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"Are you ready for this?" Matt stood beside her, waiting for the show to come back from commercial break. Randy stood on the other side of the hallway.

"Why wouldn't I be? I'm just about to announce to the world that I'm the biggest mistake wrestling has ever seen."

"Don't talk like that," Matt said, taking her by the arms. "You might not have been planned, but all of us want you here. As for the biggest mistake wrestling has ever seen, that would be Glenn Jacobs wearing skin tight wrestling pants," Matt shuddered, "I do not want to see that much of Kane. Besides, Candy, you're a wrestler through and through, it's in your blood to do this. Any storyline the writers could possibly dream of, you, of all people, could handle it."

"Thanks. I just hate having to be near him," Candy's eyes flicked over to Randy before looking back at Matt.

"Tonight, it'll be worth it."

"Totally, just be careful in the ring. I don't think Randy's going to keep it completely professional."

"As long as you do your job, I'll be fine."

Candy's eyes looked up to the heavens as Randy's music came over the speaker system, "This is it."

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Candy stared on in all too real horror, as Randy and Matt attacked each other in the ring. When she saw Randy go for the pin, she slid a steel chair out from under the ring. She rolled under the bottom rope and slammed the chair into Randy's back, adding just a little bit more force than necessary. Oops. Taking advantage of the distracted Randy, Matt went for the cover, winning the match and the opportunity at the title.

"Your winner, MATT HARDY!!!!"

Randy ripped the mike out of Lillian's hands, "What the hell do you think you're doing Candy? I saw you slipping off to tell Matt something on Saturday, now tell me what it is! Admit it to my face."

A stagehand magically appeared, passing two mikes to Candy and Matt.

"I had to help him, Randy. He's my…" Candy paused dramatically, "brother."

Candy took in Randy's fake shocked expression and didn't have to look around her to tell that that look was for real on the thousands of faces surrounding her.

"I just found out Randy, please don't be mad."

"I'm not…as long as you apologize for interfering and letting Matt win."

"You want her to pick sides," Matt cut in, "How dare you, you cheating scumbag."

Suddenly, footage appeared on the big screen, showing Randy making out with Layla.

Now, it was Candy's turn to pretend shock.

"Ignore him Candy; he's just trying to hurt you. Why else would he have shown you that footage? Just apologize and everything will be fine."

"No Randy, I'm not going to apologize. We might have just learned we're family, but families stick together, no matter how loosely formed. We have each others' backs; question is…who has yours?"

Candy rolled out of the ring, followed by Matt. As they were making their way out of the ring, Candy stopped, and turned around. Using the mike that was still in her hand she called out to Randy, "And by the way, we're over."

"So, that thing about family wasn't scripted," Matt said once they were safely backstage.

"I know."

"Then why'd you say it, if the writers get pissed at you, you could be in for a real bumpy ride."

"Because tonight was about making things worth it, and rubbing those words in Randy's face was worth it."

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"Have you guys looked at the script for SmackDown yet," Candy screeched as she sat down in catering.

"Not yet, why," Jeff asked with a mouthful of skittles.

Candy tossed the script at them and waited while they looked it over.

"You're kidding," Matt said looking up.

"Well, at least we'll get like a month off," Jeff said.

"Yea, but first we have to get the crap beat out of us by Randy and his two goons," Matt countered.

"Only, after we declare ourselves as XF," Candy added in, "the Xtreme Family."

"How are they knocking us out," Jeff asked having only skimmed it.

"How do you think? We all get boots to the face."

"And then the medics come in carting all three of us away."

"Great."

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Candy drifted to sleep in the back seat of the rental car as Jeff and Matt took turns driving. They had just finished SmackDown and were headed to Cameron to enjoy their month long break. It was made all the more enjoyable by the fact that Candy had just gotten a text from Melina saying Randy had literally gotten pelted with food by the fans as he tried to leave the arena. Matt dropped Jeff off in front of his recently finished house that Jeff had designed himself, before driving five minutes down the road and pulling into his own driveway. Candy stumbled up the steps and quickly fell asleep in Matt's massive guest bedroom.

"Feed me," Candy cried as she tried shaking Matt awake, "I'm hungry."

"Feed yourself," Matt said rolling to the other side of the bed.

Candy walked over, sticking her face right in Matt's, "You have no food!"

"Don't blame me, I'm never here."

"But you're here now, so get me food. I'm slowly dying," Candy whined as she dramatically fell to the floor.

"Fine," Matt said swinging his legs out of bed, "we'll drive into town and get something. Go call Jeff, if you're making me get up this early, you better make him get up too."

"Yea!" Candy jumped off the floor and called Jeff, before rushing to her room to change. When she heard Matt pass her room she cried out, "And noon is not early!" Candy stared at her suitcase trying to decide what to wear. She hadn't had any real off time yet, so she'd been wearing sweats and baggy tees lately. After much consideration she finally decided on her favorite pair of black skinny jeans, which were so faded you couldn't really classify them as black anymore. They had paint splatters all over them and were also covered in holes, some real from wear and some she had added herself in strategic places. She threw on a skintight, white, ripped tee with a neon green one underneath. She checked herself in the mirror, examining her short, chin-length brown hair that was currently littered with lime green and electric blue streaks. She touched up her eyeliner before slipping on her black Converse high-tops and running to the garage where Matt was waiting for her. Matt headed towards the rental car when he saw Candy.

"I thought we were returning that."

"We are."

"Shouldn't we take another car with us, so we can get back? Say…the Porsche? Which you should let me drive...It'd be the brotherly thing to do."

Matt laughed, "we're gonna meet up with one of my and Jeff's friends in town. He'll give us a lift back."

Candy made a pouty face, but climbed into the front seat. After picking up Jeff, they stopped for doughnuts, and then drove to the rental place in Southern Pines. Matt handed over the keys and Candy looked around for the illusive friend. When she turned around, Matt and Jeff were already half a block away from her, she ran to catch up with them.

"Yea, I'm in shape, but not that in shape," Candy said, thinking Matt had tricked her and they planned on walking all the way back.

"Relax, Candy," Jeff said, throwing his arm around her shoulder, "Shannon's shop is right around the corner."

Candy froze up, "Like as in Moore?"

"Who else," Jeff laughed as they reached Gas Chamber Ink. Jeff opened the door gesturing for her to go in first, but Candy wouldn't move from her spot. A confused look overcame Jeff's face, "What? Look, I've seen your tattoos, so I know you aren't afraid of needles. What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Candy said, bracing herself as she started to walk towards the shop, but suddenly everything went black. Candy didn't feel the impact as her body hit the ground.

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So, OMG! about SmackDown tonight! No one has used a Tree of Woe in forever and then a couple days ago I add it in my story and BAM! next thing you know Chavo's using it! WTF!!! And I totally called the Brie and Nikki thing! I really need to get cable so I can watch Wrestlemania XXV!