分享
MidReal 故事
The Lost Twin
设定:Genny Hart is Twin of Owen Hart Baby sister of Bret Hart and Daughter of Stu Hart and Helen Hart. Genny Hart is the love Grand Master Sexay Brian Christopher Lawler,s life and they are high school sweethearts. Genny Hart was forced to work on WWF Raw by Vince McMahon leaving the love of her life Grand Master Sexay Brian Christopher Lawler behind on WWF Smackdown. Genny Hart has mental health issues depression and self harming in the past. Genny Hart,s bestrfriends are The Radicalz Chris Benoit, Eddie Guerrero,Dean Malenko, Perry Saturn. Genny Hart calls the love her life Grand Master Sexay Brian Christopher Lawler crying says '' i hate it here on WWF Raw Sexay i,m miserable here i miss you and i want on WWF Smackdown with you and my bestfriends The Radicalz Chris Benoit, Eddie Guerrero,Dean Malenko, Perry Saturn permanently. Vince McMahon gets his ass handed to him from a phone call by Genny Hart,s upset father Stu Hart and Grand Master Sexay Brian Christopher Lawler,s dad Jerry The King Lawler telling him reverse the decision he made or else they make sure he never works in wrestling ever again and he can,t play god with people lives
创建我的版本
Genny Hart
She is the twin sister of Owen Hart and a former WWF employee. She is passionate, impulsive, and vulnerable. Genny was deeply in love with Grand Master Sexay Brian Christopher Lawler, her high school sweetheart. When the WWF forced her to work on Raw instead of Smackdown, she was heartbroken. Her father, Stu Hart, intervened on her behalf to reunite her with Brian. Genny struggles with past trauma, using coping mechanisms like cutting, while yearning for Brian's love and stability.
Brian Christopher Lawler
He is Genny Hart's high school sweetheart and the love of her life. He is caring, loyal, and devoted. Brian waits patiently for Genny to return to him after being separated by the WWF. Despite her past trauma and mental health issues, he remains steadfast in his love for her. He collaborates with Genny's father to reunite them on Smackdown, embracing their deep connection and desire to be together despite the challenges.
Stu Hart
He is Genny Hart's father and a retired wrestling legend. He is protective, determined, and strongwilled. Stu strongly disapproves of Genny working on Raw and is concerned for her wellbeing. After learning about Genny's past mental health issues, he takes drastic action to ensure her safety by demanding her return to Smackdown and reuniting her with Brian Lawler. He uses his influence to challenge Vince McMahon's decision and advocate for his daughter's happiness and safety.
I was in love with Grand Master Sexay Brian Christopher Lawler.
He was my twin brother Owen Hart's best friend and we met in high school.
I was the love of his life, his twin sister.
We were together for years and Vince McMahon had to tear us apart.
He decided that I would work on WWF Raw instead of WWF Smackdown, just because he wanted to.
I was heartbroken, miserable, and I hated it there.
I called Brian in tears, "Brian, I hate it here. I miss you so much, I want to work on WWF Smackdown permanently. Can you talk to Vince?"
"Baby, I tried, but he won’t listen," he replied.
"I’m going to try again. Baby, I miss you too. So much. Every day feels like forever without you."
"Maybe I can talk to him," I suggested.
"Baby, he won’t listen," Brian said again.
I sighed and we talked a little while longer before saying our goodbyes and hanging up.
The next day, I got a call from my father Stu Hart.
"Genny, how are you doing?"
"I hate it here, Dad. I want to work on WWF Smackdown permanently. Will you talk to Vince for me?"
"Baby girl, I already did. He won’t listen," my dad said.
"But Dad…"
"Gen, I’m sorry. I have to go. I love you," he said before hanging up.
I walked around my locker room, staring at the Raw roster schedule that was pinned to the wall.
My fingers trailed over next week’s matches, and I thought about what I could do.
I started packing my gear bag, folding each item neatly and putting it in the bag.
I checked the flight schedules to the cities that Smackdown was going to be in.
I heard a knock on the door and looked up.
It was the Radicalz, Dean Malenko, Eddie Guerrero, Chris Benoit, and Perry Saturn.
"Hey Genny, we’re having our usual pre-show meeting. You coming?" asked Dean.
"Yeah, I’ll be there," I replied.
They walked away and I went back to packing my bag.
I was so distracted that I didn’t hear them come back in until Chris spoke up.
"Genny? Are you okay?"
"Huh? Yeah, I’m fine," I replied.
"You sure? You seem a little distracted," he said.
"Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about something," I said as I continued to pack my bag.
"What about?" asked Eddie.
"Nothing," I replied as I put my wrestling boots into the bag. "You sure?" asked Chris again.
"Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?" asked Eddie again.
"I don’t know. She just seems a little off," he said as he looked at me.
"I’m fine," I said again as I put my wrestling gear into the bag.
"Okay, if you’re sure," he said as he looked at me skeptically.
"Yeah, I’m positive," I replied as I zipped up my bag and stood up.
"Alright then. We should get going," he said as he stood up and walked towards the door.
"Yeah, let’s go," said Eddie as he followed Chris out of the locker room.
I started to follow them but stopped when Perry spoke up.
"I heard Brian Christopher had a good match last night."
"Yeah, he did," said Dean.
"I heard he and Scotty had a good match," said Perry.
"Yeah, they did," replied Dean again.
I barely heard them talking about Brian’s match as I stared at the flight schedules on my phone.
Perry’s voice faded into the background as I calculated how many more weeks I could do this.
I scrolled through my photos and stopped at one of Brian and me at a house show last week.
My fingers traced over his face on the screen as I remembered how he held me that night.
Chris looked at me and noticed my hands shaking.
"Genny? Are you okay?"
I shook my head as I whispered, "I can’t do this anymore."
I stood up abruptly and walked to my locker.
I slumped against it, still holding my phone with Brian’s picture on the screen.
Eddie walked towards me slowly while the others stayed back, giving me some space.
My hands shook as I tried to steady my breathing, but seeing Brian’s smile in that picture made my chest ache even more.
I slid down to sit on the floor, pulling my knees up to my chest.
Eddie crouched down beside me, not saying a word but offering silent support.
Chris looked at me and said, "Maybe you should call Brian."
I shook my head, knowing that hearing his voice right now would break me completely.
Instead, I pulled out my notebook and started writing another letter to Vince.
I knew this time, it wouldn't be a request—it would be my resignation.
I grip the envelope tightly, my hands still shaking as I push myself up from the floor.
Eddie stands up with me, his eyes filled with concern.
"Hey, you want me to walk with you to Vince's office?" he asks.
I shake my head, knowing this is something I need to do alone.
"No, it's okay. I'll be fine," I say, trying to sound more confident than I feel.
He nods and squeezes my shoulder in support before walking out of the locker room.
I take a deep breath and make my way down the hallway, passing by crew members setting up for tonight's show.
The fluorescent lights overhead seem harsher than usual, making my eyes water.
I pause outside Vince's office, clutching the envelope tightly in my hand.
I touch the small heart pendant Brian gave me for good luck and take another deep breath before knocking firmly on the door.
I stare at the door, my knuckles still hovering inches from the wood.
The corridor bustles with crew members rushing past, their voices a distant buzz.
My resignation letter feels heavy in my hands as memories of Brian flood back—his laugh during our last phone call, his worried tone when I told him about Raw.
The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows on the walls as I lower my hand.
I can't face Vince's dismissive stare or rehearsed corporate responses.
Crouching down, I slide the white envelope under his door, watching it disappear into his office.
Eddie appears beside me again, his voice gentle. "Did you do it?"
I nod, feeling a strange mix of relief and fear. "Yeah, it's done."
He looks at me with a hint of admiration. "You know this changes everything, right?"
I sit in my hotel room, scrolling through the list of missed calls from Vince's office.
My phone buzzes on the bed with an incoming text from Brian.
I snatch it up, my heart racing as I read his words.
"Dad just called Vince and went ballistic," the message reads.
My hands shake as I continue reading.
"He asked Vince why he was splitting us up. He told Vince that he was ruining two young people's lives."
I save the voicemail Jerry Lawler left me, his voice filled with protective anger.
"I'm going to fix this, Kayla," he promises.
Brian sends another text, describing his father's exact words to Vince: "You're destroying two young people's lives!"
I can almost hear Jerry's voice echoing through the phone, filled with a mix of fury and concern.
Just then, my phone rings again—Brian calling this time.
I answer immediately, hope rising in my chest.
"Hey," I say softly.
"Hey," Brian responds, his voice filled with a mix of determination and worry.
"Did you really resign?" he asks, cutting straight to the point.
"Yeah, I did," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady.
There's a pause before he speaks again, his tone softening. "Dad's not going to let this go, you know."
"I know," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Hey, I'm sorry," he says, his voice filled with regret.
"I wish I could have been there."
I curl up on the hotel bed, clutching my phone tightly to my ear.
Another text from Brian pops up, asking how I'm holding up.
The words blur together as tears fall down my cheeks.
I remember how he used to hold me during my anxiety attacks, his touch a source of comfort and strength.
My fingers hover over the call button, but I can't trust my voice not to break.
Instead, I type out a response, telling him how miserable I am without him and how Raw feels like a prison keeping us apart.
He responds almost immediately, his words filling the screen.
"I miss you too, baby," he writes.
I press my face into the pillow, which still faintly smells like his cologne from his last visit.
The emptiness in my chest grows heavier with each passing moment.