Love ya all for the support on this one. I am not sitting in on this strike19 business, I am totally against what this person is trying to do and so I have written to them in a review, quite a long one, and have stated I intend- as do many other of my e-sistas on here - to continue writing during her "strike" period of the 1st to the 7th, because honestly we enjoy writing and with the reviewers support we all have atm we do not wish to push you people away with the idea that we don't appreciate your comments enough already. I adore you all for even leaving one line, or just alerting. I'm going to put a list up on my profile of people against this strike. If you are, just let me know in the review or PM.

Anyway onto the business of MCMG. This is gonna be quite a dark fic and have a lot of stuff in it, I hope you enjoy the twists and turns in it and this chap is a little fluffy but well, hehe- you'll thank me for it in the coming chapters. Trust me.

P.S. In my profile will also be links to the wallpapers I have made for this, they actually look quite professional as I took a new approach.

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Chapter Twenty-Six

Jen laid there. Chris had his back to her on the opposite side of the bed and she swallowed the thick lump in her throat. She curled up more tightly round the pillow she was hugging it tightly. She was worried about Dylan and she was worried about how Tyson would be tomorrow during their appearance and then show where it was Chris with her as his valet against Tyson.

She sighed heavily and jumped when an arm slipped over her waist. "You okay?" Chris asked quietly. Jen hadn't even heard him move and she'd been too wrapped up in her thoughts to notice him get close. She was tense but Chris didn't seem to even care as he hugged her slightly from behind. "Jen?"

"Yeah- I was just thinking," she replied and looked at him when he put his head on her arm. "Why?"

"Cause I could hear you crying," he told her. What? Jen brought her hand up and realized her was right. She had been crying.

"Great! Now you can tease me and mock me about that," she muttered, wiping away the tear lines. Chris caught her wrist suddenly, stopping her.

"I am not going to tease and mock you about it. Worried about Dylan, ain't ya?" he asked. Jen glanced at him and then looked away. "I am too if it helps any but I know that Alex would take the pain before letting Dylan get hurt, trust me."

"How long have they-"

Chris smiled slightly at her and shook his head. "They ain't. Dylan refused to while she was dating Tyson and Alex sort of backed off. Kinda glad that he did."

"Why are you glad that he did?" Jen asked but hoped that he didn't say what she thought he was going to say.

"Well just cause I- well," he stammered and chuckled nervously, rolling off her and looking up at the ceiling. "I like Dylan a little. I mean she is like my best friend in a way next to Alex and I don't know. Whenever I spend time with her I feel like I- heck, she likes my best friend and he likes her so what chance do I have?"

Jen rolled over onto her back. "You know, when I asked for your help earlier, I was going to say it was to help them two, but- considering how you feel I really don't think it was even worth the time asking you," she said quietly.

"I'll help," he told her.

Jen sat up and looked down at him. "But why?"

"Because- it's Alex and well I-" Jen just gave him a look that said to keep going. He did. "Alex has liked her since before they even met to be honest with you."

"How is that likely?" she asked, smiling slightly.

"Because… when he and I went to a small federation show just to watch one night, she was there performing. Alex-" Chris chuckled, as he thought back on it, "never once took his eyes off her. Every move she did, he kept telling him how well she executed it and how she never once stuffed up. He had wanted to meet her that night and ask her out, but just before we got backstage- well, Tyson passed us and Alex asked him if he'd seen a short, blonde woman covered in tattoos in the last few minutes." Chris stopped and sat up, scratching his chest. "Tyson got defensive pretty bad and well, said that Alex had better keep his distance, without actually saying that he was Dylan's boyfriend."

Jen just looked at Chris as he told her about it all. "So Alex never got the chance?"

"Obviously, however- Alex said he would have just asked for a kiss on the cheek and a photo and he would've been happy. He- He kinda forgot about that night when we saw her in the hallway backstage on her first night and well I guess he sort of fell head over heels for her and I don't want to hurt him or her, cause I know she likes him and well- I don't want to ever hurt them like that and they just. Tyson has it in for Alex; at least if he has Dylan close to him now, she is much safer."

Jen smiled softly and reached out to take her hand in his. "You know I thought you were just a big man child but hearing that; just proved me wrong."

Chris looked up and smiled at her. "Guess that slap earlier knocked a little bit of sense into me, eh?" he enquired.

She stifled a laugh and leaned over, kissing his cheek gently. "Yeah for that, after this talk, I am very sorry I hit you."

He lifted up one shoulder as they both lay back down. "No worries, don't say sorry cause I needed the slapping around," he remarked, nudging her slightly with his elbow.

Jen did laugh this time and said she'd be round long enough to more than likely do it a few more times which Chris gawked at before mock pouting.

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Alex warily showed Dylan to the table end where Jenny and the others were sitting. Clearly, from the look on his mother's face she approved of how nice Dylan looked and Alex helped Dylan sit down before falling into the seat beside her so she was between himself and much to his dismay,

"You look very nice in grey Dylan." Alex looked at his mother and then at Dylan who blushed and kept her head down, saying thank you to the more aged woman.

"Oh wow lookit, Pat has a new girl!" Dylan and Alex both looked up to find two thirteen year old boys, both in the Made In Detroit shirts, staring three seats down from the pair. That one sentence drew the entire table to look at the pair.

"Wait- no, no, no! Dylan and I are- we're just friends. We work together on-screen as a couple that is all," he said though it was hard to stomach in actual fact being that he was dating her and did want to tell them all that.

Everyone seemed more interested in knowing about Dylan than they did in listening to what Alex had to say. "Wow! Oh my god, mom pat brought my favourite Knockout to dinner!" a sixteen year old gushed excitedly. "Where's the camera- this is in no way not ending with a photograph."

"Hold-"

Dylan said she was happy to get a photo with the girl who actually nearly squealed from excitement as Dylan got up and walked round to her. Alex rolled his eyes at his cousin. Yeah, she said everyone was her favourite, didn't always make it true. Then again, how could no one not find Dylan likeable enough on or off-screen to be considered their favourite. Hell, she was certainly his, but for a whole other reason.

When she came and sat back down, Alex covered her thigh with his hand and felt her squeeze it back reassuringly as she smiled up at him. He relaxed a little more as everyone got to talking amongst themselves in little groups.

"You okay?" He glanced back at Dylan and hadn't realized most of his family around him were all looking at him.

"What?" he asked.

"You were glaring at Jenny like you wanted to hurt her," his father answered. Dylan asked him again if he was alright. "Yeah I am fine, honestly. Sorry Jenny, I just got wrapped up in my thoughts. You know I could never hurt by baby sister, no matter how much of a pain she can sometimes be."

And once again, everyone else went back to want they were doing before he caught their attention. Alex was quiet for the most part, as was Dylan however she did get hounded with questions, quite a lot of questions.

Dylan asked her own back though. "So- what was Alex like as a kid? I mean Matt and Jeffro have embarrassed me with stories, what about him?" she inquired when everyone was eating.

Oh he was gonna get her back big time for that one. An older woman of the group laughed and Alex literally put his hands over his face when he realized his grandmother was going to start up this long winded train of what he was like.

"Well, he was always did enjoy taking off his clothes whenever he could," she remarked. The entire table started to laugh as Alex sunk down into his seat and Dylan put his shoulder.

"And just think Patrick," she started and he scowled slightly at her calling him that, "you are in the profession where fangirls would love you to do."

His mother gave Dylan a somewhat hard look while his father just outright started laughing telling her it was all too true.

"Okay all, tonight you have a live DJ who is most happy to give you all an announcement!" Alex was saved by the entertainment host appearing on the stage. The moment the DJ appeared, Dylan was laughing.

"What's so funny?" he inquired.

"I know the DJ."

The guy took the microphone and scanned the crowd. "Now hold on a moment, I know I saw and heard they were in here," he remarked, still searching the crowd, "where are my favourite Detroit professional wrestlers. Come on guys, stand up for us. Please give a warm welcome to former X-Division champion Alex Shelley of the Motor City Machine Guns and his girlfriend the biggest little Knockout and current All Japan Women's Pro Wrestling Champ Dylan Hardy."

With a slight pause, both Alex and Dylan stood up and Alex smiled slightly when the DJ told them to get up on the stage. They headed over and Alex, being ever so gentle, lifted Dylan up onto the stage due to her heels and then got up himself. Dylan hugged the DJ while Alex shook hands with him.

"Okay, so I didn't want to disrupt your dinner with the family or anything but had to get you two up here," he remarked.

Alex was inwardly jumping that he had called them up on stage. Saved the embarrassing stories of him that was for sure for getting to Dylan's ears, which he didn't really need knowing his entire family had a lot of stories to tell of him.

"It's cool," Alex said.

"So- we should probably do like a bit of an interview while I have you two up here considering the headline that was on TNA's website tonight, I am glad I caught hold of my little friend." Alex and Dylan both frowned. The DJ just gave them a look. "TNA has announced that a Tyson Boreande has signed a very long term contract with TNA and that he issued a very threatening statement to the Knockout Dylan Hardy and X-Division star Alex Shelley."

The pair looked at each other before Alex dug into his pocket to grab his phone. He quickly texted Dixie and asked her what the statement issued was about as Dylan distracted everyone else by starting into it with the DJ.

Alex: "What is the word on this statement? Real/fake? Jarrett?"

He sent it. About two seconds later he had a new message.

Dixie: "I'll explain it to you tomorrow; I'm flying up in the morning and will be at your house round eight."

Alex murmured the message into Dylan's ear as she leaned back into him, his arm subconsciously sliding round her waist protectively at her mention of this being some of Tyson's twisted work. Everyone at their table who saw it, started to murmur and Jenny glanced at Darren who just kept his eyes on the stage the entire time. She was worried about this, about Dylan and Alex and she was going to get the information out of Dylan once she got the chance to get the older woman to the bathroom.