Bloodlines//MJF

Chapter 11

"Hi, daddy!" Sam waves at Chris from in the ring.

Wardlow and Spears stand next to Sam again as Chris hurriedly makes his way down to the ring. Next to him are Santana and Ortiz. Sammy and Hager are there as well; they are both staying more at the back of the pack.

"What the hell are you doing?" Chris ducks into the ring and confronts his eldest daughter.

"Currently? Standing." Sam replies with a grin.

If there is one thing that Sam excels at besides wrestling, it's knowing just how to push her dad's buttons. Chris's face starts to display a slight red tint as he glares at the company his daughter is currently keeping.

"If you're just doing this for attention, Samantha. I swear." Chris grits his teeth.

"Attention? From you?" Sam scoffs. "Please, I'm on to much bigger and better things than your old washed-up ass."

Ooo's and awe's erupt from the crowd at the family drama and Sam eats every bit up of it. Chris glances around at all the people watching and contemplates if he should really be airing all his family drama to millions of bystanders.

"I couldn't have said it better myself." Before Chris can make his decision Max comes strolling out from the tunnel and all Chris can see is red.

Max strolls out with a microphone in hand and the rest of The Pinnacle trailing behind him. The crowd erupts into a fit that is damn near deafening.

"You've got some nerve showing your face out here, Maxwell." Chris turns around and glares at Max.

"And why is that, Chris?" Max just grins back at Chris. "Hmm? Don't tell me that you suddenly started caring about our little star, Sam, all of a sudden?"

"Samantha, I told you to stay away from him!" Chris turns back to Sam.

"Okay, and?" Sam snorts. "New flash old man, I'm not a little girl anymore. I do what I want. And I also find it funny that you made it clear that you didn't want anything to do with me in the wrestling business. Up until I started getting popular, of course."

"She makes a good point, Chris. What's the matter? You afraid that Sam is gonna expose you for what you truly are? A washed-up has-been?" Max walks past Chris and enters the ring with Sam and the rest of his group.

Sam smiles at the pure rage she sees on her father's face. But if he wants to act like an entitled dick, well she can play that game just as well.

"Washed-up?" Chris fumes. "Have we forgotten that I've beat your ass before, Max? And as for you Samantha. Well, I'm getting really tired of this little rebellious act to piss me off. This ends. Tonight." He glares up at Sam as she stands next to Max.

"Oh does it now?" Sam laughs casually. "What are you gonna do dad? If you want me, well then you're gonna have to get past my buddies first." She pats Wardlow and Shawn on their arms to further her point.

"Don't be so sure of yourself, Samantha. Because I'm not about to let you run around and soil the Jericho name because some asshole decided to give you some attention." Chris fires right back at his daughter.

"Well, what are we waiting for dad? Let's really give everyone something to talk about." Sam shrugs and steps forward in front of Max and the rest of her buddies. "Come and get me." She grins down at her father and the slew of people she's now about to start calling her enemies.

Among all of the men that Chris has aligned himself with, Sam never really found herself getting along with any of them. With the exception of Sammy, of course. And to be honest it hurts Sam a little when she sees Sammy blindly following Chris' lead.