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MidReal Story
Texas Tornado
Scenario:Texas Tornado Kerry Von Erich is deeply in love with Genny Hernandez and Genny Hernandez s deeply in love with Texas Tornado Kerry Von Erich. Gino Hernandez can always find his sister cuddling with her boyfriend Texas Tornado Kerry Von Erich. Gino Hernandez worries about his sister lot still since she ptsd and nightmares and panic attacks since she lost her bestfriend Eliie Barr Art Barr,s sister two years ago while they were in tour in japan she was the one who Eliie Texas Tornado Kerry Von Erich has known about his girlfriend Genny Hernandez ptsd and nightmares and panic attacks Genny Hernandez,s three bestfriends Chris Benoit and Eddie Guerrero and Art Barr has known about their bestfriends Genny Hernandez ptsd and nightmares and panic attacks since she was diagnosed two years ago Friz Von Erich his son Kerry Von Erich,s girlfriend Genny Hernandez about her ptsd and nightmares and panic attacks about her bestfriend Ellie Barr.
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Gino Hernandez
He is deeply in love with his sister, Genny, and takes care of her. He is protective, supportive, and caring. Gino is always worried about Genny's wellbeing, especially with her history of trauma and mental health struggles. He dislikes seeing her suffer from nightmares and panic attacks. Gino is grateful to have found out that Ellie Barr, the person responsible for Genny's pain, is dead. He is relieved and happy to bring some peace back to his family.
Art Barr
He was a deceased wrestler who caused harm to Genny during a match. He is no longer present as he passed away two years ago in an accident in Japan. Art's death brings relief to the Hernandez family as it marks the end of the trauma they endured due to his actions. His memory serves as a reminder of the tragic event that affected Genny and her family.
Ellie Barr
She was Art Barr’s sister who died in a match accident in Japan two years ago. She is no longer present as she passed away in the same incident as Art. Ellie was the reason behind Genny's trauma and ongoing struggles with PTSD. Her memory haunts Genny but has been laid to rest with Art's death.
I am deeply in love with my sister.
She is my world, my everything, and I would do anything to make her happy and also to protect her.
I have always been overprotective of her, but she doesn’t mind because she knows that I only want the best for her.
I can always find her cuddling with her boyfriend Texas Tornado Kerry Von Erich.
He is also deeply in love with my sister, just like me.
I know that he would never hurt her and that is all that matters.
He knows about her PTSD and nightmares and panic attacks, which she got after what happened in Japan two years ago when she lost her best friend Eliie Barr.
Eliie was Art Barr’s sister and also a wrestler.
She died in the ring when she had a match against my sister.
It was an accident, but it still haunts my sister to this day.
Art Barr died the same day in another match against Chris Benoit, another wrestler who was also best friends with Eddie Guerrero and Art.
They were all best friends and they knew about Genny’s PTSD, nightmares, and panic attacks since she was diagnosed two years ago.
My mom told me that Friz Von Erich, Kerry’s dad, knows about Genny’s PTSD and nightmares and panic attacks.
He is the one who runs the wrestling promotion where they all work.
Friz knows that Genny struggles with PTSD, nightmares, and panic attacks, but he still lets her work for his promotion.
I lean against the doorframe of the living room, watching Genny curl up on the couch next to Kerry.
She rests her head on his chest while he gently strokes her hair.
Both are still in their wrestling gear from tonight's show.
Kerry whispers something in her ear, and she smiles—a real smile, not the one she used to give me after the accident.
His fingers trace small circles on her shoulder, and I notice how her breathing stays steady, peaceful.
Two years ago, even the slightest touch would trigger her panic attacks.
Now, seeing them like this, I feel a weight lift from my chest.
Kerry catches my eye and gives me a small nod.
I move quietly from my spot by the doorway, not wanting to break the moment they're sharing.
I settle into the armchair across from them, and Kerry turns his attention back to Genny.
Her eyes are closed, her breathing steady against his chest.
The TV plays softly in the background—highlights from tonight's matches.
I watch as Kerry adjusts the blanket around Genny's shoulders when she stirs slightly.
It's a gesture I've seen before, one I used to make after her nightmares.
Kerry shifts slightly on the couch, careful not to disturb Genny as she sleeps.
The TV casts a soft glow across the room, and a commercial break interrupts the wrestling highlights.
I notice Kerry's hand resting protectively on Genny's shoulder, his thumb moving in small circles—the same gesture I've used countless times during her panic attacks.
He glances up, catching my eye.
This time, his gaze holds steady.
We both know what we're thinking but haven't said aloud: we're in this together, united in our mission to keep Genny safe.
I lean forward in the armchair, resting my elbows on my knees.
Kerry continues his gentle circles on Genny's shoulder.
The TV flickers back to life, and I see a shot of Kerry's match from tonight.
He won, of course—his skills are unmatched in the ring.
Genny shifts slightly in her sleep, and Kerry adjusts his position to keep her comfortable, never breaking the soothing rhythm of his hand on her shoulder.
The care in his movements reminds me of all the nights I've spent calming her fears.
When his eyes meet mine again, I give him a slow, deliberate nod.
"She's been sleeping better since you started coming around," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Kerry nods, his eyes never leaving Genny's peaceful face.
"I think she finally feels safe," he replies softly, and the weight of his words settles between us like a promise.
I lean forward in my armchair as Kerry reaches for the folded blanket on the couch's arm.
His movements are careful, practiced, like he's done this a hundred times before.
The blanket unfurls silently in his hands as he drapes it over Genny's sleeping form.
My sister doesn't stir, her breathing steady against his chest.
The TV's glow illuminates their faces as Kerry tucks the blanket around her shoulders, his fingers lingering to smooth out nonexistent wrinkles.
He looks up at me, his voice barely above a whisper, "Let's make sure she always feels this way."
I nod, feeling the weight of his words settle in my chest.
"We owe her that much," I reply, my voice steady with determination.
Kerry's eyes meet mine, a silent agreement passing between us.
I lean forward in the armchair, watching Kerry's careful movements.
The blanket has slipped slightly off Genny's shoulder, and I notice her shiver.
Rising slowly to avoid creaking floorboards, I move toward the couch.
Kerry shifts his position, making space for me while keeping Genny steady against his chest.
Together, we work in silence, my hands joining his to adjust the thick wool blanket.
I smooth one corner while he tucks the other, our synchronized movements born from months of shared caregiving.
When Genny sighs contentedly in her sleep, Kerry and I exchange knowing looks.
"Do you think she'll ever remember what happened?" I ask, my voice barely audible in the quiet room.
Kerry hesitates, his eyes flickering with a mix of hope and fear.
"I don't know," he admits softly, "but maybe it's better if she doesn't."
I lean back in my armchair while Kerry resumes his position on the couch, careful not to jostle Genny.
The TV's volume remains low, casting flickering shadows across the room.
When Genny shifts in her sleep, both Kerry and I tense, ready to respond.
But she only burrows deeper into Kerry's chest, her breathing steady.
"Let's keep her safe," I whisper, and Kerry nods in firm agreement.
"We will," Kerry promises, his voice unwavering.
I glance at him, searching for any hint of doubt.
"Whatever it takes," he adds, and I know he means it.
I reach for the remote control on the side table, noticing how the wrestling match highlights have grown louder during the commercial break.
My fingers find the volume button, and I press it once, then twice, watching as the sound level indicator decreases on screen.
Kerry glances at me with a hint of appreciation as the noise dims to a gentle murmur.
Genny shifts slightly against his chest but doesn't wake, her breathing steady.
The quieter atmosphere feels right - like the peaceful environment she needs.
Kerry breaks the silence, his voice low and thoughtful.
"Do you ever wonder what she dreams about now?" he asks, glancing down at Genny's peaceful face.
I pause, considering his question, then reply, "I hope it's something beautiful, something that makes her smile."
I lean forward in my armchair, watching Genny's chest rise and fall against Kerry's protective embrace.
The late-night infomercials cast shifting shadows across the room.
My muscles ache from tonight's matches, but sleep feels impossible while my sister remains vulnerable.
I clear my throat softly and suggest to Kerry that we take shifts watching over her tonight.
He nods without hesitation, carefully shifting Genny so he can check his watch.
