Alex Shelley woke up to a ray of sunlight beaming on him square in the face. He looked strangely at his surroundings before remembering what happened the previous night. After leaving Sabin's, he drove around for a couple of hours until he reached a scummy hotel with a huge neon sign.

"Good Morning World" Alex exclaimed pulling open the curtains of his hotel room noticing a bird on the window sill. "It's a beautiful day to ruin some lives isn't it buddy? You go shit on some rich bastards car and I'll go destroy a best friends life. Sound good?"

He walked over to the bathroom and turned on the faucet for the cold water and let it run for a few seconds before sticking his head underneath it and letting the water hit the back of his neck and wet his hair. He turned off the faucet and shook his head to get the excess water off and looked at himself in the mirror.

"Showtime"

Alex sat down on the bed and reached for his cellphone on the nightstand. He opened it and went through the phonebook until he found the number he was looking for.

"TNA Wrestling, Ms. Carter's office" answered the cheery voice of Dixie's assistant.

"Good Morning, is Dixie in please? It's Alex Shelley"

"I'm sorry Alex, she's in a meeting right now. Would you like to call back in about an hour and I can put you through?"

"No, this is urgent. Can you interrupt the meeting? I really need to speak to her as soon as I can" Alex paused and feigned as if his voice was breaking, "It's about Chris Sabin and I'm really worried about him and need to talk to her".

"It'll be okay Alex. Hold on, I'll go get her on the line. Everything will be okay" the assistant replied.

"Thank you so much" he squeaked out while sniffling into the phone.

"It's a shame I can't use this act later as reasoning for more TV time. Weak actor my ass. I'm about to put on a performance that would win any B-List actor every award those crackpot internet writers can come up with".

A few minutes passed before Alex heard the familiar voice of the TNA President on the line.

"Alex, are you okay? What's going on that my assistant pulls me out of a very important meeting telling me that you of all people is crying on the phone?"

Alex grinned hearing that Dixie had bought the act hook, line and sinker. "Think of the dead cat for real tears...wait, I hate cats."

"Well Ms. Carter, I don't want to be the snitch but Chris has been acting oddly since the changes were made in TNA. He's so afraid of losing his job that...well...he started taking steroids in an effort to get bigger and more WWE style so that he fit what everyone wanted. He loves wrestling so much he's willing to do whatever" cried Alex into the phone. After finishing his sentence he puffed out his chest like a proud peacock. The deed was done.

"Shelley, stop the bullshit. Chris taking steroids? We had drug testing at the last tapings and he came out clean. You're wasting my time for this?" Dixie snapped into the phone, her voice filled with annoyance.

Alex almost dropped the phone at the statement. "Shit, I forgot all about the testing. Fuck."

"If you're done Alex, I have to get back to my mee...".

Alex's light went on.

"He made me take the test for him. He had a knife and threatened to hurt me and Ally if I didn't piss in the cup for him. Everyone trusts Sabin because he's all goody-goody so the testing guys just gave him and a few others a cup while guys like myself are forced to pee for the crowd. I went back to the locker room afterwards and he grabbed me and held the knife up to me saying either I pissed or bled. My choice" he blurted out throwing in some heavy sobs and a shaky voice for the hard sell.

"Alex...my god" Dixie replied emotionless.

"Oh shit, it's over Alex. Jig is up. Your one chance to hang your friend and you go and fuck it up with dramatics. It's do or die and you're roadkill on the highway" he mentally beat himself up.

"I heard that Chris was acting sneaky and out of character at tapings, but I never imagined he was this far gone. We thought he was hiding a girlfriend because he's private about his life. Alex, thank you. I will discuss a few options we have with the doctors and trainers on staff and put some plan together quickly so we can get Chris the help he needs".

"Thank you Dixie. I just want to get my best friend back."

"...back for sleeping with MY woman".

This ain't real baby, got a better excuse for myself....