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A/N: Hiii. Some of you may know me from my other FF Hold onto Me or you could be a lucky new reader, hi, if you are. :) I've written this story before, came close to finishing it, but because I didn't like my use of terms in the story, I deleted it before I even put it up here. But, I've re-written it and will have the help with some people for terms for future parts. It's going to be a relatively short story, about 15 chapters or so I'm guessing, and I will be updating: once or twice a week. Because Hold onto Me is my first story, it gets updates first, and of course, I'm in school, and also write on other sites, so those come before this story sadly. But I will never leave you guys hanging long than that. Anyway. enough of my rambling, read, enjoy, and review my pretties! :D

I was a fan of the WWE all my life. I remember as a kid, seeing the Undertaker and being terrified of him, I remember the Rock and Stone Cold feud, and I even remember when Hulk Hogan and Andre the Giant feuded back in 1987. Of course, I was a little tike then—only two or so years old—but I remembered it.

But, fast forward to September 11, 2007 Might mean 9/11 to mostly everyone, but it is a day that will forever remain in my mind, as will the days that followed it. Well, let's go back to that day, and when my life changed by meeting just one wrestler out on the streets.

"Making his way to the ring, weighing 202 pounds, from Whispering Pines, North Carolina: SHANNON MOORE!" The ring announcer shouted to the arena, as the 'Prince of Punk' made his way to the ring, smiling to the crowd. He received a good pop in response, but not from me. I hated Shannon Moore. I hated the gimmick they gave him, I hated what he wore to the ring and most of all, I hated that Mohawk. Thank God he didn't have that ugly hair style in place, or someone could voluntarily gag me with a spoon.

He arched his way up the ramp and slapped hands with fans, eyes landing on me. I reached out even though I didn't like him, at least I could say that Shannon and I slapped hands. Speaking of the name Shannon, who names a baby boy Shannon? That's like naming a girl Michael. Believe it or not, we're not Johnny Cash, people, and he isn't a boy named Sue.

Good Lord.

I watched the match half heartedly, trying to keep my eyes on Jamie Noble, and not Shannon's ugly wrestling pants. I mean, blue and silver? No, just no. He looks like a Christmas ornament.

He won. I couldn't believe it. Wasn't like the last time he won back in 2005? Hah, that's funny, who knew. He walked past me, eyeing me…what the hell are you staring at? Everyone around me was screaming, arms out like little kids, wanting to touch the 'reject.' He smiled warmly at the kids, slapping hands as an aggravated Jamie Noble licked his wounds in the ring.

After the show

Why did it have to decide to pour buckets when I was leaving? I wanted to stay after and see if I could meet some of the guys and divas, but you couldn't do that in the pouring rain. So, instead, I headed to my car, cursing the rain under my breath as I ran the entire way. Safely inside, I shook my hair, the water droplets shaking off into the surrounding areas.

I'd taken off work for the show, excited to see the first live show I'd seen in about two years. All in all it had been a good show, of course, I could do without a few select superstars, but that's not the point of this story…well, one is.

Driving out of the parking lot, I met traffic and a ton of it. Should have known, if it was raining, the town moved at a snails pace. I watched as cars lurked around the corners of my car, equally annoyed faces on the drivers. The one in front of me was driving like an idiot, constantly stopping.

My mind floated to the show, and watching Matt Hardy's match against MVP, and the wonderful V1 sign that was flown in my direction. Finally, the light changed, to which everyone that could zoomed out of the parking lot, heading toward The Bridge. Well, no one but the car in front of me did. Normally, I would have known better than going to The Bridge in the rain, but my mind was elsewhere…hello, I'd just seen WWE live.

I didn't see the car in front of me skid to a stop. I didn't see the red lights that said to 'stop' too. Instead, I crashed into the back of the car, luckily only going about twenty miles per hour. For once: thank you rain. Before anything else, I let out a ring of curse words, swearing from the a bomb, to the f bomb, and any other word you could think of where your grandmother would faint if she heard them.

I let it all out. Then, of course, I went to chew out the driver, who of course, was in the right, while, I was not. But we won't get into that. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?" I screamed at the driver. He had his face covered in the pouring rain, making it hard for me to see his features. "YOU DON'T JUST STOP ON A HIGHWAY WHEN IT'S FUCKING POURING."

He didn't say anything to me at first, just walked over to his car, eyes directly on his scuffed up bumper. His fault, I wasn't going to be paying for his wrong doings. No sir. It wasn't my fault he stopped short and I majorly dented in his bumper. No.

"I'm sorry," he finally spoke. "The bridge is flooded and I didn't see so until the last second." His voice had a slight accent to it, a little bit of a southern drawl maybe. I still couldn't see his face. Trying not to scowl, I simply crossed my arms, watching him, my Matt Hardy shirt getting soaked in the rain. "I'm not from around here…"

"That's not my fault," I shot back. "You should be aware of your surroundings at all times, and not driving forty miles per hour in the pouring rain!" I sputtered, rolling my eyes. This guy was pathetic.

"Sure," he said uncertainly, and then stopped the second word he was saying. "Hey, wait, you're coming from the WWE'S show?" He reached out and pointed to my Hardy shirt. Even though I couldn't see too much of his face, I could tell he was smiling.

"Yeah, what's it to you?" I shot back.

He lifted the hoodie he had in place off his head and smiled. OH MY GOD. HELL NO. No, I couldn't believe who I'd crashed in to. No. NO, NO! He just stood there, a smile on his face, studying my shirt with a smirk, as my mouth hung to the ground. "You're…you're Shannon Moore," I replied, my voice showing my shock.

"Right." He smiled warmly at me. "A fan of the Carolina Crew, I suppose?"

"No. Just Matt and Jeff. I don't like you," I said back, a smile on my own face. What's the point in lying to him? I didn't like him. Hey, at least he didn't wear that stupid Mohawk out of the WWE. His hair was tied behind his back in a ponytail. He was dressed in jeans and a Gas Chamber Ink t-shirt, and black shoes. Boring!

"Touché," he answered with a smirk growing larger. "Too bad, I was going to ask if you wanted an autograph." How come we didn't care we were standing out in the pouring rain just arguing?

"Like I'd want it. All I want is for you to pay for the scratches your reckless driving has put on my car." I strolled over to the front end of my car, seeing the wispy scratches that covered the front bumper.

Shannon scoffed. "You're definitely not a fan-girl. Most girls would be drooling by now. And—"

"I'm not like other girls." So, what, I cut him off, big deal.

He smirked. "Right. Anyway, I'm not paying for your scratches when you dented my car. You crashed into me, ma'am!"

"EW, never call me ma'am again. My name is Tessie. Oh, and I'm not paying for them! You stopped short on the highway!" I shot back.

"Because my car was about go be flooded by this fucking rain!" I think I was getting him mad. He green-blue eyes shone in the darkness, raging annoyance. No, I didn't care. I stared at him with amusement. Before I could speak again, and hopefully annoy him more, he glanced at his watch. "Look, I need to get going. Meet me at the Marriott hotel here tomorrow morning at nine, we'll work something out. Okay?"

I smirked. "Fine."

Shannon sort of smiled back, eyes watching me with caution. "See ya soon, Tessie."

So, that's the first chappie. :) I will be updating over the weekend most likely, if not, the latest by Tuesday. :) Read and review and update I shall! :)