"Hey Hunt." Alix smiled as she walked into her hotel room. Inside were Hunter and Shawn Michaels, both without a shirt on, and staring at what looked like a cartoon on the TV. "Ooh – what do I owe the pleasure of having the esteemed Raw GM in my hotel room?"
"Thought I'd pay my fellow DX member a visit." Shawn grinned and motioned towards Triple H. "Nice Smackdown tonight. Can't believe you took on Barrett and Slater with that ankle of yours."
"If damn Husky hadn't gotten to me I would still be kickin' their asses." Alix laughed. "Ugh it is killin' me though. How'd you manage to get in here without being spotted by everyone within a thirty-six mile radius? You aren't exactly the one to be discreet."
"Well thanks guys, it's cool, I don't exist." Hunter crossed his arms, his eyes not leaving the cartoon meant for ten year olds on the TV.
"I said hey!" Alix argued, peering over Shawn in order to see Hunter. "You didn't respond, so henceforth I ignore you!"
"Geez, Al, that's a pretty big word." Shawn brought his hand to his head as if he had a headache. "Can we try not to use really big words at night? 'Specially this late at night? Yes, thank you very much."
Alix laughed and sat back against the back of her bed, thinking about 'Taker and Big Show or what Christian had told her. She was elated that Mysterio liked her, but there was also Evan and even Cena and Kofi and R-Truth.
Her mind faltered around R-Truth, who was still in the hospital after being attacked by the Nexus. He, unlike Edge, had only woken up once or twice at most, and couldn't bring himself to say anything. And then there was Mattie, who was in the hospital now, and she had been told that he hadn't said a word other than the repetition of Nexus, and the mention of Barrett right before he was taken into the ambulance.
"Whatchu thinkin' about, Ally-cat?" Hunter asked softly, peering over Shawn to see her.
"Nothin' really…" Alix said with a shaky smile. "…Okay a lot, but really everything's cool."
Shawn reached for the remote and turned the TV off, turning to Alix. He was in the same position as Hunter, who was already looking at her. "Really hon, what's up? What's on your mind? It's gotta be more interesting than that cartoon."
"Well uhm…as I was leaving the arena, 'Taker and Show were arguing…pretty much over me. Like which one could protect me better. It was weird; it was almost as if they were arguing over who was my father. It was really weird."
"Ha!" Hunter laughed loudly. "Doesn't matter – I'd win that any day!"
Alix groaned loudly, her heart stopping. "Not you too, Hunter! Please no, not you."
"Sorry Ally-cat." Hunter shrugged. "But I'll fight for you if I have to. I'll beat big ol' Big Show, Undertaker will be a challenge. But I'll beat him too."
"You're acting as if this is a match!" Alix shouted, close to tears. "It's not a match – and I'm sick of people making a pay per view out of my life!"
Shawn sat uncomfortably between the two, not having anything to say. He was tempted to say 'you know, that would be a really good idea,' on the pay per view comment, but knew it was for the better that he didn't.
"W-Was there anything else?" the Heartbreak Kid stammered, trying to break the tension between the King of Kings and the X-Stinger. It wasn't working that well in his favor.
"Not really." Alix gritted her teeth, glaring daggers at Triple H. "I've learned that five wrestlers have crushes on me, and I can't stop thinking about Edgey and Mattie and Truth. That's it."
"Ooh, five crushes?" HBK squealed, bouncing and blocking Hunter's face from Alix's view. "I love it when backstage WWE is a soap opera! Who are they?"
"Kofi, AirBourne – obviously – R-Truth, Cena, and…mi Mysterioso."
"Ooh, you're back to your Spanish tongue!" Shawn squealed. "That is awesome! …Wait aren't you like goin' out with Bourne or something?"
"Sorta-" Alix started, but was interrupted.
"Yes." Hunter said gruffly, crossing his arms. Alix glared at him.
"Sort of." She settled on, not agreeing with Hunter's 'yes.' "If we are than…it's pretty unorthodox."
There was silence between the two Superstars and the one General Manager from that point on. The tension was still thick between the Superstars, and all Shawn wanted was for there to be peace. Between everything with the Nexus, the fights over who was who to Alix, and general WWE mayhem, that was all he needed – for two of his best friends to be fighting.
Alix slouched, ignoring the cartoon, and ignoring her friends in the bed beside her. Too much was happening to her – too much that shouldn't be happening and too much that she couldn't control. The one thing that wouldn't leave her alone through every single one of her thoughts was that if she hadn't joined the WWE none of it would be happening.
Without another word she stood up and walked out onto the concrete balcony of their hotel, instantly being greeted with sounds of the city. She smiled and smelled the air, smelling the salt of the bay as well as the pollution, but crazily enough the pollution smelled like home.
She sat down on one of the while plastic lawn chairs that came with each and every hotel room. Nothing special about them. Propping her feet up on the rail, she stared up at the stars. Contrary to popular belief, you could see a lot of stars even though it was a city. Not as many as if you were in the country, but it was a decent amount for a large city.
Alix took a deep breath, letting the honks of the cars, the yells of gangbangers, and the sirens of police cars and ambulances drown her ears. It's what she needed. A place to herself, away from this chaos. It was days like this she really wished she had an iPod.
"From underneath the trees, we watch the sky. Confusing stars for satellites. I never dreamed that you'd be mine, but here we are; we're here tonight.
"Singin' Amen, I, I'm alive. Singin' Amen, I, I'm alive.
"If everyone cared and nobody cried, if everyone loved and nobody lied, if everyone shared and swallowed their pride; then we'd see the day when nobody died." Alix sang, having heard the song a few times on the radio while her and her friends had been on the road. She liked it – and it seemed to fit pretty well to this situation.
"You sound a little better than a dying cat." A certain tall, muscular, tanned, and tattoed wrestler said, leaning from behind the divider between his and Alix's balconies.
"Oh shut it Orton." Alix laughed. "You couldn't do any better."
"Does rapping count?" He offered. "'Cause I'm fairly sure I could do a little Eminem if I wanted."
"Absolutely not." She scoffed. "…Well…maybe his newer stuff. Show me what you got."
"Come over here first so you can see me without me having to slash into my gut on this railing."
Alix glanced back in at Shawn and Hunter in the room, shrugged, and took a strong grip onto the railing. She popped herself up onto the railing, balancing herself, and with one more jump and some momentum swung herself from her balcony and onto Randy's.
Randy's eyes widened at Alix's trick, and clapped as she landed it expertly.
"And again I ask you to show me what you got." Alix crossed her arms, leaning back against the divider.
Randy thought for a moment, having to force the awe that had filled him out of his head in order to even try and think.
"…Do you know the opening to 25 to Life?" he asked quietly, having already realized how the song that Alix had sang had fit her current situation, and again realizing how much that song fit the situation again. He just wasn't sure if Alix would notice.
"Yep." Alix nodded. "Johnny loves Eminem. Do I need to sing it for you?"
"Just the opening."
Alix nodded again and took a deep breath, trying to see if she could sound a little better than a dying cat.
"Too late…for the other side. Caught in a chase, 25 to life. Too late…for the other side. Caught in a chase, 25 to life. Caught in a chase, 25 to life."
Randy smiled and nodded, closing his eyes to remember the swift lyrics.
"I don't think she understands the sacrifices that I've made. Maybe if this bitch had acted right I would've stayed. But I've already wasted over half of my life I would've laid. Down and died for you…I no longer cry for you. No more pain, bitch you…"
It was then Alix noticed that John Cena was standing at the door, smiling at the two of them. He opened the balcony door, Randy jumped and as he stepped out he took over from where Randy had left off.
"Took me for granted took my heart and ran it straight into the planet, into the dirt I can no longer stand it. Now my respect I demand it. I'mma take control of this relationship; command it, and I'mma be the boss of you now goddammit! And what I mean is that I will no longer let you control me. So you better hear me out, this much you owe me. I gave up my life for you, totally devoted to you while I've stayed faithful all the way this is how I fucking get repaid."
Cena spat out each of the words as if he was Eminem himself, and it showed how much of a fan he was. Alix smiled at him, and decided it was her turn. She was a city girl, and she knew her Eminem.
"Look at how I dress: fucking baggy sweats, go to work a mess. Always in a rush to get back to you I ain't heard you yet; not even once say you appreciate me. I deserve respect! I've done my best to give you nothing less than perfectness, and I know that if I end this I'll no longer have nothing left…But you keep treating me like a staircase it's time to fucking step! And I won't be coming back so don't hold your fucking breath. You know what you've done no need to go in depth…"
The three wrestler's smiled as they knew how much this song applied to them. Alix's part especially; it talked nothing about her having actually left but it showed how her life as a wrestler had treated her so far.
Randy and John joined Alix for the final part of the first verse.
"I told you, you'd be sorry if I fucking left. I'd laugh while you wept! How's it feel now, yeah, funny ain't it? You neglected me; did me a favor although my spirit free you've set. But a special place for you in my heart I have kept. It's unfortunate but it's…"
"Get off of me!" the three heard, abruptly interrupted by a deep but smooth voice from one floor above them. "Get the fuck off of me!"
Alix craned her neck to try and see what was happening – but she couldn't.
There was a slap of skin against concrete, and a clang of bone against metal. A groan resounded and the hollow thud of skin against skin continued.
"Get…off…of…" the voice trailed off, but seemed to get closer to Alix, John, and Randy.
"Guys what's going on…?" Alix asked, trying to adjust herself on the railing.
"Don't." Randy grabbed ahold of her and pulled her back onto the balcony. "We'll figure out soon."
"What? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Don't! Please! I'm begging you! No!"
There was a whoosh of air past Alix and a thud on the ground beneath her. She looked down and John Morrison was sprawled in the bushes.
With that, she fell to the ground crying.
AN: Alright so...Those two songs are 25 to Life by Eminem and If Everyone Cared by Nickelback. Two of my favorite songs, and because my iPods being a fart only one of them are on it. :( I'm getting myself depressed with this chapter...REVIEW!