This was going to be a one-shot, but my oh so creative mind wouldn't stop thinking about what was going to happen, so this is now a short story. It's based on the song "The One" by Limp Bizkit. I don't own the song, nor do I own Alex Shelley.

Chapter One

Dead from all the loneliness

And this is how I feel

Understanding everything has never been my deal

Among the various personalities and differing body types surrounding him, Alex Shelley stood apart. It wasn't that he didn't want to be around his fellow wrestlers, it was that he just simply wanted a change of scene.

He was tired of hanging around the same people, doing the same things week in and week out, talking about the same stories over and over. He wanted to hang out with somebody new. Somebody who could set his heart and soul on fire. Somebody who could love him the way no other could.

Even with all the friends he had, Alex Shelley was lonely. And only one thing could cure his lonesomeness.

A girlfriend.

Granted, he was so busy with his wrestling career that he could hardly be with a girlfriend. But he couldn't stand coming home to an empty house back in Detroit. He couldn't stand the thought of being loveless one more day. He looked at the relationship his best friend Chris Sabin had with his girlfriend of eight months and secretly desired that he had the same thing.

Alex sighed deeply. Glancing around the room, he cursed himself for ever coming to Frankie Kazarian's wedding reception. Everyone there had dates. Every guy there had a woman on his arm.

Everyone except for him.

His loneliness reached an all-time high at that moment. How he wished he could be like the men in the room, blissful with the women they adored. But unfortunately, he wouldn't know that feeling.

At least not tonight.

Having the urge to drink down his sorrows, Alex got up and made a beeline for the bar, not even stopping to answer Frankie's question of whether he wanted to dance with his bride. Once at the bar, Alex got the attention of the bartender and ordered a rum and coke. He took a long swig of the intoxicating drink and sighed once again.

Thoughts began racing his mind about how his life would be with a woman around. Not just any woman, but a great woman, a woman who would love him for who he was on the inside, and not just because he was this great X-Division TNA wrestler with great charisma and technical ring skills. He imagined how they would spend their time together: Going to rock concerts, playing disc golf, and watching every zombie movie known to man. Why was he making his life a living hell like this? Why was he denying himself a chance at the woman of his dreams?

Alex was so in thought that he didn't even see a brunette-haired, green-eyed woman take her seat next to him and order the exact same drink he did. In fact, he was so in thought that he didn't even realize she had begun talking to him until she lay a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Alex jumped slightly at the touch before speaking.

"Huh?"

"I said, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Alex responded, never once meeting eyes with the girl.

"It doesn't sound like it."

"I said I'm fine," Alex retorted before finally turning his head to the right and witnessing who he was talking to.

The second he did, he wished he had never spoken to her that harshly.

"Okay then, sorry that I asked," the woman responded in an annoyed tone before paying the bartender and beginning to walk away.

"No, no, no, wait," Alex reached out to grab her. She stopped in her tracks and stared at him.

"What?"

"I'm sorry I yelled at you," Alex apologized. "I just feel like I don't belong here."

"Because you don't have a date?" The woman sat back down next to him, wanting to know his answer.

"Yeah. Sad, huh?"

"Yeah, it kind of is," she smiled back. "I mean, what kind of woman wouldn't want to be here with you? Actually, I'm here alone, too."

"You don't have a date, either?"

She shook her head.

"Wow, I wouldn't have thunk it," Alex responded in amazement. "You're absolutely beautiful. Any man would be grateful to have you on his arm."

"You think?"

She watched as Alex nodded in agreement. Chuckling softly, she replied.

"Well, I can say the same for you also. So, do you know the bride or groom?"

"Yeah, I know both of them," Alex answered. "I work with them. How about you?"

"I don't know either," she shrugged. "But I will, since I'm now working with them."

"Really?" Alex was suddenly interested. "So you're the newest member of TNA, huh?"

"Yeah. I'm the new Knockout. Dixie had me sign my contract yesterday."

"Congratulations."

"Thank you," she smiled at him.

"So, I guess that means we're coworkers, huh?" Alex chuckled.

"I guess so."

"Well then, I'm looking forward to seeing you out in the ring."

"You too."

Silence suddenly fell upon the two. The only thing you could hear between them was the blaring music and a very drunk Jay Lethal crying out, "I'm king of the world!". Finishing her drink, she grabbed her purse and got up.

"Well, anyway, it was nice speaking with you."

"Wait," Alex stopped her. "I don't know your name."

"Oh, where are my manners?" She rolled her eyes and extended her arm. "Danielle Morris."

"Alex Shelley," he responded as he shook her hand. "Pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise," Danielle smiled. "Well, you have a great night."

"You too. Maybe I'll see you on Monday, huh?"

"Maybe."

He watched as she walked over to Kaz and his bride, congratulated them, and walked out the building. Somewhere deep down inside Alex's heart, a small fire began to burn. She looked like the woman he was dreaming about: short, dark hair, beautiful eyes, killer curves, and a smile to die for. Not only that, but just talking to her for those few minutes told him that there was more to her than what he just met. Something told him that she was the woman he just needed to know more about.

Too bad he would have to wait until Monday.

So what do you think? All comments, good or bad, are appreciated!