A/N: Here you go the love triangle I was talking about, BTW in this story 3 Count never existed and Helms joined WCW after Shannon. Lisa I think you will love this, this is part one of many trust me there is a lot planned for this. Review and tell me what you guys/girlies think the more views the quicker it is to update XD

Growing up in the small NC town was bad enough without your best friends being the Hardys or Helms. Shannon knew this first hand he had seen how they were and wanted to be just like them, so did so which caused him to be an outsider in not only school but in the community too. As he grew and joined in with the guys wrestling and mucking about in the woods, he started to love wrestling and not the beating your opponent up or the winning but the art, the friendships and trusting eachother, the story building and creativeness. Shannon loved this and would often lose against his best friend but no matter how many times he lost he got straight back in the ring and practised till he perfected every single move possible. As he grew taller and put on more muscle he continued to get better at wrestling overall. But whilst Shannon became good he was never as good as the older ones who had by now finished school and were regually being called up to fill in spots at the big company WWF, now Shannon was happy for them but started to hate on the fact they were going all the time, which ment they didnt put on their own shows as much. Jeff and Matt however were having a blast and weren't seeing their friend was being left behind, then the day came they got their contracts and left. Gregory was working and was to busy. The shows they were putting on slowly but surly started to stop. Shannon sat on his bed crying he had just said goodbye to his best friend and he knew that Jeff was leaving and wasn't coming back for another year at least. He felt hurt and alone as he stood up at stared at the walls around him reading the posters. Willow Vs Kid, OMEGA, Country Fair... The list of posters went on as his eyes were swelling up again this time not out of hurt or sadness out of anger, he knew he had no one now, he was alone and it was going to stay like that. He looked once more around his room before grabbing at one of the posters ripping it down, one after another untill nothing but pictures was left on the wall. He looked at them before peeling them all off and shoving them down into the bin stomping them down to make more room. Afterwards, after he had ripped all the posters, stomped on every picture, he fell onto his bed face first crying no more would there be matches or craziness in the woods or diving into the lake, he then closes his eyes...

'We will be arriving in about half hour.'

Shannon woke up from his dream and looked about before smiling and looking out of the window, tonight he didn't care about the height of the plane even if he knew he himself hated heights, all he cared about was arriving at his new job, now not having to deal with any more Hardy nonsence or Helms nonsence. He started to get excited he was looking forward to this, a new break, a new start looking about he listened as the pilot announced they would be landing in five minutes, practically jumping in his seat was bad enough trying to do up the belt so they could land was a whole nother thing. Once they finally landed Shannon jumped to his feet and was one of the first out running over and grabbing his bags he went off in the direction of the hotel, not bothering to look around or even pay any attention to his hotel room, no sooner had he arrived he bounded off towards the arena. To excited to wait for the elevator he made for the stairs jumping down them. Floor after floor he didn't look where he was going he didn't care he just wanted to be there already. Running through the double doors at the bottom of the stairway and into the lobby he didn't pay any attention before smack he hit something and it hurt sending him to the floor, he screwed his face up before looking up at the thing he had run into to see it wasn't a thing it was a him...