Murder City Princess
a/n: Alex Shelley and Chris Sabin belong to themselves along with everyone else in TNA that is mentioned. I own my OCs and that's all, enjoy.
Oh and so you understand… everything written in italics is her writing in a diary in the present time. Regular type is her memories aka the bulk of the story takes place in her memory. {in brackets and italics are her thoughts in her memories}
Summery: Kayleigh is a skeptic, though she has grown up around wrestling she pretty much thinks most wrestlers are pretty one dimensional. When her father, Kevin Nash, forces her and an up and coming young wrestler together thinking he found the perfect man for his baby girl. Kayleigh starts to wonder if everything she ever thought about the business and the guys in it was wrong.
Chapter One: Sometimes you just gotta run with it. (starts circa 2007)
I've been around wrestling for most of my life, not that I wanted to be but when your dad is a professional wrestler you really have no way to avoid it. Though my parents weren't together for most of my life they tried to remain friends for my sake. Mom lived in Detroit and dad, well dad traveled a lot though eventually he settled down in Florida. I never wanted to get into the wrestling business, I wanted nothing to do with it but then one day I went down to one of my dad's shows and I met him.
I was introduced to him as Alex Shelley, my first thought when I saw him he was fairly cute but the sunk hair was a little much. "Shelley, this is my daughter Kayleigh." My dad said placing a hand on my shoulder and pushing me towards Alex. I looked back at my father and just rolled my eyes but when I looked back over at Alex I just smiled a goofy little grin and waved. Alex smirked back at me and gave me the same little wave.
"Hi…" I mumbled under my breath as my dad turned and left us alone to talk. Alex just let out a little laugh and looked at me for a second.
"He's really been trying to get me and you to meet up since well… he met me. He keeps saying we're perfect for each other." Alex said standing in front of me with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He seemed rather amused by my dad's attempt to set us up. I just chuckled a little at his comment about how my dad said we were perfect for each other. I don't know Alex, but I figure he's probably a fun guy but perfect for me… the hair alone was screaming no way in hell.
"Listen…" I said softly, "If that chair over there wrestled… was anywhere close to my age and was male my dad would say it was perfect for me. I honestly doubt you and I have anything in common alright." I was in collage studying art and philosophy, at that point I thought I would have about as much in common with a wrestler as I would with the chair I had mentioned just a few minutes earlier. Oh how little I knew back then.
I turned to walk away but Alex grabbed my hand and stopped me. "Your dad told me about that paper you wrote about A Clockwork Orange for your philosophy class last year. I would love to read it, it's my favorite movie too." I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around to look at him. Ok so we liked the same movie, big whoop. A lot of people like A Clockwork Orange, it's an epic film and book. It was fluke.
"What else did my dad tell you about me?" I asked in a slightly snotty tone of voice, I was still rather unimpressed at this point.
"Well, you're smart…" He paused and let go of my hand noticing that I was going to stick around for a few minutes to listen to his dirt on me. "You're a Gemini… as am I by the way. You love music that sounds like noise to him, from your Ramones t-shirts I would expect you like punk music. I happen to enjoy punk music." Ok, so two more things, that's no basis for my dad's assumption that we were perfect for each other. "Lets see… I have a bunch of shit written down some where… but come on. Kayleigh, let me take you out for a drink or something after the show.. we can talk. Get to know each other. That sorta thing, not a date… just a getting to know each other type shit." I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath.
He was cute and well, he seemed to be trying rather hard to get me to go out with him after the show. It was only fair I throw him a bone. "Fine… one drink, but that's it… Alex." I said smirking a little as I turned to leave to go to my seat out in the audience to watch the show.
As I was walking away Alex called after to me, "You can call me Patrick… since that's really my name. I took Alex from…"
"A Clockwork Orange, my dad already told me that." I paused and turned back to him and smiled softly. "I like Alex better…" He smirked and giggled at my last little comment.
"Well if I had a cool name like Kayleigh Nash I would have wrestled under my own name but… Patrick Martin doesn't inspire coolness and badassness." I laughed, he was right, but I didn't answer him and just walked away.
Thinking back about the first time we saw each other face to face, I was kinda surprised I thought he was cute. He had dark hair (with the sunk stripe) and those perfect chocolate color eyes. I do love chocolate. But I was a complete skeptic when it came to my father setting me up with guys. He always wanted me to marry a wrestler… but more than anything else he wanted me to marry a good guy. I was only twenty-two in my last few months of collage, marriage was the last thing on my mind. Not for my parents, being the oldest my mom wanted grandbabies. My dad just wanted me to be happy, he seriously thought that Alex would make me happy. My dad is a lot smarter than he looks sometimes.
The show was cool enough, my dad and Alex did this really funny little skit and I couldn't help but laugh. I thought about our brief conversation backstage and how he was cute in a sorta scruffy cyber punk sorta way. I had to pull out my geek card and call him a scruffy nurff herder when he took me out for that drink to see if he got the reference. I went backstage after the show and gave my dad a hug and told him that his promo was very funny and that I would be back to the house later.
"You going out with Shelley?" He asked, obviously Alex must have told him about our not-date but I just rolled my eyes and shook my head.
"Yes, we are going out for a drink… happy daddy?" I said softly and patted him on the cheek. He grinned and nodded. "Of chores you are." I grabbed my purse and hoddie from a nearby chair and started to walk towards the door.
"Lee-lee, give Shelley a chance. He might not be your typical gothy freak of nature type guy but I think he's a good guy and I know you will like him." I just nodded and walked out of his dressing room and out into the hall where Alex was standing talking to sandy haired guy who started to poke Shelley when I walked out of the room.
"Dude shut up…" I heard Alex mutter to the other guy after a quick punch to the arm. He walked over to me in a tight black t-shirt with 'tnlx" on it and a warn old pair of blue jeans. "Kayleigh," He said placing his hand on the small of my back and ushering me over towards the sandy haired guy. "This my heterosexual life partner Josh better known as Chris Sabin. " I smiled and giggled a little.
"She is adorable…" Sabin said with little grin of his own, "Nice to meet you Kayleigh, I hope you two crazy kids have a good time." OK, the more I talk to people the more I feel like this little not-date I'm about to go on was in fact an actual date. I glanced over at Alex who sticking his hands into his pockets digging around for what I could only assume were his car keys.
"Ya ready kiddo?" Alex asked softly, did he just call me Kiddo? I'm like a year or so younger than him, how can I be kiddo. WTF.
"Kiddo… I'm twenty two, how the hell am I kiddo?" I said softly and shoved him a little, he immediately wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him. I was a little bit uncomfortable at first but when he leaned down, I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck, I just sorta melted. GOD DAMNIT!
"What should I call you then? Kayleigh is a bit mouthy." {Mouthy? He thinks my name is mouthy… well Patrick is dorky. Ok, deep breath… focus on the fact his hands are on your hips your silly bitch}. So I just took a deep breath and glanced back Alex who was resting his head on my shoulder.
"Um… my dad calls me Lee-Lee." I answered adjusting my purse on my other shoulder, Alex laughed and let go of my hips. I felt kinda sad when he let go of me, I know we had only just met but as much as I still doubted my dad was right about this whole perfect for me bull shit. I liked the way his hands felt pulling me back against him and how his breath felt on the back of my neck.
Alex moved next to me and looked down at me, "Well, why Lee-Lee is cute… I think I'll have to come up with something better for ya over that drink." I just shook my head a little and rolled my eyes. If the guy wanted to give me his own special nickname who am I to object. While Alex talked to me about his match and how he was enjoying working with my dad and what not. My mind began to wonder.
{This really is a date isn't it… FUCK! I'm going to kill my dad. Why the hell did I let myself get talked into this. Well… Duh… Alex is cute… his name is Patrick… No Alex is much better. He called you Kiddo… KIDDO! I mean, my dad's friends used to call me Kiddo when I was just this freckled faced little girl with fucking pigtails… I'm an adult now. Legal. I can by booze and porn… I think Kiddo stops when you get boobs right. GOD!}
I was snapped out of my internal rant when Alex placed his hand on my shoulder. "Earth to Kayleigh…" He said waving his hand in front of my face. Thank god he did because I was about three seconds from running to the door.
"Sorry… I can be a little air headed sometimes." I admitted pushing open the door and the warm spring air hit my face making me miss the cooler weather in Detroit. It was more like summer that early April to me but when I looked back at Alex he just shook his head.
"I doubt you're an airhead.." He whispered softly in my ear. "If you were an airhead I would have never asked to you to have a drink with me…" He patted my cheek and took my hand and started to drag me towards his car. He was real nice and open the car door for me but still my mind was wondering if this was a date.
It was. It was a date.
We sat in the bar for almost two hours just talking to each other about some of the strangest things. We actually had a lot more in common then I had originally thought. We had the same taste in music, movies… video games. But also we just had this connection that was just unexplainable. One of those things that you just feel when you met someone who you know is going to be a big part of your life. I've only experienced this once before meeting Alex. When I met Monica, who was my childhood best friend and well my best friend till the day she died… and much to my surprise the only person who could comfort me was… Alex.