So, I've chosen to do a new story using yet another OC. This character is completely mine. Other than that, I own nothing. The rest are the property of TNA, the WWE, and themselves. Enjoy!


Pushing a black nailed hand through his blond hair, Alex looked up from the book he had resting in his lap to eye the house across the street. The voices coming from it were getting louder and louder as the afternoon wore on.

He raised an eyebrow when the door opened, revealing a dark-haired girl. She slammed the door behind her and started up the walk.

An older woman opened the door, shouting out after her, "Go ahead, do that God damned wrestling bull shit again! Don't come home later, either!" and slammed the door again.

The girl stopped where she stood, at the end of the walk. She put her head down, hands clenched at her side, and sat on the wall outside her house.

Alex stood, putting his book down, and walked across the street. He stopped when he was standing in front of her. "You okay?"

She looked up for a moment, eyes red, and then looked back down, nodding. "Fine."

He cleared his throat, putting a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, Marnie. You can stay with me tonight if you need to."

The raven sighed, nodding again. "Thanks, 'Lex. Hey, you wanna come to the AWC with me tonight?"

Alex smiled. "Yeah. Sounds cool to me. I get to sit next to you while you do commentary?"

She chuckled a bit. "Obviously. I wouldn't invite you otherwise." The girl looked up, green eyes shining. "Let's go. I have matches to comment on."


"Ooh, and there's the submission, and he's got it locked in! There's Phil Punk with the Anaconda Vice! And there it is! He tapped out! We have a new Awesome Wrestling Corporation champion, folks!" Marnie cheered internally at the defeated expression on the other man's face when Phil stood, arms held up in victory. He winked at the girl, crossing his arms over his chest in a signature taunt. She crossed hers back, revealing X's on the backs of her hands, and the men left the arena. "Well, that's it! Come back next week for our next series of matches. See what awaits our new champ, Phil Punk. Until then, this is Marnie Shelley signing off."

The girl switched off her headset and turned to see Alex looking at her strangely. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to think of what to say before speaking. "Shelley? Marnie Shelley?"

She laughed. "I couldn't think of a last name, and I sure as hell wasn't using Asterwinder. Shelley rolls off the tongue."

He shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest as he stood. "Whatever you say..."

The raven punched him lightly on the arm. "Please. Like you've never changed your name. Mr. Patrick Martin."

The blond cringed at his name. "Sh! No one else knows that! My parents don't even call me Patrick now..."

Marnie laughed, walking toward the doors. "I know. That's sad, man. Your own parents call you by your ring name." Putting a hand to her chin, she said thoughtfully, "I wonder if Phil got his name from his parents calling him Punk all the time..."

Alex scowled. "Phil... What's so great about him, Marnie?"

She shrugged. "I dunno, 'Lex. He's just got this charm about him, know what I mean? That, and he's, like, the only guy I know who'll mosh with me at the Straight Edge concerts."

Pushing his hair back again, he sighed. "I'd go if you asked me to, you know."

Marnie laughed. "You? Moshing?" Holding the door open for him, she shook her head, smirking. "I think I'd have to pay to see that."


"Get that damn marker off the back of your hand now, Marnie Asterwinder, or I'll scrub it off myself!" The older woman yelled as Marnie walked in the door.

"I'm eighteen now, mother, you can't make me. And you don't even know what it's for, so why are you making me take it off?" she asked calmly, hiding her anger beneath the surface.

"It's for that damn gang you're in. The stupid Straight Edge thing. There's no reason for you to have that ugly black on your hands all the time." She gestured toward the bathroom. "Now, go take it off!"

Marnie shook her head. "No, I will not take it off. It's my choice to wear it, I wear it for personal reasons, I will not take it off!"

"Then get out!"

"Fine! I'll go stay with Alex then!" The raven picked up her bag again and opened the door she hadn't left, looking toward her parent's room. "Night Dad, I'll see you in the morning for work."

A blond man poked his head out of the nearby room, concerned. "All right. Good night, Marnie."

"OUT!"

Shaking her head at her mother with a glare, Marnie turned and closed the door behind her.

She walked across the street and knocked on Alex's door. A woman opened the door. "Ah, Marnie, it's great to see you again! Your mother, I'm assuming...?" Marnie nodded. The woman let her in. "Alex is in his room. Go ahead up."

The raven walked quickly up to the room in question and entered without a knock, to find Alex painting his nails anew. She snorted at the sight of the man looking more feminine than her and dropped her bag. He looked up momentarily before returning his focus to his nails. "Kicked out again."

She growled in response and walked over to his computer, making herself at home in the familiar room. She signed onto messenger, talking as she did. "What else is new, right? I show up with X's on my hand, I refuse to take them off, I get kicked out again. I may as well just pay rent to your mom, she takes better care of me."

Alex laughed a bit, blowing on his left hand. "Why don't you move in? It'd be easier on all of us. Mom already said you could."

Marnie shook her head. "Can't... I can't leave my dad alone with her. He'd die before the year was up." The two fell silent then, Alex painting and Marnie typing away, before Marnie let out a high pitched squeal.

"What? What happened? Is there a spider or something?" Alex asked, concerned.

Marnie turned with a great smile on her face. "No! It's... Wah! Creed and Rise Against and Killswitch! Doing a concert in Providence tonight! Phil got me a ticket to go with him! Ohmigod, ohmigod, this is frickin amazing man!"

Shaking his head at Marnie's excited jumping, Alex looked down at her bag and started looking through it. "Date with Phil means you'll be wearing..." He pulled out a pair of black pants with chains. "These, and..." He looked more before finding a tight low-cut black tanktop with green X's on it, attached to a bright green mesh shirt. "These." He looked some more before pulling out a pair of fingerless black gloves, also with green X's. "Oh, and of course, these."

The raven looked at the outfit approvingly. "Good choices, as usual, m'dear. You know what I like."

He laughed. "More like, I know what he'll like. It's a sexy outfit on you."

Marnie raised an eyebrow. "Really now?" She smirked. "Good." The girl picked up the clothes and left to change in the bathroom.

Letting out a relieved sigh, Alex smacked himself in the head. "God, I can't believe I said that! How stupid am I?" He shook his head, calming down just as Marnie came back in the door.

What Alex had said before was completely correct. The pants, while loose over the legs, hugged her hips in an accentuating manner. The tops she wore were both slightly low cut, showing a little bit of cleavage, and the tightness of them showed off her flat stomach well. Through the mesh, a tattoo of a music staff could be seen on her right bicep, and in the small space between the tank top and her pants, the words "Straight X Edge" could be read.

She turned in a circle, causing her short raven hair to whip around with her. "How do I look?"

He smiled. "You look good."

The girl smiled wide, reaching for a nearby mirror. She pulled eyeliner out of her pocket and had just finished it when she heard a roar coming down the street. It stopped outside the house. Alex peeked out the mirror. "Phil's here, Marnie."

She jumped, slightly excited, and clapped. "Great! I'll be home in a couple hours. Thank you so much for letting me stay, 'Lex." Marnie wrapped the boy in a hug before leaving quickly.

Sighing, Alex watched out the window as she climbed on the motorcycle behind Phil. "No problem, Marnie," he whispered to the girl's figure as the bike started up again. Watching the two figures recede from his view, he shook his head. "No problem at all."


So! What do you think? Like Marnie? Don't like Marnie? By the way, I realize that Alex Shelley's real name is Patrick Martin and that most people probably don't call him Alex outside the show. I just think it's cuter this way, since she has a nickname for him that's cute. And I have indeed intertwined the WWE and TNA here with use of Shelley and Punk at the same time. Sabin is probably going to be incorporated later, but... anyway, I'm revealing way too much now! Please, review! Reviews make me a very happy person! Hope you enjoyed, and keep reading!