OC's: Jessie Martin, Chris Gabel, and Troy Cabrerra

Wrestlers: Randy Orton, John Cena, Jeff Hardy and more!…

Jessie was an eleven year old girl who'd been through hell, until she meets a wrestler who will help give her the one thing she always wanted…a family.

Jessie Martin was sitting in the windowsill with her hands crossed against her left leg as she looked towards the moving cars on the street below. Her heart was wrenching as she recalled the suckish life that left her here in this ridiculous place known as Greenwood Home for the Misplaced. She hated that name almost as much as she hated her parents that left her years ago. Oh well, "They suck balls", she thought. She sighed and stamped out her lit cigarette and threw it into the trash. It was almost time for her daily meeting with Chris, her counselor/worker.

She opened the door to Chris's office and slowly sat down in the chair that was positioned next to him on the right side of his desk. Chris didn't bother to look up from his stack of papers before speaking. "Why do you smell like smoke?" Jessie sighed, how stupid was he? She knew he didn't take kindly to smart mouths or smokers so she did what she does best…lie.

"I was helping Lindsey in the kitchen when a small fire broke out. It wasn't too bad just left a lot of smoke in the room." She knew he couldn't check her story out because the kitchen was closed since they were having several WWE superstars there tomorrow. So everyone was in overdrive trying to make the place look spotless.

"Sure," he said with raised eyebrows. He looked up from his paper with those steely gray eyes and turned to face her. "You're eleven years old, smoking is bad if I catch you smoking or lying to me again You're going to get it, got it?" Jessie nodded and lowered her head.

"I wasn't lying you know there was a fire." Chris smiled; she would never let a lie go down without a fight. He went back to his paper work. Jessie opened her mouth to speak but Chris cut her off.

"I want you to do me a favor?" Jessie looked up at him…his favors were never panned out well for her. "I have two wrestlers who are interested in investing here and they want a kid to show them around. " Jessie made a face; she hated people who came around once a year to clean their consciences and were never seen from again. "Now now, before you start that, you will get something in return." This peaked Jessie's interest. "If you do this, and do it well, I'll buy you a real drawing set." Jessie's big brown eyes got wide. Sketching was her whole life but she couldn't do it nearly as well as she waned simply because no one ever bought her anything so she had to settle for the scraps that were left in the bags people always left outside. Jessie being ever so…well..Jessie wouldn't let her standings die.

"What if I don't wanna do this," she said with confusion in her voice. Chris again looked up from his paperwork.

"You don't want to know the answer to that." She nodded and agreed.

"Fine."

"There's my good girl." She sighed, she did love Chris even when he called her on her crap.

"So what do I have to do?" Chris shook his head.

"Just walk around, show them the premises and be nice. I'll do the rest." She nodded. "Ok, now get back to your chores, I have work to do." Jessie sighed and left. She had been sentenced to extra chores last week for getting into a fight with another girl. In her defense it really wasn't her fault seeing as how Leslie pushed her down and slapped her. Jessie was just defending herself. She was actually quite proud because she at eleven had beat up a fourteen year old pretty good. She had left her with two black eyes and a really bruised nose. Jessie went into the closet and grabbed the soap bucket and sponge and got down on her knees to scrub the hallway floor. This should be fun, she thought.

That night Jessie lay back in her bed with her bones aching from all the scrubbing and washing she'd done. She glanced across the room filled with a dozen other beds and sighed. At least when she was with her parents, or the donors as she called them she had her own room. That was the highlight in her six years with them. Those years were hell for her, but somehow she'd gotten through it and been here ever since.

"NO! Please don't. Stop, I'll be good!" The flame moved closer where it was almost to her face and she

screamed. "I won't touch it ever again, I'm sorry!"

"Too late," the menacing voice said. She closed her eyes again here it comes.

Jessie sat up violently with sweat all over her body. This sucked these stupid nightmares kept coming back. Five years and she still had to deal with this crap. Slowly she laid back down on her bed and glanced at the clock. 4:57 Crap! It was too early and she knew that she'd never get back to sleep after that nightmare. Slowly she crawled out of bed and bent down to grab her pack of cigarettes that she hid carefully behind the headboard. She tip toed out of the room and quietly made her way down to the backdoor in the kitchen. Once outside she quickly lit up and enjoyed the cigarette in its essence, slowly calming her nerves. She gingerly touched her face. She grunted the stupid scar was still there.

Hours passed and the sun was rising. Jessie threw the now empty pack of cigarettes into the bushes and quickly walked back upstairs before anyone noticed she was gone. She had to get into the shower quickly and wash off the smoke or she would never be able to sit again. Chris had always kept his promises good or bad and she respected him for that. A sigh of relief came over her as she realized that no one was up yet. Quickly she grabbed a set of clothes out of her small drawer and headed towards the shower. She almost made it when she bumped into someone. Her heart stopped when she saw who it was…Chris. Jessie cursed under her breath.