Hey! So, the more stories I read, the more I'm noticing that people put disclaimers at the top saying they don't own WWE characters. Anyway, I guess I wanted to remind people that I don't own the WWE characters, but I do own my own, which so far are Candy and Kyle. Luna Vachon was an actual female wrestler, whose father, uncle, and aunt were all wrestlers as well. She didn't however sleep with the Hardy boys' father and have his child. So on and so forth. Hope you enjoy! Please read and reply! I love criticism, also if you notice any grammar errors, feel free to point them out! MyMexicanPrincess loves doing it! JK, I love you girl! PS Happy Birthday! Can't wait for Wrestlemania!

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Candy rolled onto her side, opening her eyes to the harsh morning light that fell through her window. She pulled the pillow to her face, groaning into it. Candy eventually sat up, looking at the bedside clock Candy wanted to smack herself in the head, it was nine in the morning. Nine was still later than usual, but Candy was on vacation she was supposed to be sleeping in. "Look at Matt," she thought to herself as she slid out of bed and headed towards the shower, "he sleeps 'til one in the afternoon and even then he's cranky when he gets up." Candy took a quick shower. She through on a bikini in case she decided to hop in the pool. She pulled on over it a pair of dark blue daisy dukes and a white see-through tee. Candy padded downstairs in flip flops. She rummaged around in Matt's kitchen, realizing if she wanted to eat something besides chips, she'd have to go to the store.

Candy sighed, dropping onto one of the kitchen chairs. She laid her head in her hands as she stared at one of Matt's tranquility fountains, trying to figure out what to do until Matt woke up. Candy's eyes roamed the kitchen, landing on the key ring by the door. It was as if the world zoomed in, focusing only on one of the hooks. On it was a single key. Candy didn't even realize she had left her seat until the cold metal of the key pressed against her hand and she could make out STUTTGART written above the horse.

"No," she thought placing the keys back on the hook and turning away, "But…"

"NO! Matt loves that car, if anything happened to it…"

"If he loves it so much, why did he just leave the keys hanging around? He won't even know. Just a quick spin around the block, what could happen?"

"It's wrong…"

"Candy, it's a Porsche Gemballa Mirage GT, there is nothing wrong about that. It is one of the most beautiful cars that have ever graced this earth, and it has been sitting cooped up in that garage for who knows how long. It is your duty as an American to drive that car."

With that final thought, Candy pulled the key of the hook and headed towards the garage trying to make as little noise as possible. Candy hit the button inside the house entrance, raising the garage door, and slipped across the front of the garage. She held her breath as she opened the driver side door, gasping while sinking into the leather seats. She leaned forward to put the key into the ignition, but as she did her eyes instinctually flickered to the rearview mirror. Candy nearly dropped the key when she whimpered in horror; because in the driveway, outside the garage, parked right behind the Mirage was Shannon's car.

Candy had to stop herself from screeching in rage. She was going to kill Shannon Moore, Candy seethed as she headed inside. But, Candy wasn't going to give up she was incredibly stubborn and when she planned on doing something, she did it. Candy planned on driving that car and wasn't about to let anything get in her way.

She found Shannon asleep on the couch and had to restrain herself from hitting him over the head. Candy grabbed his jacket up off the floor, but found nothing as she checked his pockets. She walked to the front of the couch, but also found nothing on the floor. Candy's shoulders slumped as she looked down. Sticking halfway out of Shannon's jean pocket were the keys to his car. Candy squatted down as she reached across the couch to grab the keys.

Shannon felt a warm breath across his face as he woke up. He opened his eyes to find Candy's face right next to him. He was about to scream in shock, but her hand slapped down across his mouth, affectively muffling it. She slowly slipped her hand off his mouth. Shannon looked around taking in the scene, Candy was leaning halfway across his body clutched in her hand were what looked like…

"Are those my keys?"

"Nooooo…." Candy responded trying to slink away, but Shannon grabbed her wrist prying her fingers open.

"Those are my keys, and oh my god, this is the key to Matt's Porsche. Matt's going to flip when he hears this," Shannon said as he went to stand up.

"You can't tell him," Candy said jumping on top of him and slamming him back onto the couch, "please say you won't tell him."

"Ahhh," Shannon was lying on the couch with Candy straddling his waist, pressing his shoulders down.

"Please I'll do anything, if Matt finds out then I'll never get to drive that car."

Shannon gulped, trying to focus on anything but Candy's warm body over his and the dirty ways he could consider her words.

"Uhh," there was something he wanted to know, what was it?

"Please," Candy begged.

"Show me your tattoos," Shannon stumbled out.

"What?"

"Show me your tattoos and I won't tell Matt."

"Seriously? You just want to see my tattoos?"

Shannon nodded his head.

"And you won't tell Matt?"

"Right."

"Okay, somebody's easy to please," Candy said as she climbed off Shannon. Standing up, she pulled her shirt off her head and let it fall to the floor. She felt Shannon's breath on her neck when he stood up behind her. The keys Shannon had been holding dropped to the floor. Candy got goose bumps as Shannon trailed his fingertips over her back, following the design.

"You've had these for awhile," Shannon whispered into her ear.

"How can you tell," Candy asked quietly, silently shaking while her eyes closed, loving the feel of Shannon tracing the tattoo.

"I'm good at what I do…three years?"

Candy nodded.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. That means you got these illegally."

"It's a long story."

"I have time," Shannon said, drinking in the sight, he loved following the coal black swirls that were set against Candy's pale white skin.

"I...I was fifteen," Candy said, seemingly distracted by Shannon's touch.

"And?"

"I was angry, I'd just found out no one would train me…"

"So you got them out of vengeance?"

"No…there was this party. Normally, I wouldn't have gone, but I was just so angry. It was at this guy's place that I went to school with. He lived with his older brother, who ran a tattoo shop in his basement, that's how they scored the booze, from his older brother. The moment I walked in the door, a drink was shoved in my hand. The rest of the night I was drinking. Shots, beer, whatever they had. I just kept drinking and the more I drunk the angrier I got and I was just running my mouth. At a certain point I don't remember what happened, but I heard about it from one of my friends who was at the party. Apparently I got in an argument with a friend of the older brother, who was also a tattoo artist, about wrestling. He said that it was all fake and that the wrestlers didn't feel any pain. I obviously didn't agree and I told him that I knew first hand how much it did hurt. He called me a pussy and bet I couldn't even stand the pain of a tattoo. Being stubborn and drunk I took him up on his bet and followed him down to the basement. My friends tried to talk me out of it, but I told them to shove off and leave me alone. I picked out a pattern and took off my shirt. I lay face down in his chair and told him I'd tell him to stop when I'd had enough. At some point I passed out from all the alcohol in my system, by the time the guy realized it, it was too late. They left me there for the night. I remember the morning after though. I woke up in an almost pitch black room. My head was pounding, but it was nothing compared to what my back felt like. I freaked out when I noticed my shirt wasn't on. I tried remembering the night before, but I couldn't. I stood up and found a light switch. I looked around trying to find my shirt, thanking god that my pants were on. They had these two mirrors set on opposite walls, so that people can look at their back tattoos. Just as I found my shirt, my eyes caught my reflection in the mirror and I saw it for the first time."

"Then what," Shannon whispered.

Candy snapped out of her trance. "Then nothing," she said bending down and picking up her shirt. "I lived in shame for the next couple of years. I had no social life, all I did was train. I finally got over it and became the big girl I am today. I still party, drink, and make stupid mistakes. Nothing changed except now I have a tattoo."

"But things did change," Shannon said quietly. He lifted his head up and looked into Candy's eyes, "you may think it only changed your outside, but it changed your inside too. You were so scared yesterday; you couldn't even walk in the shop."

"I don't wanna talk about this," Candy said on the verge of tears, "Why did you bring this up?"

"Because I want to know you, Candy," Shannon said moving toward her. Shannon reached Candy and pulled her head towards his. He smashed his lips powerfully against hers. Their tongues dueled as Shannon ran his hands through Candy's hair and Candy squeezed Shannon's arms absorbing the comfort and protection that his embrace provided.

They broke apart and Shannon mumbled, "I should, you know." He grabbed his keys off the floor and left. Candy stood abandoned in the middle of the living room, listening to the sound of Shannon's car driving off.

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