Let's see, if I owned the people in this story, do you think I'd be writing stories? No, thought not. I only own Viena Valo.

This is my first story featuring some of these characters, so…yeah. Be nice please.

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Ring, Ring Ring, Ring, Ring Ri—

"Hello?" A slight accent coated the word.

"Hello, Mr. Margera?"

"Close. Valo." A slight pause. "Viena Valo."

"Ah, Miss Valo. Would you know if Mr. Margera would be interested in being a guest on Monday Night Raw? You are welcome to join him, of course."

The glossed lips parted in a smile. "He'd love to."

"Great. Let's see…" The sound of pages turning. "Our next show is in Houston, Texas. How about Saturday you can fly down and meet with Mr. McMahon on Sunday to go over the script."

"We'll be there." Click. "Bam! We're going to Houston!"

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Viena Valo. Younger sister to HIM's lead, Ville Valo, by a year and it showed they were related. Like Ville, she was tall as hell (though still a few inches shorter than her brother), skinny as hell, but had a figure that fit her perfectly. Her stormy blue eyes liked to change colors with her emotions and her black hair stopped about an inch below her shoulders.

She'd been living with Ville for 16 years, but when he started touring, he sent her to live with Bam Margera in West Chester. Ville trusted Bam to keep his sister safe, in the sense that Bam defined the word 'safe', of course. Now she was 30, Bam was 30, Ville was 31 and still touring, and Viena still lived in Castle Bam, the skateboarder becoming one of her best friends over the years.

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"How long are we on the show for?" Bam asked. He and Viena were skateboarding backstage in the Raw arena as they tried to find Vince McMahon's office.

Viena shrugged, shifting her weight back to stop in front of a gray door with a plaque reading 'McMahon'. They walked in, seeing Mr. McMahon at his desk talking to a tall wrestler with tan skin and little hair. McMahon stopped talking when he noticed the two standing in his doorway. "We're done here, Randy," he said, standing up. Randy stood up as well, eye the two as he walked out of the office. "Mr. Margera, Miss Valo, my name is Vincent McMahon."

"Bam," Bam said, shaking Vince's hand.

"Viena," Viena said. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. McMahon."

"Call me Vince," the older said, shaking her hand. "Your brother couldn't come?"

"Still touring," she replied, holding her skateboard under her arm. "What do ya need us for?"

"We wanted to bring some fun to the WWE," Vince explained, handing the two in front of him each a small stack of papers. "Bam seemed like the most logical choice for our audience, and I'm sure they wouldn't mind Vince helping him out. You two will have full freedom on what you'd like to do unless it would credit to destroying someone expensive. Hell, you can turn the ring into a skateboarding park, I don't care. You two aren't required to wrestle, but if you want to, see me. Any questions?" Silence. "Well, the show's tomorrow, so you're free to go. You can explore the arena, if you want. People are still here."

"Ready to go, Bam?" Viena looked around when no one answered. "Bam? Bam!" She groaned, setting her skateboard on the ground again. "Thanks, Vince." She rode out of the office, looking for Bam everywhere. She wasn't looking where she was going as she rode straight into someone, knocking them both down.

"Owe," she mumbled, rubbing her back where it had hit the concrete. She looked up as her skateboard was handed back to her.

"Are you okay?" The man holding out her board was a tall wrestler with long purple hair, streaks of blonde going through it. He was in a black tanktop, a pair of sweat pants, and a pair of sneakers. A necklace with a blue/purple/green pendent of 'HB' was around his neck and there was a tattoo of roots going from his shoulder to his hand on his right arm.

"I'm fine." Viena pushed herself up, moving her board back under her feet.

"Jeff Hardy," he said, holding out a hand for her to shake. She smiled, taking his hand for a quick shake. "One half of the Hardy Boyz tag team and younger brother to Matt Hardy."

"Viena Valo," she introduced. "Best friend of Bam Margera and younger sister to Ville Valo. And Raw guest for a while."

"Ville Valo? As in the leader of HIM, Ville Valo?" Jeff asked, a smile on his face.

Viena smiled back. "Yeah, that's Ville," she replied with a laugh.

Rock and roll, rock and roll, I'm the King of rock and roll! Rock and roll, rock and ro—

"Hey, Bam," Viena said, flipping open her phone. "Me? Looking for your sorry ass, that's what I'm doing! … Yeah, I stayed for the whole speech and you left me there, you jackass! … Fine, fine, I'll be right there."

"You okay?" Jeff asked as she slid her phone back in the pocket of her black jeans.

"Yeah." Viena slid a hand through her hair, sighing slightly. "He's just an ass sometimes. I hope I see you later." She rode off, humming a HIM song under her breath.

"Yeah," Jeff said, watching her turn the corner. "Me, too."

Viena rode to where the ring was set up, seeing Bam lying in the corner on the ropes. "'Bout the time he said we could do anything we want." He watched as she climbed on the edge of the ring, leaning against the post his side was pressed against. "So, what should we do without our newfound freedom?"

"How about this?" Viena put her hands on Bam's side and pushed as hard as she could, sending the skateboarder crashing to the ring floor.

"You are so dead," he said, hand pressed to his side where it had collided with the ring floor as he glared at the laughing woman still on the ring edge. "Get in here. We'll settle this like Mageras."

"I'm not a Margera," Viena argued, going between the ropes to join her friend in the ring. "I'm a Valo."

Bam shrugged. "Then we'll do it the Margera-Valo way," he decided.

"What way is that? We'll pull a destructive prank and then get drunk and write a song?"

"Just shut up and fight me."

They faced each other in the ring before Bam rushed forward and put her in a headlock. Viena elbowed his stomach, his hold breaking as she elbowed him again. She pulled as hard as she could, sending him flying over the top rope when he hit it wrong. Viena climbed out of the ring herself, helping him up to his feet before sliding him into the ring, following behind. Bam stood up quickly, knocking Viena's feet out from under her. He straddled her stomach, holding her arms above her head. It wasn't really wrestling; it was more like a lazy fight between the two.

"You lose," Bam smirked, looking down at his friend.

Viena frowned. She used all her strength to flip them over so she was now straddling the other. "I win," she corrected, smirking. Clapping interrupted them and they looked over to the announcer's table. A man with about shoulder-length black hair dressed entirely in black leaned against the table, a smile on his face.

"Willa!" Viena exclaimed happily, jumping up off Bam and rushing over to hug her brother. Ville smiled as he hugged his sister back, looking back up as Bam joined them.

"You seem surprised to see me," he commented, his thick Finnish accent coating the words.

"Thought you were still touring," Bam replied, giving his friend a quick guy hug.

"Still am. I'm leaving Tuesday morning."

Viena practically beamed. "Willa! You can be a guest with me and Bambi!" she exclaimed happily.

Ville looked at Bam, obviously amused. "Bambi?" he asked. "What happened to Bammie?"

Bam shrugged. "She calls me both," he replied. "So, you gonna come tomorrow, or not?"

Ville smiled again, wrapping his arm around his sister's shoulders. "I'll be there," he said.

"Yay!" Viena exclaimed happily, hugging Ville again.

"Anything for you, Vinnie."

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I have no idea what the Margera-Valo way is, for the record. I just used what I said "pull a destructive prank and then get drunk and write a song" only because that's what me and my friends do sometimes when we have nothing better to do or are depressed and need to get happy. Plus, I thought it fit.