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A/N: Thank you, Shyann. You're the only one givin' my review box some love.

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Jamie ran at TJ, only to be tripped again by her quick feet. He sprang back up and charged at her again. God, he's fucking stupid.. TJ thought to herself. She sidestepped him and put her knee into his gut, doubling him over. She moved away quickly and watched him drop to the ground, spitting up some.

"Jesus Christ, Noble… You can't even handle a little girl?" A gravelly voice said from out in the darkness.

Even though she was tied up with Jamie's fumbling feet, TJ wasn't so preoccupied as to not pay attention to the 11 other men around her. They'd stayed particularly silent up until then.

"Yeah, man. How do you expect us to patch you in? We expect you to be able to defend the club and you're gettin' your ass whooped by Smurfette for chrissake." Another voice jeered. She heard the other men chuckling.

Momentarily, she took her eyes off of Jamie and looked out into the darkness around her. All she saw were blinding lights glaring at her. The men sitting there viewing the spectacle were shrouded in darkness. Unable to see anything else, she turned around to face her opponent only to be caught by a sucker punch to her cheek. TJ stumbled back, but didn't go down. She charged Jamie and suddenly jumped to hit him with a brogue kick, clipping him on the chin. Jamie yelped and fell to the ground. Blood seeped from his mouth.

"Du made me bide my dongue…"He lisped out. He slowly raised off the ground and advanced on her. He put his fists up like a boxer and squared up with TJ. "Come on den… Pud ya dukes up."

Instantly, TJ fell into a trance like state, ready for combat. She widened her stance and raised her fists. The two circled each other. Jamie sizing her up, trying to figure out how to attack. TJ only watched him, anticipating his attack. Seeing how her opponent had charged at her previously, she knew he wouldn't break habit and he would try and charge her without warning. So when Jamie did just that, fist raised, she was ready. She took a quick step forward with her left leg, getting as close possible without making contact. Using her left hand, she swiped Jamie's would be punch to the side before planting her right fist directly into Jamie's face. A fucking haymaker. Jamie stumbled back quickly, but TJ was on top of him. She hit his side with a right roundhouse kick, cracking a rib. When he lurched to the left, she took her other foot and planted it into his left side. Coming around to deliver the kick again, Jamie attempted to shield his side with his arm, which resulted in it taking the bruising brunt of it. When the small man started falling to the ground, TJ promptly grabbed his skull and kneed him in the mouth. She wanted him to swallow his fucking teeth. He dropped to the ground and she advanced on him.

Jamie began to crumple in on himself. The bitch was too fucking strong. And fast. He wanted to maybe just scare her half to death so his brothers didn't think he was a wuss, but he wasn't expecting this. Not only did he look like a punk, but now he looked like a weak punk. She was handing him ass and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. Who was this chick? Jamie managed to glimpse at her face and he didn't like the look he saw. She looked so… controlled. She wasn't breathing heavy or anything. Didn't even look like she was breaking a sweat. She was in the fucking zone and that's what scared him. Her stare held no emotion. This girl looked like she was gonna kill him. Dear God… She was gonna kill him.

Jamie was on his back, looking on as she came up on him. He tried to push himself away and to his bike, but she caught him. She stomped on his left kneecap and he howled in agony. TJ stomped down on the man's knee several times until she heard the bones crunching together. Jamie began to shake violently. The pain was becoming too much. He tried to squirm away using his good leg, but he wasn't able to get anywhere. His body just wouldn't cooperate. With his legs spread, TJ took the chance to kick him in between his legs and relished in him screaming again.

She felt so alive. All of her frustrations were being taken out on this stupid man. Did he deserve all of this punishment? No, probably not, but it felt damn good to dish it out to the bastard. She walked around his supine body, and landed another blow to his ribcage. She almost let out a manic laugh when she heard something crack. It felt as though an entire other being had descended on her at the point. One that was manifested of vengeance and rage. Her sole focus was on the wailing, bloodied man and ending his existence. she dropped to the ground, straddled him and gave him hell. Bringing bruising punch after bruising punch down on every inch of him she could see. The men around them had faded into the background. Gone silent in shock.

Taker watched, fascinated. When Jamie suggested they go find the girl who'd ridiculed him at the bar, he'd almost told him no. But there was no pressing club business that needed attending to, so he said to hell with it and they went and found her anyway. And by God was he happy that he had gone. This girl was probably the most entertaining and intriguing thing he'd seen in a long time. He was literally having to hold Joey back from trying to interfere and help his friend. The way she man handled Jamie was impressive… and it made his dick hard. She was turning him on. No woman had ever done that simply from her presence. The way she moved so gracefully, but used brute force when landing blows. How she obviously enjoyed what she was doing. But it was the way her eyes glazed over as she kicked the shit out of Jamie was what drew him in. There was an underlying darkness to her that he wanted to draw out and exploit to sate his curiosity. She was an Alpha female, that much was clear. Strong and virile. Quick and agile. No fear whatsoever.

He wanted to break her. Tear her every wall down and crush her very being. And the fight she was gonna put up was going to make it that much more worth it. He hadn't had a good fight in a while. Or a fun romp in the sheets. Most of the women he fucked were basic, boring and used up. Just rats that hung around the club. But not this one. She was different. He was going to break her pretty ass and he was going to love every minute of it.

"Reigns."

The Samoan man nodded and got off his bike and approached the sexy, fighter girl slowly. He got close enough to kick her viciously in the side. He descended on her and wrapped one large, tattooed arm around her throat to pull her off of the whimpering and bloody Jamie. Wasting no time with his surprise attack, he applied pressure and constricted around her throat, wanting her to pass out quickly. But he wasn't surprised when she immediately tried to fight back. She wiggled and struggled against him. She brought her hands up and started digging her nails into his arm. She snarled and kicked and bucked, but Roman had gotten the jump on her and she was fading fast. The fight in her dwindling. Though, he could still felt blood trickling down his arm from her nails puncturing his skin. He tightened his hold in response.

TJ saw the light disappearing from her vision. She didn't see which one of those bastards had snuck up on her, but he was a strong fucker. But she refused to go out with a whimper. She fought hard against him and made sure to leave him with a few reminders of her. Her face felt like it was swelling up with blood. She couldn't breathe. Was she dying? The last thing she saw before passing out was a pair of smoldering green eyes looking into her very soul. Then, something heavy came down across her temple and it was lights out.

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Wake up…

TJ heard mumbling. She groaned… or at least she think she did. Her head felt heavy and her throat felt sore. Everything was fuzzy. What happened? Why did she feel like this?

Wake up dammit… Fucking wake up.

She looks young.

Who the hell is she?

More like what the hell is she? You saw how she beat the shit out of Jamie? I think she broke his kneecap or somethin'.

There were voices. Talking… about her. What the fuck was going on? At once, all the memories of what happened came back to her. The bar, the waitress, little men in leather and...and green orbs.

She's fuckin' hot though.

Ha, ha! Totally.

Hey! Stop that, Dean! If Taker saw you just now, he woulda killed you! Stop touchin' her!

Oh stop naggin' me. He ain't in here and she isn't up… A few gropes won't hurt anybody.

TJ forced herself to full consciousness. She heard them. Someone was touching her and she didn't like it. She jerked upright, breathing heavily and became dizzy. She scooted away from the voices until she hit something hard. She closed her eyes and waited for her vision to clear and straighten out before doing anything else. Opening her eyes, a man's face suddenly popped up in front of hers. He was grinning madly, dimples popping. His blue eyes sparkled.

"Hey there, babe. Nice of ya to wake up."

TJ didn't respond. She stared at him, waiting for him to do something. But he didn't. The sandy haired man simply backed off, revealing four other men in the room. One was slightly shorter than the sandy haired man, but quite muscular. He had brown eyes and dual colored hair. He was staring disapprovingly at the first man.

"You don't listen for shit, Ambrose." He said.

Ambrose, huh?

"Why are you actin' like this is something new, Seth?" Ambrose said.

So two tone is Seth. TJ paid close attention trying to soak up as much info as she could.

"That doesn't mean you should continue acting like an idiot just because it's what people expect!" Seth said, obviously frustrated.

"Hey… Should we be saying our names in front of uh.. her?" Ambrose asked.

"She isn't going anywhere, anytime soon, so it'd be better for her to learn who we are." A deep voice added. TJ turned to see a long haired man staring directly at her. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. His right forearm was sporting fingernail shaped gouges and TJ knew that was the man who choked her. Wait? What did he mean by she wasn't going anywhere?

"Yeah, you're right." Seth agreed.

"Well since we're all in agreement." Ambrose scooted back over to her and she watched him warily. "I'm Dean, sweet cheeks. And my hair confused friend over there is Seth. The big, brooding, pretty boy bastard, who choked you the fuck out, over there, is Roman. Pleased to make your acquaintance." He grinned broadly at her. "What's your name, babe?"

TJ remained quiet. This man gave her weird mixed signals. He seemed genuinely nice, but it also felt like he would stab someone's grandmother at the drop of a hat. So she decided to play it safe and stay quiet.

"Aww, you don't wanna talk to me? Ya know you did quite a number on Jamie. Stupid fuck was shaken up after what happened with you, little girl."

"Uhh, Ambrose.."

"What?" He said without taking his eyes off of her.

"You forgot someone."

"No I didn't."

"Dean!" Said man cringed and sighed.

"Oh and the giant freak standing in the corner is Kane. Our VP." Dean said, jerking his head in the direction of Kane.

TJ looked past him to see a huge man wearing a red and black mask faced their way. What the hell? TJ thought to herself. Forgetting the mask for a moment, she saw that the man was humongous. He had to be 7 feet tall. And not only was he tall, but he was strapped with muscle… All of these guys were. And they were gorgeous. Well except, the Michael Myers wannabe in the corner. Was she in Jefferson, Texas or Magic Mike? She felt a tug on her hair and turned back to see Dean way too close to her face and he was sniffing her hair.

"Hmm, you smell good." He rasped, getting closer to her. TJ panicked. She didn't like people in her personal space. Never had and especially now. Not after what happened with Brayden. TJ yelped and threw a wild punch at Dean, wanting him to get away from her. He grunted and his head snapped to the side. Slowly he turned back to face her, a scowl on his face.

"You little bitch." He snapped. Dean cocked his arm back, prepared to strike her.

TJ was too tired to fight back. She flinched and braced for the blow. But it never came.

"Ambrose!" A familiar, bone chilling voice barked.

Everyone in the room froze and looked towards the door of the room. There TJ saw the man who'd scared the shit out of her with his mere existence. The tall, green eyed man stared openly at her as he spoke.

"Lay one hand on her without my say so and I'll make you regret being born."

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A/N: Guys, I was really excited about doing this one. You guys aren't invisible, I see you favoriting and following. Can you do me a solid and review? Because if you guys don't like it then I'll scrap it, but I really like this one. So, gimme thoughts please.