"Fallen"

A fiction story

By,

Jeffsgurl22

(A/N: Good morning. This is a fiction story based around two very important people. One you know of as Christian Cage (Chris Cage) and one you don't know. She's one of my new OCs. Her name is Xtacy. Her sister's name is Crystal. In this story, Crystal (or Crys) owns her own wrestling federation (World Generation Wrestling Federation -WGWF) and signs her sister, Xtacy, on as a Diamond (or Diva). I hope you enjoy this story and please read and review so I know how I'm doing. Thanks.)

Chapter 1 - The Discussion

I sighed as I made my way to my locker room at the 1st Mariner Arena in Baltimore, MD. I finally found it and stepped inside. Placing my gym bag on the floor, I began to suit up. The owner, my sister Crystal, put me in a tag-team match. But, this wasn't any type of match... it was an inter-gender match. Going against Crystal and Jeff Hardy. My partner, was one of the most arrogant assholes that ever showed up in WGWF, Chris Cage. Ugh, just saying his name even makes my skin crawl. After I finish, there's a knock on my door.

"Just a sec!"

I hurriedly tidied the room and opened the door. Frowning, I looked into the icy blue eyes of Chris Cage, a permanent, arrogant smirk on his lips. I shook my head and silently stepped aside. He strutted around the room and sat on the bench, motioning for me to do the same. I shrugged and sat on the couch across from him.

"Have you seen the script?"

His Canadian accent semi-strong, but his voice was surprisingly soft.

"Yes, I have," I replied softly, my own southern accent coming out thick.

"Have they been by to discuss the match yet?"

"No. Crys said she'd be in soon as she found Jeff, who's late again."

He smirked, "Indeed."

We sat there in silence for a long time. From the couch, I stole glances at him. Shoulder-length brown hair, striking pale blue eyes, looked to be about 20 or 22, maybe 5'9" or so. Compared to little 'ol me, the guy was a giant.

~Chris' POV~

I bit my lip to keep from blurting out the real reason for my visit to Xtacy's locker room. My brief glance at her when I first entered, made me realize that she was not anything like her sister. In fact, Crystal and Xtacy were complete opposites. Crystal, being the tall, dark and strikingly beautiful. Xtacy was short, brunette hair, green piercing eyes, a killer smile and a figure that would make any guy weak in the knees. Any guy, except this one. Chris Cage swore off relationships and love a long time ago. But, I could tell this girl was having a physical effect on me. I shifted and cleared my throat.

Standing up, I excused myself, "I'll be back, have to run to the men's room."

She nodded and I made my escape. Leaning against the wall, I breathed a sigh, composed myself, and waited outside of her locker room for Crystal and Jeff.

~Xtacy's POV~

I drummed my fingers against my legs, humming randomly. Another five minutes had passed before I heard three people talking outside of my door. The voices were low, but I knew who was out there: Chris, Jeff and Crystal. Three more minutes had passed before the three finally entered the room. I waited for an explanation. When I realized I wasn't getting one, I looked at Crystal.

"What took you so long?"

She blushed and I knew instantly why she and Jeff were late. I rolled my eyes and sat next to Chris on the couch, unknowing that I was sitting too close to him, until he shifted away slightly. I scooted to the far side and blushed furiously. Chris let out a chuckle, and I blushed even more. The awkward silence was killing me, so I looked desperately at Jeff who started to talk about the match. I visibly relaxed. Once we decided how the ending was going to go, Crystal and Jeff made a not-so-graceful exit. I waited for Chris to leave, but he stood and froze by the door, looking at me.

"You going to dinner later? Our match is the only one that we have and I know a really good restaurant..."

He paused and bit his lip, "Never mind, forget I asked."

He went to open the door and I replied, "What time?"

He looked back at me, "Huh?"

"What time," I repeated softly.

A small, crooked smile formed briefly, "8 sound okay?"

I nodded and he left. The door clicked and standing mid-way, I froze. What the hell did I just do?