Hey so if you read Chapter One before this was posted, please go back and re-read it because I made some minor changes that have to do with the turn the story might possibly be taking if I continue this plot, which I'm still not sure if I will. Besides that please read and reply because I love feedback. I have no idea if people are actually reading this, or if I'm just some crazy person who stinks at writing!

P.S. I also made some slight changes to CH.9, but besides this I hope you like!

Okay, so I keep changing more as I write this chapter. I changed where she's billed from in the previous chapters; she's from Chicago, Illinois now.

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Candy slipped out of her unconscious state to the sound of voices crying her name and someone shouting for 911. As Candy's eyes slipped open, it was hard to see and Candy tried to adjust her eyes before realizing the darkness was due to the fact that she was in an extremely dimly lit room. She discovered that she was sitting in a chair that reminded her of the kind found at a dentist's office, but as she looked around, it clicked in her mind that she was in a tattoo shop, sitting in the chair where people get tattoos done.

Candy freaked out, jumping out of the chair, and trying to make her way towards the door. Her path was blocked by people she thought she recognized but in her dazed state, her mind wouldn't allow her to fully analyze their faces. Some part of her brain had taken over and it was thinking, more like screaming, "get out!" She vomited as someone shoved a trash can under mouth. The hands forced her back into the chair and she started screaming trying to fight the hands. Her mind hissed "Enemy" and Candy continued to kick, bite, punch, and claw, anything to free herself.

When she knew her fighting was in vain, Candy stopped struggling and started crying, "Let me out. Dear God, just please let me out of this place!"

The unknown shapes, finally realizing her wish, grabbed her upper arms and proceeded to drag her from the building and out into the sunlight.

Candy collapsed onto the sidewalk in a sobbing heap. She curled into a ball and tried to calm down, but her body continued to shake. She tried to distract the part of her mind that had taken control in the shop, the part that called for her to get up from the sidewalk and run as far away as possible. She listened to the voices behind and around her, trying to get rid of the fear that racked her body and mind.

"Should I still call 911?"

"Hell No! The WWE will find out and Candy will get thrown off, they'd never keep someone who had a breakdown like that."

"Yea, but what if we don't tell and she breaks down on the show seriously hurting someone?"

"Stop talking about her like she isn't here, you two. Just give her time to calm down and then ask her. Besides, look at how much she's calmed down since leaving the shop."

At that Candy slowly uncurled from her ball, getting her first real look at the faces surrounding her. The first faces she recognized were Matt and Jeff's. She looked around at the other four faces, one was a woman's and the other three were those of men. After studying one she realized it was Shannon Moore, the other three, however, she didn't know.

Not knowing what to say, Candy stood to her feet, leveling herself with those around her.

"What the hell happened in there," Matt exploded.

"I…just…uhh…," Candy stumbled over her words. Did she tell them the truth? If she didn't, they'd probably report her to the WWE. But, she couldn't tell them the truth, not really. She wasn't even completely sure what the truth was. Candy looked around for help, her eyes connected with Shannon's. As she stared into his green eyes she felt a shock shoot through her body and gasped.

Shannon was currently leaning up against the wall outside his shop. When Matt and Jeff had carried the brown haired beauty into his shop, he'd helped them place her in one of the chairs. The others had scrambled around trying to figure out what to do, but Shannon had sat in the stool by her side praying she was all right. Hoping he would get a look at the beautiful eyes hidden beneath her closed lids. He'd watched in strange excitement when she'd left the chair and had tried battling her way out of the room. Shannon had held a garbage can up to her when she looked so scared that he thought she was going to puke, and she did. Shannon had half restrained half caressed her as the others had battled her into the chair. Shannon was the one to convince the others to take her outside and Shannon was the one to also feel a shock shoot through his body as he got his first real look at the chocolate brown eyes of the mysterious woman Matt and Jeff hadn't yet introduced him to.

Shannon straightened up, learning from the pleading look in the girl's eyes that she needed rescuing. "Why don't you guys go inside and calm down? I'll sit with her until you two can control you emotions, seriously Matt she obviously just had some sort of nervous breakdown and you're yelling at her."

Matt looked down shamefully and he and Jeff walked inside the shop. Shannon nodded for Tanya, Shane, and Chad to follow them in. When the last was through the door, the girl collapsed onto the curb and Shannon moved to sit next to her.

"I'm Shannon," he said studying her profile.

"Yea, I know," she responded still not looking his way.

Shannon just wanted one more look at those eyes and then he could die happy. "Oh, so you're a groupie."

At that her head shot up, and her eyes squinted in anger. "I am not," she gritted out through clenched teeth.

Shannon broke into a huge grin letting her know he'd been joking. "So, then who are you Miss I-Say-I'm-Not-A-Groupie-But-I-Don't-Tell-Shannon-Who-I-Am-So-Shannon-Is-Going-To-Call-Me-A-Goupie-Until-I-Tell-Him." Shannon rested his head in his hand and she smiled, when he saw that, Shannon thought, "Forget one more look at the eyes, I want to see that smile again." Shannon batted his eyelashes and one more smile was forgotten as she laughed.

"I'm Candy."

"I love eating Candy," Shannon said, sitting up.

Candy laughed again and Shannon's eyes lit up. "You shouldn't say stuff like that," Candy said still laughing.

"And why's that?"

"Well, I don't have much experience, but I hear brothers can get pretty defensive," Candy said in mock seriousness.

"I don't think I'll have to worry about that, I used to be a wrestler you know. Plus, I got Matt and Jeff," Shannon said smiling and loving the witty banter.

"I don't think Matt and Jeff would be on your side."

"Oh, why's that?"

Candy looked down at her lap, suddenly serious, "because they're my brothers."

"What," Shannon recoiled slightly in surprise.

"I guess that's what they were coming here to tell you. We just found out recently that my mom and their dad had slept together and I was the result."

"Whoa."

"Yea."

"So, how old are you then?"

"Nineteen this July," Candy said, looking up sheepishly, "Two months after my seventeenth birthday, OVW finally agreed to sign me on. I worked and trained there for over a year, doing independent work on the side. Mid-January I signed a contract with the WWE. Now here I am."

"Wait, you're a wrestler," bewildered and yet happy at the same time that his dream woman obviously loved wrestling, but wasn't a groupie.

"Yep, 3rd generation."

"Wow."

They sat there in silence for a little bit.

"You ready to go back in?"

"Umm…I can't."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm sorry; I just can't go back in there. My body physically won't let me."

"It's cool," Shannon said, suddenly determined to make it his life's mission to discover the secret behind Candy and her refusal to enter the tattoo shop.

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