CHAPTER THREE

RANDY

Randy could hardly believe the kids were all coming up to the main roster. It had been fun having Keith around, but now his baby boy and niece were coming up, too. On top of it, Molly was coming up, and she was like everyone at WWE's daughter because they'd all had a hand in raising her. The first of the new kids he saw that day, however, was none of them.

Ginny Runnels looked at him and came over immediately. Randy pulled her into a hug. "Welcome to the Big Leagues," he told her.

"Thanks," Ginny said nervously. "Am I the first one here?"

"As usual. Nicky could take a lesson from you."

"It's not his fault. You named him after the Young Bucks, who are never on time from what I've heard. He takes after his Godfathers."

"This is true. You're so smart."

She laughed. "Well, I take after my Godfather, too."

"You poor kid," Randy said with a laugh. "No one should have to take after me."

"Better you that my father."

"Gin, Cody's a great guy to take after. He's probably the best man I know."

"I love my dad, but I don't want to develop a split personality."

"You know Paul wants you to take up the whole 'Dust' tradition, right?"

"And I told him no. I'm here on a storyline involving Keith reforming Legacy. If I'm representing my dad, Cody Rhodes was in Legacy, not Stardust. He couldn't really argue with that."

"See? Smart." He was impressed. Paul had been determined to have Ginny going by Dusti or Something-Dust. Her sister Faye's ring name was Fairy Dust. It was nice to see that Ginny had won the right to be herself.

"Ugh! That cab ride was atrocious!" A deep female voice snapped.

"They should have sent a limo!" Another voice added. That voice was still heard frequently at WWE events, although the first appeared less often now.

Randy looked up and groaned internally. The Bella Twins stood very close by. From just out of sight, a male voice said, "They don't send limos for the first day of kindergarten." Randy relaxed slightly as Bryan Danielson joined them. If Bryan was around, Brie usually behaved slightly better.

A young man Randy vaguely recognized from NXT walked in with Bryan. "That's Brandon," Ginny told him.

"Am I late?" Trixie asked frantically as she rushed in. She bumped straight into Brandon and nearly knocked him over, but he somehow managed to steady them both.

"Hey," Brandon said.

Trixie squeaked and her cheeks turned bright pink. Randy noticed the way Brandon was smiling at her. Oh boy, he thought. That might be trouble.

"Hi..." Trixie said lamely.

"Watch where you're walking!" Nikki snapped. "Do you know who he is?"

"I'm sorry... I... um..."

"This is the son of Daniel Bryan and Brie Bella, you little nobody. Who the hell do you think you are? I mean, seriously, do you need to wear a helmet for special people?"

Randy stood and swept in before he even realized he was moving. "Back the hell off of my niece, Nikki. Now."

Nikki turned and stared at him, but it was Brie who spoke. "Wait, this is Trixie?" She asked.

Trixie nodded. She was shaking. Randy protectively put an arm around her shoulder. "You've gotten so big... I didn't recognize you," Brie said.

"Ugh, Brie, who cares who she is? She just tried to mow down your son," Nikki argued.

"Aunt Nikki, stop," Brandon said. "It was an accident. She apologized."

Nikki rolled her eyes. "Don't let her fool you. She's the daughter of a lunatic and her lesbian lover, your mom's arch nemesis. The little bitch is out to get you."

Rage washed over Randy immediately. "Kids, go hang out with Ginny for a minute," He said. He'd had enough.

"Don't tell him what to-" Nikki started.

"Great idea!" Bryan interrupted before she could continue. "I haven't seen Cody's daughter in ages! Come on, guys." He shot Randy a look that said he was grateful he was trying to keep the kids out of things as he led them away.

"Nicole, I swear to God, if you ever talk to Trixie like that again, I'll kill you myself," Randy said furiously.

"I don't want her anywhere near my Brandon!" Nikki replied.

Randy nearly reminded her that Brandon was Brie's son and that Nikki had no children because John Cena refused to reproduce with her, but that seemed excessively cruel. He simply pointed out, "They're in a storyline together. That's not going to happen."

"Well, recreationally, she'd better keep her distance."

Brie was silent, but Randy suspected she agreed with her twin. He hated that they were picking on a kid who was barely eighteen, but it didn't entirely surprise him. "Just leave her alone."

"Or what? You touch me and you're fired."

"It would be worth it, but I don't hit girls, and you very loosely qualify as one, so I won't kick your ass. Now, Corri, on the other hand..."

"Bring it!" Nikki started.

Brie grabbed her arm. "Shut up, Nicole. Just let it drop," she said. "We don't need that kind of trouble."

They were saved by the arrival of Nicky and Keith. Corri was with them. Brie dragged Nikki away before Corri could attack.

His wife eyed him questioningly. "Why were you talking to the bitches?" Corri asked.

"Nikki started with Trixie," Randy explained.

"I will cut that bitch's throat!"

"That's pretty much what I told her would happen if she didn't back off."

Keith hurried off to check on Trixie. Nicky was about to go, too, but Randy stopped him. "You doing okay?" He asked.

"Yeah," Nicky said too quickly. "Of course!"

"Nicky, it's okay to be nervous."

"I'm fine, Dad. Really."

"Right. Well, I'm proud of you, okay? You can do this, Nicky. It's in your blood."

"I know." Nicky smiled confidently, but Randy knew his son. He was terrified.

"Just remember to breathe. You're going to do great out there."

"Right. We're all ready for this."

Randy looked around. All of the new kids were there, except... "Where's Molly?" He asked suddenly.

Corri cursed. "I swear to God, that kid makes Nicky look punctual!" She said. "Paul is going to kill her if she's late for her debut."

Randy wondered where she might be. Molly lost track of time easily, but she was generally professional when it came to shows she was booked for. He realized Dean was also missing.

"Well, wherever she is, her dad is probably with her," Randy said.

"Well, that's probably trouble," Corri said with a laugh. Randy was inclined to agree.

DEAN

Nothing got Dean quite as pumped as singing karaoke at the top of his lungs with his no-longer-so-tiny sidekick right there with him. They'd gone to a karaoke bar for lunch to get her ready for her main roster debut. Now, as they each shouted the lyrics to I Wanna Be Sedated, he realized just how much he'd missed her while she was gone.

"Bam bam ba-bam ba-bam bam ba-bam, I wanna be sedated!" Dean sang. Molly repeated the phrase on her own. Then they finished in unison.

"Crap!" Dean said as he noticed the clock on the wall. "We're late again."

"Crap!" Molly echoed. "Oh, wait, I don't actually care." She laughed. "Relax. I'm good. I don't need the intro speach. I grew up backstage. As long as I have ten minutes to change, stretch, and get briefed on the final plans, I'm good."

"Come on, Offspring. We should still hurry."

She didn't protest as he led her away. He could hardly believe the small person who'd been dropped at his feet was now fully grown and about to debut on RAW. Did that make him old? Nah, he didn't feel old. He was still the same crazy guy he'd always been.

They reached the venue and Molly looked at him. "Pep talk, He Who Hath Sired Me?" She asked.

He put on a serious face. "Hmmm..." He said as he considered this. "Beat the crap outta the other guys. Don't hold back. No forks, we're fucking PG here, damnit. Have fun. Be you. And kick ass." He kissed the top of her head. "Now go forth, Offspring, and be awesome!"

He had no doubt that she'd do just that.

KEITH

It was time. Keith stood with his new stable and smiled. "Ready, my little Legacies?" He asked.

"Fuck yeah!" Molly replied. Everyone else shared their enthusiasm, too.

Keith nodded. As his entrance music began, he marched alone to the ring. He'd adopted Burn in My Light, his father's old entrance music before Voices, and made it his own. The crowd loved Keith. They'd immediately embraced the son of Randy Orton and Corri Casey.

When he made it to the ring, he grabbed a microphone. He was interrupting John Cena, Chris Jericho, the Miz, and Ryback who were gathered in the ring, all part-time wrestlers now, fighting over who was the ultimate champion or whatever.

"Yeah, guys?" Keith interrupted. "I'm sorry, but the old age home is around the corner."

Jericho and Cena laughed and gave each other the "can you believe this kid?" look. Ryback got in his face. Keith hit an RKO as soon as he was close enough. The crowd went crazy. The Miz stepped back and put his hands up in defeat.

"Son, I don't know who you think you are-" Cena started.

"Oh, that's easy! I'm Phoenix Orton, fourth generation Legacy, and since you seem to be getting forgetful in your old age, you're John Cena, the washed-up has-been who never gives up, but should." Keith let his words sink in.

Let's go Cena chants broke out, but they were pretty much drowned out by Cena sucks ones. Even louder was an RKO chant.

Should I? He wondered. It wasn't scripted, but Cena could still take a bump and the crowd was demanding it...

Cena nodded very slightly. Keith grinned and stayed in character. "I'm sorry," Keith said. "That was rude of me." He extended his hand for a handshake. "I know you have done a lot. You and my dad had an epic rivalry, man! I really should shake your hand." Cena shrugged and reached for him. That was when Keith went for the RKO.

The crowd went crazy. Jericho looked at Keith, nodded, and said into his microphone, "Not bad, Kid."

Just for the hell of it, Keith hit an RKO on him, too. Jericho was very laid-back and went with the flow, so Keith knew he'd be fine with it. The crowd was chanting for him now. The Miz looked terrified.

"We're cool, man," Keith said. "I'm a big fan."

The Miz smiled. That was when Keith added, "Of your stunt double!" Then he RKO'd him. That had actually been planned.

With all of the older men lying on the mat, Keith said, "It's time for change, people! Like my father before me, I recognize the power of hot young legacies coming together, but I'm thinking bigger. It's time for us to take over! With that said, I'd like to introduce the new Legacy!"

They marched out one at a time to his music, because he was the leader of this faction. "Introducing... Brandon Bryan, son of Brie Bella and Daniel Bryan!" He paused between each name. Brandon got a huge pop. "Persephone!" That was Ginny. The NXT fans applauded wildly. "Daughter of Cody Rhodes, a member of the original Legacy! Dale Dallas, son of Bo Dallas and Emma! Trickster, the daughter of Cayla Casey and Paige!" He'd talked his cousin into using that as her ring name. "Greg Uso, son of Jimmy and Naomi! Next, my little brother Nick Orton!" He'd tried to get Nicky to go by Bucky Orton, an idea Keith found hilarious, but Nicky had insisted he wanted to be himself and Paul still hated the Young Bucks so he wouldn't allow it anyway. "And finally... Molly Moxley, the daughter of Dean Ambrose!"

Molly got the biggest pop of all. The Ambrose fans were thrilled to see the next generation of lunatic fringe enter the ring. The NXT fans had seen what she could do. Most of all, the people who knew her from the indies worshipped her. They chanted for her. Molly owned that ring as she entered it.

Several superstars and Divas suddenly ran out from backstage. None were related to the legacies. They attacked the legacies. The legacies took turns demonstrating their moves on the more seasoned wrestlers. Everyone stuck to their own gender, but when John Cena went after Keith, Molly got involved and hit him with a perfectly executed Dirty Deeds. The crowd's response was amazing. They'd definitely put themselves over.

The legacies joined hands and surrounded the fallen superstars. "We are Legacy! " Keith announced. "And we own this place!"