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Author's Note: Hey everyone. Thanks for the reviews. MOTORCITY! MOTORCITY! MOTORCITY! I don't know about anyone else, but I am so excited that Chris and Alex didn't lose the titles. Anyway, here is the next chapter, lol. Enjoy!

He woke up a few hours later, just in time for the sun to leave a summer chill in the air. Alex yawned, feeling his body ache, something he always felt as a pro-wrestler. He loved his job, but the pain wasn't always fun. In the hotel room, he noticed his TV was on still and it was playing this week's TNA Impact. Even stranger, it was playing his tag team match with Chris and they were fighting Beer Money for what could be considered a feud with many matches that left fans wanting more. He watched with a careful eye, seeing the perfect combination moves they used together, noticing how connected they were as a team. Why couldn't TNA see that? Didn't they know how much the fans loved them?

Alex turned off the TV, not wanting to annoy himself even further. He sat up and wondered if he could find something to do in the city. Considering it wasn't that late and a beautiful night, he was sure he could find something. After spending nearly a half hour walking around the city, he stopped in front of a bar. He didn't have to get drunk, he knew. He could have a few beers and just watch people.

Entering the crowded, sticky bar, he sat down on a bar chair, noticing it was far from new. The counter on the bar was sticky as well and he picked his hand up; it reminded him of the places he played with the band a few times. He thought about the band, and wondered if Chris was still trying to call him. He had left his phone back at the hotel, making him wish he would have taken it with him.

"What can I get you?" a voice said.

Alex shrugged. "Whatever. Surprise me."

The bartender shrugged and walked over and picked up a random beer, handing it to him. "Thanks."

"Sure."

Alex drank it slowly, noticing it was heavy as it burned his throat a little. He set down the bottle and looked around. Most, if not all of the people in the bar were already drunk and were watching something on TV, fighting with each other. He felt strange, knowing it was like this in every city and only the faces changed. It didn't matter where you went, there was a person who drowned their problems with beer and other forms of alcohol, living this life at night and feeling remorseful during the day.

Cringing, he didn't want to end up like this. What other option did he have though? It wasn't as if he knew any places he could go and sitting in his hotel room would leave him stir-crazy.

"Damn, I would have thought you wouldn't come into the bar," a cheerful, almost playful voice said.

Alex frowned and looked to his right, seeing the woman he met earlier. She was dressed in a much more revealing way. She wore a short, bright red dress that barely passed over the tips of her thighs, squeezing every curve of her body into place. It was very different from her earlier outfit; a skirt and tank top that made her look confident, but not easy. Alex felt a little guilty, labeling her as easy just because of what she wore.

"Hello? Do you remember me? You know, come on, the woman you harassed earlier? Claire."

Alex nodded, remembering she was standing in front of him. "Yeah, I remember you."

Claire smiled a little and took a seat next to Alex, frowning as her dress rode up. "I hate my dress. I didn't even want to wear it today, I swear. My friends don't understand I don't want to spend time at the bar or at a club. It's not fun for me."

Wearing the dress wasn't her idea, Alex realized. Now he felt really guilty for thinking she was easy and looked away.

"What made you come to the bar?"

"What?" Alex asked.

Claire rolled her eyes. "Listening might help." He couldn't help but notice she seemed a lot more forceful and confident with her words, unlike the weak girl he had seen earlier, crying alone. Past her sharp-cut hair and demanding blue eyes, he noticed her warm smile that made him smile back. "I was wondering why you came to the bar."

"Oh, there is nothing to do," Alex said simply.

"What do you mean there is nothing to do?"

Alex shrugged, her edgy attitude surprising him. "I don't live around here."

"I figured," she muttered. "You obviously don't know the area."

"No," he agreed. "That's why I can't find anything to do."

Claire smiled. "I know a ton of places we could see."

"We?"

She shrugged and flashed a wide smile. "Yeah, why not? It's not like I'm having fun here and you're only here because you have nothing to do. I don't see why we couldn't have some fun."

"I don't want to." Alex leaned forward, taking a sip of his beer. When the nasty taste returned to his mouth, he pushed it away and focused on ignoring her dress.

"Why not?"

"I don't want to," he repeated.

Claire pouted and shoved her arms over her chest. "You're a jerk."

"Excuse me?"

"You're a jerk," she muttered.

"And you're like crazy or something," he answered, annoyed from her suddenly positive attitude. "A few hours ago, you were crying a few feet away. Now you're suddenly all cheery and ready to take on the world. I don't understand you."

Claire's face crumbled. "I was just trying to be nice," she whispered, pulled down her dress and ran off, leaving him sitting at the sticky bar. He watched her disappear into the crowd and sighed.

After sitting at the bar for another half hour, Alex left and walked around the dark city, hoping to find Claire. He was planning on apologizing for what he said, considering Chris Sabin was playing games in his head again. Somehow, even when his friend wasn't around, he managed to be the nicer person.

He didn't know where to find her though. He was sure she was a local and knew her red dress wouldn't be hard to find, but it was a large city after all and it could take hours. Not to even mention how late it was, and she had probably went home. He didn't know where home was for her, but considering the dress she wore looked slightly expensive, she must have had a decent job.

He tried remembering her face and all he could think about was her edgy attitude.

He didn't like walking around the city when it was this late. He had already walked across several clubs where people were drunk and loud, music playing for the entire world to listen to. Alex wondered if she was inside one of those clubs, dragged somewhere else with these friends he had never seen. Were they even real? Or was she just playing him since he seemed lonely. He couldn't stop seeing her crying earlier though, how scared and weak she looked.

Damn.

He finally had to give up as it neared two in the morning and he retreated back to his hotel room, sitting down in his uncomfortable bed. A few more texts were waiting for him, several from Chris. His friend didn't give up. He sighed. Every time he was alone, he thought about Michelle.

Alex realized he should have gone with Claire. At least, he wouldn't be alone and sitting in a hotel room, wishing his life would disappear and the people who cared about him would just stop wondering why he wouldn't answer the phone.

"Stop it! Please!" a sudden voice yelled. A loud, sickening crash slammed into a wall near by and Alex's ears perked at the noise. "Please," the voice whimpered. "Please."

He walked near the door, listening closer to the voice. "Say anything else and I'll kill you," another voice said.

After standing at his door for nearly a minute, listening to the woman whimper and plead, he picked up something to defend himself with, once more seeing Chris in his mind and opened the door. At the sound, whoever was on top of the girl pushed away and ran toward the elevator, leaving nothing other than a brunette young girl covering her face, a torn red dress around her ankles. Realizing she wasn't alone, she rushed to cover her body and seemed to realize all she had on was the dress. He watched as terrified eyes met his and Claire fainted at his feet, leaving him wondering what to do with her.

Shrugging, he pushed at her unmoving body, wondering if she could hear him. Finally, deciding if someone walked down the hallway, it wouldn't look very good; he picked her up and laid her on his bed, covering her with a blanket. He sat a few feet away, wondering when she planned on waking up.

Alex laughed a little. He didn't expect the woman he was looking for to show up at his door.

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