Chapter One

Glenn Jacob's and Mark Calaway had been in the wrestling business most of their adult life's. Their storyline had came to an end and they had two weeks off for some much needed down time. Glenn pulled into the parking lot of the Seiverville Civic Center. He got out of the SUV and stretched his long arms as he looked around. Not much happening there, for quite a while it seems. The paint was old and fading, the marquee was missing several letters ... time had a way of making some of your brightest memories and in reality when you came home, rather dulled them in your senses.

"So what do you think partner ?" he looked at Mark who had came around the vehicle to stand beside him. He stopped to pick up a rusty soda can, slipping his sunglasses down his nose and shaking his head.''

"Good investment you said Glenn" he headed into the back door, The lock long being gone, as the squeaky hinges creaked protestingly as the door came open. Brushing aside the myriad of cobwebs. He made his way into the empty arena.

"Oh hell Mark, nothing a broom, mop and a few coats of paint can't fix". Glenn grinned enthusiastically as he barreled down the stairs and over the bleachers. Here he had spent most of his days, fine tuning his skills with the likes of Al Snow, D'lo Brown, Jim Cornette, the Rock and Roll Express, Jerry Lawler and good ole J.R. He could remember that he had met D'lo at the Seiverville town fair where they had been putting on a wrestling exhibition. Glenn had taken his date their for a cheap night of popcorn, corn dogs and candy apple kisses.

When D'lo had seen him watching the exhibit, he about choked on his coke. Dear God he had told him later, Standing there at almost 7 foot and 330 pounds lurked the next Smoky Mountain Wrestling superstar. He had motioned for him to come over to his old Chevy Impala and speak to him.

Glenn had laughed at him at first, but really his job at the Seiverville Junior High didn't pay a whole hell of a lot and he was getting rather bored trying to make the preadolescents sit down shut up and learn how to diagram a paragraph.."Mr.Jacobs "they mumbled looked more like an athletic coach than a teacher. In all aspects he loved the gym. One day it was his ambition to chuck the teaching gig and open his own gym. He had taken his card with the phone number on it.

That night he had laid in bed.Thinking...thinking.could he be a wrestler? What the hell did he have to lose except his respect of a few dozen people that he worked with and the ribbing of some of his pimply faced students when they saw their former English teacher in his little black trunks, piledriving some unsuspecting victim headfirst onto the mats. So, with trepidation he picked up the phone the next morning and dialed.

"Hello 'Smoky Mountain Wrestling" the voice on the other end of the phone had stated. In one simple call his life had changed forever. Today six years later here he stood, he owned Family Fitness his dream gym about two miles on down the road. He had made it to headline in the WWF, and now he was co-owner of this now defunct wrestling promotion and arena with Mark, who by the looks he had been flashing him since he came back here, had meant that he had truly lost his ever loving mind. But, one thing he knew, he loved it here, Tennessee was home.and for better or worse he had came home to bring the past back to life.

Question was....could he??

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Chapter Two

Waking up in his own bed was something unusual to Glenn. But it was nice being able to just shuck off his jeans and sleep au natural for once. Never got much of a chance to sleep naked on the road he mused as he pulled the soft cool satin sheets across his chest. Mostly, he had to share a room with Mark. Wouldn't look too professional for him to be ........how could you use an English teacher phrase?? "dangling his participals"when he answered the door for room service.

God it was just so nice to have the time off. He had been wrestling injured for well over a month now. Bones never can heal properly when you keep getting banged into the metal steps, slammed into the ring posts or slung thru the air. If he hadn't had to go wake up Mark down the hall and head over to the High School for an autograph session then he would have preferred to stay right where he was....well maybe a little female companionship couldn't have hurt either.

On the road the pickings were easy, and any given night he could have had his pick of several desirable women. He wasn't much for chit chat and idle conversation. Yeah it was a high to be wanted and needed. But he wasn't into the shallow one night stands. It made him anxious to think he would wake up beside someone and not even know her name. Somehow he didn't think that the scantily clad women hanging at the exit doors wanted to discuss what he thought of the crisis in Kosovo or what was the latest novel he had read....

Now he was not adverse to sex, in fact hey, It was his favorite past time. He would have just preferred it to be with someone special. Life on the road was hard. Most wrestling relationships when married ended in divorce, and most remaining ones were vapid were horrible. Things never get fixed at home, and staying away when the love goes sour becomes an easy excuse."Sorry honey can't come home this weekend, have an extra taping to do ",or "God honey.....I'm sorry I missed your birthday..anniversary...yada yada...";Life is too short to be miserable in a marriage.

Slowly he slid from his bed and headed towards the showers letting the warm mist lull him awake. Today was gonna be rather special anyway. His old principal at the Junior High was now the principal of Seiverville High.Mr. McGregor just couldn't believe that he was leaving his job as a teacher to become a professional wrestler"Kid you're screwing up your life " he had told him the morning that he had tendered his resignation and packed up all his worldly possessions in his beat up pickup truck and headed down the road to uncertainty.

He had almost begun to think that McGregor was right the first two years at Smoky Mountain Wrestling. Yeah he had several gimmicks. Christmas Creature, Doomsday and then a tag team partnership with Al Snow or Simply Sensational Snow,,He couldn't help but suppress a chuckle when Al had strutted his stuff down to the ring to the Carly Simon tune "You're So Vain";. Unabom was his first small inkling of success. It was true he wasn't a master on the mic, but his size and strength had taken him thru.

Being an Indy star wasn't very profitable either. There had been many nights he had taken his sleeping bag with him and slept in the truck bed so he didn't have to worry about paying for a hotel room. Some nights the biggest decision he had was not how he was winning the match, but whether he wanted to fuel the pickup or himself. Life in the Indies consisted of hard work, sweat, aggression and lots of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

Today he was headed back to school. But as a success. It had been a rough six years. The last four as a professional for Vince McMahon's organization WWF or World Wrestling Federation. He had the man down the hall and the man upstairs to thank for that move. If he hadn't had faith he could be good in this profession and he hadn't met a good friend and ally in Mark Calaway, then he probably would have starved to death.

He owed Mark a lot. Most of his success and his financial security had came about when in their initial meeting of Unabomb and the Undertaker, Mark had been impressed with his athletic abilty. For a man his size his agility was beyond measure. With a bankable gimmick and a face/heel rotation. Here he was ...Kane ..the Big Red Machine...the monster ....Who had now come back home to raise some hell of his own.....

Chapter Three

It was Independence Day, the Fourth Of July. Glenn had invited all his friends to come to his new farm on the outskirts of town for a barbeque. But first Mick had suggested they all head down into town and catch a few roller coaster rides at Dollywood. That was met with enthusiasm by Edge, Jeff, Matt and Al .They had all piled into the back of Glenn's pickup truck and headed down the country roads hollering and laughing like school kids off for a day of adventure.

The park was crowded but for the most part they had been left alone. There it loomed the Smoky Mountain Rampage. One of the hugest and most foreboding

rides in the southern states. "C"Mon Glenn" Mick yelled giddily as he ran up the ran, Matt and Jeff talking behind him .He tagged on up the ramp and the girl pointed towards the front car Best as he could he tried to fit his hulking massive frame into a seat that was built for a preteen.

"Here Mr Jacobs ...let me "she smiled, her face lighting up like a ray of sunshine as she had taken the belt from his hands "You have to fix the rings back here then you can adjust the straps" she laughed and he looked at her . He couldn't help himself, she was beautiful. Long strawberry blonde hair with a long streak of bright red running down the left side of her face."Now just ;lean back here and I'll strap you in "

" Thanks uh" he strained his neck to see her name tag Thanks Rebel is it?" He laughed for some unknown reason .

"Yeah it's Rebel, my momma named me ....."she laughed back, and shot him a half stare "I can be one for sure ...stand back now ya'll "she grinned as the ride started .Whisking the car off "Ya have fun and hold on "Loop the loops and across the river they went end over end. For three furiously fast minutes he felt as if his heart had dropped into his stomach.

When the ride had pulled into the station he had looked for her .But she had disappeared .Hunger pangs had taken him over and they had decided to head back to the farm to begin the barbeque. He'd arranged with the parks kitchen s that they would prepare everything for him. Cooking was not one of his forte's .If they were to eat what he cooked on the grill the hospital would be bustling later tonight.

He had crossed into the back area, and backed up his pickup to the gates . She had been coming across the park grounds with a handful of cotton candy ."Hey again"Glenn yelled at her and she looked up to see him staring .

"What ya'll lookin at?" she grinned as she walked up to lean on the fence in front of him .

"Your lips are blue?" he replied as causally without a second thought he reached over to brush his long tapered fingers across her full indigo stained lips ,slipping his finger back into his mouth and sucking on it lightly"Mmmmmm Raspberry"

"Oh sorry ..it's my favorite" she blushed slightly as he stood there. Something about him making her shift from one foot to the other "I have to have my cotton candy. I'm addicted to this stuff, and the fresh apple cider they make over near the Craftsmans Cove"

"I'll have to check it out next time i'm here ...over at the ride you called me Mr.Jacobs Do I know you ?"

"Well sorta " she reached down to retie her shoe."Depends on how well your memory is . I was in your Sophmore English class when you left to go rasslin as my daddy puts it." she giggled "He's a real big fan of Kane ,Unabom...Doomsday actually he pretty much watched you for your whole career .He hardly ever misses a show he and my brother Randy.Actually I think you know my pa ...."

"I taught you ?" Well maybe all his training wasn't falling on deaf ears afterall."So who is your dad ?" He asked intrigued by this enchanting blue eyed country lass who looked more like she belonged as Ms Seveirville's Lady Firecracker in the annual 4th of July parade .He could see her in his mind, white peasant top, blue jean cut offs a red white and blue striped sash and a dozen Kane red roses in her arms as she smiled sweetly and waved enthuasiastically to the throngs ..well ok maybe not throngs but streetfuls of good ole boys who loved nothin more than fast cars and even faster women.

"Yea, you know my pa " she sliiped her hand into her jeans and pulled out her car keys , stopping at a cherry red camaro Z28 parked by the VIP visitors gate ."Maybe i'll see you over at Independence Park tonight for the festivities .She started up the car and revved the engine ,starting to back out of the space"Oh by the way ...my daddy " she grinned mischeviousally "My daddy is Jim Cornette...."and with that she threw the car in high gear and laid down a strip of rubber .

"Cornette's her dad?" Matt looked up at Glenn who just couldn't see fit to wipe the smile off of his face "Man are you in for some fun"

"Oh hell yaeh"he mumbled half to Matt and half to himself."Let's get this food loaded i'm starvin"He grabbed a box of fried chicken and finished helping Mick , and the boys load up."The rest of the guys should be out at the farm by now ,,best get a move on " So that was Rebel Cornette .Jim Cornette's youngest daughter ,well time had been good to her, and real good to him. Maybe his venture into being the owner ..make that co-owner of the New Smoky Mountain Wrestling program quite interesting.But, he was sure of one thing. If Rebel had half the fire and drive of her old man , then tonight was gonna just be the beginning of the fireworks .

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