Pure Intentions
Chapter One: Unexpected Victory

A/N: I'm mentally slapping myself for writing something that involves an OC. I swore I'd never do it- but I did it anyways. Now, I don't expect any reviews; I'm purely writing this just for the fun of it (coughs- and Shawn). ;)

"You did not just oggle Sheamus!" Chris Irvin (a.k.a Chris Jericho) jokingly exclaimed to his younger sister Violet. She rolled her green eyes and crossed her arms.

"No way in hell, doofus." She bitterly replied.

The two blonde-haired siblings walked down the hallway backstage at Monday Night RAW. Passing by Batista, Sheamus, and many other superstars and divas along the way.

Chris had forced Violet into going with him to the show, even though she furiously resented the WWE for a numerous amount of reasons. One, for selling out and turning into a terrible money obsessed company, and two, for developing the most idiotic and brainless storylines ever.

Once, as a little girl, she had been a fan. Now, she absolutely loathed wrestling, and the fact that her brother was one of the most recognized professional wrestlers out there did not help one bit. He still insisted on bringing her to every event though.

Chris grinned, amused at her annoyance. "Lighten up, sis. Being here, and being in the World Wrestling Entertainment is a blast. Have some fun."

They arrived at the doorway of the superstars locker room. Nothing, Violet was certain of, could convince her. After all, it was her desicion to hate the company, not his.

"I won't, Chris. I will never find it as entertaining as you do. Just leave me be." Her normally soft and sweet voice contained a tone of indignancy. His smirk dropped.

"Just come out and watch my match, please, Vi." Her brother pleaded gently, his blue eyes silently begging her. "I'm going up against Cena tonight, and I really want you there."
Violet felt guilty for ripping on his beloved career, and sighed in frustration as he continued to torture her with his pensive eyes.

"Fine, Chris." She finally agreed, not being able to stand his look of despair. "I'll be there."

In one moment, the Ayatollah of Rock 'n Rollah's face lit up, tossing away the image of the cocky, demeaning persona he portrayed on TV. "Thank you, Vi."

She smiled, and embraced her brother in a joyous and whole-hearted hug.

"Well, well, Chris, who is this young lady?" Came a sudden low voice.

The kin pulled away and turned their attention to the looming figure. There stood the Viper himself, Randy Orton.

"Oh...Randy," Chris said, his voice abruptly transitioning from cheerful to protective. Violet tried not to meet the gaze of the Legend Killer, who was staring mildly at her. "This is my little sister, Violet." Y2J introduced warily, wrapping his arm around her slender, feminine waist.

"Nice to meet you, Violet." Randy responded, his voice cool and somewhat suspicious. In one motion, his hand seized hers and his head bent down to place his smooth lips upon it. Chris growled, unaware of Randy's intentions, but assuming they were not good. The younger Irvin slowly receeded her hand back and hid her disgust.

"I noticed you were--"

"Leave her alone, Orton."

All three of them turned their attention to the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels. Violet's breath caught in her throat.

Her mind was flooded with memories of him. From matches she had witnessed earlier on in her (and Chris') life. Admittedly, she was always a fan. From the first time she had laid eyes on him, to the time she had met him at a signing Chris had also dragged her to. She admired him, but was too embarrassed to confess it to her older brother. It would mean that she was actually a fan of one of the wrestlers who was employed in both a company and environment she hated. And Chris wouldn't let that go if he knew.

"This is none of your business, Shawn." The younger man hissed, showing animosity to the showstopper, the legend himself. Chris and Violet stayed silent as a faint war went on between the two superstars.

"It is my business, Randy. I know what your planning on doing, and I have a problem with it." Shawn challenged, glaring at RKO with intensity in his baby blues.

Randy scoffed. "Whatever, Shawn. Retire already and save yourself some trouble." He remarked before stomping away.

Chris shook his head, watching him sulk off. "He has no respect for you."

Shawn agreed. "He has no respect for anyone."

Violet glanced towards HBK and spoke for the first time in several minutes. "Thank you."

Mr. Wrestlemania's pearly white teeth shone as he smiled. "No problem."

The Showstopper bade farewell to the siblings and returned to the locker room. Not before Chris could shout to him: "I'll be watching your match!"

Violet felt her heart beat return to normal, finally noticing that it had earlier began a faster pace. From the room, came Shawn's voice.

"And I'll yours."

The sister of Y2J could almost feel him grinning.

1...2...

Another kickout. Chris cried out in frustration, getting back up on his feet. Violet observed this match from backstage, watching the monitor whilst biting her nails in nervousness. Her brother's incredible ability along with the Champ's, John Cena, proved to be very intense.

Come on, Chris. She encouraged in her mind, He has nothing on you.

He took Cena's legs into his arms as he attempted "The Walls of Jericho." This move proved futile when John countered by breaking free from Chris' grip and kicking him in the abdomen.
The fans cheered as the ever popular Chain Gang Soldier opted to pin his opponent.

1...2..

Violet threw her hands up into the air upon seeing Chris' leg fly up. Preventing himself from defeat. "You can do it, Chris!" She shouted. Getting lost in the moment and actually enjoying herself.

The blonde haired superstar tried his finisher again, but prevailed this time. Agony was written of her brother's face as he pulled and stretched Cena's body.

"You really love eachother, don't you?"

In fright, Violet jumped at the sudden noise. She wheeled around to face Shawn Michaels. Grin and all.

"You startled me!" She exclaimed, the pitch of her voice unusually high. He chuckled as his smile broadened.

"Sorry," He apologized.

Violet's eyes found his, and her knees buckled. "Its o-okay... and yes...I--we do." She stated. Mentally kicking herself for acting so juvenile in front of one of her idols. He's just another wrestler, Violet, another wrestler. Calm yourself.

She heard the faint sound of the crowd as she breathed deeply.

"I honestly love the feeling of close knit families, don't you?" He inquired, sitting himself on one of the black, leather couches in front of the screen.

Violet Irvine nodded and agreed with the older man. "Chris and I... we're all that we both have."

Shawn's piercing eyes widened in curiousity.

The Canadian didn't think before she spoke again. "Our parents and grandparents died within these last ten years. And we're smart enough not to become divided like the rest of our family. Who've been in a fight since forever."

She had no idea why she was telling him this, but she felt particularily comfortable in doing so. Unconsiously, she took a seat in one of the armchairs.

HBK's expression softened in sympathy. "I'm sorry about that," He said, "I know what that feels like."

Violet realized what she had just done- told her tragic story to someone she hardly knew. "No, I'm sorry... I shouldn't have told you that. I feel like such a fool." The younger Irvine paused before asking him, "How's your family?"

The Heartbreak Kid hesitated before replying. "...I'm recently divorced... but still fighting for my kids."

Her jaw slightly dropped open in shock, feeling a tug on her heartstrings. "I'm..I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better... your a - your a great father."

The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them. Within seeing him give her a questionable look, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

"I saw a documentary on your life, and the way you care for you kids is amazing." She admitted, keeping her head down and not gazing back up at him. His incredible, contagious laughter surrounded her, Violet raised her glance.

"Why thank you," He responded, grinning more than ever, "That means a lot to me."

1...2...3!

The bell rang and the audience gave mixed reactions to the winner. Violet turned her attention back to the screen. She saw her brother, raising his hands in victory, as John Cena remained lying on the mat, exhausted.

The unexpected win caused the sister of the Ayatollah of Rock 'n Rollah to bolt to her feet and jump in happiness. "Yes!!" She cried, clearly excited for her brother.

She watched as Chris walked up the ramp, waiting to congratulate him. Shawn stood up and gave an applause. In a thoughtless moment, Violet enclosed Mr. Wrestlemania in a short embrace. The older man was caught by surprise but wrapped his arms around her aswell.

"Vi--"

Chris was interrupted by the sight before him. His sister enveloped with one of his wrestling admirations in a hug. The two pulled away when he came towards them.

"Chris!" Violet cried, ambushing him and attaching her thin arms around his waist. He threw a confused look Shawn's way but accepted the hug.

"I knew you'd win!" Violet chirped happily.

Shawn shook Chris' hand, impressed by his abrupt win over Cena. "Congrats, man."

"Thanks." Y2J replied with sincerity, ready to start celebrating. Even if was a non-title match that he had just won, he was still as satisfied.

"Lets go, Vi." Chris suggested, making his way to the dressing room, leaving his sister and Shawn alone.

"..."

"I'd love to talk with you again."

More word vomit.

"I mean... next time... at RAW?"

The Showstopper laughed in amusement. "I'd like that."

"See you later?"

"See you later." Shawn confirmed, grinning like always.

"Violet!" They heard Chris call from the hallway.

"Coming!" She cried, rushing out of the room, looking over her shoulder to see Shawn wave goodbye.

Haha, that was horrible writing. But I kinda love how it panned out. x)