Couldn't resist writing this one. I'll add more if you like it.

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It's Evan Bourne and my new OC Roxy.

The hallway was almost silent, as it was quite late now. The wrestlers and backstage workers had gone back to their hotels or to their homes. An echo could be heard throughout the brick walls of the backstage area.

Roxy walked casually down the hallway with her paperwork. She couldn't wait to finish up, so that she could take off her heels. She wore them because in her line of work, it wasn't really acceptable to wear her beloved baseball boots. She was an accountant. Boring yes, but her father had always heavily discouraged her from following him into wrestling. He told her to get a job that was secure and paid well.

She was surprised when he'd called her up six months ago. She was looking for a position, and an accounting one had become available at WWE.

Her dad promised her that no strings were pulled to get her the job. She had taken her mother's surname to distinguish herself separately. It wasn't as if they looked alike either. She was tall with blonde hair and hazel eyes.

Her father was well known in the company. He was quite similar to what you saw on TV. He and Roxy's mother were never married. Before she was born, her mother already had two sons, Kurt and Brandon. They looked out for Roxy.

Curiosity got the better of her, and she walked over to see what the noise was. A dark haired young man was using the training ring. Climbing the turnbuckle, he leapt off like an acrobat. Roxy watched, amazed as he somersaulted in the air, landing neatly on the mat below.

She stood in a state of shock, at what she had just witnessed. It looked beautiful. She could never do something like that. Correction, her dad would forbid her from doing something like that. Never mind that she was twenty-five years old.

To her surprise the young man got up and did the whole thing again. He seemed happier with the results this time. He got out of the ring and grabbed a bottle of water. He put on a black t-shirt, with a design that said "Airbourne" on the front.

Roxy sighed quietly, carrying on down the corridor. Reaching the corner before her office, half of the papers slipped from her hands. Cursing to herself, she bent over to pick them up. Not as easy as she thought, wearing a tight grey pencil skirt.

Gathering up some of the papers, Roxy was surprised when a hand picked up the other papers. She glanced up, seeing the dark haired young man.

"Thank you." She said, still picking up some other paperwork.

"No problem." He smiled.

"You looked amazing in the ring." She blurted out, before biting her lip.

"Really, you saw?" he asked, genuinely interested.

"Yeah, when you jumped off the turnbuckle…" she shook her head in disbelief.

"That's my signature move, Airbourne." He told her.

"Oh." Roxy replied, pointing to his t-shirt.

"You work for the company?" he asked.

"Mm, accounts." She blushed at how boring she sounded.

"You're not hoping to be a diva?" the man asked.

"No." she shook her head.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you end up here?" he asked.

"My dad told me there was a job available. He works for the company." She replied.

"Is he a wrestler?"

"Used to be. He generally does announcing and marketing now."

"Do I know him?" the young man asked her.

"If I tell you his name you will." She said, as he thought quietly.

"Mm, ok." He grinned.

"John Layfield or JBL as he's known." Roxy sighed.

"Oh, I didn't realise Miss Layfield."

"Actually it's Miss Bennett. I don't want people to think I got a free pass."

"So, what's your first name Miss Bennett?" the young man asked.

"Roxy. That's what I prefer. My full name is longer." She grinned.

"I'm curious." He replied.

"Ok, I'll tell you if you tell me your name." She said.

"You don't know my name?" he raised an eyebrow.

"I'm stuck in an office all day." She reasoned.

"Ok, my name is Matt Korklan. My ring name is Evan Bourne." He smiled.

"I think I remember the name." She smiled back at him.

"Your turn now." He gestured.

"My name is Roxanne Elizabeth Layfield Bennett. Just call me Roxy." She blushed.

"I will." He smiled.

Roxy looked at the papers in her hands and realised that she was on her way to her office. She looked at Matt.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go file these papers."

"It's ok, I'm gonna have a shower." He smiled, walking past her.

"See you again." She said.

"Hey, do you need a ride to anywhere?" he stopped and called out.

"I do, but it'll be ok. I'll call someone." She replied.

"No, I'll drive you." He grinned.

She nodded and entered her office. She began filing the papers, attaching some together with a staple. She looked at the clock. It was almost midnight now. She filed the last paper, before checking her diary for the next day.

Locking the office, she fastened up her purple coat, attempting to block out the freezing temperatures outside. Most of the lights were out now. She walked down the corridor, passing the ring and the locker rooms, before spotting Matt by the drinks machine.

"Have you been waiting long?" she asked.

"No." he replied.

"Oh, good." She smiled.

He held open the door for her, walking down to his car. It was a silver rental. Roxy sat in the passenger seat, grateful for the car heater on a cold night. Evan turned the engine on and pulled out of the car park.

"So, where are you from?" he asked her.

"I was born in Dallas, Texas." She replied.

"I'm from St Louis, Missouri." He said.

"Cool." She replied.

She made a mental note to pay more attention to the wrestlers in future. She was already sounding like a complete idiot. She racked her brains, thinking of something to say, to fill the silence on the car journey.

"What other moves do you have?" she asked.

"Apart from Airbourne?" he asked.

Roxy nodded.

"I do dropkicks, hurricanrana…you know what that one is?" he asked.

"It sounds familiar." The blonde blushed at her lack of knowledge on wrestling.

"It's where you get your legs around your opponent's neck and pull them down." He explained, as Roxy nodded slowly.

"I don't know how you do it. Jumping off the top of the turnbuckle." She shrugged.

"You scared of heights?" Matt asked her.

"No." she shook her head.

"I bet you'd love it. The rush you get is incredible." He grinned.

"My dad wouldn't let me anywhere near the ring." Roxy shook her head.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Twenty five." She replied.

"Why do you care what your dad thinks?" he shrugged.

"Because he's very protective of me." She said, folding her arms.

"Ok, but what do you think?" Matt looked at her seriously.

"About what?" Roxy asked, seeing his eyes sparkling.

"If I was to ask you to come and train in the ring…" he smiled.

"What? No way!" she shook her head.

"Who's talking here, Roxy or JBL?" Matt asked her.

"It does look amazing." She sighed.

"So do you wanna learn?" he asked her.

"What do I tell dad?" she asked.

"Nothing at all. If we're there late on a night, he won't know." Matt smiled.

Roxy felt herself smiling back at him. She wanted to get away from the cluttered office and feel free. Matt seemed like a really nice guy. He wanted to help her. She did worry about what her dad would do though. She wasn't a little girl anymore.

"Ok, I accept." She smiled.

"I'll be seeing you tomorrow then." He smiled back at her.

"This is just between you and me?" Roxy looked at Matt.

"Absolutely." He nodded.

Roxy nodded too, smiling at the thought of being rebellious for once. After all, she had followed her dad's advice and became an accountant. Now she was going to do something that she wanted to. And she couldn't wait.

Well, that's the first chapter, but I'm hoping to do more.

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(I know JBL isn't with WWE at present, but I wanted to do something different, rather than have her dad be Shawn Michaels or Undertaker.)