I DO NOT OWN ANYONE OR ANYTHING IN THIS STORY BESIDES THE OC'S.
Chris's Point of View-
Alex and I stood behind the curtain reciting the states alphabetically when our music hit, we both looked to the curtain we were supposed to be walking through right now and if I knew Alex as good as I do, he isn't fully focused because of Tara and I don't know why he is letting her get to him other than the fact he may be falling for her.
"No thinking of Tara, you will deal with it afterwards." I said in hopes he will do just that, we don't need him focusing elsewhere and getting injured.
"Yeah…" Alex said nodding and made slight eye contact with me, I knew he won't be listening to me, Alex opened the curtain holding it open for me and he ran jumping up onto the apron as I slowly pulled myself up the steel stairs and slid down the apron trying not to lose my balance and fall backwards. I handed Alex my crutches holding onto the ropes for dear life as Alex sat on the middle rope for me and I leant back against him for support as I was putting some weight on my cast as I stepped through the ropes with my good foot and he picked up my bad foot sliding it into the ring. He climbed in handing me my crutches putting them under my arms searching the crowd hoping that Tara showed up but I personally didn't see her at that moment as our music slowly faded out and the crowd stopped cheering when Jacob went to begin the Q & A session.
"Hey guys, Chris what's going on with your leg?" Jacob asked.
"My knee is still recovering, they put the cast on after surgery so I won't mess up the stitching or anything like that…I should be back by end of March…I am hoping the sooner the better." I said smirking.
"Me too…I miss my buddy." Alex said.
"Alex, with your tag partner gone out of action, has things changed?" Jacob asked.
"Obviously…I can't take part in any tag team matches as of late now that Bobbie Roode is healed and there is no one better to tag with than Chris here but I hope that I can find a solos feud to keep myself busy until he can return to the ring." Alex said.
"Alright, ready for some fan questions?" Jacob asked.
"Bring it on." I said as I looked amongst the crowd scanning more closely when I saw someone standing in the shadows in the back way we had took watching us and from the looks of it, it possibly was a girl.
"How do you prepare yourself for matches? Tommy asked." Jacob said as he put that index card in the back of his pile.
"Well, we stretch and warm-up before any match because you need to be on top of your game physically, we recite all 50 states alphabetically and have our minor argument over if Puerto Rico is a part of the 50 states…and we try to mentally get into the mental state of the match." Alex said.
"Mentally? How do you get mentally ready for the match?" Jacob asked.
"We try to push everything out of our mind and just focus on the match we are about to put on, if you aren't focus on what is taking place in the ring it puts risk of injuries higher because you aren't thinking about what you are doing and while your wrestling in the ring all you can and need to think about is the match, if not then you can wrongfully do something causing injuries by doing a move badly." I stated.
"Mental state in the match is just as important as your physical state in the match." Alex said.
"Are you guys single? Margaret asks." Jacob asked.
"Currently, yes." I said smirking and felt like I was blushing a tad.
"Dude, why are you blushing?" Alex asked.
"Shut up and answer the question." I said nudging him.
"Yeah but I'm currently interested in someone." Alex said.
"Who is the lucky person?" Jacob asked.
"I care not to say…" Alex said when I looked back to the area seeing such person smiling and slowly stepping out of the darkness but stepped back into the darkness quicker than she did step out of it and I only caught a glimpse of her.
"Same person asks, would you want kids?" Jacob asked as he moved the card behind his pile.
"I would love kids of my own some day…I want one boy and one girl, but would totally do adoption or foster care as well if the girl would be interested in that as well…I love kids…" Alex said.
"That's because you're a giant kid yourself." I said.
"That I am, I am a giant kid myself so I tend to love kids." Alex said.
"What about Chris? How do you feel about kids?"
"I love them, I would love to have kids of my own one day." I answered.
"Okay…what is the one wrestler, past or present, would you love to wrestle?"
"I would have to say Bret Hart." I said.
"Good choice, Alex?" Jacob said.
"I would have to go with Andre the Giant." Alex said.
"He will kick your ass." I said.
"I don't care, he's a giant and giants are awesome." Alex said.
"Why not Big Show, Great Kahli or Matt Morgan, he's big?"
"They aren't as cool as Andre the Giant though." Alex said.
"Here is a good one, out of all the big and famous tag-teams, which one tag-team past or present do you think Motor-City Machine Guns are most like?" Jacob asked.
"I personally think we base a lot of our stuff from the Rockers." I said.
"But not as bright, we don't dig the bright colors as you couldn't tell."
"And more rocker." I said chuckling.
"Another good one, how did you come up with the name Motor-City Machine Guns?" Jacob asked.
"Well, we are both from Detroit, at least we reside there, which is nicknamed the 'Motor-City' due to all the vehicles made there…" Alex begun.
"And for machine guns because in the bad part of town, that would be the weapon of our choice." I joked.
"You guys are bad ass if you will use machine guns…" Jacob said.
"We will never use machine guns…" Alex said.
"Do you guys own any guns?" Jacob asked.
"I think we each own one, at least I own only one and I keep it near my bed for in case emergencies and only for defense." I stated.
"Me too, I hide mine near my bed for protection." Alex said.
"Makes us feel safer." I said.
"In today's society it is always better to be safe than sorry." Jacob said when Beer Money Inc.'s music begun to play and Bobbie and James walked out holding a microphone that they must have been handed before they walked out, I looked out to the crowd seeing the mysterious girl slowly walking towards the crowd of fans recognizing her as Tara, I smiled knowing she would show up and she did.
"Look here fools…how is having a gun make you safer and we are rednecks for being beer drinking fools? I think people with guns are truly redneck…." James said as he went on his spill why owning a gun is more redneck than beer drinking while Jacob climbed out and this was supposed to lead to Alex's match against James. Alex and Jacob helped me out of the ring and I saw Tara stop at the edge of the crowd, I waved for her to come closer but she shook her head no. I went to the edge of the ring tugging at Alex's pants and he knelt down. "I'm not done talking to you…" James said.
"Look…" I tried to tell Alex.
"I'm busy Chris." Alex said ignoring me and Tara still hadn't budged from her spot. I waved for her to come closer, she shook her head no so I waved for her to come again but she shook her head no again. I hobbled to the empty seat next to my security guard that was supposed to help me throughout this weekend.
"Frank, there is a girl I need you to go get…" I said as he stood up, I pointed Tara out, "She is my assistant for the weekend and they won't let her in here because they say she isn't an employee of TNA but she's employed by me and you can have rest of the match off…." I said as he nodded.
"I got it…" He said as he walked around the ring going through the backstage curtain and up to her talking to her, she looked at me and I waved. The look she had given me, I knew she was mad at me but she followed Frank anyway and joined me ringside sitting in the now vacant seat.
"What the heck was that?" She asked as she came around the ring and I could tell she was nervous being that close to the ring, it is always nerve wrecking being close to a ring when you aren't a wrestling fan because you aren't used to the sounds and you fear for your life.
"You're my assistant, sit…if you see me duck, you duck, if you see me lift my feet lift your feet." I said as she sat down nodding her head. "Are you hiding anything from me?" I asked curiously.
"Chris, we all have our secrets and things we hide…." She said.
"Are you an alien?"
"No, I'm not an alien…" She said chuckling.
"You aren't male are you?"
"No, wait…no I'm not a male…" She said.
"Are you a zombie or a vampire?" I asked.
"No…" She said.
"Have you ever had sexual feelings towards a horse?" I asked.
"What the hell is up with these questions?" She asked confused.
"I realized I don't know the real you, I just know the girl that works hard and helps me walk or pushes me in a wheel chair daily." Chris said.
"Chris, I'm a 28 year old female that works for a living, I have a college degree at University of Tampa in hospitality. I have one sister, a mother and a father that abandoned my family when I was 4 years old. I was not hatched by an egg, fly to earth on a spaceship, nor have I had any sexual relations with any animals in my life time." She said.
"Okay…but have you ever had an out of body experience?"
"I wish I was having one right now and I'll be standing on the other side of the crowd watching…." She said.
"Okay…"
"What's with all these weird questions?" She asked curiously.
"Because…" I begun when Alex was thrown out of the ring and he fell on the ground rolling over and landed on her feet.
"Alex?" She said smirking.
"Hi Tara!" He said smiling and shocked to see her, a smile crept onto her face.
"Dude, match." I said pointing to the ring.
"Right…" Alex said as Tara chuckled, Alex got to his feet and got back into the ring to finish the match.
"Because why?" She asked turning her attention back to me.
"It's nothing…" I said.
"It's obviously something…" She said.
"It's nothing, trust me." I said smiling, I was happy that those two had met and honestly I didn't think those two would dig each other. I sat there enjoying the match and her expression to all this, I didn't realize how fun it was to watch new fans watch these matches. She jumped and screamed a couple times when they did suplexes or slams, but I think it was mainly from the loudness of the hit. "They are okay, you know that right?" I said.
"I know, Alex explains to me that you are trained to how to take the hits." She said.
"It doesn't hurt that bad…" I said.
"How does that not hurt?" She asked.
"It's going to sound weird but the harder you throw yourself down the less it hurts but the less you throw yourself the more it hurts."
"That doesn't make sense…"
"That's how it is…" I said as I rested my arm on the back of her chair.
A/N: I DO NOT KNOW HOW THEY GOT THE NAME MOTOR-CITY MACHINE GUNS, SO I WENT WITH THE BEST I COULD THINK OF SO PLEASE DON'T HATE ON ME.