A/N- I think that I am officially stopping most of my other stories including SOTMGT. I'm sorry to disappoint people. If they want to know what happens in them, e-mail me and I will tell you. Anyways, Armaggedon has brought back my love of wrestling higher than ever before. I dug out all my action figures, (my brock lesnar one looks pretty funny no offense to him or his fans but the nose is crooked on the figure) my books, posters, all that. I think this is the only story I have up RIGHT NOW, but there will be more.
Disclaimer- Own no characters
MAJOR DISCLAIMER- I DO NOT own the poem. It was written my the AMAZING Jeff Hardy because I could never write this good. He is an AMAZING poet and his work is outstanding! I hope he doesn't mind I use some of his work, and if he does, this story will be gone before he can say 'extreme'
Main Characters- Shawn Michaels, Jeff Hardy, Hunter Helmsley, Vince McMahon, Rebecca and Cameron Hickenbottom, ect.
Summary- After a terrible car crash, the feelings of Shawn Michaels are very very down. Jeff, hunter and the others try to cheer up Shawn, they don't work and he ends up feeling worse, that is, until he finds a book.
REVIEWS AND FLAMES- I hope I get more reveiws than flames, but they are both welcome
THANKS TO- Deeliya who gave me the idea for this and NOELLE (sorry, he wanted his name noticed) who got me hooked on wrestling in the first place. ALSO, to Jeff Hardy for writting these and, hopefully, letting me use them. But since I can't contact him, I can't exactly ask.
BY THE WAY- The title of these is the title of a poem of Jeff's.
Our Respect --- We Should Send Her
' She died today
I'm not sure why.
She left us this way,
I'm not sure again.'
She climbed into the car, careful not to slip in the rain, to tuck Cameron into his car seat. Normally, he would put up a fuss but right now, he was focased on the falling rain, for some reason. The belt clicked and she hurried to the drivers eat, locking the doors and starting the ignition.
"Are you all strapped in?" she asked Cameron.
He nods mutely, not tearing his eyes from the window.
Rebecca pulls out of the parking lot of the store, in a hurry to get home and see if Shawn had called from Indianapolis yet. He had only left three days ago, and he called her every night, but there was still that emptyness.
The streets are crowded full of rush-hour traffic, and slick from the horrible rain and sleet.
"Mommy," Cameron asks over the pattering and Barney tape, "Do you think that daddy is thinking about us?"
"I'm sure he is, honey. You know daddy loves you." Rebecca says, flipping on the windsheild wipers.
They didn't work well. She didn't say anything, not wanting to scare Cameron, but she couldn't see well. She turned off the Barney tape to concontrate more and turns on the radio quietly.
'I thought of nonsense yesterday....
I think of serious feelings right now.
It's words like......
Died, Killed, Hurt and Murdered...........
They jump start your emotions for a single moment at a time.......
At a time: meaning they don't last, one day at a time becomes the unsatisfied past.'
The weaterman announces that they storm could reach winds of 50 miles and hour, sheets of unproctective rains, floods, and that it would be best to stay inside and safe right now. The storm could last for two days and have effects like a tornado, with power outages and loads of damamge.
'Shit.'
she thinks to herself, quickly asking forgiveness for it. If there is no power, there would be no call from Shawn and it would be a long lonely night after Cameron got to bed.
She pulled on to the express way, there are less cars, but it doesn't lower any chances.
"Cameron?" she asks, "Are you still wake?"
"Yes, mommy. Mommy? Do you think the weather is like this where daddy is?"
"I don't think so, honey, he is pretty far away."
Cameron falls silent again. They hit a slippery patch in the road.
'She died today,
And yet we still laugh!
She left us this way ,
And yet we still complain!'
Rebecca quickly jerks the wheel to steady the car and turns around fast to check on Cameron. He looks a little shaken but not hurt. She sighs in releif and turns back to the front; only to be greeted by the glaring headlights of a semi.
Jerking quickly, she tries to get out of the way, but it does no use. The impact is tremendous. the whole car is thrown to the side and it flips repeatedly before landing, srumpled, in the ditch. Cameron screams for help, but is soon unheard, the calls falling suddenly quiet.
IN INDIANNA:
Shawn Michaels sits in the back of his locker room, waiting for his cue to go. Tonight would be a big night. Going against Matt Hardy; whom he thinks has great potential, and once heard that thinks that he, Shawn Michaels, is an inspiration!
It MIGHT be tough, but he could do it, he was schedualed to win anyways. Twisting the rubber band around his fingers idoly he looks up when he hears footsteps. He looks up to see an ashen-faced Vince McMahon. Guessing that he was not here to talk about the script tonight, he asks if everything is going alright.
Vinces voice cracks and the last sentances comes out extremely slow; "You- you got a phone call. I need to talk to you"
'Even though we didn't know her, Even though we didn't see her,
We don't have to act as if we never talked to her.
She was one of us, we are one of her, she should be remembered... our respect we should send her.'
EOC
I know it wasn't very long, but I just wanted a little opening. I don't know if the italics will come up, but I think you know where the poem parts were. Please R&R
Disclaimer- Own no characters
MAJOR DISCLAIMER- I DO NOT own the poem. It was written my the AMAZING Jeff Hardy because I could never write this good. He is an AMAZING poet and his work is outstanding! I hope he doesn't mind I use some of his work, and if he does, this story will be gone before he can say 'extreme'
Main Characters- Shawn Michaels, Jeff Hardy, Hunter Helmsley, Vince McMahon, Rebecca and Cameron Hickenbottom, ect.
Summary- After a terrible car crash, the feelings of Shawn Michaels are very very down. Jeff, hunter and the others try to cheer up Shawn, they don't work and he ends up feeling worse, that is, until he finds a book.
REVIEWS AND FLAMES- I hope I get more reveiws than flames, but they are both welcome
THANKS TO- Deeliya who gave me the idea for this and NOELLE (sorry, he wanted his name noticed) who got me hooked on wrestling in the first place. ALSO, to Jeff Hardy for writting these and, hopefully, letting me use them. But since I can't contact him, I can't exactly ask.
BY THE WAY- The title of these is the title of a poem of Jeff's.
Our Respect --- We Should Send Her
' She died today
I'm not sure why.
She left us this way,
I'm not sure again.'
She climbed into the car, careful not to slip in the rain, to tuck Cameron into his car seat. Normally, he would put up a fuss but right now, he was focased on the falling rain, for some reason. The belt clicked and she hurried to the drivers eat, locking the doors and starting the ignition.
"Are you all strapped in?" she asked Cameron.
He nods mutely, not tearing his eyes from the window.
Rebecca pulls out of the parking lot of the store, in a hurry to get home and see if Shawn had called from Indianapolis yet. He had only left three days ago, and he called her every night, but there was still that emptyness.
The streets are crowded full of rush-hour traffic, and slick from the horrible rain and sleet.
"Mommy," Cameron asks over the pattering and Barney tape, "Do you think that daddy is thinking about us?"
"I'm sure he is, honey. You know daddy loves you." Rebecca says, flipping on the windsheild wipers.
They didn't work well. She didn't say anything, not wanting to scare Cameron, but she couldn't see well. She turned off the Barney tape to concontrate more and turns on the radio quietly.
'I thought of nonsense yesterday....
I think of serious feelings right now.
It's words like......
Died, Killed, Hurt and Murdered...........
They jump start your emotions for a single moment at a time.......
At a time: meaning they don't last, one day at a time becomes the unsatisfied past.'
The weaterman announces that they storm could reach winds of 50 miles and hour, sheets of unproctective rains, floods, and that it would be best to stay inside and safe right now. The storm could last for two days and have effects like a tornado, with power outages and loads of damamge.
'Shit.'
she thinks to herself, quickly asking forgiveness for it. If there is no power, there would be no call from Shawn and it would be a long lonely night after Cameron got to bed.
She pulled on to the express way, there are less cars, but it doesn't lower any chances.
"Cameron?" she asks, "Are you still wake?"
"Yes, mommy. Mommy? Do you think the weather is like this where daddy is?"
"I don't think so, honey, he is pretty far away."
Cameron falls silent again. They hit a slippery patch in the road.
'She died today,
And yet we still laugh!
She left us this way ,
And yet we still complain!'
Rebecca quickly jerks the wheel to steady the car and turns around fast to check on Cameron. He looks a little shaken but not hurt. She sighs in releif and turns back to the front; only to be greeted by the glaring headlights of a semi.
Jerking quickly, she tries to get out of the way, but it does no use. The impact is tremendous. the whole car is thrown to the side and it flips repeatedly before landing, srumpled, in the ditch. Cameron screams for help, but is soon unheard, the calls falling suddenly quiet.
IN INDIANNA:
Shawn Michaels sits in the back of his locker room, waiting for his cue to go. Tonight would be a big night. Going against Matt Hardy; whom he thinks has great potential, and once heard that thinks that he, Shawn Michaels, is an inspiration!
It MIGHT be tough, but he could do it, he was schedualed to win anyways. Twisting the rubber band around his fingers idoly he looks up when he hears footsteps. He looks up to see an ashen-faced Vince McMahon. Guessing that he was not here to talk about the script tonight, he asks if everything is going alright.
Vinces voice cracks and the last sentances comes out extremely slow; "You- you got a phone call. I need to talk to you"
'Even though we didn't know her, Even though we didn't see her,
We don't have to act as if we never talked to her.
She was one of us, we are one of her, she should be remembered... our respect we should send her.'
EOC
I know it wasn't very long, but I just wanted a little opening. I don't know if the italics will come up, but I think you know where the poem parts were. Please R&R