never fight you' Something like that"
"You're making me sound like a bitch" Breena laughed.
"Yeah, you're right. You're response is more the truth."
Jeff was the perfect distraction. With the exception of when they talked about Randy, she never thought about him.
Mark came down from his room and saw his daughter and Jeff out of the corner of his eye. He saw she was smiling for once and for this one time, let it slide.
Mark went into the hotel restaurant and sat at the bar. It was 1pm but it was dark someplace. Shawn came in and sat beside him.
"Scotch, my choice" Shawn said. "You okay?"
He shrugged "My kid"
"Yes, you're kid has stage presence"
"She was always dramatic"
"She's good, Mark. They both are. They are head strong and smart, charismatic, fit, beautiful and grounded. You know it's coming"
"I knew it was coming when she was ten and wrestled our then neighbor and beat him with a drop kick and then a power bomb. After the fact she cut her promo."
Shawn laughed.
"She laid moves on me"
"I feel like it's around the corner" Shawn said
"As soon as we brought them here, they were going to train"
"You have nothing to lose"
"You're pushing" Mark said.
"After seeing them in the ring in the ways I did, I'm sold. I see Bree in the gym every day. She's dedicated. Dedicated like us old dogs were when we were green. It's lost."
"It is" Mark said. "I've come to terms with the fact that my daughter is going to follow me"
"Fought it for awhile?"
"A long while. I want her to have the best"
"Naturally'
"I can't deny her, her dream" Mark said.
"They are going to be fine." Shawn told him. "Once this bullshit is over"
"If" Mark said shooting the last of his drink.
"I have faith"
Jeff walked Breena back to her room. He wasn't letting her go alone.
"Do you have a match tonight?" Breena asked
"Against Adam and Jay" HE answered. "You should come down. Support the team"
"I wish"
"It's not hard you know"
"For you. You don't have a father, uncle and stone cold to answer to"
"Oh, yeah, maybe not that easy at all" Jeff said.
"I would be nice to have you in my corner"
"And I'd love to be in your corner." She said. "Let me not rule it out 100% yet."
Jeff smiled and hugged her goodbye.
"Where the hell were you?" Emma asked. She was in bed, pillows propped up channel surfing.
"Outside with Jeff"
"Slutty Co-eds 7, never saw it. Wanna? What were you doing?"
"No, he was terrible. Talking." Breena answered. "he wants me to go to the ring with him"
"Are you?"
"I don't know"
"I went with John" Emma said.
"He was your protector and your dad still hated it."
"He hates just about everything"
"I can't not tell daddy" Breena said. "And he'll hate me if I do"
"You gotta do what you feel is right" Emma said. "I think you should"
"You had a solid connection to John through this stalking shit. It makes sense for you. There's no tie to Jeff for me, not that anyone knows. It would be out of left field.
"Then don't do it" Emma said.
"You are no help" Breena said and then laid in bed.
"If you're going to do it, do it, but do it for you and because you want too. If you don't, don't and don't do it because you don't want to not because of anyone else."
"Why do I give you good advice about John and haven't gotten a clue with Jeff?" Breena asked.
Emma laughed "Why is it the same for me?"
The girls laughed. They were able to veg for a bit before having to get ready.
"\Daddy who do you face today?" Emma asked
"Um, Miz and Show" Glen answered
"I watched that guy on the Real World" Breena said.
"Yeah, we'll stay back" Emma said.
Mark and Glen laughed and went to get ready.
"What are you going to do?" Emma asked
"Do? Who's doing what?" Steve asked
"Breena's going to go down with Matt and Jeff"
"Maybe" Breena said.
"I take it your father doesn't know" Steve said. "If you go, I go. I'll sit down with JR and King"
"See, there you go" Emma said.
Breena nodded and left the room to find Jeff. She knocked on the door and Matt opened.
"Hey" He said and let her in. "Is this a yes?"
"Yes"
"Good" Matt threw her a hardy boys shirt. "Jeff's at the vending machines"
Breena changed shirts.
"It needs to be cut" she said.
"Yeah, I agree" Matt replied. "So what is it about my brother?"
Breena smiled and looked down.
"I don't know, he's really easy to talk too"
"It can't be just that" Matt said "Tons of girls fall for my brother all the time"
"I'm not the stupid backstage slut" Breena said.
"Didn't say you were"
"I know" Breena said
Matt found a pair of scissors. "Go to town"
"I'll need help"
"Just ask"
Breena started cutting the shirt, only asking Matt when she needed it. She was set when Jeff came back, even wearing armbands. Jeff smiled when he saw her.
"I think I did a good job, brother" Matt said.
"It'll do" Jeff replied.
Jeff sat down next to Breena and nudged her.
"I'm glad you came"
"Me too." Breena replied. "Oh! Steve's gonna be with JR and King"
Breena was nervous when she waited with Matt and Jeff. She had only been down with her father and uncle. This was so different. She did feel a rush. She was nervous and very excited.
The Hardy boys music hit first and all three went out. When the crowd saw Breena, they freaked out, and she loved it. She bounced alone with them down the ramp, and once they got in the ring, she threw the guns up. While running across the ring, Jeff playfully bumped her.
Mark was backstage watching. Glen was beside him.
"Well?" Glen said
"Normally, I'd care" Mark said. "But I saw them talking and it was the first time she looked happy in awhile"
"This won't fly when all of this is over?" Glen asked
"Hell no"
As promised Steve was with Jr and King. He had come down before the match. He was keeping an eye on everything.
Matt and Jeff won and Breena slid in to raise their arms high.
Before they got out of the ring, the screen shot to John backstage. It was pretty obvious that John had no idea he was being tapped. Out of nowhere someone attacked John from behind. His phone slid down the hall. It was the stalker.
Breena jumped. She hugged Jeff and kissed him on the cheek before running off. She ran into Emma.
"What are you doing?" Breena asked
"Finally John, what are you doing?"
"Finding you" Breena answered. "What are you going to do?"
Emma grabbed a chair and folded it up, then took off. Breena followed trying to stop Emma. It was useless.
John was down a hallway. Without hesitation Emma smacked the stalker with the chair on the back. She wacked him three times before he got up and left.
"What are you doing?" John asked
"You helped me so I helped you" John looked at Breena
"You know, Cena, there's a lot of things I wanted to say and because of my cousin I didn't. She's not here and I'm not holding it in." Breena said. "You need to figure out whatever it is you need to figure out. You're pushing away a great girl who is into you for all the right reasons. I think that's pretty obvious. So whatever your issue is, fix it"
Breena walked away and found Emma in the room.
"Nice hits" She said.
"You said something"
"Had to, it was fair game" Breena said. "They on?"
"Kicking Miz's ass" Emma answered
"Feel better?"
"A little" Emma answered. Breena looked at her. "Ok, yes, a lot."
They laughed.
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