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: You know, it still amuses me to watch wrestlers argue pointlessly on TV.

Note Note: And I remembered something when I was watching an old pay-per-view. It'll be down at the bottom, but it's one of my most favorite memories. :)

Note Note Note: BTW, I have no idea how the Generation Me theme is because I never paid attention and the Motor City Machine Guns theme I couldn't ever really hear over the cheers of my friends, so I'm gonna do my best.

Note Note Note Note (last one, promise): This is long because it is part TNA, part TLC pay-per-view. I don't feel like splitting them up into two separate chapters so it's gonna be a long one. And the italicized memories…well, some are made up, but most are actual things that happened to me, Matt, and Adam. Oh, and all lyrics are used without permission.

.*.

Jeff watched from his place on Alexis's bed as she packed a small duffel bag with some clothes and her Intercontinental Championship belt. "So, what exactly are you doing?" he asked.

Alexis sighed with a small smile. She'd already told him at least 3 times before and he still didn't seem to either listen or pay attention. "I'm going to Impact tonight because Aly-Cat and Chrissy need a tag partner when they take on Generation Me and Robbie E. Tara would've been with Generation Me instead of that Jersey Shore loser but she's home sick this week so they had to get someone new."

"And you volunteered?" Jeff asked.

She nodded. "Someone has to teach those boys a lesson and I work well with them."

"Does Shawn know?"

"Are you kidding? He's practically put me under house arrest." She zipped her bag shut. "Let's see. Boots, hat, paint, pants, tank, makeup, Intercontinental Championship, phone, Ipod…am I missing anything?"

"Your boyfriend?" Jeff looked offended that she'd dare to leave him behind.

"You," Alexis said, tapping her index finger on his nose, "are not going because if I get hurt, you'll be like Shawn and try to stop the match. If you want to come, you can be in the audience. Here." She reached into her closet and pulled out one of Shawn's old sweatshirts and a baseball cap. "Try not to get noticed because…well…" She smiled, patting his cheek. "I don't want your pretty little face to get messed up by the fans."

Jeff laughed, sliding on the sweatshirt. He pulled his blue/blonde hair up into a bun and pulled the baseball cap over it. "Do I look normal now?" he teased, turning around.

Alexis laughed, kissing his cheek. "Don't draw too much attention to yourself and I might give you a treat when we win."

"When? Don't you mean if?"

"Jeff, there's no way I'm going to get beat by two wanna-be wrestlers and a Jersey Shore loser."

He laughed again.

~.*TNA Impact!*.~

"Hello and welcome back to the Impact Zone," Mike Tenay, one of the commentators, said from his and Taz's table by the entrance ramp. "Taz, can you believe the main event we have going on in a few minutes?"

"The Motor City Machine Guns take on Generation Me and Robbie E," Taz said, looking at his broadcast partner. "And we don't even know who the Guns' tag partner is!"

"Looks like we'll find out soon enough," Mike said.

"The following is a 3-man tag team match," Jeremy Borash, the ring announcer, said.

You have so many relationships in this life,
But only one or two will last, you go through all the pain and strife,
Then you turn your back and they're gone so fast.
Oh yeah. They're gone so fast.
Oh, so hold on to the ones who really care,
In the end they'll be the only ones there,
When you get old and start losing your hair,
Can you tell me who will still care?
Can you tell me who will still care? Oh care…

Jeremy and Max Buck came out to the booing crowd, their arms raised up in the air with triumphant grins on their faces. "Introducing first, with a combined weight of 320 pounds, Jeremy and Max Buck, Generation Me!"

A pounding beat through the arena as they headed to the ring. Robbie E came out, Cookie (for once) not at his side. He went through his signature fist pump before running down and joining his tag partners in the ring. "And their partner, from Seaside Heights, New Jersey, weighing in at 195 pounds, Robbie E!"

Hundred miles an hour on a deadend road,
I need a little Detroit in my soul,
Every nights hotel a different name,
Its part of the game.
Everybody wants to be just like me,
Fame and fortune is their fantasy,
I gotta get back where the life was pretty,
Rockin' all the way to the Motorcity.
Motorcity, Motorcity, Motorcity, I'm rockin' all the way to the Motorcity…

Alex and Chris came out onto the entrance ramp, the TNA Tag Team Championships around their waists. They made their hands into guns, pointing them at the three men in the ring, identical grins on their faces as they stayed on the ramp. "And their opponents, first, with a combined weight of 420 pounds, they are the TNA Tag Team Champions, Alex Shelley and Chris Sabin, the Motor City Machine Guns!"

The arena got quieter, everyone waiting to see who their partner would be.

I've been waiting from the shadows for so long,
My blood is wired but I'm waiting my turn,
I got a feeling that it's coming on real strong,
I know I'm ready for this fire to burn.
It's the last round,
Taking my clown,
So here's the countdown,
It's time to start the show!

Alexis came walking out onto the ramp with her Intercontinental Championship belt around her waist, the song continuing to play in the background.

Yeah, when the lights are shining,
Yeah, I'm the one headlining,
I'm almost there, and I wouldn't stop trying,
Whoa, oh, and tonight's the night I'm gonna take it all…

"And their partner, from San Antonio, Texas, weighing in at 160 pounds, she is the World Wrestling Entertainment Intercontinental Champion, the Rocker, Alexis Michaels!"

Alexis walked up between Chris and Alex, making guns with her hands and pointing them at the ring as well. They were all sort of matching, Alex was in his usual tights and Chris was in his usual shorts, black being the main color with white, blue, and orange designs. Alexis was in black pants like the ones she usually wore in matches with the same designs as the other two and a Motor City Machine Guns shirt with no sleeves cut to show her stomach on top. She had a wristband matching those of Sabin and Shelley on her right arm and a strip of black around the top of her left arm, blue, orange, and black dye streaked through her hair.

"I can't believe it! She's back!" Mike yelled as the three champions walked down the ramp and slid into the ring together.

"I guess she didn't think they learned their lesson last time," Taz laughed. Alexis saw Jeff standing along the guardrail in his little 'disguise', a grin on his face. She smiled at him, blowing him a kiss before turning back to her partners. "And it looks like she's got a thing for one of our fans. That lucky guy."

The bell rang to start the match.

Jeremy Buck started out for his team, the other two going out to stand on the apron. Alexis whispered something in Chris's ear and he smiled with a nod. He nodded at Alex and the two Guns climbed out onto the apron. The two legal wrestlers circled around each other.

"Don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're a girl," Jeremy warned.

Alexis grinned. "Didn't ask you to."

The two locked up in the middle of the ring, Alexis getting him into a side headlock soon enough. Jeremy backed them up until they bounced against the ropes, pushing the blonde toward the other side. He ducked when she came running back, clotheslining her on her next trip until she stayed down. Jeremy quickly pulled her into an arm drag before she could stand up, the referee quickly getting down to ask for a submission. Alexis breathed through her teeth as the submission move continued; it didn't help that it was on the arm that had bandages all around her hand and wrist (the one she almost fractured).

"What do you say, Alexis, you wanna give up?" the referee asked.

Alexis stubbornly shook her head. There was no way she was tapping out to someone who thought he was better than her.

5 minutes later…

Max caught Alexis's leg when she struck out to kick him, the blonde hopping for a second before spinning around into a mule kick, her other leg pushing at his chest to knock him to the ground. Alexis crawled over, slapping Chris's head before rolling out of the ring. Sabin leapt into the ring, beating down on the fallen Max. Alex helped Alexis up, nodding at her. The two climbed into the ring, running over and knocking Jeremy and Robbie to the ground. They pulled back on the ropes a bit, springboarding over the top rope and landing on their opponent. Max pushed Chris away, going over to start to yell at Alex and Alexis. Sabin grinned, grabbing the waist of Max's pants and pulled him over into a roll-up for the 3-count and the win.

"Here are your winners, the Motor City Machine Guns and the Rocker!"

Alex and Alexis climbed into the ring to join Chris, the referee handing them their title belts as Max rolled out of the ring. Alexis blew a kiss at Robbie and Generation Me as they left, a smirk on her face.

"Is that Jeff?" Chris asked, leaning against the ropes as the Motor City Machine Guns theme played.

"Couldn't leave you, could he?" Alex teased, tugging on a strand of the blonde's hair. "He's such a devoted boyfriend."

"Says the boy who won't leave his own little boyfriend alone for very long," Alexis shot back with a grin, slapping his hand away.

"Hey, I'm a man," Alex argued, puffing up his chest.

"You bet your ass you are," Chris added. "And you're my man."

"So, it's safe to say you won't be coming out of your hotel room at all tonight?" Alexis asked.

"And pass up a perfectly good championship fuck?" Alex asked; the music was loud enough so only the three of them could hear what they were saying. "How dare you!"

"You guys didn't win a championship."

"Yeah, but we retained and are still the champions. Same difference."

Alexis only shook her head and laughed. "Can you postpone your little celebration for a little bit to go out to a club with me and some others?"

Chris and Alex looked at each other. "Alright, we'll go," Alex said. "But only for you."

Alexis laughed again. The music finally stopped and she reached down to grab a microphone from one of the cameramen. She pointed at Jeff with a sly smile. "Come here, sweetie," she practically purred.

"What is she thinking?" Mike asked from the commentator's desk.

Jeff grinned himself and climbed over the guardrail. He slid into the ring under the bottom rope, standing in front of her. "So what's your name, cutie?" Alexis asked. She was loving doing this and doing it after a victory in front of a bunch of fans was so much better.

"Glad you asked," Jeff grinned, taking the microphone from her. He pulled off his hat, the fans cheering loudly. "I'm Jeff fucking Hardy!"

"And you thought I'd come alone to this?" Alexis laughed. "My brother would kill me if I did that." She smiled. "Besides, if I was alone, then I couldn't do this." She handed Chris the microphone and wrapped her arms around Jeff's neck, kissing him good and long. Whistles, cheers, and catcalls echoed through the fans as she pulled away, a giant smile on Jeff's face.

"Can I hide in the audience more often?" he asked.

Alexis just laughed.

~.*TLC Pay-Per-View*.~

Alexis was lying on her back in the middle of the ring, the sounds of the crewmen setting up for the TLC pay-per-view in 6 hours going on in the background. She hadn't been able to sleep the night before so she got to the arena early and had started to fall asleep in the middle of the ring where no one would bother her. She hadn't even bothered to change her clothes, just stayed in her jeans, V1 shirt, and sneakers.

"What are you doing?"

Alexis opened one eye, groaning and closing it back up when she saw who it was. "What does it look like I'm doing?" she muttered, moving her hands to rest under her head. "I'm trying to sleep before I have to go through a tables, ladders, and chairs match tonight."

Ted crossed his arms with an unhappy look on his face as he glared down at her. "Where's your brother?" he asked.

The blonde shrugged as much as she could in her position. "How the hell should I know?" she muttered. "I've been here for a couple hours now. I left him a note when I left the house 'cause I couldn't find him. And I don't even know why that would matter. Now can you leave me alone so I can sleep?" When she didn't hear anything, she opened one eye and groaned when she saw Ted hadn't moved. She stood up and stretched her arms over her head. "What do you want?"

"Where is the Intercontinental Championship?"

Alexis crossed her arms with an annoyed look on her face. "In my locker room at the bottom of my duffel bag."

"And what do you plan on wearing for your match tonight?"

"Um…don't know why it matters, but…My black pants, black and silver boots, Jeff was gonna lend me some paint, and…my new Rocker T-shirt." She stepped back when Ted shoved a black bag at her chest.

"Wear those and be in Legacy's dressing room at least an hour before the pay-per-view starts," Ted ordered before climbing out of the ring and walking back up the ramp without another word

"Dick," Alexis muttered, dropping the bag to the floor without even looking in it before lying back down in the middle of the ring.

~.**.~

Alexis walked up to Legacy's locker room with her duffel bag over her shoulder, the bag Ted had given her shoved into the side pocket. She reached for the handle when she heard someone running toward her.

"Lex!"

The blonde smiled as Jeff ran up to her, a smile on his face. "What…are you doing here?" he asked when he saw Legacy's name on the door. He was holding something behind his back but she couldn't see what it was.

Alexis shook her head and rolled her eyes. "DiBiase's being a dick," she muttered.

"So, he's acting like he normally does?" Jeff joked. They both laughed. "Hey, you wanna get something from catering before the show?" Alexis smiled and nodded. "You know what? I noticed something when you get start yelling or get cocky."

"Care to share what it is?" the blonde asked.

"Even when you get excited, your accent gets clearer," he replied. "What the hell even is it?"

Alexis shrugged, smiling as he held the door open for her to the cafeteria. "Dunno. It's weird. It's southern, Texan, and a bit Brooklyn all mixed up into one. But Shawn says he can always hear the southern and Texan. Brooklyn only comes out when I'm seriously pissed off."

"You are a strange, strange, little girl." He laughed even when she hit him for calling her 'little'.

~.**.~

Shawn paced back and forth in the locker room he and Hunter shared, his arms crossed over his chest. "Shawn, calm down," Hunter said. "You're going kill yourself if you keep pacing like that."

"You know I can't help it," Shawn replied, not stopping for a second. "Hunter, she is my baby sister. She's like my daughter. DiBiase shouldn't be allowed to do what he's doing. You know how much I care for Alexis. You've known her since you joined the company. You've helped me raise her ever since I bought that house when I joined the company myself."

"Michael." Shawn stopped. When Hunter needed his attention and needed to be completely serious, he used his birth name. "You really need to calm down. Just…think about when she was a little girl. Maybe it'll work." Shawn sighed, standing still with his arms still crossed, and closed his eyes.

.*.

Shawn sat down in front of Alexis's 2nd grade teacher, his hands in his lap. Their parents couldn't make it to the meeting, so he was the next best thing.

"Mr. Hickenbottom," the teacher, Mrs. Geller, started.

Shawn winced at the use of his real name. "Please, call me Shawn," he said.

"Well, Shawn, I'm sorry that your parents couldn't come down here themselves," Mrs. Geller continued, "and I'm pleased that you took time out of your busy schedule to come down."

"What did Alexis do?" Shawn asked.

"She…well…Alexis?" Alexis looked up from her desk behind Shawn. "Would you like to come here and tell your brother what you did?"

Alexis walked up to the teacher's desk with her head bowed and her arms folded behind her back. "I gave Jack a Sweet Chin Music," she said softly.

"She's been saying that as her excuse all day," Mrs. Geller said, not noticing the smirk on Shawn's face. "Do you know what a…Sweet Chin Music is?"

Shawn took a deep breath. "Mrs. Geller, you know I'm a wrestler signed with the World Wrestling Federation, right?" he asked. The teacher nodded slowly. "Well, Sweet Chin Music is the finishing move I have. I guess she learned it from watching me work."

"Well, she almost broke Jack's jaw," Mrs. Geller said in a disapproving tone.

Shawn grinned. "Nice job, Lex," he congratulated, pulling her up into his lap and kissing her cheek. They both froze when they saw Mrs. Geller's disapproving stare.

"Sorry, Mrs. Geller," they both said, bowing their heads together.

.*.

Shawn chuckled when Alexis pouted up at him, the top of her head barely at his waist. "S'not fair!' she whined, stomping her pink cowboy boot clad foot on the ground. "You can do it but I can't!"

"Well, he's bigger than you, baby girl," he said as he knelt down to her level. "I can do it because he's not that much bigger then me."

"Your brother's a shrimp, Lex," Hunter laughed.

Alexis frowned. She walked over and looked up at the older blonde. "That's not very nice, Uncle Hunter," she said.

"Well, sorry, sweets, but it's true," Hunter said with a smile.

Alexis frowned again. She stepped back and turned to the side, hiking the right side of her green shorts up slightly. She did a little sashay-move toward Hunter before kicking her leg out, the heel of her boot jamming straight into his crotch. Hunter gasped in pain, falling to the ground with his hands trying to protect himself, but the damage was already done.

Shawn laughed hard, still on his knees. Alexis smiled and skipped back over to her brother. "Did I do good?" she asked.

Shawn smiled back, spinning her around and hugging her from behind with his arms around her stomach. "You did great," he replied. "And see, you can still do it and make it equally as painful as when I do it." Alexis, even though she didn't understand a few words, smiled as Hunter struggled to get back to his feet.

.*.

Alexis held Shawn's hand tightly, looking around as he led her through a parking lot to the arena. She was in her pink cowboy boots, blue denim shorts, and a T-shirt Shawn had made specially for her, her hair tied up in pigtails with pink ribbons. The shirt itself was yellow with 'HBK is my big brother' in black on the front and on the back in black, 'And he'll kick your ass if you mess with me!'. "Where are we going, Shawn?" she asked.

"I couldn't get a babysitter, so Mark's gonna watch you while I work," Shawn said, nodding at the security guard as he held the door open for him. "You remember Mark, right?" Alexis nodded, sticking close as they passed a tall man with tan skin and curly black hair. Shawn noticed her staring and smiled. "You don't need to be scared of Scott, baby. He won't hurt you."

"So, knocked up a girl and she dumped you with the kid, Michaels?"

Bret Hart smirked at Shawn as he passed, crossing his arms. "Couldn't find a babysitter?" he asked.

Shawn glared at the Canadian. He started to say something when Alexis stepped forward, letting go of his hand so she could stand in front of Bret. "You don't talk to my brother like that!" she scolded him, moving her hands to her hips. "You're just a mean old man who can't beat anyone his own size!" Shawn choked back laughter when Bret frowned and walked away without another word, Alexis turning back to him with a smile.

"And what happened here?" Mark came up behind Alexis.

Shawn finally laughed out loud. "Lex just told Hart off."

Mark chuckled. He lifted Alexis up from behind, letting her sit on his shoulders. "He was mean to Shay," she pouted, hugging the top of Mark's head.

"You were very brave, chipmunk," Mark said, looking up at her.

.*.

"Shay! Shay! Come here!"

Shawn threw the towel he was using to dry the dishes over his shoulder and walked outside, leaning against the outside wall as he watched Alexis playing with Hunter. "Watch this!" she called happily. She jumped and latched onto Hunter's knee, the older blonde groaning and collapsing to the ground because of his injury. She quickly stood up and put him into a figure four leg-lock. "Tap!" she yelled, putting more pressure on his legs.

Hunter yelled in pain before slapping his hand on the grass. Shawn laughed, clapping when Alexis released the hold and smiled back at him.

"How old is she?" Hunter asked, rubbing his leg.

Shawn kept laughing. "8," he said. "Hunt, you tapped to an 8-year-old."

"Hey, she had the figure four on me!" Hunter argued, pointing at the youngest blonde. Shawn just laughed.

.*.

Shawn fell to his knees with the WWF Championship title in his hands after his grueling match with Bret Hart. His theme music played as the fans cheered. He was still sort of a heel but that didn't mean he didn't deserve some respect after winning the championship!

"Shay!"

Shawn looked to the entrance to the walkway to the ring and smiled when he saw who it was. Hunter walked out from behind the curtains, standing with a smile on his face and his arms crossed. Alexis came out from behind him in blue jeans, sneakers, a green T-shirt with the WWF symbol on it in gold, and the silver cross necklace around her neck. Her hair wasn't dyed at all and was longer, tied up in a high ponytail that ended a little higher than her waist. Shawn snapped the straps of the title belt together and slid it onto his shoulder, standing up. "Come here, baby girl," he said, holding his arms out.

Alexis smiled and walked with Hunter down to the ring, the Game lifting her up onto the apron, Shawn holding the ropes open for her. The Heartbreak Kid lifted his 13-year-old sister up on his shoulders, kissing the top of her hand. "I'm so proud of you, Shay-Shay," she said happily, smiling down at him as the crowd cheered around him.

.*.

Shawn grinned, holding the back of his neck as he looked around at the cheering crowd. He'd just beaten John Cena and the crowd was cheering like crazy.

"Who is that?" Lawler asked.

Shawn looked over at the entrance ramp and his grin widened when he saw Alexis walking down the ramp with a smile on her face. At 18, she'd been living in the house he'd bought her in North Carolina for about 4 years now and had become good friends with the Hardys as well as part of OMEGA. Her hair had been cut to about jaw-length and had a single black streak near her eyes. "Come here, baby girl," he said, still acting like she was only 13 again.

Alexis just smiled again and climbed into the ring, drawing her brother into a hug. "Nice job, Shay," she congratulated. Neither blonde noticed Michael Cole get into the ring behind them, a microphone in his hand.

"Shawn," he said, getting both blondes' attention. "We've all been wondering. Who is this girl? Is she your girlfriend?"

Alexis looked at Shawn and laughed. Michael just looked confused. Shawn smiled at his sister and nodded. Alexis stepped back a couple steps before delivering a Sweet Chin Music to Cole, his head snapping back as the hell of her black cowboy boot connected with his jaw. She grabbed the microphone from where it'd been dropped. "Well, that was fun!" she laughed. "And for those of you who don't already know, my name is Alexis Michaels and I am proud to be the younger sister of the one, the only, the Heartbreak Kid, the Showstopper, the Headliner, the Main Event, the Legend, the Icon, Mr. Wrestlemania, Shawn Michaels!"

"Have you been practicing that move?" Shawn asked as the crowd cheered. Alexis just grinned.

.*.

Hunter smiled when Shawn finally relaxed, his shoulders dropping. "See, now isn't that better?" he asked. He patted his knee like Shawn was 5, not caring about the consequences.

Shawn let out a slow breath, going over and sitting on Hunter's lap, the Game running his fingers through his hair to calm him down a bit more. "Hunter, am I being too protective of her?" he asked.

"You are being the right amount of protective," Hunter said. "But Alexis Shawn Hickenbottom is a strong person and she loves you as her brother. But…don't tell her I called her by her full name. I'm not strong enough to go through another superkick right now."

Shawn smiled a little, taking a deep breath. "But if DiBiase tries this crap again, he is dead." Hunter grinned.

~.**.~

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,
Na, na, na, na, na.
Drugs gimme drugs, gimme drugs, I don't need it
But I'll sell what you got, take the cash and I'll keep it
Eight legs to the wall, hit the gas, kill them all
And we crawl and we crawl and we crawl, you be my detonator.
Love, gimme love, gimme love, I don't need it
But I'll take what I want from your heart and I'll keep it
In a bag, in a box, put an X on the floor
Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more, shut up and sing it with me.
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,
(from mall security)
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,
(to every enemy)
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,
(we're standing on your property)
Standing in V formation.

The crowd cheered as fireworks around the stage went off, illuminating the tables, ladders, and chairs suspended in a design around the stage and tron. "Hello and welcome to New Orleans for the Tables, Ladders, and Chairs TLC pay-per-view event! I'm Michael Cole here with Jerry "the King" Lawler and Jim Ross."

"And what a line-up for today," King said, looking at his commentator partners. "Especially the Intercontinental Championship tables, ladders, and chairs match between Alexis Michaels and Justin Gabriel! That's gonna be crazy!"

"Well, we'll just have to wait and see," JR said.

~.**.~

Alexis stopped when she heard people moving frantically in the hallways. "Pay-per-view's started, hasn't it?" she asked, Jeff looking up from his Skittles. He nodded. "Shit! I was supposed to be in the Legacy locker room 3 hours ago!"

"Wait!" Jeff pulled on her arm when she tried to run away and brought her back to the table. "I wanted to give you something." He pulled something out of the back pocket of his jeans. "Here."

"Jeff…" Alexis smiled at the sight of the thick rainbow-colored bracelet in Jeff's hand.

"I've got one, too," Jeff said, pulling up the sleeve of the shirt to show the same bracelet tied around his wrist. He pushed the left sleeve of her sweatshirt up, tying the bracelet on. "And, hey, it'll cover the scar from our OMEGA days when Matt got you making your outfit."

Alexis laughed. "Yeah, he apologized for days after that. To me and to Shawn."

"MICHAELS!"

She visibly winced. "And that's my cue to leave," she said, kissing Jeff quickly before turning for the door. "I'll see you later." She ran out of the room and down the hallway with her duffel bag bouncing against her back, slowing when she neared Legacy's locker room and walking slowly in. Ted glared at her the instant he saw her.

"You're an hour late," he growled as she closed the door, dropping her bag to the floor. "Where. Were. You?"

Alexis gulped quietly. Just because she grew up around guys like him didn't mean she still wasn't a little bit afraid of guys like him. Especially when they hold her contract. "I lost track of time," she lied. "Fell asleep. Security woke me up 10 minutes ago."

Ted seemed to buy it. "Get dressed," he ordered, sitting next to Cody on the bench in front of the lockers. The blonde started to take her bag into the bathroom but he held her back. "Right here."

Alexis ground her teeth together, but pulled out the bag he'd shoved at her earlier. Well, she thought, taking a deep breath. Time for growing up in a locker room to come in handy. Alexis pulled off her sweatshirt and the tanktop underneath, spinning around as she unhooked her bra. She reached into the bag and groaned at the shirt she had to wear.

~.**.~

"Here are your winners!" Lillian announced, the ref holding up Shawn and Hunter's arms. "D-Generation X!"

Shawn collapsed into Hunter as soon as they had slid out of the ring, the Game helping him back up the ramp and backstage. "In pain…" he moaned as Hunter set him down on a bench so a trainer could look him over.

"Full body massage," Hunter told the trainer. "Shawn, I'll be back in an hour." He walked out of the room and down the hallway, freezing when he saw Alexis coming out a locker room in her new outfit. "What the hell are you wearing, sweets?"

Alexis froze when she heard his voice, turning slowly to face him. "Can DiBiase be an acceptable answer?" she asked a bit nervously.

Hunter looked her up and down when he got closer. Alexis had on a pair of black boyshort-like shorts with 'Legacy' in gold curly script across the butt with black kneepads and black boots. On top was a black piece of fabric that could barely pass off as a top with gold outlining it, covering just her breasts with a hole in the front that showed off part of them also outlined in gold. She still had the bracelet and the necklace Jeff gave her on, black tape around her right elbow and around her right wrist. "Sweets, I can't let you go out in that," he said. "Come on." She followed him to his locker room, catching what he threw her way out of his bag. "Just put that on over. I'll take care of DiBiase if he gives you shit about it."

"And don't tell Shawn," Alexis pleaded, pulling on the Triple H merch shirt Hunter tossed her as well as a pair of his black basketball shorts.

"About the outfit or about your new accessory choices?" Hunter asked, motioning at the Hardyz necklace around her neck and the bracelet around her left wrist. He chuckled when Shawn's sister blushed lightly and didn't speak. "Don't worry, sweets. I won't tell him anything. You can do that on your own time. Just make sure to invite me and make sure popcorn is provided."

"Michaels in 2," someone announced over the backstage intercom.

"Kick Gabriel's ass, Lex," Hunter said as she turned to leave.

"Gotta whoop a man's ass sometimes," she said, catching the cowboy hat the Game tossed at her and setting it securely on her head.

"You are such a little Texas girl," Hunter laughed as she opened the door.

"Give me some boots and a horse anytime, boy," she joked, tipping her hat at him. "I'll ride it like nothing ever ridden before." She walked out of the room and ran down the hallway, sliding up to the Gorilla Position just as Lillian got into the ring with a microphone, the ring itself surrounded by tables, ladders, and chairs.

"This match is set for one-fall," she announced. "And it is a tables, ladders, and chairs match for the Intercontinental Championship! Now, the only way to win this match is by climbing a ladder and retrieving the championship."

We walk alone,
In the unknown,
We live to win another victory.
We are the young,
Dying sons,
We live to change the face of history so be afraid.
It's the price we pay,
The only easy day was yesterday.
So hear our voice,
We have a choice,
It's time to face it…
We are one
We are one
We are on
We will stand together.
Number one
Number one
The chosen ones.

Justin Gabriel walked out, the rest of Nexus not behind him for once. "Introducing first, the challenger, from Cape Town, South Africa, weighing in at 215 pounds, Justin Gabriel!"

I've been waiting from the shadows for so long,
My blood is wired but I'm waiting my turn,
I got a feeling that it's coming on real strong,
I know I'm ready for this fire to burn.
It's the last round,
Taking my clown,
So here's the countdown,
It's time to start the show!

Alexis came running out on the ramp with a smile on her face, doing a move that resembled Jeff Hardy's entrance dance.

Yeah, when the lights are shining,
Yeah, I'm the one headlining,
I'm almost there, and I wouldn't stop trying,
Whoa, oh, and tonight's the night I'm gonna take it all…

"And from San Antonio, Texas, weighing in at 160 pounds, she is the current Intercontinental Championship, the Rocker, Alexis Michaels!" Alexis ran down the ramp, still smiling, and slid into the ring, tossing her hat at the announcer's table. The bell rang.

The two immediately locked up, Justin getting her into a side headlock first. Alexis walked backwards until they hit the ropes, pushing Justin off her, ducking when he came back around and hitting him with a standing dropkick with he came back again. She slid out of the ring and got a ladder, sliding it halfway into the ring before Justin kicked it back into her, the legs jamming into her chest and stomach and knocking her to the ground.

15 minutes later…

Alexis groaned in pain as she climbed the corner turnbuckle, Justin lying prone on the Spanish announce table. The blonde took a deep breath before jumping off and jamming her arm into Gabriel's sternum, the table falling apart on impact.

The crowd cheered. The two competitors were lying on top of each other in a pile of wood from the announce table. There were bent chairs surround the ring, a few in it along with one or two broken tables and a bent ladder suspended from the bottom rope and the guardrail in front of the fans.

Alexis moved first, pulling herself up with the guardrail in front of her. She almost collapsed as her left knee gave out on her, holding onto the referee to stay standing. Limping over to the ring, she slid in, gripping the ladder lying in the middle of the ring. The blonde forced herself to move, standing on her right leg as she set up the ladder in the middle of the ring. Justin still wasn't moving as she hopped up the ladder one rung at a time. After what seemed like an eternity, she grabbed the Intercontinental title hanging at least 20 feet above the ring, unhooking the straps and falling off the ladder to the ring floor with the belt clutched tightly to her chest.

"Here is your winner and still the Intercontinental Champion, Alexis Michaels!" Lillian announced as the referee called out the EMTs for Justin (who still hadn't moved).

"Alexis!"

Alexis opened her eyes when she heard someone calling her name, looking over at the ramp to see Jeff running toward the ramp, Hunter hot on his heels. "Uncle Hunter," she groaned as she crawled toward the ropes with her title.

"You'll be fine," Hunter assured her. Jeff grabbed her title, the Game picking her up in his arms and heading back up the ramp. "You did good, sweets. We're proud of you."

"Uncle Hunter?" Alexis asked softly. Hunter smiled a bit. She hadn't called him that in a long time. "I-Is is bad that I can't fell my left leg? L-Like, at all?"

"You'll be fine," Hunter replied. "We'll get you a trainer and then you can go home with Shawn."

"I don't think so." Ted walked up in front of Hunter and Jeff, Cody right behind him. "She'll be staying in a room with us."

Hunter glared at the two. "DiBiase, she is in no condition to stay with anyone but her brother for tonight," he growled menacingly. "I don't give a damn if you have her contract, I don't give a damn if you can fire her, she's staying with me and Shawn tonight." He pushed his way in between them, Jeff staying on his heels as he turned a corner.

Alexis gave a small smile, closing her eyes again. "Thanks, Uncle Hunter."

Hunter smiled back, kissing her forehead. "Anything for you, sweets."

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Told ya it'd be hella long. 14 and a half pages to be exact.

Songs used (in order): "MMMBop" – Hanson; "Motorcity" – Adam Skaggs; "Take It All" – Zididada; "Na Na Na" – My Chemical Romance; "We Are One" – 12 Stones

And like said before, one of my most favorite memories.

My dad (R.I.P.) took me when I was 4 to a WWF event. You know how Shawn Michaels sometimes took kids from the audience into the ring and danced with them? Well…I was one of those kids. It was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced, being in the ring and getting kissed by the Heartbreak Kid on the cheek. I'll never forget it. :)