Disclaimer: Luna Vachon didn't sleep with one of the Hardy men and have his child! She does however have two sons from her first marriage to Tom Nash.

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Takes place in the year 2012, much is the same in the WWE. The kayfabe hatred between the Hardy brothers has been mended and they are both on their way to achieving their ultimate dream of Matt holding the World Heavyweight Champion belt and Jeff holding the WWE Champion belt.

"I can do this. I'm a 3rd generation legacy. My mom is Gertrude 'Luna" Vachon. My grandpa used to be known as Butcher Vachon. I'm the great-niece of 'Mad Dog' and Vivian Vachon. I can wrestle. I was born to wrestle." Candrima Vachon thought to herself, as she worked up the courage to get out of her rental car and walk into the Allstate Arena where she would make her debut as Candy Vachon, the newest Diva on Raw. "You've spent the last year of your life working your ass off at OVW, waiting for your 18th birthday to roll around." The WWE wouldn't let anyone under 18 wrestle for them, which wasn't new. However, the fact that they were actually enforcing the rule was new. OVW didn't even want to train her. Her mom had used every connection she had ever made to get her where she was now and Candy wasn't about to blow it. Candy climbed out of the car and headed toward the personnel only entrance.

A bulky security guard at the door stopped her. She showed him her new WWE personnel badge, he checked her name off his list, and proceeded to open the door for her allowing her inside.

She quickly found her way to the costume office, where Stephanie McMahon was waiting for her.

"Okay, so I know that when your mom was on the show she had a really edgy anarchy goth look, but we don't want to go that far with you," Stephanie said as she pulled her over to a rack of clothes and held up a garment bag, "go try this on, in the changing room, so we can make any adjustments necessary."

Candy entered the little stall and finally got a look at her costume that had previously been hidden inside the black garment bag.

"No, ah ah, I get sweet but that is wayyyy to much. Plus, there is no way I can wrestle in this," Candy shouted over the stall to Stephanie.

"Just put it on, come out here and we'll make any changes you want."

Candy quickly pulled on the costume and exited the stall, making sure to slouch and show her extreme hatred on the costume.

"See, it doesn't look that bad."

"It's a school girl uniform. How am I even supposed to wrestle in a knee length skirt?"

"Tell you what," Stephanie said checking her watch, "I have to go over some last minute adjustments with the pyrotechnicians, so as long as you keep the idea of the school girl you can make any changes you want."

"But, I can't sew!" Candy whimpered to a receding Stephanie.

"Ask one of the other wrestlers," Stephanie called, "I heard Matt Hardy's a wiz when it comes to sewing."

"Yea right," Candy thought to herself, "I'm totally going to ask Matthew Moore Hardy, one of the biggest superstars on all of the WWE, for help sewing a hem. I'll just save the sewing for last."

Candy took a pair of sewing scissors and started cutting off the light blue, plaid material of the skirt. She delved through the bins and found a pair of spankies to wear underneath, so she wouldn't have to worry about showing off her underwear every time she tried doing an aerial move. She also found a pair of ripped black fishnet thigh highs. Candy unbuttoned the white blouse and tied it up, showing off part of the tattoo that consumed her back. The tattoo was a basic pattern black tattoo, similar to vines and thorns that usually were found encircling someone's upper arm. Candy's, however, covered her entire back slightly folding in at her shoulders and sides. She couldn't remember the night she'd gotten it, having been only fifteen it was illegal and whoever the tattoo artist was he shouldn't have given it to the drunken Candy. She's spent years ashamed of it, but had finally come to her senses days before leaving for OVW, accepting it as part of who she was.

"Now," Candy thought, "if I could just find a way to sew a hem on this thing. I don't think it'd be that hard except for these pleat things."

Candy pulled off the skirt and tossed a pair of shorts on as she proceeded to sit down in front of the very large and very scary sewing machine.

Just as she was about to attack the material, she heard the door open.

"Stephanie said you might need some help, but it looks like you have everything under control."

Candy looked up to find Matt fucking Hardy standing in front of her. Candy calmed herself and replied, "actually I have no idea what I'm about to do."

Matt laughed and they both relaxed a little.

"Here," Matt said taking the seat that Candy quickly vacated for him, "What were you looking to do here?"

"Umm, basically I wanted to add a hem, and then when I was looking through the bins I found these skull patches that I thought would look cool."

"Simple enough," Matt said as he started sewing.

"Really?"

"Yea, you wouldn't believe it, but I've been sewing costumes for years. When my brother, Jeff, and I started wrestling, I sewed costumes for us and all our friends."

"Wow, not to sound totally inexperienced, but I'm still shell-shocked that Matt Hardy is helping me out, you know?"

"I know, I remember feeling the same way when I first started, but you're in the big leagues now. You just gotta let that soak in for a little bit, you'll get used to it."

Matt handed her the skirt, "All done."

"Thanks, you're an angel. I have no idea what I would have worn," Candy said as she slipped into the changing stall to put on the skirt.

"Anytime, so you're debuting today?"

"Yea, since Beth retired due to that spine injury last month, Stephanie's repicking teams or something like that. She's making me, Melina, Candice, and Jillian fan favs, while Mickie James, Layla, Kelly Kelly, and Rosa Mendes are gonna be the heels."

"Oh, so how's the match going to go tonight?"

"I guess you'll just have to watch and find out," Candy said as she headed off to hair and make-up, "Thanks again for the skirt."

.org/wiki/Luna_Vachon was a great help in learning about Luna Vachon, an actual female wrestler who wrestled for WWF back in the day when it was WWF.