Thanks to Sinfully Delicious for reviewing!!! Here's Chapter 3!!! PLEASE R&R!!! IT MEANS ALOT!!! I except critism.

Author's Note: Since this is only the prequel there will only be about one or two more chapters left.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Wrestlers or Knockouts mentioned in this story. I only own Samantha and anyone else who doesn't sound familar.

NOT THAT INNOCENT

Samantha looked both ways as she opened the door to the Knockouts locker room. She wanted to make sure that no one saw her coming out of the locker room.

Seeing that the coast was clear Sam ran out of the locker room and down the hall to her own personal locker room and ran in. Looking down at her clothes she noticed that she was covered in blood.

"Damn it!" she hissed. "This was my favorite outfit, too."

Changing her clothes quickly she hid the bloody clothes in the bottom of her bag, covered by all of her other clothes. Damn Taylor and her fucking blood for messing up Sam's outfit.

But then again, Sam did hit her pretty hard numerous times repeatedly. So Taylor's blood didn't just get on her clothes on it's on. It had help. A lot of help at that.

Walking out of her locker room with the most innocent look on her face, Sam acted as if she were innocent and that nothing had happened at all. She was really good at acting.

As she was walking down the hall doctors and paramedics ran by her in a breeze. Smiling to herself she turned around and walked the way that everyone else was going.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed covering her mouth pretending to be in major shock as she stood in the doorway of the Knockouts locker room. "What the hell happened in here?" Thank god she had left Taylor unconcious. Otherwise her cover would have been blown by now.

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After watching Taylor get taken out of the building on a strecher, Sam felt herself grow a bit guilty. She didn't have to do as much as she did, but that's exactly what she did. Some might say that she has a big temper with a short fuse. Whoever said that...they were right.

Pulling out her cell phone, Sam dialed the number of the one person she knew would be able to help her sort things through.

"Hello," the voice on the other end of the phone said.

"Hey! It's Sam! Can you meet me at the diner down the street in like about 30 minutes?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, sure. I'll be there."

"Alright. Great, thanks," Sam said hanging up.

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Because she felt so bad, Sam decided that she'd be the one to tell Chris that something had happened to Taylor. Her first plan was to just let Chris go on with what he was doing and not tell him, but the part of her that loved him wouldn't let her do that.

Chris and Alex had been in a match at the time of Samantha's attack on Taylor so they Chris had absolutely no idea that Taylor was on her way to the hospital right now.

Knocking on The MCMG's locker room door, Sam peaked her head in and asked, "Hey Chris! Are you in here?"

"Yeah, come in!" he hollered from the showers.

Samantha walked into the locker room and then heard the water cut off. Now she wanted to back down, but she knew that it was already to late to do that.

Sam almost dropped dead when Chris came out of the showers wearing only a towel around his waist. There was just something about him all wet and in only a towel that made Sam even weaker than any other time he was around. The only thing keeping her from throwing herself at him and kissing him was the fact that he was with Taylor and she was with Eric.

"So what's up?" Chris asked.

Shaking herself out of her zombie state, Sam answered, "You might want to get dressed first cause once I tell you you're going to be running out of here really quickly." "I'll just turn around now and let you get dressed," Sam blushed.

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A minute or two later she turned back around only to come face to face with a half dressed Chris. Sam couldn't help, but look him up and down. He was just so hot and those abs.

"So what's going on?" Chris asked.

"Well...umm...it's Taylor," Sam answered.

"What about her?" Chris asked.

"She's on her way to the hospital." "Someone attacked her in the Knockouts locker room earlier while you were out there wrestling and they knocked her unconcious. I don't know the rest," Sam explained. Like she had said he would, Chris grabbed his shirt threw it on and ran out the door.

Sam just couldn't believe it. Why didn't she just tell him the truth? It would make it much easier on everyone, but mainly it would make it easier on herself.

I can't decide: Who should Sam have called?

a) another knockout (one of her friends)

b) Eric (her boyfriend)

c) Alex (her brother)

Chapter 3! Should I continue?! REVIEW!! I do except critism!! Sometimes writers need it. PLEASE REVIEW IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE!!! IT MEANS ALOT!!!