~ This is a new story I'm trying out, please let me know if you like it. Keegan Malloy is mine any similarities are accidental; this is all fictional. Please review and let me know what you think. Honesty is the best policy ~

Lauren Williams = Angelina Love

Jamie Szantyr = Velvet Sky

This is what Keegan looks like: (I couldn't get the hyperlink to wok like I wanted, so if you would like to see what Keegan looks like please copy and paste. Thank-you)

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~Chapter 1~

Chris Sabin was lounging in the locker room that he shared with his tag team partner, Alex Shelley. He was waiting for the younger boy to return from retrieving a script for the nights taping. Chris was absently flipping through the magazine he had bought from the airport last night. He'd slept most of the flight from Danbury Connecticut back to Orlando, and had not gotten the chance to read the magazine he had purchased. Just then Alex came in looking over the script for the evening.

"Can you believe that Angelina Jolie wants to adopt another kid?" Chris threw at him.

Alex raised an eyebrow at his long time friend. "You don't say."

"Yeah man. That'll be like what… 17."

Alex indulged himself in a chuckle before addressing more important matters.

"So, we're finally turning. We get to give Creed major attitude tonight after the match."

"So that means we're losing again," Chris sighed.

"To quote Cornett 'we're just waiting for the right time to let you break out'."

"Well fuck, they wait any longer and it'll be time for us to retire."

"Tell me about it," Alex tossed the heavy booklet down onto the bench.

Chris went back to his magazine with a roll of his baby blues.

"Why do you read that crap?" Alex questioned reappearing from the small connecting bathroom.

The blonde shrugged. "I don't know, lack of anything else."

Alex laughed. "So don't like pick up a book or anything, just rot your brain with all the garbage in the gossip columns."

"Yup."

The brunette shook his head fishing his cell phone out of his duffel bag.

"Dude, she's gotta be due for rehab soon," Chris muttered.

"Dare I ask who this week?" Alex ventured.

"Keegan Malloy. There's a picture of her literally being carried out of a club. Even all passed out she's still hot as hell." Chris offered the page to Alex.

Alex glanced up at the picture of the young girl sprawled out in the arms of her large body guard while he tried to escape unseen out of a back alley of a club.

"Hmm, didn't she have a movie come out just last month?" He asked.

"Yeah, the cool one where she played the double agent, she was bad ass in that bro. Man that little black dress she wore at the end should've been illegal it was so damn hot."

Alex chuckled at his friend. "Isn't that the one you dragged me to with Lauren and Jamie?"

"Uh-huh." Chris nodded. "Speaking of which, they wanted to know if we would go out with them tonight after the show."

"Aww man, I don't know. Anyone else going?"

"A bunch of people I guess. You know they bring the party man."

"Dude, you gotta stop talking to Jamie so much, you're beginning to sound just like her," Alex laughed.

Chris shrugged. "It might not be such a bad idea if you went though. Word on the street is a certain knockout's got the hotts for you."

Alex furrowed his eyebrows. With a shake of his head he proceeded to check his e-mail.

"Not that I'm trying to set you up or anything, but like would a double date really be a bad thing?" Chris continued.

"Here we go again," Alex couldn't help but to roll his chestnut brown eyes. "Not everyone needs to be paired up like we're on Noah's Ark, I'm fine. You make it sound like I don't go out at all."

"You don't."

"Read your magazine and never mind my love life," the brunette glared.

"I'm done, you can look at it. I'm gonna go find the girls and tell them we're in," Chris stood up from the bench and stretched.

"I didn't say I was going," Alex reminded.

"I know," the blonde threw a smirk back on his way out the door.

"Chris," the younger boy called in vain.

Alex heaved a sigh in partial annoyance. His partner meant well, but he really just wished Chris would mind his own business. Alex had a sneaking suspicion who the certain knockout was, and even though he liked Lauren as a friend, she just wasn't what he was looking for; hell he wasn't even looking at this point. After perusing his e-mail, he glanced down at the tabloid that Chris had. Despite the teasing he'd given his friend he picked up the magazine. He thumbed through the pages stopping on the picture of Keegan Malloy.

Her large mountain of a body guard held her small frame in his arms as he hurried out the back exit of some local club. Her head was hanging back off his thick right arm, mouth open wide. Her dark scarlet hair was unruly and obviously all in knots form her nightly excursions. The once elaborate eye make up was smeared all around her closed eyes, even slipping down her ivory cheeks. It was probably one of the most unflattering photos Alex had ever seen, and he'd taken his share of unscrupulous pictures.

"Chris is right, she's still crazy hot," he concluded.

A knock on the door drew his attention from the beautiful tragedy on the glossy pages. A.J. Styles let himself into the locker room.

"Hey Alex," he smiled.

"'Sup dude," the arbitrator of the once infamous paparazzi productions greeted.

"Just came by to tell you they're switching up the order tonight. Your match is gonna be 5th in so that they can push 'The Sting' segment more to build up your lack of respect and what not."

"So the rumors are true. The Guns are turning heel."

"Apparently. I'm not sure how far this whole respect angle is gonna go, but management is totally gonna milk it." The Georgia native replied. "Hell, as long as it gives you guys some more T.V. time you gotta be happy."

"Well I'm not gonna be the one to argue if they wanna dole it out, but I just hope whatever we're doing it doesn't suck. The last thing I wanna do is repeat the Kevin fiasco."

A.J. laughed heartily. "Totally tellin' Big Kev you said that."

It was Alex's turn to chuckle. "I'll just have to deny it."

"Yo, we're totally hitting up Addiction tonight," Chris barged through the door like he was announcing the cure for cancer. "Lauren and Jamie got it all set. Christy's coming too."

"Great," Alex rolled his eyes.

"A.J. you got plans for after the show? It's gonna be rad bro," the blonde assured.

"I'm not into that man, besides I'm married and stuff."

"You could come chill and have a beer with us if you wanted," Chris informed.

A.J. smiled but shook his head. "I'll take a rain check. Next time you guys go out, I'm totally there."

"You just sunk your own battle ship my man," Alex concluded. "He'll hold you to that."

"Alex is just being a bitch. Ignore him."

A.J. chuckled and then took his leave. He had some things to go over with Joe.

"You're really dragging me to some club tonight?" the younger member of the team muttered.

"Hellz yeah son. And you're gonna have fun if it kills you," his friend affirmed.

"What if I kill you to get out of it, does that count?"

"Hardly. Dude, you might just have a good time if you put a little effort into it. You're always so pessimistic when we go out."

"I just get bored. We never go anywhere cool," Alex argued

"Well Addiction is the hottest spot in Orlando man. It's definitely not going to be boring."

Alex sighed. "I hope so."

Chris beamed his California bright smile. "You'll see."