AN: All righty then, here's a new one. I've always wanted to do a Motor City Machine Guns fic, and since they're hardly seen in TNA lately, I've wondered how they would do in the WWE. (Since their tag team division is pretty much dead right now.) Here's the result. Enjoy.


A Motor City Machine Love (Guns N Roses)

Chapter 1

In their hometown of Detroit, Michigan, hometown heroes and best friends Alex Shelley and Chris Sabin, also known as one of TNA's X Division tag teams, the Motor City Machine Guns, were headed down the streets of their city, with a dilemma on their hands...

"Can you believe this, man?" demanded Alex. "This is like, the 5th straight week in a row that we're not being used."

"They won't even let us cut a solid promo anymore, dude." agreed Chris. "Want to protest again? Y'know, get picket signs, sing old country tunes, chase down hot babes who walk down the street just for the hell of it?"

He chucked. "Tried it once, didn't work, remember?" he asked. "Remember the last time you stalked that chick with the crop top and booty shorts?"

Chris paused. "You know, stalked is such a STRONG word. More like...observed." he smirked.

"Yeah, after you OBSERVED that chick, she sprayed you with mace and kneed you in the family jewels! You were crying." laughed Alex.

He crossed his arms and mumbled, "..Did not...Now stop making me feel bad and let's get back to our original problem." he said. "We're getting one hell of a lot less TV time..."

"And not to mention that our paychecks are also getting one hell of a lot smaller." he agreed. "This is a conspiracy, man! We're TNA Originals, the Motor City Machine Guns! Everyone loves us! I mean, who wouldn't love fun, charismatic, sexy studs like us?"

Chris chuckled childishly. "I'm sexy..."

"Exactly! Something needs to be done about this, Sabin. We have to find a way to get us back on the map again." Shelley said surely.

"But how? Aren't our contracts set to expire next week?" asked Chris.

He ran a hand through his spiky hair. "True. Well, what should we do about it?"

"Um...let's get laid first and THEN worry about it!" he cheered.

Smirking, Alex playfully thunked him on the forehead with his thumb and forefinger.

"OW! Why'd you thunk me, bunghole?" he demanded.

"Cause I can, DILLWEED. Now come on, we need to go somewhere and think." he replied, dragging him along.

Soon, they approached a local music store and decided to look inside.

"Woo hoo! Metal section, here comes Daddy!" Chris exclaimed, running off like a happy 5 year old.

"Make it quick, we got other things to do!" Alex called. He headed to look in the rock section and was about to grab a Shinedown CD, before his hand landed on top of a smaller, more petite hand.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" they both said at the same time, before looking at each other for the very first time. The small, petite beauty looked up at him before shakily putting the CD back in its place, speechless. Alex felt speechless, almost becoming immediately smitten with the woman before him. Neither of them said a word, while in the background, Chris was arguing with another customer.

"No, I'm right, your head IS shaped like a lemon!" he cried.

"IS NOT!" the customer cried.

"Yes it is, cause I'm Chris Sabin, and I'm always right, so HA! Plus, my best buddy Alex agrees, right, Al?" he asked, joining him. Then, he saw his friend's frozen state. "Al? Well...oh!" he realized, seeing that he and the woman were still staring at each other. "Shelley? Yello? Earth to Shelley, there is a beautiful chick about 2 feet away from you, and I'm telling you to make your first move." Chris muttered.

"I...I...I...I...I...I..." he stuttered.

"Uh, you can um, have the CD if you want to. Ok?" the woman asked shyly.

"Umumumumumumummm..." he babbled.

"Hi!" Chris poked in. "Uh, my friend here's a little nervous, so I'll speak for him. My name is Chris Sabin, and here's my best buddy, Alex Shelley. We're two pretty studly dudes, if I say so myself...Say something, Al."

"..." he replied, twiddling his fingers.

And then there was an awkward silence.

"Well, it's um, nice to meet you guys! Um, I have to go now, ok? Bye!" she exclaimed quickly, scurrying out of the store.

"Hmm. Must've been intimidated by our hotness. Now as for YOU, Shelley, what the hell's going on with you? You're usually always good with the ladies!" exclaimed Chris. "Why'd you freeze up?"

"Because she's probably the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life." he finally replied.

"Well, why couldn't you say that 5 minutes ago?" he demanded.

Suddenly, Alex freaked out and grabbed Chris by the collar. "What do I do, man? I had the perfect chance to work my charm on her and I failed. I may never see her again!"

He placed his hands on Alex's shoulders and replied, "Shelley. We are the Guns. We do not flip out over one chick, because we can always find plenty more in the huge sea that is Detroit. Now let's head to the nearest bar and start looking from there."

But before they could leave, a brick flew past their heads.

"What the hell?" demanded Alex.

"My head does NOT have the lemon shape of which you speak of!" cried the angry customer.

Chris growled and tossed the brick back at him. "You-you-Kick rocks, buttmunch! Let's go, Alex."

As the two left, the girl that they met was hiding behind a wall, watching the two head off. She tried to stop herself from blushing. "Oh, my God, how cute was he?" she smiled to herself. "Maybe I should've stayed longer." Then, she got a text from her friend Mickie saying, "AJ, we're waiting 4 u at the mall! Where R U?"

She texted back, "Oopsie! On my way! C ya! :)"


Later that day, the Guns were at the nearest bar, drinking away while Alex still had the mystery girl on his mind...

"What's wrong with me, Sabin? The one time it really matters, I freeze up like a wuss. Am I losing it?" he asked.

Chris took another swig of his drink. "No, you are not. And don't call yourself a wuss, only wusses call themselves a wuss. Now like I said, any minute now, some hot chick or two will come strolling in here, and you'll forget all about your mystery girl, ok?" he asked.

Right after he finished speaking, Alex's cell phone rang. "Oh, God, I hope that's not Gram Gram inviting me to another book club meeting."

Shocked, Chris shot him a look. "What?"

"...What?" Alex asked back before answering his phone. "Hello?"

Shocked at who was on the other end, he dropped his bottle. "Vince McMahon from WWE?" he cried.

Chris let out a girlish scream, tossed his bottle aside to where it clocked some dude on the head, and listened in on the conversation.

"Yes...you have?...yeah...yeah...you DO?...ok, ok, let me ask Chris.." he paused.

"What'd he say?"

"He heard about how our time's nearly up in TNA, so he's asking for us to come to a meeting at WWE headquarters for a possible contract signing!" he exclaimed excitedly and quickly.

"Dude! This is perfect for us! It's the hugest company in the world, pays some serious dough, and do you know how much more notoriety we'll get?" Chris exclaimed. "Say yes, dude, say YES!"

"Ok, ok!" he cried, going back on the phone. "Yes, sir, we're on our way and we'll be there as soon as we can...Thank you so much, sir!" He hung up the phone. "Dude, we're IN!"

"WOOHOO!" he cheered, sharing a manly handshake with his fellow Detroit native. "Titan Towers, the Guns are headed your way!"


Meanwhile, AJ Lee, along with her new best friends, Mickie James, Maria Kanellis, and Candice Michelle were all at the mall, gossiping and sipping lattes. Although she was mostly in NXT, she never really knew anyone there until she first met Mickie and the two became fast friends. Through her, she also met and became friends with Maria and Candice, along with many other Superstars and Divas on the roster. She couldn't be happier with the life that she was living, but now a new problem occurred for her. Just who WAS that man that she met in the record store earlier, and would she ever see him again?

"Ooh, you met a guy?" exclaimed Maria. "What'd he look like, what'd he say?"

"Gosh, well, he was pretty tall, I could tell that he had a great body, he had this sexy streak in his hair that just SCREAMED rebel, and he's super hot." she blushed. "His name's Alex Shelley."

"Hmm, cute name!" smiled Candice. "What'd he say to you?"

"Well...he didn't really say anything." she said, nervously twirling around a strand of her hair.

"Did YOU say anything?" asked Mickie.

"...No."

"WHY NOT?" the three demanded at once.

"Well, his friend did most of the talking. We just stood there, staring at one another the whole time. Girls, I had a chance to say something and I blew it!" she cried, disappointed.

"What did you do instead?" asked Mickie.

"I did the only sensible thing and ran out of there."

They groaned.

"What?"

"April, a bit of advice from someone who's dated a lot. When you meet a potential beau, you do NOT run. He's going to think wrong of you because of that." said Candice. "He might even think that there's something wrong with him or something."

"How could there be anything wrong with him? He's perfect! If anything, there's something wrong with ME! I really hate being a geek sometimes. It always screws up whatever I try to do." she said sadly.

"Hey, don't talk that way about yourself!" Mickie scolded. "You're fine just the way you are. You just got a little nervous around him, that's all. Perfectly normal."

"It's not normal." she replied sadly. "Besides, he'll probably never see me again, much less remember me."