Title: The Rocker
Author: JeffroMattyHardy
Disclaimer: If I owned anything at all, do you think I'd be writing? Nope. I'd be watching.
Summary: Sequel to The Heartbreakers. Alexis Michaels is off WWE and on TNA. She seems to get along fine, but the Knockouts and Immortal don't like her and someone is still following her. And it's the last person she'd expect.
I…actually have nothing to say.
Actually, I have a couple quotes and if you get them, well, you're awesome. One up here and one down below.
Shawn: I told ya. I told ya this was gonna happen! I knew it! I knew it! There's 5 of them, there's only 2 of us! *grabs Hunter's shirt and starts shaking him* Don't you realize, they're gonna murderize us! They're gonna murderize us!
Hunter: *puts hands on Shawn's shoulders* Shawn, calm down! Shawn! *moves hands around neck* Shawn!
Shawn: *calms down*
Hunter: For the love of God, calm down. They're just…cheerleaders.
.*.
Alexis pulled her phone out of her pocket when she felt it vibrate. She was sitting in a plane headed for Atlanta, Georgia where the next RAW show was being held, waiting for the plane to take off. She wanted to blend in with the crowds and not stand out much, so she dressed in jeans so bleached they were almost all white with hardly any blue left, some old black Converse high-tops (complete with the 'I'm Awesome!' laces Mike had given her a few years back), and one of Eddie Guerrero's shirts; black T-shirt with a background like the movie Scarface with a picture of Eddie with 'Latino Heat' in red at the top and on the back with the same background in red 'Addicted to the Heat'. The chunk of her hair she'd dyed blue was starting to fade, but it was still pretty noticeable, so she wore a tan cowboy hat, both her necklaces around her neck and Jeff's bracelet around her wrist.
"I'm bored!" Alexis read, the text from Chris making her laugh. "When are you coming back?"
"I left an hour ago!" she texted back. "Ask Ally to take you to a pool."
He just sent back a crying emoticon. Alexis laughed again.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if you'd please turn off all electronic devices and place all stowaway items in the overhead compartments or under your seats, we are preparing to take off," the flight attendant said through the intercom system.
"Gotta go," Alexis texted. "Talk to ya later." She turned off her phone and stuffed it back in her pocket. She crossed her legs when the flight attendant at the front of the plane started showing all the emergency procedures and how the seatbelt works and stuff like that, blowing a strand of hair out of her face as she looked around at the people seated near her.
There weren't a lot of people on the flight and not many sitting near her. There was a couple boys and their parents sitting a couple seats up, the kids looking back at her every so often. An elderly couple was sitting in the seats across from her and since she was in an aisle seat, the middle was empty, but the window seat was occupied by someone in jeans, a black T-shirt, and a jean jacket with a baseball cap on, head lying against his chest as he slept. She faced forward again, pulling out a magazine as the flight attendant kept talking.
~.**.~
Alexis yawned and stretched her arms over her head. She looked at her watch. "Hour and a half left," she muttered. She took off her hat and ran her fingers through her hair a couple times, putting her hat back.
"Excuse me."
Alexis looked over. The boys that had been sitting down the aisle were standing beside her seat, their mother behind them. They looked about 7 and 11, one in her Rocker T-shirt and the other in the DX Reunion Tour shirt. "Excuse me," the mother said again. "My boys won't stop bugging me until they could talk to you. They think you're some sports person or something."
"Wrestler," the older boy whispered.
"Right, wrestler," their mom said. She sighed. "Their father knows more about it than I do."
Obviously, Alexis thought. It was obvious that the woman was embarrassed and didn't know anything about the WWE.
"If you'd please tell my sons you aren't who they think you are and we'll leave you alone," the mom said in a polite voice.
"Sure thing," Alexis said. She moved her hat back a bit and looked at the two boys with a smile. "So, who do you think I am?"
"You're Alexis Michaels," the two boys said together.
"The Rocker."
"Shawn Michaels' little sister."
"You beat Chris Jericho for the Intercontinental Championship."
"Ted DiBiase fired you when he beat you."
"You went to TNA and joined the Motor City Machine Guns."
"And you and Chris Sabin beat Robert Roode, AJ Styles, and Abyss in a steel cage match last Thursday."
"I'm so sorry," their mom apologized again. "They really shouldn't be bothering you, Miss…"
"Michaels," Alexis said, grinning again at the look of excitement on the boys' faces. "Alexis Michaels. Man, you really don't know much about the WWE, do you?" The woman turned a light red in embarrassment. The blonde wrestler just laughed. "You kids are good, though. Guess I wasn't disguised enough. And to reward you for finding me and knowing…well, everything…Excuse me." She got out of her seat and reached up, the hem of her shirt coming above the waist of her jeans as she reached into the overhead compartment. Alexis pulled her duffel bag out and set it on her seat as she reached in for something. "Let's see…what do I have here…?"
"If you don't mind me asking," their mom said. Alexis rolled her eyes since they couldn't see her face; didn't she know she didn't know anything about what she did? What was she gonna ask? "What happened to your forehead?"
Alexis gently ran her fingers over the large bandage on her forehead with a slight grin. Might as well have some fun with it. "Human lawn darts," she stated simply. "Guy got me on his shoulders and tossed me headfirst into a steel cage." She could hear the boys giggle, probably at the look on their mom's face. "For one of you," she turned back around, "a brand new, well, not exactly brand new, it's been worn before, but washed—"
"You're giving my son a used shirt?" the mom asked in disbelief.
"Hey, I'm pretty sure he won't mind since it was worn by the one, the only, the Game, Triple H," Alexis said. She unfolded a black T-shirt with 'D-Generation X' in silver on the front, the X bigger than the rest and behind the other words and on the back in giant silver letters in front of a giant silver X 'TWO WORDS. S*CK IT'.
The younger boy grinned wildly and grabbed it, thanking her quickly before running back to show his dad. "Do you have anything for me?" the older one asked.
"Well, certainly, honey," Alexis said, her Texan accent coating her words. She dug through her bag again. "Why are Shawn's pants…" The blonde pulled out a pair of Shawn's DX ring chaps in confusion, slinging them over her shoulder as she kept digging. "If he's not wearing pants to the ring again, I'm gonna ask Hunter to just glue his pants on." She finally pulled out another shirt.
"Do you have another dirty shirt to give my son?" the mom said.
"You know, I don't really hit women," Alexis said, looking her straight in the eyes with a shirt in hand and Shawn's pants still over her shoulder, "which is pretty amazing considering what I do for a living, but I'll make an exception for you if you don't shut up." She looked at the boy; he was grinning behind his hand. "And for you, worn by the Deadman himself." She handed him a black T-shirt with one of Mark's old symbols in red on the front in red and on the back in red 'Big Evil' was in the middle with 'Red' on top and 'Devil' underneath. "Have fun, kid."
~.**.~
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Atlanta, Georgia. We hope you enjoyed your flight and we hope you'll join us again sometime."
Alexis yawned and stretched her arms over her head. "11:30," she muttered, looking at her watch and squinting slightly at the sun streaming through the window where the passenger seated in the window seat was starting to stir. She pulled her duffel bag out of the overhead compartment and slung it over her shoulder, yawning again as she headed for the exit.
I think I'm cute
I know I'm sexy
I've got the looks
That drives—
"Hey, Shawn," Alexis said, flipping her phone open. "What's up?"
"I take it you've landed," Shawn said. "Where are you?"
"Headin' to get my bag," the blonde said. "Flight just landed. And unless you're gonna bring me some lunch, I'm gonna pick that up, too."
Shawn just laughed. "You're on your own for lunch, baby sis," he said. "We'll be in the parking lot when you're done."
"Oh, hey, Shawn?" Alexis asked before he hung up. "Why were your pants in my bag?"
There was a few seconds of silence. "Which ones?"
"The DX ring chaps. The ones with neon green x's all down the sides of the legs and the same color border."
"Um…which ones are those?"
Alexis shook her head with a grin. "You wore them when you and Hunter fought the Spirit Squad at Vengeance? You shoved Mikey's head in Hunter's ass after you won?"
"Oh yeah! I remember those!"
"You are such an idiot sometimes, Shay-Shay."
"Hey! That's not nice!"
"I'll see you when I get down there. Later." She slid her phone back in her pocket and slung her bag over her shoulder, heading down the terminal. "Excuse me," she said, tapping the shoulder of a security guard. "Where is baggage claim?"
"Down the terminal and it's the first escalator on your left," the guard said.
"Thank you."
~.**.~
Alexis tapped her foot almost impatiently as she waited for the belt at baggage claim to start moving. "Katherine Wheel, I'm burning for you," she started singing under her breath. "Please don't stop. Katherine Wheel. Katherine Wheel." She kept singing under her breath as the belt started moving. She pushed past a couple people when she saw her black suitcase slide down the metal ramp.
It's all about the game
And how you play it
All about control
And if you can ta—
"Not the best time, Hunter," Alexis said, holding her phone between her ear and her shoulder as she used both hands to grab her suitcase.
"Sweets, DiBiase's here."
Alexis froze for a split second before walking toward the parking lot. "How do you know?" she asked.
"Because Rhodes and Orton are waiting for me in the parking lot."
Alexis stopped when Ted stepped in front of her. "Why do you keep following me?" she asked with a glare. "I'm not even in the same company as you anymore!" She turned her attention back to her phone again. "Hunter, I'll be right out." She hung up.
"5 minutes," DiBiase said. "That's all I ask for."
"5 seconds is the best you get," Alexis said. He opened his mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry, your time limit has ended. When I said seconds, I really meant milliseconds. Bye-bye, now." She pushed past him and walked out of the airport. "Hey, Hunter," she said with a smile, hugging the blonde leaning against the side of a Ford Explorer.
"You okay?" the Game asked. "Shawn and Mark don't know, but—"
"I'm fine," the younger blonde interrupted. "Just a bit tired."
Hunter laughed and held the door open for her.
~.**.~
"Miss Michaels, if you please."
Vince held open the door to his office for the blonde, going over and sitting at his desk when she walked in. "What's up, Mr. McMahon?" she asked, shoving a hand in the pocket of her jeans.
"I'm glad you agreed to be a guest host for us, Alexis," Vince said.
"Hey, whenever you need me," she replied with a grin.
"This won't be the last time you'll be able t do this," Vince said. "And I assure you, as soon as your contract with TNA expires, there will be another one here for you."
"Thank you."
"Now, I'd like to talk to you about Bragging Rights…"
~.**.~
We're going out tonight, to kick out every light
Take anything we want, drink everything in sight
We're going 'til the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight
"Hello and welcome to Monday Night RAW here in Atlanta, Georgia," Cole said. "I'm Michael Cole here with Jerry "the King" Lawler."
"And I can't wait for this show to get on the road," King said with a smile. "McMahon's been teasing us with his mystery guest host tonight and I'm ready to find out!" The crowd started to die down, leaving the arena quiet-ish.
Na na na na na na na
From mall security
Na na na na na na na
To every enemy
Na na na na na na na
We're on your property
Standing in V formation
Na na na na na na na
Let's blow an artery
Na na na na na na na
Eat plastic surgery
Na na na na na na na
Keep your apology
Give us more detonation
Alexis smiled as she walked out on the stage. She was in the same clothes she'd had on from that morning but she'd switched her hat to a DX cowboy hat, a couple of DX wristbands on both her wrists. She ran down to the ring and slid under the bottom rope with a microphone in hand and a smile still on her face.
"It's Alexis Michaels!" King yelled. "She's back!"
Alexis blew King a kiss, turning back around and opening her mouth to talk.
It's a shame for they
Lost their head
A careless man
Who could wind up dead
Alexis looked over at the stage, Sheamus walking out in his ring gear with a microphone in hand. He ignored the booing crowd as he walked down the ramp and into the ring, looking the blonde up and down. "So you're Alexis Michaels," he said, his accent coating his words. "I've heard a lot about you."
"Who hasn't heard about her?" King asked.
"Everybody's sayin' that you were shaping up to become one of the best in the business today until you were fired," Sheamus continued, walking back and forth in front of her. "And they're saying that when you come and wrestle in the WWE again, you'll be one of the best. But you know what? I don't believe that. I think you're just someone who got lucky by facing some of the easier people in the company."
Alexis rolled her eyes with a grin, crossing her arms. She opened her mouth to speak when he started again. "I'm not done yet," the Irishman said. "I don't give a damn if your brother is Shawn Michaels. I don't give a damn if you won the Intercontinental Championship. I don't give a damn if you pinned Ted DiBiase, Cody Rhodes, and Chris Jericho. You haven't beaten me yet and you never will." He stopped walking, getting closer until his face was just inches away from hers. "I became the WWE Champion just days after I debuted on RAW. You haven't accomplished that yet and you never will."
Alexis ran a hand down her face, stepping back toward the ropes. Sheamus grinned, thinking he'd won. That is, until his head snapped back as her heel connected with his jaw in a very special Sweet Chin Music. Alexis set her microphone on the ground as the Celtic Warrior grabbed his jaw and turning on his side in pain. She swung her leg up so it was supported by the top rope, rubbing at a spot on her shoe. She moved her leg back and picked up her microphone again.
"Feels good to be back!" she yelled with a smile. The blonde looked down at Sheamus. "Well, not for some people." She looked out at the crowd again. "Well, like you should damn well know, my name is Alexis Michaels and I am the Rocker, rockin' your world all around this ring!" The crowd cheered loudly, making her laugh and smile even more. She looked toward the announcer's table and pointed at King with a smile still on her face, beckoning at him with one finger. "Come 'ere, Lawler."
King smiled himself and grabbed a microphone, setting his headset on the table before getting into the ring in front of her. "Help me take out the trash?" she asked, nudging Sheamus with the toe of her shoe.
"If I get a reward for it," King laughed. He helped push the Irishman out of the ring.
"And your reward…" Alexis thought about it for a second before smiling. She leaned over and gave him a kiss on both cheeks. "How's that?"
"Better than a paycheck any day," Jerry laughed, smiling. "Alexis, I'm sure the WWE Universe would like to know, are you just here for tonight or will you be coming back?"
"Well, if you listened to me before," Alexis started, "I'm on TNA for a couple years now with a new contract, but as soon as that expires, I'm free to come back here and pull pranks on everybody again."
"Pranks?" Jerry asked. "We didn't see you do any of that here?"
"Well duh. Backstage. In fact, I got a few of the production team together and since they caught most of them on security tapes, I put together a little video with a few of them. If you'd please direct your attention to the tron."
(a/n: all pranks mentioned have been used by me and my friends in safe environments. mostly)
.*.
Alexis frowned when she saw the Miz cursing around the finger he was sucking on. "What's up, Mizzy?" she asked. "Cut youself?" Mike nodded and she smiled. "I know what will help that." He just looked at her. "Lime juice."
"I don't have any of that," Mike said around his finger.
"Well, lucky for you, I have some right here," Alexis said, pulling a small bottle out of her back pocket. "Go 'head. Try it." She watched, still smiling as he poured lime juice over his still bleeding cut, cursing loudly when it stung horribly. "Hey, you tried it," she laughed when he glared at her. "I didn't force you to.
.*.
Alexis walked through backstage, looking for the perfect victim. "Long hair," she muttered under her breath. "Long hair, long hair…bingo." She grinned when she spotted Matt standing in front of a vending machine. She grabbed the rubber band that had been around her wrist and twisted it into a tight coil. The blonde crept up behind the oldest Hardy and, pulling the 2 sides of the rubber band apart, released it, the band getting tangled up in the raven's hair.
"What the hell!" Matt yelled, spinning around. He calmed down when he saw who it was. "Hey, Lex. What happened? I felt something."
Alexis shrugged, struggling to hide her grin. "Oh, nothing, Matty," she replied. "Absolutely nothing."
.*.
"Hey, John!" Alexis called, seeing Cena pass by the door of her locker room. "Wanna have a contest?"
Cena grinned and walked in, straddling the bench she was sitting on in front of her. "What kind of contest?" he asked. Alexis just smiled, pushing a glass with a bit of yellow-ish liquid toward him. "I'm almost afraid to ask what this is."
"Don't worry, it's just whisky," Alexis assured him, holding up the bottle as she filled her own glass. "Now, it's basically a bottoms-up challenge. Whoever finishes first wins. Got it?"
John grinned again and picked up his glass, clinking it with the blonde's. "You're on," he agreed.
"3…2…1!" Both Superstars downed their drink, but as soon as John got the glass away from his mouth he started coughing, holding onto his throat.
"Wh-What did you d-do to that?" he coughed.
Alexis smiled innocently, using her foot to push the can of salt further into her duffel bag. "Nothing," she replied innocently. She held up a bottle of water. "Water?"
.*.
"Take after your brother, don't you?" Jerry laughed when the video ended.
Alexis mock-bowed. "Guilty as charged," she grinned. "And I'm not just gonna leave here and stick with TNA full-time. I'm still comin' back here every so often. Not gonna say when, but I'm scheduled to be in a certain pay-per-view coming up." The crowd cheered. "If I may…"
"Go right ahead," King said, stepping back.
"In 2 weeks, at the Bragging Rights pay-per-view, in the main event for the Bragging Rights trophy," Alexis announced, smiling as she looked around at the cheering crowd, "it will be Team Smackdown vs Team Raw! It will be the Dashing One, Cody Rhodes, MVP, Wade Barrett, Chris Jericho, and the All-American American Jack Swagger led by their team captain, the Rated R Superstar, Edge against the Viper, Randy Orton, the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels, the Game, Triple H, the Shaman of Sexy, John Morrison, and the Champ, John Cena, led by yours truly, the Rocker, Alexis Michaels! Don't miss it!" She dropped her microphone and slid out of the ring, heading back up the ramp.
"That's the best news I've heard all week!" King yelled as he sat back down at the announcer's table with Cole.
"That'll be an interesting contest, for sure," Michael agreed.
Alexis walked backstage with her hands in her pockets. She flipped her hair away from her face, sighing when it just fell back where she'd just moved it from. "John!" she yelled, seeing Cena turn the corner. "Hey, John, wait u—!" She was cut off as she was pulled into a nearby supply closet.
Ted held a hand over her mouth, using his other to keep her arms at her sides. "Please be quiet," he said. "I won't hurt you." He waited a few minutes. "If I let you go, will you promise to stay quiet and let me talk?"
Alexis glared at him, but nodded. DiBiase released her and she had half a mind to punch his lights out, but controlled herself and crossed her arms instead. "What do you want?" she asked. "And why do you keep following me?"
"Because," Ted replied.
"Not good enough." She pulled back her arm and made a fist. "Tell me why or you're getting punched in the face and I promise you, it won't be pretty."
"Because…" DiBiase exhaled slowly. "Because I think I love you."
.*.
Hahahahaha! Cliffhanger!
Second quote (if you get it, you're awesome):
Hunter: Holy shit! *looks around with a grin* Don't worry. Just because of Shawn, it is, in fact, holy shit.
And now I leave you to watch the New and Improved DX before my little sis takes it away and prepare for the awesomeness that is tomorrow and how hyper we're gonna be. Also, if you want to get hyper quickly and have it taste good, mix Monster energy drinks with Mountain Dew. It tastes awesome! :)