I own, Ben, Max, Heather, Hailie, Patience and Ivan. Starts during September 2008. And: Review please.

Full Summary: Paige has to join the WWE when one of her charges if charged with carrying the fate of the world. Max has to deal with the future she never wanted. Ben has to deal with the past he tried to forget. Paige has to work out problems with her ex for the fate of her family. Edge has to learn how to be a good man. Heather has to realize, the world isn't about her. And Phoebe has to learn that you can't force who you love. (Paige and Henry are divorced and Phoebe never married Coop.)

Billie Jenkins looked up from the bar. The band playing now was called Dreamsellers. They were some strange local rock band.

She first noticed the guitarist. If it wasn't for all the tattoos, piercings, and long hair, she would totally do him. He had a soccer player's body; two piercings above his lips, two below, one in the center of his nose, and one on his left eyebrow. His hair was long, a little past his shoulders, in his face, and blacker than black. Hair dye. She could tell because of the blue tints. It almost matched his eyes. Almost. His eyes were the color of the sky. It matched his pale pallor.

The singer was the second one she noticed. He also had a guitar but he only played it sometimes. He too had shoulder length black hair but unlike the other guy, his was parted right down the middle, and his was so obviously natural. In the light his hair changed from black to brown to even auburn. He didn't have piercings or tattoos, but he did have the most magical voice in the world. His skin was tanned, naturally. There was something completely exotic about him. He had a square shaped face, and his cheek bones and jawbones stood strong.

Suddenly, her view was blocked by tufts of dark brown hair.

"Checking out the talent?" Her boss Piper Halliwell questioned her.

"I keep getting these strange vibes from him."

Piper's eyebrow raised, "How strange?"

"It's not bad, I don't think. I just feel like he's important somehow."

Piper looked over to the band. She thoroughly checked out the man with the microphone. He certainly looked captivating, but she didn't feel anything out of the ordinary from him.

"They're local," she said turning back to her young employee, "so I guess we'll just have to keep an eye on them.

In a hotel room in the middle of the night girl sat up in her bed. Her long hair fell in her face. Behind the thickets of hair, blue eyes shimmered with sadness.

"What the eff is my problem!" she looked to the ceiling as if it had all of the answers.

The side of the bed next to her was messy. Someone had been there with her. She groaned and flopped on that side. It smelled like him. Sweet yet manly. Intoxicating.

What was she thinking? He… that man was the same man her younger sister was trying to pursue! On top of that, if her father found out, they'd both be dead. It shouldn't even matter to him, her father that is. He was on the Raw brand, while she and her sister were on the Smack down brand. Plus, this is her life not his. She should be free to live it however she wants to. The only problem is that she couldn't disappoint her father like this. Nor could she hurt her sister.

"Knock, knock!" she heard a voice from the other side of the door.

"Uhh, hang on Heather!" she called pulling sheets over her nude body.

"C'mon Max hurry up! I have something mazing to share with you!"

Max, finally wrapped in her blankets. She ran to the door and opened it swiftly. Her little sister bounced happily. Blonde hair waved in the air with excitement. Her blue eyes shone with enthusiasm.

Heather was classically beautiful, and Max was unconventionally beautiful.

Their father was the famous wrestler Shawn Michaels and their mother was a Native American pop singer, famous in the late 80's and early 90's.

Heather looked like their father. Same face, aside from her more feminine eyes, and thinner lips and eyebrows. She also had his thick blonde hair, which she often worried about losing. Her eyes were the perfect shade of blue to match her pale skin.

On the other hand, Max was her mother's duplicate. She had strong jawbones and cheekbones. Her hair was so dark brown, it was nearly black. Only in certain light, it shines a chestnut brown. In the natural sunlight, it hints red. It complimented her copper colored skin. The only resemblance she holds to her father was her majestic light blue eyes.

She bounced right into the hotel room. Heather was twenty years old and Max was twenty three, but sometimes they acted like they were still five.

"What is it?" Max asked smilingly widely. She was happy that her sister was happy.

"Guess who I just ran into!"

"Def Leopard?"

"No! Adam!"

Max's smile fell right off of her face. Heather bounced in circles. She was giddy. Max was not. She looked to the bed. It was empty of him now, but less than twenty minutes ago, it was filled with the talents he was so famed for.

"Max!" Heather called.

"What?" Max asked snapping out of her day dream.

"I was asking who the guy was."

She panicked, "What guy?"

"The one from tonight," Heather pointed to her make-shift dress. She tried to hide her smile.

Max didn't want to break her sister's heart so she lied, "No one. I just wanted to sleep in the nude tonight."

Heather scowled, "Why?"

"It makes me feel free."

"Well," Heather moved to the bed. Her eyes filled with dreams, "I wish Adam would come to my bed."

"You don't want him. He's not a good guy."

'He's a great guy in bed,' Max thought to herself.

Heather just shrugged, "I'll make him good."

A person shaped wall of flames appeared in the basement. It formed into Adam and he looked to the man they called The Undertaker.

"You called me?" Adam questioned

"Something huge is about to happen, and you're at the heart of all of it," the mysterious man in black said.

"Mark, what are you talking about?"

"Listen carefully; the fate of good and the world depends on this."

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