Title: The Heartbreakers
Author: JeffroMattyHardy
Disclaimer: If I owned anyone in this story, WWE would have to be classified as 'viewer-discretion advised'. I only own Alexis Michaels.
Summary: Vince McMahon wants Shawn Michaels' baby sister to join WWE as Shawn's tag-team partner and nobody will leave her alone! Will a surprise love make her stay or will she break down under all the pressure?
Note: Before I forget, I'm making my own personality for Michael Cole because he is a dick and I hate his real personality. It sucks.
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Alexis skipped through backstage in a good mood, a smile on her face and headphones in her ears. Her date with Jeff had been amazing, she had another one on Wednesday, and DiBiase hadn't given her any new orders to follow in an entire week. Mark was out sick with a cold, but she still had Shawn and Hunter around, so she wasn't worried much.
"Miss Michaels, may I see you in my office, please?" Vince asked.
She shrugged and walked in, the Intercontinental title with her name engraved on the gold plate slung over her shoulder. "What's up?"
"About last week," McMahon said, sitting down at his desk and folding his hands on top of it. "DiBiase and Rhodes had no right to do that to you and I apologize for that. They have both been suspended for their actions."
"Good enough for me," Alexis shrugged.
"Don't forget," Vince said as she started to leave. "You are to have a match with Jericho for your Intercontinental Championship tonight."
The blonde nodded, walking out of his office and down the hallway. She walked into her locker room and set her belt down on the bench before digging through her duffel bag.
"And there's the sexiest Intercontinental Championship in the business besides myself, of course."
Alexis smiled as she turned around. Jeff was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed, a grin on his face. "Don't let JoMo hear you say that," she joked. "Apparently, he's the Shaman of Sexy, the Guru of Greatness, the Honcho of Hotness, the Lady-Tamer, the—"
"I get it," Jeff laughed, holding up a hand to stop her. "How about the sexiest female Intercontinental Champion?"
Alexis laughed. "I can agree with that one." She held up three different shirts. "Which one?"
Jeff looked over the three; a black half-tank with the Rocker symbol on the back in red, a neon green half-tank with the DX tag spray painted on the front, a light purple half-tank with Team Xtreme in black jagged letters on the front. "Team Xtreme," he grinned.
"You're trying to turn me into a Hardy, aren't you?" Alexis asked with a smile, tossing the chosen one onto where her pants were lying. "Making a Michaels into a Hardy. Never thought that could happen."
"Speaking of which…" Jeff reached into the side pocket of his ring pants and pulled out something, closing his hand around it so she couldn't see. "I wanted to give you this last night, but Shawn dragged you away before I could."
"Yeah, sorry about that," Alexis apologized with a grin. "Shawn was gonna leave with Hunter and he wanted to make sure I got to the hotel safely." She turned around and bent her head forward, exposing the chain holding the silver cross around her neck. "Can you help? I don't like wearing this to the ring because I don't want it to break. Remember? Shawn gave it to me for my birthday."
Jeff smiled. "And you always have it on," he added as he tried to unhook the chain. "Hey, we bribed the sound guys to put on some music and we're making the ring into a kind of dance floor. You wanna come with me?"
Alexis smiled. "I'd like that," she said. "You done with my necklace yet?" She frowned when she got no answer. "Jeff?" Her frown was replaced with a look of confusion when she felt another chain lying against her neck. "Jeff?"
"Like I said, I wanted to give this to you last night, but…" Jeff gave a small smile as she walked over to the mirror on the wall.
"Jeff…" Alexis stared at her reflection with wide eyes. Around her neck on a chain that was a lot closer to her throat than her cross chain was a Hardy Boyz pendent in a blue-green color.
"It was my old one before Matt gave me my new one," Jeff said as she took the pendent in her fingers and looked at her reflection more. "You like it?"
Alexis smiled, turning around and wrapping her arms around his neck. "I love it," she said, giving him a quick kiss. "Thank you, Jeff." She giggled a bit. "And now you get to explain to Shawn why I have it 'cause I'm sure as hell not going to."
"Then let's head out to the ring." Jeff grinned when the younger blonde passed him, looking at the green Celtics jersey she had on over acid-wash jeans. "Is that my shirt?"
Alexis looked at him over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out at him. "Leave it where I can find it and it becomes mine," she teased. "That is the rule in the Michaels family."
"So all Michaels are thieves?" Jeff joked as they walked toward the ring.
"You bet your ass we are."
"Glad to know you could make it, Jeff," Mike laughed as the two blondes headed down to the ring.
"And you brought Alexis," Morrison grinned. He held the ropes open for her, Jeff climbing in right after.
"And if Shawn asks, I'm writing in my journal," the blonde said with a grin.
Jeff laughed. He held out his hand with a grin. "Would you care to dance?" he asked.
I like the cocky bow legged ones
Like white and Dominicans
Hispanics and Asians
Shake it for Nelly son
"I remember this song," Alexis grinned as she and Jeff made their way to the middle of the ring, the other employees of the WWE dancing around them. "This was the song that was playing that first time I went to a club with Hunter and Shawn. That was when I met you, I think."
Jeff grinned. "That means it's our song," he laughed.
Alexis laughed along with him. "Not a great song to have, but it's better than nothing," she grinned.
Let me see you take it
Girl go and take if off
We can even do it slow
We can even do it slow
Take it where you want to go
Take it where you want to go
Just take that ass to the floor
Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low
We can even do it slow
We can even do it slow
Take it where you want to go
Take it where you want to go
Just take that ass to the floor
Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather
Alexis laughed as she was pulled away from Jeff and in between Mike and John. She ground her hips back against John's with a grin as the song continued. "Sorry, Mikey," she laughed as he pouted at her, "but Johnny's sexier than you."
"That's why I'm called the Shaman of Sexy," John grinned.
"But I'm the Monk of Mojo," Mike cut in, pulling the blonde away from his friend. "It's better."
"It's fun being the only girl who plays with the boys," Alexis said, laughing again.
"Better than being one of the divas," Mike grinned, grinding their hips together. "They're all bitches sometimes."
The blonde giggled, squeaking a bit when she was pulled away from the Miz and back into Jeff's arms. "Jealous much?" she teased.
"Just listen to the song and think about the time we met," he grinned.
I'm just a juvenile
Because I be about G's
Keep your woman wizzy man they say they have my babies
I'm young like Turk, like the cash and the money
Man, I'm that damn hungry
See I'm starving like Marvin girl
I've got sixteen bars of fire is what I'm starting
Plus my rats come in packs like Sammy and Dean Martin
And I got so many keys you'd think I was valet parking
Let me see you take if off
Girl go and take it off
We can even do it slow
We can even do it slow
Take it where you want to go
Take it where you want to go
Just take that ass to the floor
Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather, girl go and take it low
We can even do it slow
We can even do it slow
Take it where you want to go
Take it where you want to go
Just take that ass to the floor
Pop something move something
Shake ya tail feather
Alexis grinned. "Admit it," she said. "You're jealous that I was dancing with Mike and JoMo."
"Never," Jeff grinned back, his hands on her hips as they danced.
"Admit it."
"No."
"Admit it."
"No."
"Jeffrey Nero Hardy, admit it."
"Fine, I was a bit jealous. Happy now, Alexis Shawn Hickenbottom?"
"Very much." She smiled. "Thanks. Hey, you have a match tonight, right?"
"After the promo you, Shawn, and Hunter are cutting," Jeff said with a slight nod. "8-man tag match." He frowned a bit. "What promo are you even doing?"
She smirked. "You'll find out."
~.**.~
Alexis walked toward the Gorilla Position, Shawn and Hunter on either side of her. She was in the Team Xtreme shirt Jeff had picked with her baggy black pants held up by a neon green studded belt and her silver and black boots, the Intercontinental title slung over her shoulder; Shawn was in khaki pants held up by a black belt, a collared shirt, and boots; Hunter was in a black T-shirt, khakis and sneakers. Shawn and Hunter had talked previously and the older blonde was going to allow the promo for a few…special deals with the other.
Are you ready? You think you can tell us what to do? You think you can tell us what to wear? You think that you're better? Well, you better get ready…Bow to the master…Break it down!
The three members of DX walked down the ramp and into the ring where a small card table with three chairs was set up in the middle. Hunter picked up the microphone that was sitting on the table and looked back over at the ramp. "Hey, Orton!" he yelled. "Orton, get down here and bring your little cheer squad with you! We have some business to settle!" No one came out and no music played. "Alright, we'll just play some cards then while we wait." He dropped the microphone and they all sat around the table. Hunter dealt 5 cards to each person, an open bottle of Jack Daniels at the edge of the table.
"They're playing poker!" King laughed as Shawn threw two cards in the middle of the table. Alexis grinned and put down her cards. Both Shawn and Hunter groaned and stood up, shedding their shirts before sitting back down.
"Strip poker, King!" Cole added. Alexis grinned, taking the Jack Daniels and taking a small gulp. "And Alexis is winning!"
The game went on for a minute or two more before Alexis put her cards down on the table with a giant smile. Shawn mumbled something under his breath as he stood up, kicking off his boots. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of his pants, dropping it to the ring floor. Alexis and Hunter just laughed as they watched the Heartbreak Kid unfasten his pants and strip out of them, his white boxers the only things he was wearing as he folded his pants over the ring ropes.
I hear voices in my head, they council me, they understand, they talk to me…
"That's enough!" Randy yelled, walking out on the stage with a microphone in his hand. "Your little poker game is finished! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Hunter and Alexis just grinned, watching as Shawn lay back on the ropes in the corner like Eddie Guerrero used to do.
~.**.~
"You guys planned that?" Jeff asked with a grin as he sat on a bench in his and Matt's locker room.
Alexis smiled and nodded. "Hunter convinced Shawn to let me do it with them," she said. "Never thought he'd actually take off his pants, though." They laughed.
"You done?" he asked when she stepped back to look at her work.
She nodded. "We're going old school for you this time," she said. "Remember the ladder match you had with Mark for the Hardcore title?" He nodded. "Well, I kinda based it off that." From halfway up his forehead down to half an inch below his eyes was a light blue, a bright yellow intercrossing itself in various places on the blue.
"I like it," Jeff said with a smile. "You gonna be watching?"
"Of course. When do I not?" He smiled and gave her a quick kiss before walking out of the locker room.
Alexis smiled, spinning around and freezing immediately. "What are you doing here?" she practically growled.
~.**.~
"This match is set for one-fall," Lillian announced.
Are you ready…? You think you can tell us what to do? You think you can tell us what to wear? You think that you're better? Well, you better get ready…Bow to the master…Break it down!
"Introducing first, with a combined weight of 408 pounds, the Game, Triple H, the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels, D-Generation X!"
As the two blondes walked down the ramp, they threw glowsticks into the crowd, looking back at the stage when they got into the ring.
A pounding beat beat through the arena to introduce their partners.
"And their partners, with a combined weight of 451 pounds, Matt and Jeff, the Hardyz!"
Matt and Jeff came out on the stage, Jeff going through his signature entrance before they both ran down the ramp and slid under the bottom ropes to join Shawn and Hunter. Shawn grinned as he handed Hunter a microphone.
"I think I already know the answer to this question, but I'm still gonna ask it," Hunter grinned. "Are you ready?" The crowd went wild. "No, Houston, I said, are…you…ready?" As the crowd cheered again, all 4 got down in the middle of the ring for the next part, Matt and Jeff partly just for the hell of it. "Then, for the thousands in attendance…for the millions watching at home…and," he stood up a bit, "I'm sorry, but I don't have anything funny to say this week." Shawn stood up and patted his friend on the back. "It's hard coming up with this stuff every week!" He got back down. "Where was I? Lllllllllllllllllllet's get ready to suck it!"
"And of course," Shawn continued as he took the microphone, "if you're not down with that, then we've got two words for ya!" He held the microphone out to the Hardy Boyz.
"Suck it," Matt and Jeff grinned, the crowd going wild.
You think you know me…
"And their opponents, first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 240 pounds, the Rated R Superstar, Edge!"
Said blonde just walked out on the stage and awaited his partners.
I hear voices in my head, they talk to me, they understand, they council me…
"And his partner, from Saint Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 245 pounds, Randy Orton!"
Said wrestler just followed Adam's lead and stood on the stage to await the final two.
Well…Break the walls down…It's the Big Show!
"And their partners, weighing in at 667 pounds, Chris Jericho and the Big Show!"
As the final two came out, the four of them walked down to the ring, getting in and staring down their opponents. The bell rang.
Edge was the starting man for his team, the other three getting to the apron. Matt and Jeff lost their game of rock, paper, scissors and headed to the apron, Shawn winning his against Hunter and the right to start it off.
About 5 minutes into the match, everyone was getting tired. Jeff was in with Chris and had just struck with a Whisper in the Wind to get Y2J down. He quickly tagged in Shawn who went for the cover only to get a 2-count.
"Oh, Shawn."
The match kind of froze when the voice came out, everyone looking around.
"Up here, Shawn."
"DiBiase!" Shawn yelled furiously when he looked at the stage. Standing at the top of the ramp was Ted DiBiase, Cody right beside him and in between them, Alexis tied to a wheelchair, duct tape over her mouth.
"Look what we found just lying around backstage," Ted grinned, playing with a few strands of the blonde's hair. "Shouldn't leave your things where anyone can get them, Shawn." He laughed. "Leave it where I can find it and it becomes mine, right? Isn't that the rule in the Michaels family? Well, then, I guess your sister automatically becomes mine and…so does this, I think." He held up her Intercontinental Championship belt with the hand that wasn't holding a microphone.
"Leave her alone, DiBiase!" Jeff yelled, Matt holding him back from attacking.
"Don't worry," Ted continued. "We'll take good care of her." He laughed again. "Say good-bye to your brother, Alexis." He dropped the microphone, Cody grabbing the handles of the wheelchair and following Ted back backstage.
Shawn tried to follow, but Chris had tagged Randy in and the Viper struck quickly, pulling HBK into a roll-up for the 3-count and the win.
"Here are you winners," Lillian announced. "Edge, Randy Orton, Chris Jericho, and the Big Show!"
Shawn recovered quickly, racing up the ramp with Jeff right on his heels, Matt and Hunter following close behind. "They were supposed to be on suspension!" Shawn yelled when he couldn't see either member of Legacy. "Why the hell were they here?"
"Calm down, Shawn." Hunter tried to comfort the older, but Shawn was far from that. "We'll find them, get Alexis back, and beat Legacy within an inch of their lives. How does that sound?"
"No, not within an inch of their lives," Shawn growled, hands clenching into fists at his sides.
"We are not resorting to murder again," Hunter interrupted. "That didn't turn out too well last time." He noticed the confused looks both Hardys wore. "I'll explain later."
"Come on," Shawn muttered, grabbing Hunter's shirt and pulling him toward the parking lot. "We're going to find her and we're going to find her now." Hunter grabbed Jeff's shirt who grabbed Matt's and the four of them headed to the parking lot.
.**.
Yeah, Chris, you probably want to kill DiBiase and Rhodes right about now, don't you? Yeah, thought so. You can kill DiBiase, but you can only horribly maim Rhodes because he amuses me.
The DX strip poker thing was stolen from something DX did in…I think it was the 90s. It was awesome. I got to see Shawn strip down to his underwear! *squeal*
And what happened to Alexis actually came from Friday Night Smackdown from 2 weeks ago, except the actual thing involved Edge, Kane, and Kane's father. ^^