Sorry for the lack of updating everyone! Things haven't really slowed down at all for me to really work on this story. Plus I haven't been able to watch Raw or anything for the last 3 months because my roomies hate wrestling. Yeah, I know. I can't believe it either. LOL… Anyways, I finally got to watch this past Monday were John made his big return back to Raw and beat the crap out of Jericho. (Which he deserved) ;) I'm finally inspired again!! Hope you enjoy! Please review and let me know what you think! A special thanks to aphotshot and LadyLit for the reviews on chapter 3. You guys rock!

Taylor sat on her bed with her head in her hands. She didn't understand why everyone was treating her different. Well besides Ryan, Randy, and John. So far they had treated her just like anyone else. John was honest with her today when he told her what was really going on in the locker room behind her back.

Sighing, Taylor looked around her room. She had unpacked almost everything last night. The room now had her own personal touch to it. Her king size bed was made up in her white down comforter and had big soft pillows. The touches of Orange accented around the room. Some of her personal photos were hung up on the wall.

She looked over and grabbed the photo that sat next to her bed on the night stand. It had been taken a few years earlier. I was the last time she had ever seen her brother, just before he was shipped out to with his fellow Marines. Matt was two years older than her and was always her protector. That day she thought she was dying inside. To have to say goodbye and not know when she was going to see them again was one of the hardest things she had ever done. In the photo she stood in between the two people who meant the most to her. And though they were smiling you could see the sadness in their eyes.

Taylor looked at the picture and couldn't help but think about what her brother would tell her about her problem. Then again she knew what he would tell her.

'Taylor,' He would say, 'Just go out there and be yourself. Put your all into it and then no one can take that away from you.'

Just thinking about him say those words filled her eyes with tears. Suddenly there was a knock on her bedroom door.

"Come in." she called. John opened the door as she was wiping the tears out of her eyes. He walked over and sat on the edge of her bed.

"I really hope I didn't make you cry." He said and glanced over at her from the corner of his eyes.

"No. It wasn't you. Really. I was just thinking and then everything just… I don't know. Got overwhelming I guess." Taylor sighed and looked down at the photo in her hand.

"Who's in the picture?" John asked as he leaned closer to get a better look. Taylor could smell his cologne. It sent goose bumps down her back.

"It my brother Matt and my dad Greg."

"You were crying when the picture was taken?" John looked up at her.

"My brother was just getting shipped out. We were really close. That day was so hard."

"I bet. Tell me more about him. He must be a really great guy."

"Well, right after high school, he chose to join the marines with his best friends Tristan who is also like a brother to me. At first I didn't know what to think. I thought he was crazy. But then I saw how proud he looked when he first dressed in the dress blues. I was proud of both of them. Tristan was the first to be ship out and I felt horrible because I didn't make it there in time. I promised myself I wouldn't miss Matt's. But sometimes I find myself wishing I had. I haven't seen him since that day. I get the occasional letter or E-mail. But that's it." Taylor brushed away a tear that fell down her cheek.

"Why hasn't he come home yet if it's been so long?" John looked confused. He thought that soldiers only had to go for a certain amount of time before they could come home again.

"When his time runs up he reassigns so he can stay longer. He says he can't leave his family over there while he comes home and does nothing. That was the first time I realized how devoted he was and at first I was angry because we are his family, my dad and I. But then I realized he was also doing it for us. To keep us safe, you know?" Taylor looked at John with pleading eyes.

"I know." John reassured her.

"Why'd you come here?" Taylor asked suddenly and looked at him confused.

"I thought you were mad at me. I was stupid to tell you about the bet that the girls have going on."

"It's okay. I'd rather know now than to have one of them throw it in my face later." Taylor laughed lightly and put the picture back on the table. She scooted farther up on her bed and leaned against her bright orange pillows.

"Well if get me any brownie points I told them the bet was stupid. I think you'll stay."

"Really?" She smiled at him.

"Yeah, after all someone's got to put Conner in his place." John smirked.

"Oh god." Taylor groaned. "I have to go back. If I do anymore running, my legs are going to fall off."

Taylor entered the gym yet again five minutes early. It wasn't as packed as it had been that morning. There were a few people spread out doing various workouts. A woman with big blonde hair approached her and rolled her nose.

"So you're the famous Taylor Quinn? I guess I just don't see it." She sighed giving Taylor a once over.

"See what?" Taylor asked, not quite sure what to make of the girls comment.

"What everyone's making such a big deal about. You're really not that pretty. And lets face it your not competition." The blonde smirked.

"Listen miss blonde in a bottle. Just because you're jealous doesn't mean you should take it out on me. As for competition, don't worry. I'm a fast learner." Taylor managed to say before Conner walked through the door. The women quickly turned and walked away.

"Ready?" Conner said. Taylor looked at him and noticed he had all of his gear on.

"What are we doing exactly?"

"Getting in the ring," He said simply and walked out of the room. Taylor was quick to follow. Her heart felt like it was about to pound right out of her chest. She was going to get in the ring?! Already? She thought would be in a couple days if not longer.

Taylor followed Conner down a long hallway that lead to the back of the gym. They walked through large double doors into a large open room that was equipped with three full size rings.

"Come on." Conner said as he climbed up the stairs to the side of the ring and climbed through the ropes. She hesitantly followed.

"Okay." Conner turned to her. "I want you to charge at me and try to bring me to the ground."

"What?" Taylor looked at him as if he were crazy.

"Just do it." Conner yelled. Taylor flinched. She looked at him and squared her shoulders and then ran ay him with everything she had.

Conner was quick to react and bring her to the ground first by flipping her right onto her back knocking the wind right out of her.

"Again." Conner walked away from her.

Taylor rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up. She ran at him again and she was flipped onto her back.

Finally after two hours of being flipped on her back nonstop, Conner let her go home. She walked out of the gym stiffly. Once she got to the apartment it hurt to breath. She opened the door and put her bag on the floor and then leaned against the fall and slip to the floor, closing the door.

"Taylor? That you?" Ryan called from the living room. Taylor heard footsteps coming towards her. She looked up and saw Randy coming around the corner. He looked down at her and frowned.

"Taylor are you okay?" He squatted down next to her.

"Just dandy." She said sarcastically. Randy laughed and held out his hand. She took it and he helped her up.

"Dear god, I'm not going to be able to move tomorrow." Taylor whimpered as she followed Randy into the living room. John and Ryan were watching Smackdown. They both looked up when she walked in.

"Hey how'd training go?" Ryan smiled.

"Dandy is about all I got." Randy laughed and sat down next to Ryan on the couch.

"Conner's like a demon when it comes to training man. We all know it." John said.

"Demon right about now is an understatement." Taylor added as she walked out of the living room and into the bathroom. A nice hot shower was calling her name. Taylor took one look at herself in the mirror and turned right back around and went back to the living room.

"Ryan can I ask you something?" Taylor asked.

"Anything." Ryan said.

"Do you know a girl with huge arms and really big fake blonde hair?"

"Oh, you mean Bethany." Ryan laughed. "Yeah I know her why?"

"Nothing, I was just wondering if she's really as bad ass as she looks."

"Yup." Ryan simply stated.

"Great." Taylor groaned. This was just her luck. She would be the one to get right in it with a chick who should be a dude.

"Please tell me you didn't get on her bad side already." Ryan laughed. She stood there with her hands on her hips and a huge smile on her face.

"Maybe." Taylor blushed and looked at the floor.

"That's my girl!" Ryan pulled her into a huge hug. "I'm so proud of you!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." John stood up and walked up to them. He had this amazed look on his face that just seemed to light up the room.

"What did I do exactly?" Taylor looked away from him quickly and asked Ryan.

"I'll tell you what you did." Randy stood up. "You just officially chose sides."

Taylor stood there confused and not quite sure what to make of what he just told her. What on earth was going on in this little chaotic world of wrestling?

"What Randy failed to describe to you was the sides in the business. You're either an ass or an all out good guy. Basically good vs. evil. You just chose the good side. Our side." he came up beside her and put his arm around her. "Welcome to the team."