Summary: Karma Mallory loves playing with her best friend Chris' band but she honestly doesn't think anything will ever come of it. When fame comes knocking, she is not prepared for the whirlwind her life is about to become. Friendships are tested, lovers torn apart as the tumultuous world of rock 'n roll comes crashing down around a group of friends.

Featuring: Chris Jericho, Dave Batista, Shane McMahon, CM Punk (Phil), Jeff Hardy and Jacob Black (Twilight).

Regarding Jacob, as this is fan fiction, I've wiped his slate somewhat clean. In this story, vampires and werewolves don't exist. He left Forks because of a woman (who coincidentally happens to be Bella but she won't be guest appearing).

Disclaimer: I own nothing except Karma and Jonatha (and even then that might be going too far as Jonny happens to be based off of one of my best pals), and what might constitute a plot.

CHAPTER 1

"If you keep booking us in shitholes, I might quit."

Chris Irvine stared at his bassist, wondering if she was serious. The grim red line that was her mouth told him she was. "Now Jonny, how do you expect to get any exposure if we don't play anywhere and everywhere?"

Jonatha Collins stared at the lead singer of their band over the rims of her black sunglasses; piercing blue eyes boring holes into him. "Exposure to what, exactly?" She demanded in clipped tones. "Head lice and roaches?"

The keyboardist –Jacob Black- snorted, busy setting up.

"So walk." Chris folded his arms over his chest; arching a blond brow challengingly.

"She would, Chris, but it's a damn long trip by foot back to New York."

Jake grinned, looking up as the guitarist –Karma- moved between Chris and Jonatha. "There you are, I was afraid I was going to have to play peace keeper." He joked, smirking when Jonatha shot him a look and returned it with a wink.

Now it was Karma's turn to snort. "You, Jake? Play peace keeper, who the hell do you think you're fooling?"

"Everyone."

Shaking her head, Karma glanced back and forth between her friends. Best friends, one for each gender. Though they butted heads, a lot. Their little band, as Jonatha liked to refer to it as, was actually Chris' band.

Chris was the lead singer, of course. It suited him as he loved being the center of attention; all eyes on him, that sort of thing. It helped that he looked, dressed and acted like the rock star he was aspiring to be. Shoulder length blonde hair that he loved to flick and toss; intense blue eyes; tanned and built.

When he was onstage, he ran around in either vinyl or leather pants; usually black but on rare occasion he went with a gaudy silver and black muscle shirts, silver and black vests. Offstage, designer jeans that undoubtedly fell off the back of a truck, and shirts that could have been painted on.

The man was vain. He knew he looked like an Adonis and used it to his advantage.

Karma genuinely pitied his one night stands.

Jacob Black, or simply Jake, was the keyboardist; which at first had seemed a bit odd considering how tall he was. Well past the 6'5" mark, lean and muscular. If you didn't actually know him, he could be quite intimidating. He was a Native American, of a Quileute tribe out of Washington and that was all they really knew about him.

Or at least his past.

Whenever asked, all Jake would simply shrug and say he had gone off to seek his fame and fortune.

Karma and Jonatha both speculated there had been a woman in his life.

Rich, ebony hair that hung down to his chin and russet colored skin; Jake was very easy on the eyes. He also had a very generous mouth that was usually turned upwards into a mocking grin. He had a sarcastic sense of humor and wasn't afraid to unleash it at a moment's notice; but he also had a kind heart, even if he did try hiding it.

Jake was a jeans and a shirt kind of guy, but Chris had a 'dressing up' rule whenever they performed. Grudgingly, he sported leather pants onstage; always grumbling about how nobody could see his legs as he shimmied into them.

Then came the drummer, who one of them really knew besides Chris; as he was Chris' friend. Phil looked grungy, and he didn't really talk a lot; just grinned. When he did talk, it was usually about his straight edge lifestyle.

Usually, he was knocking back a few shots while explaining how straight edge worked.

Needless to say, Karma tried to steer clear of Phil.

Jonatha was an entity unto herself. She was bold as brass, tough as nails and yet frail as a snowflake all in one. She was also the one who normally told Chris where to go whenever he got too demanding, which always drew laments from Jake who would insist he had been about to do it.

On stage, she was as Chris liked to call it 'a bit on the Satanic side', or as Jake laughed 'Gothic Lite'. Jonatha offstage was a tomboy who wore make-up. Tall, curves that belied her feminine status no matter what she wore with long black hair and sapphire blue eyes; Jonatha looked like an angel but she was a demon.

Or could be.

Which left Karma herself. If she had to classify herself, she'd be a punk. When she was rocking her electric guitar onstage and then off of it too. Phil was… Phil. Jake had his good-nature with a side of sarcasm. Chris was charismatic and Jonatha was the 'tough cookie', the way Karma seen it, she was the glue that managed to hold them all together.

That and she was the only one who could tolerate Chris for extended periods of time. That could be because they had known each other for over two decades.

Their friendship was probably the reason she did the duets with Chris opposed to just vocals like Jonatha. That and Jonatha had told Chris flat out if he tried making her sing something that she termed 'retarded', she'd kill him.

"If we get head lice, Chris has to forfeit his share of the cut." Karma said with a grin; adjusting the suspenders that held her blue, gray and black plaid mini skirt up; the black sequined straps contrasting against the pale blue baby tee shirt she wore.

"Hey!" Chris protested, frowning when he seen her blue lips curving into the barest hint of a smile. Growling; he looped his arm around her waist; drawing her into him. "Not nice, Karm. Besides, if there was even the remotest of chance that I could get lice, you know damn well I'd be running in the opposite direction."

"Apparently, Chris missed the sarcasm behind Jonny's 'head lice' remark." Jake said dryly.

Jonatha snorted.

***

Karma looked around the bar/club from her place on stage; glad to be back in New York; at their regular haunt opposed to the last place Chris had gotten them… booked. She spotted some new faces among the many regulars, smiling when she was waved at.

When the song ended, Chris announced a short break and that was all the incentive she needed to carefully set her Stratocaster American Series HHS electric guitar (which had cost her damn near a thousand dollars but had been so worth it) tucked safely between its case and Jonatha's case.

Jonatha snorted, shaking her head as she gently set down her own Mexican Fender Jazz bass guitar behind the cases and leaned it against the partition. "Needing a drink too?" She chuckled.

"Don't you know it."

Laughing, they hopped off the stage to the bar floor; Jonatha kicking aside an empty beer can.

"Charming." Chris grunted, maneuvering between the women and wrapped his arm around Karma's shoulder. "That was amazing, ladies."

"Jonny, let's go get a beer." Jake gestured her towards the bar, smiling when she automatically moved away from Chris. "You buy the first round."

"Hell, I'll buy the second." She chuckled; shaking her head as she glanced over her shoulder.

Chris and Karma were best friends, and they had chemistry on the stage that was off the charts; she knew damn well that chemistry could extend off the stage if they would just realize they liked each other as more than friends and just go there already.

Like, how she would go there with Jake if she knew for certain he was ready to put behind whatever had happened to him and move on. As she wasn't certain yet, she was just chilling and waiting it out.

For now.

Patience wasn't one of her redeeming qualities.

***

"You know, it's a good thing you can sing or the rest of us would be fucked." Karma remarked, clinking her glass with Chris' before they each knocked back their vodka.

"You have the voice of an angel." He teased, reaching out to push a lock of her hair behind her ear; smiling when she automatically moved to stop him. "Vain wench."

"I am not vain."

Karma's hair was naturally a warm shade of brown; however, even though she was only in her late twenties, she had streaks of silver shooting through her tresses. Something that annoyed the ever loving shit out of her.

"Then stop worrying about your damn hair, you look hot, as always." Chris waited until she gave him a smile before refilling their glasses. "So, how did I really sound?"

Karma couldn't keep herself from laughing. And she was the vain one? "Awesome, as always." She answered finally, rolling her sparkling green eyes at him; smirking when he just pouted. "If it weren't for the fact that I don't date blonds, I'd have to suck your lip right now." She teased.

"Baby, you know you couldn't handle this." Chris licked his lips lewdly, gesturing at himself.

She promptly smacked his arm.

Chortling, Chris dropped a kiss on her cheek before going to mingle.

One of the oddly beautiful things about her and Chris was that they were a lot alike, except in gender. That and she kept her ego in check. Though she did play the field as often as he did, they were both smart enough to NOT play with each other however.

That was bad for business as the saying went.