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The Four Horsemen	By : Kodanikage Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1805 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Buckle up your seatbelts kids its about to get interesting. I’m warning you now if you don’t like a bit of a beat down this is not for you and ya might want to avert your eyes cause this isn’t going to be for the faint of heart and occasional weak stomach. Send plenty of reviews.

As soon as they were out of sight and away from prying ears Brandon rounded on his older sister, “Please don’t tell me he’s like you too”. Delia and Evan hung back guarding the hallway to make sure no one was listening while doing so themselves. Abeebah cast her gaze away from Brandon her masked visage disguising most of her disquiet but her eyes giving away the turmoil seething beneath the surface.

“Fine I won’t tell you”. The burly brawler held back a vile stream of curses, “I think you should stay in the locker room”. Lifting her eyes Abeebah glared, “fine”. Her brother barely held back the urge to flinch. Evan entered the room, Delia wasn’t with him. Evan took one glance toward their’ elder sibling and quickly adverted his eyes, “Delia’s match is next, she went to the back”. Brandon scowled, “why”.

“Apparently McMahon thought it was an opportune moment considering ‘publicity’ Kane gave the horsemen when he backed down”, Evan looked as irritated as they all felt. Abeebah’s fist clenched and unclenched sporadically as she fruitlessly tried to get her temper under control. It was an uphill battle but the brawler managed to calm down enough to speak without her voice quivering, “go, I don’t trust this situation one bit”.

Brandon nodded, “promise you won’t leave”. Under her mask Abeebah bared her teeth ominously as another set of emotions filtered into her mind. “I promise”. The burly young man didn’t believe her but wasn’t about to push it any further with the mood she was in. He left with Evan right behind him. Abeebah didn’t want or need either of them hovering over her right now. They made it the ramp just in time.

The stagehand took one look at them with a sigh went to tell the ring announcer that they would be their’ sister’s valets. For a moment Delia looked confused.“Where’s Beebs”, she asked. Brandon crossed his arms over his chest, “She ain’t come’n out after that”. Delia raised an eyebrow, “you can’t honestly think she’ll stay in the locker room”. Silently Brandon agreed with his younger sister but he wasn’t about to admit it aloud.

Brandon raised an eyebrow when he heard a familiar electronic melody blare throughout the arena. Delia smiled innocently, “what”? “Point’s of Authority”? She shrugged, “it fits”. Strutting out to the ramp Delia was greeted by a cheering crowd and flashing lights. Her smile was a mile wide as she made her way to the ring blowing kisses and waving as she went.

Following more sedately Brandon and Evan smiled as Delia fed off the crowd’s energy. “THIS MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, ENTERING FIRST BEING ACCOMPANIED BY GUERRA AND LUE OF THE FOUR HORSEMEN OF THE APOCOLYPSE FROM PHILADELPHIA VILUPPO”. Delia made her way onto the apron and jumping over the top rope she was cheered on even more as she spun around one more time for the cameras.

Like Abeebah’s match Brandon stood behind the corner his sister chose to stand while Evan went to go sit with the announcers.“Well folks, Lue youngest of the four horsemen has just joined us again at commentary”, JR smiled at him kindly and indicated the seat next to him. The pixie thin boy sat down and automatically put on the headset handed to him by a stage hand.

“Glad to be here Mr. Ross”, Lue put on the most sincere smile he could muster while his eyes were still trained on the ring all but ignoring Tori’s entrance. “Yeah well we didn’t think we’d see you guys again after Kane came out here, speaking of which where’s Morte”, asked Cole.

Evan had a hard time not let his smile slip, “She’s just chilling out, is all”, he sighed, ‘how does Abeebah do this without frowning’. Back in the ring Tori and Delia were eyeing each other as the referee laid down the law, both trying to get a measure of the other before the match. Finally the he signaled for the bell to be rung.

“Looks like Viluppo is going to have her work cut out for her in her debuting match, Tori though not as tough as Jacqueline is still a tough customer in the women’s division of the WWF”, said JR. Lue said nothing as he watched his fellow horsemen grapple with Tori, trying to get leverage over the bigger woman. After a few pushes Viluppo was able to get a hold of the blonde’s arm ringing it.

Tori dropped her knees trying to relieve the pressure only for Delia to drive the point of her elbow into her shoulder. Tori screeched in pain. “This might be over quicker than expected”, Evan mused lightly. Cole cast him a curious look, “A bit premature for that prediction don’t you think I mean Tori isn’t the toughest diva but she has a lot more ring experience than Viluppo”.

As if to prove his point Tori tried to roll forward to dislodge Viluppo’s grip, it didn’t work. Evan smiled as Delia drove her elbow further into Tori’s shoulder making the diva collapse face first into the canvas. “In ring maybe, but out ring, I doubt it, we all grew up fighting but Tori doesn’t have a prayer against either of my sisters at least with Morte she’d go for the first opportunity to win but Viluppo is vicious at her best”.

Delia straightened and removed her elbow from Tori’s shoulder. The blonde didn’t even notice, too busy gasping for air. Then Evan saw Delia smile vindictively. Almost absently he said, “That is going to hurt”. “What’s going to hurt”, both announcers asked. In answer Delia ground the heel of her boot into Tori’s abused shoulder and the downed woman didn’t think twice about tapping.

“That”, Evan said dry as the referee signaled for the bell to be rung in acknowledgement to Delia’s victory. He quickly excused himself to go join Delia who had slid out of the ring and was excitedly celebrating with an amused Brandon. They watched as she excitedly bounced up and down on the balls of her feet in circles until she suddenly stopped. “Um’ guys, trouble”. Following Delia’s gaze up the ramp Brandon sighed, “Vote”?

Chyna stood at the top of the ramp flanked by Shawn Michael’s and Triple H all of them sporting black and blue bruising on their’ skin. Armed with steel chairs and furious scowls the obviously injured trio was boring holes in the three siblings’ foreheads’. “Fight”, Delia licked her lips in anticipation for more of a challenge.

Evan was quiet, ‘we back down they’ll think we’re afraid and come after us, we beat them they’ll still come after us, aww what the hell’, “fight”. Brandon wasn’t surprised but pouted slightly nonetheless, “just so you guy’s know, I was all for flight”. His younger siblings snorted as they made their’ way up the ramp. Though the chairs were a good weapon to have none of them needed one, not even Evan.

Immediately DX rushed to meet them half way, bring their’ chairs to bear as the Johns bum rushed them. Ducking the chair shot meant to scramble his brains, Evan punched Michaels in the nuts dropping the showstopper like a rock. Grabbing the suddenly discarded weapon he swung it full force into the incapacitated man’s temple. Brandon had tackled Triple H and was currently punching the slightly taller male’s lights out.

The blond was doing his best to throw him off but it was fast becoming impossible to focus with his face beginning to give under Brandon’s fist. Viluppo taunted Chyna as the ninth wonder tried to hit her with the chair but missed every time. Incensed, the dark haired bodyguard dropped her chair and tackled Delia to the ground.

Like her sister Delia let the momentum of Chyna’s tackle drive her to the floor while planting her feet into the older woman’s sternum and launching Chyna up and over her head. Flipping up to her feet Delia scrambled to retrieve the chair Chyna dropped, while Chyna struggled to get on her feet. Meanwhile, Evan and Brandon ganged up on Triple H, beating him bloody while HBK lay unconscious just a foot away.

They didn’t notice other referees and guards coming to break up the fight until multiple pairs of arms were physically pulling them off. The siblings didn’t fight them because there was no use with their’ victims down and thoroughly beaten. The roar of the crowd never registered as they were dragged off back stage while EMT’s went to work on DX.

“What the hell was that”, Vince was in the back waiting for them and he looked pissed. Brandon regarded their’ employer steadily and was about to defend his and his younger sibling actions when he was interrupted. “I believe Degeneration X failed in their’ attempt to assault my siblings Mr. McMahon I don’t believe you will accost them further for self defense”, Abeebah moved to stand beside Brandon her mask lifted so that her chilling scowl was seen by all.

They didn’t think that the businessman was aware he took a step back until he already moved. Vince scowled, “They went too far”. Abeebah’s expression darkened as she bore holes into her employer’s dark gaze. “You’re right”, Brandon, Delia, and Evan didn’t even blink, “DX did go too far”. Vince’s expression soured even more, “that’s not what I meant and you know it”.

“I don’t care, DX went after my brothers and sister outside a match with the full intent of doing them harm that is more than enough reason for me to cripple them let alone the little spanking they got out there”. Vince’s scowl relaxed though his eyebrows still drew together pensively.

“This is a business and I can’t have wrestlers constantly injured, I don’t care for those degenerates anymore than you but they are popular and Shawn Michaels still has to fight the Undertaker”. Abeebah’s lips trembled, repressing the need to sneer.“This stopped being about business the moment those dumbasses decided to bring their’ personal vendettas into the equation”, she retorted.

Seeing he wasn’t going to get anywhere with trying to reason with the dark haired brawler Vince grit his teeth and turned his attention to the younger Johns. All of them looked tired but satisfied as they watched him through lowered lashes. “All I ask is that you ‘try’ to tone it down”, he told them. Finally Brandon spoke, “As Morte said they started this and if they continue it I can guarantee them nothing less than no mercy”.

Evan, Delia, and Abeebah all nodded in agreement. They weren’t going to back down on this. Tight lipped McMahon glared but made no other move to further provoke them. It was obvious that there was no protecting his investment against the four horsemen.

He shuddered inwardly, though Morte hadn’t been convicted her record was a bleak testament to how far she was willing and able to go when it came to violence. The brawl with DX only proved that her siblings were the same. Seeing identical stone still expression on their’ young faces was disturbing even to Vince so he walked away not bothering to try and punish them.

Brandon shot Abeebah a look once the millionaire was gone, “You promised to stay”. “I lied”, his sister informed him wryly. Seeing Brandon gearing to go at it Abeebah tilted her head slightly, silently indicating the camera which was currently trained on them or more specifically on Brandon. The second eldest Johns scowled, “let’s go”.

His siblings followed him back to their’ locker room without complaint and empathically shut the door behind them when they got there. Evan immediately sat down on the bench while Abeebah leaned up against the wall closest to the door. “Well that’s one problem down”, said Delia cheerfully pulling Brandon to sit next to her on the bench. Abeebah snorted, “We ain’t out of the woods yet sweet heart”.

Brandon nodded in agreement, “any ideas on the Undertaker/Kane thing”. Their’ older sister grimaced, “I’m gonna have to talk to ol’ doom and gloom bout that cause I don’t think try’n to talk to Kane is a good idea”. Worriedly Brandon, Delia, and Evan watched their’ older sister’s usually bland visage ran the gauntlet of emotions.

She obviously didn’t want to get involved with the deadman anymore that her siblings wanted her involved with him. ‘But what other option is there’, Brandon asked himself bitterly. “Stop it Brandon”, the green eyed man looked into Abeebah’s glaring hazel orbs, “you still have a match tonight, let me worry about my little problem”.

And not for the first time that night he wanted to argue with Abeebah, to tell her she would not deal with this on her own. But he didn’t, because he knew that she was right and there was nothing he or any of their’ siblings could do. “Is he even here”, Evan asked breaking the silence finally. “I don’t know”, ‘thank god’, she added mentally.

It was bad enough that his brother had a link strong enough to ‘speak’ to her. Abeebah wasn’t about to tell her younger siblings that though. Brandon would surely lose his focus, Delia, and Evan would argue tooth and nail for her to allow them to try and help. And Abeebah didn’t want them involved if she could help it. Delia watched their’ sister with frustration.

Abeebah was shutting them out again; empty smile firmly tugging at her slightly chapped lips. However they could all see that it was slightly forced. Before either she or Evan could muster up an argument Brandon grasped at each of their’ shoulders. Delia turned her dark glower toward him while Evan regarded him with only a slight irritation.

However Brandon had his eyes affixed on Abeebah. His eyes were demanding, “see you at the hotel”. Bowing her head slightly, Abeebah pulled down her mask and left the room without saying a word. “What the fuck-”. He held up his hand silencing Delia, “Let her deal, she’ll come to us when she’s ready”.

“That’s bull shit Brandon, nothing short of Armageddon would cause Abeebah to let us ‘get involved’ and you know it”, scoffed Evan. Brandon shrugged, “There’s nothing we can do and we got to trust Abeebah to be able to handle herself”. Evan and Delia didn’t relent in their’ glaring unconvinced by the older Johns’s impassioned words.

Brandon ignored them though and instead try to focus his mind on his upcoming match. He would see Abeebah back at the hotel and there was no room in heart to think otherwise. Abeebah quickly found a stage hand and politely asked if the Undertaker was in the arena tonight. It turned out that the deadman was there but he wasn’t in a good mood. The stage hand warned her that she should probably avoid him at all cost.

Kane was on a rampage and had had an encounter with the Undertaker that left both parties in foul moods. Abeebah now knew ‘why’ she felt so angry, betrayed, and guilty. ‘Those two fucking assholes have been dumping their’ shit on me’, she raged silently. The silent accusation was answered by two distinct pulses of fury nearly bring Abeebah to her knees.

“Where is he”? The stage hand didn’t think twice about answering her. He had gone to his private locker room further in the back. Not bothering to be polite anymore Abeebah stalked off to find Undertaker. ‘Where are you, little blade’? Not breaking her stride the eldest Johns snarled, ‘Get the fuck out of my head’. Another searing wave of anger seeped into her skin. ‘Where are you’?

And again Abeebah refused to answer and this time with more than a little venom behind her mental voice. The answering ferocity had the native Philadelphian gasping for air and using the wall to steady herself, “Son of a bitch”. “I hope that ain’t me you talk’n about me girl”.

Abeebah looked up. Undertaker was looking down at her from his lofty height, his pale skin paler than normal, long dark hair awry and his eyes surrounded by dark shadows. His proud shoulders were hunched defensively, once electric green gaze now dull having the deadman looking a little more dead than usual. “Close enough considering that psycho fuck that is your brother is currently tormenting me”, she harped tiredly.

For a moment Undertaker merely stared at her, “come on”, he led her back to his locker room. Grasping her hand Undertaker pulled Abeebah to sit next to him. She didn’t even flinch, “any ideas cause’ ignoring it ain’t gonna cut it”. He was quiet, misery oozing out of every pore.

‘God I want to just go and kill something’, she thought as another pile of emotions seemed to cumulate in her mind. After a few more minutes of silence he finally spoke, “when I went with Bearer”, Undertaker drawled, “He took me to New Orleans and left me there in the care of an old friend”.

Abeebah listened carefully as her fellow wrestler went on to explain that this ‘old friend’ was a witch by the name of Matilda Walker. She was skilled in her craft and though not ‘good’ by any stretch of the imagination Matilda was decent enough to warn him about Bearer. “I should’ve listened; she didn’t even know that he’d convinced me to start that fire”.

Abeebah could see the regret clear as day in his eyes. It didn’t take a genius to figure out the general idea of what he did. “Deadman or not you’re still human Mark, which means you get to fuck up like the rest of us”, she told him awkwardly. Undertaker laughed bitterly, “Yeah and Kane paid for it”.

Unconsciously she reached up and tugged a lock of his hair feeling the silken texture between her fingers. No wonder Brandon did this so often with her it was calming. Surprisingly he leaned into the touch. “Most people would run in the other direction, not comfort me”, he rumbled softly.

“Is that what I’m doing”, Abeebah spoke absently, “merely because I don’t judge you because I have no right to”? He closed his eyes and leaned away. Abeebah let him, watchful as ever. “I’ll contact Matilda, she’ll have an answer”, Undertaker said finally. “That still leaves your psychotic little brother”, Abeebah reminded him wryly.

He shrugged and cast his eyes away from her penetrating gaze, “Right now there is nothing we can do”. Abeebah grit her teeth and glared. “I will not fight him”. She raised an eyebrow, “something tells me talking to him ain’t gonna work”, Abeebah said wryly.

She could feel the icy grip of Undertaker’s rage as he turned to glare at her, “I burnt him alive, left him for dead, and killed our parents”. Abeebah relaxed slightly as the glacial grip of Undertaker’s rage lessoned the burning sensation of Kane’s.

Abeebah smiled coldly, “I’ve done worse on purpose so stop you’re bitching”, she thought of the night of Brandon’s eighteenth birthday, lots of alcohol, and a pink floral sun dress. Brandon never forgave her for that night. The older wrestler stilled feeling nothing but honesty coming off of her. Yet there was no regret only a sense of wistfulness as if recalling a fond memory. “You sick”.

Abeebah sniffed, “coming from you that’s a compliment”, she looked away from him, “I can understand why you don’t want to fight him but you’re gonna have to confront him eventually”. Undertaker crossed his arms over his chest; put off that a woman who was obviously much younger than her thought that she could give ‘him’ advice.

“Don’t give me that look, just because ya older don’t make ya wiser”, Abeebah rolled her eyes and lifted her mask so that he could see her face. Running a finger down the scar on her face Abeebah sighed. “Where’d ya get that souvenir”, Undertaker finally asked after a moment of silence. Her tawny eyes rolled, “you think you’re the only child in the world who put the coup de gras on your parents”?

“I think you’re trusting-”. “I ain’t trusting you anymore than you’re trusting me”, Abeebah interrupted, “I have your brother in my head and you in my heart, I don’t know either of you and you don’t know me”. He nodded slowly, his respect for the young woman growing.

“So when can we expect an answer from the witch”, Abeebah combed her hand through the thick fall of her hair. ‘I need a trim’, she thought with barely veiled grimace. The big man shrugged hardly paying attention to the slight irritation he could feel from her. “Depends, hopefully it’ll be a ridiculously simple problem to fix, but I wouldn’t hold my breath”.

Abeebah stood, “here’s to hoping”. He watched as the dark skinned brawler pulled down her mask and leave. The thought of following her crossed his mind before he quickly dismissed it, Kane had already taken too much interest in her and it would only make it worse if he showed any sign of being affiliated with the eldest of the horsemen.

Turning his attention inward Undertaker sighed as the searing lashes of Kane’s emotions warmed him on the inside. He had won his match earlier only to be confronted by Kane and Paul. The encounter hadn’t gone well and Undertaker was sure that his little brother hated him a bit more as time passed.

The auburn haired Texan couldn’t blame his brother for his hatred but Paul was using that hatred and using Kane, using his brother. And this, Undertaker would not abide even as the flames of Kane’s feelings attempted to burn him alive. The heat would have been stifling had Abeebah not provoked his chilling ire.

Silently the Phenom wondered if she did it on purpose. Could she feel his younger brother as intensely as he? He had felt his brother’s sudden curious agitation and had been about to leave and investigate what had captured Kane’s attention so thoroughly.

He hadn’t expected to see Morte in the hallway hunched over in pain. The fact that she was able to feel Kane was not that surprising but he had hoped that this wouldn’t happen. A potentially volatile situation just became an explosive one.

Brandon bounced on his toes trying to relax the tension he felt as he stood slightly away from the curtain. Delia and Evan hadn’t come with him, instead heading back to the hotel to pack seeing as tomorrow the federation would be leaving New York and heading to Albany. Plus they were still pissed that he let Abeebah just walk away from them.

“Hey”. Leaf green eyes glanced and were met with a friendly smile and warm dark gaze. “Hey”, Brandon replied but made no other overtures toward the curious man regarding him. “So you’re Guerra”, the man stated questioningly. Brandon shrugged, “yeah”, he took in the silver tights dark skin and white boots, and “you’re Scorpio aren’t you”?

The older wrestler laced his hands behind his head with a cheeky smile and a nod, “Good luck, you’re going to need it”. And with that Scorpio turned away from him and went to go make his entrance. Amused Brandon rolled his eyes with a smirk, ‘well no one seems to be short on confidence here’, he thought wryly. And finally it was Brandon’s turn to make his entrance.

He smiled as he thought about the conversation he had with the sound technicians about his theme music and lighting. It was a hard fought battle of words but Brandon managed to get them not to make his entrance like his sisters’. Suddenly Dead bodies everywhere by Korn began to play and Brandon walked out of the back, the strobe lights flashing eerily in the darkness.

Brandon walked down the ramp, his eyes fixated on Scorpio who was stretching in the ring. He ignored the cheering crowd and announcer conversation in the booth behind the ring. There was only here and now only the breath in his lungs and the fight that was sure to ensue once he entered that ring.

Any and all personal problems were shelved when he fought and for that Brandon was grateful. Looking into his opponent’s eyes the young brawler could see the confidence bleeding out of him. Brandon gave Scorpio a half smile worthy of his sister pausing as he reached the bottom of the ramp.

‘Now how to enter the ring’, he contemplated silently. Brandon didn’t know whether he wanted to do something flashy or just continue with the menacing approach. ‘Aww, what the hell’, Brandon pulled himself up to the apron before using the top rope as leverage to front flip into the ring.

He landed in a crouch one of his hands slapping the canvas in order to keep his balance while the other grasped at his knee. Brandon cocked his head to the side, seeing both the in ring announcer and Scorpio back away from him.

Slowly Brandon rose uncurling his long limbs like an expert ballet dancer and the lights went back to normal. Scorpio was staring at him as if he were evil incarnate and it became almost impossible for Brandon to not break down laughing. But somehow the green eyed young man managed to hold onto his composure as he stepped into the center of the ring to face Scorpio.

The more experienced of the two seemed more reluctant but did the same.‘Where is his confidence now’, Brandon wondered, ‘he was so sure that it was I who needed the luck just a few minutes ago’. Yet none of his thoughts shown on his face as Brandon squared off against Scorpio as the referee called for the bell.

They grappled each other and Brandon easily pushed the older man off of him and sent Scorpio skidding back first into a turnbuckle. Not giving him a chance to breath Brandon sent a quick jab to Scorpio’s ribs and then another to his jaw and another to his now unguarded side.

He did not let up his hands all but flying to unintentionally open areas on Scorpio’s head and torso. The referee pulled Brandon off him just in time for the dark skinned wrestler to collapse, reeling from the beating he was taking.

Brandon easily backed off; this was wrestling after all not fighting to survive. The referee began the ten as Scorpio sluggishly tried to get to his feet. And suddenly all the lights went out, only for the pyros on the ramp to go off and was swiftly followed by a familiar haunting tune and red light flooding the arena. “Shit”, Brandon turned his attention toward the ramp where Kane was headed down to the ring.

Paul Bearer wasn’t with him whether that was a good or bad thing Brandon didn’t know nor care. Backing up the young man was about to get out of the ring only to be stopped short by pyros in the turnbuckles going off. Brandon flinched away from the ropes, “ok so much for that”. He glanced around the ring and cursed. The referee had managed to skitter out of the ring and Scorpio was no where in sight.

The big red machine pulled himself up to the apron and easily stepping over the top rope got up close and personal to the brother of his query. His eyes locked with Brandon’s, intent flashing across his mismatched gaze. Brandon was secure enough in himself to admit he was afraid of this man.

And wise enough to know that backing down would be the smartest thing he could ever do, however Brandon also knew that he was cornered and that escape was fast becoming impossible. Scenarios flickered through his mind each ending with him beaten to the pulp in the middle of this ring. And then, lightening quick Kane grasped his throat almost cutting off Brandon’s air supply with the force of his grip.

Immediately the green eyed wrestler’s fist flew, connecting with the big red machine’s expressionless mask. He didn’t even flinch. Brandon barely had breath to gasp in pain as the being looming over him squeezed his neck even tighter until finally Brandon mule kicked him in the family jewels. Kane dropped him and he scrambled to get out of the ring.

Kane bent over slightly, pain danced across his nerve endings nowhere near as agonizing as being burnt but just enough to give him pause. Straightening his eyes immediately zeroed in on the wrestler whom he had by the throat mere moments ago.

Guerra had rolled out of the ring and jumped over the barricade to make a hasty exit through the crowd. He cocked his head slightly his dark curls spilling over his shoulders in a child-like manner. Kane never seen anyone move that fast before. He went after him knowing that the boy was probably lead him to his query and then. ‘Then what’, he questioned himself. To put it simply Kane didn’t know.

His mind and heart was split in so many directions that it was hard for him to even think straight. This connection with a masked stranger was just another in a multitude of problems plaguing him. He could feel her even now, a cold presence ghosting its way up his spine. So similar to his brother but so different, Kane shook his head slightly trying to keep his mind on task.

Both he and his current prey were wading through the crowd which was doing nothing to help Guerra as they gathered to pat him on the back while parting like the red sea for Kane. Yet somehow Guerra still managed to elude him all the way to the backstage, where Kane finally caught up to him and grasped him by the throat once more.

And once again Guerra fought even as he was tossed into an unforgiving concrete wall, he kicked scratched punched and clawed at the big red machine trying to get away. It only served to anger Kane further as he was tossed Guerra around like a rag doll. Neither of them noticed the camera man recording the whole affair.

Everyone in the arena was witness to the fight going on between them, even Abeebah who just happened to pass a monitor on her way back to their’ locker room. The eldest Johns took one look at the predicament her brother was in and rushed off to find him. By the time she got there though Brandon was a bloody mess on the floor, Kane standing over his prone figure. Staring at the scene before her Abeebah felt her gut clench painfully.

‘This is wrong’, her mind screamed. Memories flashed through her mind, going to school with Brandon, smiling with him, crying with him, fighting him, fighting for him. And now her little brother lay in a pool of his own life force. She snapped.

Picking up a spare pipe that just happened to be lying around, Abeebah swung full force into the back of the big red machine’s knees, causing the big man to fall. Not thinking twice the eldest Johns immediately hit him in the back of the head.

A scream of rage and pain welled in Abeebah’s throat but the sound never left her lips as she beat the big man down. She didn’t stop to think she didn’t stop to breath all Abeebah could do was protect her little brother, whom currently couldn’t defend himself. It wasn’t until her fourth swing that Abeebah regained her presence of mind and dropped the pipe.

Kane laid face first on the concrete floor, breathing deeply. He was nowhere near as beaten as Brandon but it didn’t matter, Abeebah had accomplished her goal of getting him off of her brother. Taking a deep breath she turned her attention to Brandon, and held back a sigh of relief.

He was struggling to get up to his knees but at least he was aware enough to try. Abeebah walked around the downed Kane and dropped into a crouch beside her brother. The length of his right arm had a deep gash where his life’s blood spilled forth.

Near Brandon’s temple was a quickly purpling bruise, explaining why her brother had such difficulty getting to his feet beside a heavily bleeding arm. “Still alive, little brother”? Though half his face as covered in the blood he had been lying in moments ago Brandon’s green gaze immediately focused on her, ‘good no concussion’.

He looked at his sister’s masked face and gave her a lopsided smile, “Still alive big sister”, he replied with a groan as he finally managed to get his knees under him. Abeebah let him; the faster they got away from Kane beaten or not the better. They both willfully ignored the cameraman still recording what was going on.

Brandon because he was in too much pain to care and Abeebah because she feared what she’d do to the cameraman for his inaction on Brandon’s behalf, ‘some one could have at least called the police’, she thought furiously. “So what’d ya do to brimstone breath”? Abeebah turned her attention back to Brandon who was now on one knee. She gracefully rose to her feet, “went Lui’ Ville slugger on his ass with a pipe”.

Brandon froze in his own assent and Abeebah suddenly was worried something was wrong. Then he laughed, it was a harsh barking sound but his older sister was glad to hear it. The younger Philadelphian stumbled to his feet managed to retain his balance even as he continued to laugh. “I should have thought of that”, his voice was laced with irony and a little self chiding.

Abeebah scowled under her mask, “yeah you should’ve it isn’t like you were a little more preoccupied by the seven foot tall psycho trying to beat you to within an inch of your life”. Sarcasm practically oozed off of Abeebah like a thick coat of lava. Though he couldn’t see her face Brandon got her message loud and clear. ‘Stop blaming yourself, you’re being stupid’.

He sighed in agreement, he wasn’t about to argue with Abeebah especially when she was right. They didn’t even notice the cameraman leave. Suddenly Brandon found himself painfully knocked to the ground once more falling on his already injured arm.

He exhaled painfully and rolled unto his side trying to relieve the white hot stinging shooting its way up his shoulder. The headache that had been building throughout the entire situation exploded, leaving the now sickly pale brawler breathless as he finally blacked out. His brain couldn’t handle anymore shock.

Kane had miraculously though not surprisingly gotten back to his feet. He knocked Guerra back to the ground while simultaneously grasping Morte’s arm with his ungloved hand. It felt like an electrical current passed between them causing Morte to shout in surprise and a grunt of confusion to issue from Kane’s damaged throat.

However he refused to let go forcefully spinning the young woman in his grasp around to face him. An ice blue eye and forest green eye clashed against livid gold and both of them froze. ‘Who are you’? Abeebah shiver as a smokey voice whispered to her, no longer demanding but coaxing caressing and quietly curious.

Abeebah’s heart thundered in her chest as she tried to gain control over herself. She wanted to answer him, wanted to curl up against him like a well petted cat, and spill all her secrets to him. It was a frightening thought that she could trust anyone that much less the man who had attacked her brother just moments ago. Even more frightening was her sudden need to touch, to feel Kane’s skin against her own.

Snapping out of her daze Abeebah tried to pull away from Kane. His grip tightened almost painfully as he continued to stare at her. Abeebah grit her teeth, trying to ignore the incessant murmurs now filling her mind. Kane too heard the whispers but years of isolation with only his agony as company made it all too easy to ignore.

He watched her struggle with confusion over urges she didn’t understand. Kane didn’t need to see her face to know Morte was slowly giving into the demands that seemed to be placed on both of them. Kane could feel her confusion pierce through his own heart as she began to shake.

He pulled her closer to his muscled form instinctually leaning down so his masked face met hers. Kane never felt something so right in his entire life. Neither had she, it scared Abeebah like never before.‘What the hell is wrong with me’, she snarled mentally, Abeebah could barely tolerate her own siblings touching her let alone the bear of a man fitting her curves into the solid muscles of his seven foot frame.

Once again Abeebah tried to pull away but Kane remained unmoving. At this point she was almost ready to beg as the calls reached a crescendo, tearing her apart from the inside, ‘I am Abeebah’. Kane ran a soothing hand down her back, calming his own nerves in the process.

‘I am Glen’, he thought back automatically just as confused as Abeebah as to why he couldn’t stop himself. Tears of frustration slid down the sculpted surface of Abeebah’s mask. ‘You don’t know what is happening do you’, Kane made no move to put any distance between them.

Fury lit Abeebah’s eyes with an unholy light and Kane could hear her grinding teeth, ‘no’. He wished that he could see her face. Kane tilted his head slightly; he didn’t know what to do. “Let me go”, Abeebah finally spoke aloud her voice harsh to her own ears.

Kane stared, ‘why’. Again he felt her frustration, sharp and focused but nowhere as intense as his brother’s. It was intoxicating. “Why not”, she retorted glaring up at him. Kane remained unmoving as he watched her. ‘Why not’, he echoed silently, why he went after her in the first place, ‘for answers’, he told himself.

‘But she doesn’t have any’. And he knew she wasn’t lying. Almost reluctantly Kane forced himself to step away. Abeebah didn’t need a second invitation and was at Brandon’s side a heartbeat later. She never took her eyes of Kane, “Brandon get up”. Her brother groaned but otherwise remained motionless.

A litany of curses issued from Abeebah’s lips turning the air around them black. Then she tried again, “Get up Brandon”. This time her brother didn’t even groan. Concern crept it way into Abeebah’s heart but she remained unmoving with a potential threat so close.

Still highly in tuned with the young woman before him Kane could feel her conflict about helping her brother and keeping an eye on him. The big red machine felt something in his gut twist at Abeebah’s distrust of him.‘You should be used to it by now’, Kane scowled under his mask, ‘what makes her any different than anybody else’.

Still, anger swelled inside of him and Kane couldn’t help but to back away. He might not be able to escape from Abeebah’s feelings of distrust but at least he wouldn’t have to see it in her eyes. The dark skinned wrestler watched him go and didn’t move until his hulking form fading past her line of vision. Turning her attention back to her brother Abeebah sighed.

Carefully she slide Brandon’s uninjured arm around her shoulders ignoring the blood now seeping into her gi and hooked her other arm around Brandon’s waist. Gritting her teeth Abeebah hauled herself onto her feet. Brandon moaned in pain but didn’t wake as he was half lifted onto his sister’s shoulders.

Abeebah grunted as she took on the brunt of Brandon’s weight and began to drag him off to the general direction of the where she thought the trainer was. A few minutes later she found the head trainer and didn’t even have to say a word as he helped settle Brandon on an examination table. The man worked deftly removing the light skinned wrestler’s shirt and cleaning the blood off of his face, throat, arms and torso.

He glanced toward Abeebah, “are you hurt”? “The blood is his”, she told him her voice all but growling out the words. Having plenty of experience with ticked off wrestlers the trainer wisely went back to checking up on his patient. He wrapped the downed wrestler’s injured arm securely in gauze and used the smelling salt to wake him up. Abeebah moved closer to her awakening brother and sighed in relief when his eyes immediately focused on her.

“What happened”? Nonchalantly as she could manage with her aching shoulders Abeebah shrugged. “Kane happened”. Understanding flashed across Brandon’s face as he closed his eyes with a huff. The trainer glanced at her masked face once again, “your friend’s lucky”, he handed her a small bottle of pills. Abeebah stared at him questioningly.

“Make sure he take’s those before he goes to bed, now I suggest you two call it a night”, the trainer told them simply. Neither Johns were inclined to argue. They both thanked the trainer, went to change into their’ street clothes and headed back to the hotel where their’ younger siblings were waiting for them.

As soon as they were in hers and Brandon’s room Abeebah updated her younger siblings on the situation between she and the Undertaker. None of them were any happier but at least there was a piece of good news in a night filled with bad ones. Evan and Delia went to bed and Abeebah made Brandon take the pills before doing the same.
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