Title: The Rocker

Author: JeffroMattyHardy

Disclaimer: If I owned anything at all, do you think I'd be writing? Nope. I'd be watching.

Summary: Sequel to The Heartbreakers. Alexis Michaels is off WWE and on TNA. She seems to get along fine, but the Knockouts and Immortal don't like her and someone is still following her. And it's the last person she'd expect.

Adam is in Canada for the next week or so and his parents took his phone away because to quote them, he "doesn't need to talk or text with his friends while [he's] visiting his relatives." So, he's in Calgary, Alberta, Canada and I can't see him for at least 1 weeks. :(

Well, I still gots my Matty! :)

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"Parking lot brawl, need pants."

Alexis dug through her suitcase, trying to find an outfit for her match with AJ next. Jeff was still on her mind but she was trying to get him out because she couldn't focus when she was thinking about him. She still hadn't answered any calls that came to her phone unless it pertained to her job and she knew it was pissing her brother off to no end that she wouldn't answer his calls.

"Miss Michaels?" A backstage hand knocked on the door, walking in a few seconds later. "This came for you." He held out a medium-sized box.

"Thanks." She frowned when she saw 'Alexis Hickenbottom' on the label keeping the box lids shut. It disappeared, though, when she saw the address from West Newbury, Massachusetts. She grabbed the pocketknife Hunter had given her for her 18th birthday from her bag and cut open the box. "Hey, Lex," she read on the paper sitting at the very top. "Heard you were having a parking lot brawl. Trust me on this, try not to get too banged up. You'll feel it in the morning. Thought you'd like some appropriate clothes for the beating you give Styles." She smiled again. "Thanks, John."

~.**.~

"Looks like we're in for one hellacious match tonight, Taz," Mike said from his spot at the announcer's table inside the arena.

"A parking lot brawl between the Phenomenal One and the Rocker?" Taz asked. "This is gonna be brutal."

"And it looks like it's just about to start."

Cars were circled around each other in the outside parking lot, all of Immortal as well as the Motor City Machine Guns and most of the TNA roster as well as a referee waiting around for the match to start. AJ was already in the circle made from the cars in his blue and white tights, hopping back and forth to get himself warmed up. He smirked after a few minutes. "Looks like she's not coming," he smirked. "Probably realized this was a stupid idea going against me."

"No, going against you is the smartest thing I'll ever do."

AJ turned around and glared at the blonde leaning against a Pinto. She was in a black basketball jersey with 'Chaingang Soldier' in silver, the first word above a silver '54' and the second below it, as well as a pair of Nike sneakers and a pair of denim shorts that looked ready to fall down at any minute with a white canvas belt tied tightly around her waist to keep them up. "Visit the thrift store before you came here?" AJ smirked as he looked her up and down. "Didn't have anything that fit you in the slut side of the store?"

"Ha ha, very funny," Alexis muttered, crossing her arms. "You're right, this doesn't belong to me. In fact, my good friend Cena sent these to make sure I looked good while I kick you ass. So bring it on, Phendorkmenal One. Let's see what you're made of."

The referee motioned that the match had begun.

The two wrestlers locked up before Alexis pushed him away. "Come and get me, big boy," she teased with a cocky smirk. AJ rushed forward, but the blonde spun out of the way and Styles ran into the grill of a car she'd been standing in front of. She lifted him by his head and slammed his face down into the hood, throwing him back to the ground.

Alexis moved over to the back of a van as AJ held his head on the ground. She opened the back and pulled out tool after tool until she pulled out a shovel. Alexis moved back into the circle but AJ was already up, kicking the tool out of her hands. He speared her into the grill of the car behind her, the blonde falling to the ground with her back arched in pain. AJ grabbed the shovel from the ground and lifted it over his head. It struck the ground when the blonde rolled out of the way at the last second, the brunette dropping the tool when her leg snapped up between his legs. Since everything and anything was legal, the ref didn't disqualify her, AJ falling to the ground with his hands between his legs as he breathed through his teeth.

~.**.~

Hunter flipped through the channels as he waited for Shawn to reappear from wherever he'd disappeared to. They were at Alexis's house and were going to stay there for a few days until they came up with something to do about Jeff and Alexis. There wasn't really anything to do, so Hunter had resorted to channel surfing while Mark read a book on the chair next to him. Shawn had disappeared a few minutes ago and they had no idea where he went, so they didn't bother looking for him since he knew the house better than they did. The Game shot straight up when he passed something by, flipping back.

"Mark," he said, getting the Undertaker's attention immediately. "Alexis joined Immortal, right?" Mark nodded. "Might want to take a look here." Mark closed his book when he looked at the TV and leaned forward to get a closer look.

Alexis was in the middle of backdropping AJ off the top of a car. The windshield practically shattered and a dent in the hood appeared when Styles crash landed on the hood on his back. She quickly covered him, but only got a two and a half-count before his shoulder popped up.

"Shawn!" Hunter yelled as loud as he could.

"You don't have to yell, I'm right here," Shawn muttered, walking into the living room with a water bottle in hand. "What?" He froze when he saw the TV.

"Is she wearing Cena's stuff?" Hunter asked.

"What is she doing in a parking lot brawl?" Shawn yelled, staring at the screen.

"At least it's not a boiler room brawl," Hunter said. Shawn glared at him. "Shutting up now."

"Doesn't she know those matches are brutal?" Shawn continued. "She could get seriously hurt!"

"It looks like she's doing fine," Mark noticed.

Hunter winced when AJ swung a door into Alexis's head. "Gonna have a headache, though," he commented. He looked behind him. "Shawn, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Shawn asked back, holding his cell phone up to his ear. "I'm calling her so I can yell at her."

"Why do we keep him around again?" Hunter asked as he looked over at the older man. Mark looked back to where Shawn was leaning down to grab his shoes. Hunter followed his gaze and grinned. "Oh, yeah, that's right."

~.**.~

Chris frowned when he felt his pocket vibrate, pulling it out. "Why do you have Lex's phone?" Alex asked as he looked over his shoulder. Chris shrugged. "It's Shawn. Might wanna answer it."

Chris flipped the phone open and held it between his and Alex's heads. "Hey, Shawn," he said. "It's Chris and Alex."

"Why is Alexis in a parking lot brawl?" Shawn asked.

"Because she's proving something," Alex replied. "We're not so sure what it is, but it has to do with Bischoff and Styles."

"Let me talk to her," Shawn ordered.

Chris and Alex looked at each other and shrugged. "Hey, Lex!" Chris yelled. "Shawn wants to talk to you!"

"I'm a little busy right now!" Alexis yelled back as she ducked the shovel AJ aimed at her head.

"Um, Shawn?" Alex asked. "She's a little busy right now."

"Put me on speaker." Chris and Alex obeyed the order and turned the speaker phone feature on, holding the device out in front of them. "Alexis Shawn Hickenbottom!"

"What have I told you about calling me that?" Alexis yelled back as she pushing AJ back onto the hood of a car.

"Stop this match right now!" Shawn yelled at her.

"Give me 5 seconds." Alexis stepped back and gave AJ a Sweet Chin Music, covering him for the one-two-three. The ref held up her arm as she wrapped the other around her stomach where AJ had hit her with a metal pole.

"You think this is so fun?"

Eric walked up with a glare on his face. "This just sealed your fate," he said, walking up to Alexis. "Miss Michaels, care to guess what I'm going to say to you right now?"

"Wow, what a hottie!" Alexis laughed with her arm still around her stomach. "Too bad I'm too old or I would be on her like nothing!"

Eric froze for a few seconds. He wasn't expecting that. "You're fired!" he yelled and spun around to leave the parking lot.

Alexis didn't move for several seconds, Bischoff's words slowly sinking in. She bit down on her lower lip as Chris and Alex moved up to her with Shawn still on the phone. "I'm…fired?" Alexis repeated.

"I thought Hulk Hogan was the only one who could fire people," Shawn said.

"He and Ric aren't around right now, so technically, Bischoff is the acting president of TNA which means he has the power to fire and hire whoever he wants," Chris explained.

"Big words," Alex commented. "Nice job."

"Shawn, I'll call you back later, okay?" Alexis took the phone from Chris and cut the call off. She flipped through her contact list, stopping on one name and calling, holding the phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Alexis." She smiled as she listened to the voice on the other side. "Yeah, so, about your offer. Is it still available?"

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And it's done! Yes!

There will be a 3rd one out as soon as I can get it done called "D-Generation X v. 2"