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Entanglements

a complicated or compromising relationship or situation.

We do this together, understand.

You knew Jon would say that; looking at your phone, you also knew you had to do this before he suspected anything. You two weren’t blooded brother and sister, but since your debut in the WWE and your injury, the two of you were tight. He and Renee had been the only ones to care a damn about you, so when Jon had left, you had been all too happy to follow him. The only hiccup along the way was - HIM.

If you did this and went after Kenny without Jon, you would need extra help. Kenny had The Elite and now the Good Brothers to watch his back; you knew you couldn’t help in those regards. Not physically. But if you got in close- plus you had heard certain things. Jumping when a hand came to rest on your shoulder, “Jumpy tonight, Rainbow Brite?” Turning to face the one person that you and Jon had come to trust. ”Not at all, Walking Dead.” Darby rolled his eyes at the nickname, snorting as you pocketed your phone for the time being. Reaching up to push back some pink strands of your hair, you blew a bubble with your gum.

“So, what’s it like getting all buddy-buddy with the great Sting?” Darby looks down at you, and you see it again, the storm of emotion that rolls through his ice-blue eyes. Sucking in a breath, you lower your eyes. “Darby, you can’t keep doing that.” His finger comes up to ghost trace your cheekbone, turning your head away with tears forming. There is a loud boom. Then, you can feel the heat vanishing as he lowers his hand. “This conversation isn’t over between us, Rainbow Brite.” 

Watching him walk away was hell; he was taking your heart with him. But you had work to do. Your brother needed your help. Taking out your phone again, you scrolled through your contacts and took a deep breath. Tapping out a text message.

You are doing great. Keep it up. Keep him pissed off, it will keep him off his game. 

This isn’t how Jon wanted it to go. Jon wasn’t one for reverse psychology; mind tricks weren’t his forte. You were laughing softly back in the day; that used to be Rollins trick. Sure Jon learned some of them, applied some of them. But this was a different time, a different place, and they were without the would-be Architect. You felt like you had to keep your head on a swivel to keep up with your brother these days. His acting career, his MMA, his pending fatherhood. 

You took up MMA and even got a part in a Netflix series to keep up with him. Jon had rolled his eyes at your Netflix series; fantasy and magic weren’t his cup of tea. Renee had loved it. You HAD loved it.

Suddenly your phone buzzed in your hand, signaling a return message. 

High praise coming from his baby sister.

You were smirking because the jackass had responded just the way you wanted him to. This might be slightly easier than expected. Tapping out quickly, you hoped you were playing this game correctly. If not, you stood to lose everything. EVERYTHING.

Care to rephrase those last two words, champ.

Tapping your nails on the back of your phone, you waited to see if he would take the bait once more. If he would read in-between the line, see what you were throwing down. Moving to catering as you waited, feeling ice-blue eyes on you as you moved, you felt your heart skip a beat. Moving past Britt and Rebel, who was talking about Matt and Reby Hardy announcing that they too were having a little girl.  Smiling in thought, how that covid was bringing out these life-changing positives.

Grabbing some fruit and some cream cheese, you move to sit down in a far corner when your phone buzzes again. Popping a piece of cantaloupe into your mouth, you slowly move to look at your phone, only feeling one more set of eyes on you. 

My apologies. I am a busy man, after all.

You were nodding your head, yes. You are, and I need you. And the access you have. Smiling as you toss a strawberry into your mouth, you know this might be your chance. That your game plan might die here and now if he doesn’t take the bait. Taking a drink of a bottle of water, you move to tap out.

I understand. Make it up to me?

Blinking in confusion as you hit the send hit, you suddenly remember not grabbing a bottle of water. Eyes are darting up and round, gasping when your light green eyes connect with ice-blue ones. “What shit are you getting into, Rainbow Brite?” Darby stood in front of the table you have chosen, his hands flat, on either side of your plate. You are freezing as your heart threatens to explode. 

You are licking your lips, watching as Darby’s eyes drop to follow the movement. The air seems to snap in static electricity; that’s when you see Jon enter the room out of the corner of your eye. Swallowing hard, you strangle out, “Darby, don’t, please.” He cocks his head down and to the side but murmurs, “So this fuckary has to deal with your big brother?” Choking and jumping when the table vibrates loudly when your phone goes off. 

Watching as Darby swings his beautiful ice-cold eyes to look at the offending device, but he makes no move for it. Quickly making a grab for it, lower your eyes at the message screen, you close your eyes at the message.

Enlighten me; how would I do so? 

Feeling Darby’s gaze on you, feeling Jon zero in on you. You took a deep breath and nearly jumped as Jon snarled when he finally made his way to the table you were at. With shaky fingers, you quickly tapped out before Jon could speak, before you change your mind.

A change of scenery? 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Glancing at your brother, you forced a smile on your lips and sweetly asked, “what do you mean, Jonathan?” He simply rolls his eyes at his full name, plops down in a chair, throws a glance at Darby in the ‘wtf are you doing here’ fashion but continues. “Three fucking days, no texts, no calls, no visits. No, nothing.” Rolling your own eyes as you give Darby an apologetic look. You know Jon gets tunnel vision.

It’s how he has missed this growing-breathing thing between you and Darby for so long. You are pretty sure he knew of your friendship with one another. But you don’t think he has picked up the hot flame burning between the two of you. Most haven't, not with Darby’s recent divorce and the well-known fact you didn’t date wrestlers. You have been a wrestler yourself for only five years now, and your first bit of advice was. Don’t ever date a wrestler. 

It’s so funny; you didn’t start in this business as part of the talent. Nor sleeping with anyone. You were a mere happy gymnast, then one day, Paul Levesque had scouted you. After a year at the WWE performance center, you have been labeled the newest and hottest thing. Within the WWE, you have held their women’s division, helped their revolution. Now it was to learn about yourself. 

And yet, here you were.

“Jon, I have a life outside you and Renee, believe it or not.” Knowing this is where you have to start the plan, glancing at Darby quickly, you hoped he would understand. If not, he would at least forgive you someday. Jon snaps, “I get that doll. Quit twisting my fucking words.” Snapping, you gathered up your trash as your phone went off again. Darby straightened, and you wanted to whimper; instead, you hissed out.

“Jesus, Jon can’t a girl get laid without her big brother getting up all in her business?” With that, you go and toss your trash away. You feel both Jon’s surprised eyes drilling into your back and Darby’s more cold, calculating look roaming your body. Looking down at your phone, you smirk in success.

How does Memphis sound? 

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It has been three weeks.

You have alienated yourself from Jon AND Darby. Darby has stopped approaching you after the first confrontation with Jon. But Jon has picked up the pace not only against Kenny Omega but YOU as well. Almost like he knows what you are doing, planning?

You have been careful, explained it to Kenny, not to show all the cards just yet. Hit him when you got him down and bleeding, baby. It all comes to a head the night Kenny offers Jon his rematch. The Good Brothers have him tied up, bleeding, and spent. Kenny grabs the mic and pushes the title in Jon’s face.

“Is this what you want, Jon? Truly? Cause let’s be honest here, pretty platinum is NOT the ONLY thing I have taken from you.” 

Backstage you move into position, and you see Tony Kahn suck in a breathe. His eyes go wide as you pick up a mic and start to walk. Kenny keeps on talking.

“NOT only have I reclaimed MY number one position in this world, Jon, but I have claimed the spot no one else could do for months. And that was to take you OUT. But I found I wasn’t satisfied with that. No Jon, I want to BREAK you.” 

You see the ring action as you start to step out of the tunnel. The crowd reacts instantly. Kenny smirks and bellows into the mic.

You see the ring action as you start to step out of the tunnel. The crowd reacts instantly. Kenny smirks and bellows into the mic.

“So I took something ELSE that was precious to you, Jon!” 

Stepping out to the ring, you see that Good Brothers have let Jon move his head so he can look your way. You see the look of surprise in his baby blue eyes. Then Jon, misunderstanding, snarls. 

“Don’t you touch her, Omega.”

Shaking your head as you bring the mic to your lips, you mockingly add.

“Ohh, he has done more than touch me, big brother. Did you honestly think, I as your BABY SISTER, wouldn’t become a target in your war Jon?” 

Gliding to stand next to Kenny, you lay your hand onto his chest and snuggle into his body, laying your head onto his shoulder and letting everyone think that you were now Kenny Omega’s new flavor of the week. You continue to speak as though Jon’s eyes are hardening on you. 

“I simply made my move before that happened, Jon. Kenny Omega is a smart man!” 

Taking a step forward and leaning down, you look Jon Moxley right in the face and snicker into the mic.

“And oh so good with his hands. Pure magic.”

There is a heat in Jon’s eyes that has you stepping back, then Kenny explaining the exploding barbwire match to him, and his eyes flicker to you. Afterwards, in the hallway, you see Darby Allin and his cold blue eyes drill into you. When Kenny steps away for an interview with Don Callis, you sigh in relief. His voice makes you jump a little, “you are playing a dangerous game Rainbow Brite.” Looking at the man you want with every fiber of your being, you swallow hard and smile weakly at him. “Hello to you too, Walking Dead.”

He invades your personal space in an instant, hands on your hips, lips against your ear. “You don’t think Jon doesn’t see what you are doing??” Blinking, you jerk back at look deep into his eyes. “What do you mean?” Then behind you, you hear a bellow. There are people shouting; your name is being yelled.  Turning halfway around, you met Jon’s enraged eyes. “Get your ass over here.” Blinking as you watch The Bucks and Cody attempt to hold your brother back. Suddenly there is a hand snaking around your upper arm, “time for us to go, princess.”

Casting your eyes to Darby, you can only swallow hard and fight back the tears as Kenny pulls you along behind him and away from the two men you love most in this world.

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