Disclaimer & A/N: As usual, I own absolutely nothing besides Raine and the drivel that might form a plot. I'm also aware of HBK's real name but prefer Shawn Michaels. Once more, my dementia runs wild and I've thrown rationality out the window. Cussing, promiscuity and other things run rampant.
CHAPTER ONE
"This isn't high school! Hell, this ain't even college!"
Shawn Michaels -or Michael Hickenbottom to people who wanted him to hurt them- shook his head, watching as his protégé sprinted down the ramp, Matt Hardy right behind her. He arched an eyebrow when she slid through the ropes and stood behind him, hearing her laughing.
"Shawn, tell Hardy he needs to stop tryin' to kiss me!"
"Aw hell, I don't mean nothin' by it." Matt joked, standing outside the ring, staring up at them with amusement in his brown eyes.
"I'll pass that along to Ashley then."
He started back tracking. "Or I'll just go tell her myself."
Paul had been leaning in a corner against a turnbuckle, waiting on Shawn's student for her training session, shaking his head as he stared at his best friend. "If the kids are done, maybe we could get some work done?" He suggested, trying to come across as gruff but when Raine flashed her cheeky grin at him, he found himself returning it. "Damn brat."
"Come on, Paul, don't be so mean." Stephanie said from her metal folding chair outside the ring, smiling at Raine. "Fun is allowed, remember?"
"I'll show you fun." He snorted. "Come here, Raine. I want you to show me a suplex."
Shrugging, she crossed over to him, hooking her fingers around the waistband of his shorts.
One second his feet were on the canvas, the next his head was, laying flat on his back. "Yeah…" Paul grunted. "That'll do it…"
Raine bounced eagerly on the mat, her green eyes sparkling with amusement. She reached behind her head to tighten her pony tail, impatiently brushing strands of brown hair from her face. "How was that?"
"Try it again." Shawn suggested, an amused grin on his weather face. He winced when Paul went for the ride again. "Told you, she's strong as an ox."
Laughing, Raine leaned back against the ropes. "He's about as heavy as one too."
"Oh ha ha, you two are so amusing." Paul grumbled, getting off the canvas. He glanced at the still amused Raine, arching an eyebrow. Thought he wouldn't ever tell her this, she was stronger than she looked. Damn wench. "What do you want, Orton?" He demanded, looking past her to find Randy coming down.
"I want to know if the ring is free yet." Randy said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
Raine glanced at Shawn, shrugging when he just shook his head and waited patiently. Leaning back again, she started picking lint off her gray sports bra and shorts.
"No Randy, it's not." Shawn drawled, shifting so he was relaxing his body against the turnbuckle. "We're usin' it to break Raine in, if you don't mind." He gestured to her, chuckling when she just rolled her eyes.
"Of course not, take your time. Let me know if you want any tips, honey." Randy winked at her, smirking though his cool blue eyes were ice. "Always glad to help a beautiful rookie."
Paul hopped out of the ring, chasing Randy back up the ramp. He stopped when the kid disappeared behind the curtain, shaking his head. "What I wouldn't give to smash his head in with a real sledgehammer!"
Stephanie sighed, getting up and walking to him, resting her hands on his forearms. "Calm down, honey. He's not even worth getting mad about."
"Why'd Randy run past me like his damn pants were on fire?"
Stephanie grinned at Mark Callaway's amused drawl, looking past her husband to find the veteran wrestler ambling out from between the ramp and guardrail. "Paul scared him."
Shawn was studying Mark thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. He glanced at Raine, gesturing to Mark. "Think you can suplex him?"
"Oh sure, and Paul Wight." She laughed, frowning when she realized he was serious. "You're jokin' me, right?"
"Eh, maybe." Shawn shrugged, turning away from her only to lash out suddenly with a super kick. He grunted when she caught his foot and twisted, sending him to the mat. "I think I taught you too damn well."
"You sneak attacked me!"
Chuckling, Mark climbed the steps, slipping through the ropes and into the ring. He watched as Raine dropped down onto the canvas, applying an ankle lock on Shawn. "Okay, let 'em go, darlin'." He smirked, plucking his beater away from his body then stretched his arms over his head, cracking his neck. "Now, let's see how ya do against me."
She blinked.
"C'mon, girl, if you're gonna fight the boys, you best be able to fight all of them, me included." He teased.
Raine stared up at him, feeling short suddenly. She was six foot one, taller than most women but even she was a midget next to this man.
Shawn joined Paul and Stephanie outside the ring, a grin on his face. "Don't hurt her too bad Mark, she's debutin' tomorrow night."
"I'll be gentle."
Shawn watched as Raine darted behind Mark, kicking out his bad knee and winced. "He's gonna whip her ass for that." One thing about her, she was quick. Then again, if she wanted to face the man -which she did- she needed to be.
Growling, Mark got to his feet, not believing this little tart had done that. Deciding to old school her, he grabbed Raine by the neck, pulling her down onto the mat and applied a submission hold.
She tapped after several fruitless efforts to break it.
They locked up next. This time he threw her into the ropes, watching the way she landed against them and inwardly rolled his eyes. She'd be suffering kidney damage if she didn't learn how to adjust her body properly.
Raine ducked when he went to clothesline her, rebounding off the ropes, ducked again and turned right to be clotheslined anyway, landing on the canvas with a very audible thud.
Mark towered over her. "You alright?"
She did a pop up, spearing him into the turnbuckle.
Roaring with laughter, he patted her back, gently pushing Raine away from him. "Not bad, darlin', not bad. Always room for improvement though."
"Okay, Raine, hit the showers." Shawn called. "You're sweatin' like a hog."
"Yeah yeah yeah, pops." She grumbled, smiling at Mark before sliding out the ring, heading backstage.
"Well Mark, what'd you think? Got some potential, don't she?" Shawn said, ignoring it when Paul began mimicking him. "You're just pissed she took you down twice."
Mark rolled out from under the bottom rope, his feet hitting the floor and walked over to slap Paul on the back. "Don't feel bad, son." He joked, nodding to Shawn. "Yeah, she's got a ton of potential. What's her storyline?"
"You're going to have to wait like everyone else does for the scripts, Callaway." Stephanie said, smacking her husband when he went to spill the beans.
"Ow!"
***
"Shawn, yeh really didn't have too." Raine said from behind a changing curtain the following night as she put on her first wrestling costume. She looked down at herself, frowning. "Really, ya didn't."
Shawn was beaming when she came out, taking in the jade green halter top and black wrestling tights. "What's wrong with it?" He asked bemusedly, rolling his eyes when she pointed to her chest. "Sex sells, honey. Let's go get you a script."
***
Stephanie grinned when she seen Raine. "Wow, is that really the girl who hates looking like one?" She teased, standing up and hugging her friend. "You look awesome, sweetie." Stephanie knew Raine had zero interest in how she dressed so this was a rather big thing. "Here's your first script." She announced, handing it to Raine. "You're going to be Paul's kayfabe girlfriend in D-Generation X."
"Don't worry, Raine." Paul said when she made a face. "You're a lot hotter than any of the other chicks they considered for the job."
She promptly smacked him.
Laughing, Paul ruffled her unruly black hair before kissing his wife. "Wish us luck."
"You won't need it."
Raine grinned at Stephanie before letting Paul lead her out, Shawn ambling behind them. "So like, with you like as in a valet/body guard type deal or…?"
"Girl, do you never stop askin' questions?" Shawn demanded, already knowing the answer.
"How else am I s'posed to learn if I don't?
"You're playing my girlfriend and if you say 'like' one more time I'll become an abusive boyfriend." Paul growled, hating it when she started doing that. He'd known Raine since she was ten, so about eleven almost twelve years and she still got on his nerves. "Hey Dead Man."
"Trips." Mark smirked, nodding at the trio. He was in his wrestling gear, ready to hit the ring. "Looks like we're gonna have one interestin' match tonight." He commented, looking down pointedly at Raine. "You ready for this, darlin'?"
Raine had caught the look and frowned. "Shawn, what's the line?" She asked curiously, unrolling her script.
He instantly snatched it out of her hands, tossing it over his shoulder. "Rai, honey, you know better. You sure as hell can wrestle but as far as actin' goes, you're shit." He said cheerfully. "So if you don't know, then you can't act but react and that'll be perfect."
Clearing his throat, Mark had to excuse himself for a moment. So choke slamming the girl to hell in the ring was something she didn't need to know? He knew he was about to scare the shit out of her and it would be on Shawn and Paul's head, not his.
"It'll be okay, honey. Just remember how to take a fall." Paul said with a grin, shooting Shawn a look as his friend began hopping in place. "Moron."
Remember how to take a fall, now that was comforting. Raine waited impatiently, trying not to let her nerves get to her. When DX's music hit the sound system, she almost puked, scowling when Shawn just patted her on the back.
Shawn danced onto the stage, watching with a smirk as Trips and Raine walked out behind him. He prayed she wouldn't get a sudden case of stage fright and panic, relief coursing through him when Raine winked at him.
Paul smirked, planting a lazy kiss on the side of her head, his arm draped around her shoulders. Deciding it would be amusing to give Raine a hard time, he patted her backside as she climbed into the ring, grinning when she glanced back at him.
Raine made a mental note to slap him for that later, grinning when Shawn hopped into the ring, spinning her around in a dance while Paul posed for the fans.
The bells tolling ended the festivities. The arena went dark except for the flashes of cameras and tiny flames from hundreds of lighters.
Paul nudged Raine towards the apron as the Undertaker and Kane appeared on the top of the stage. "Don't be afraid to make yourself known." He murmured, watching her slip through the ropes, standing on the edge of the ring.
"Yeah, we're technically the heels here." Shawn added, not removing his gaze from 'the Brother's of Destruction'. "And Taker's knee is fair game."
"You two are gonna get me killed." She laughed, dropping down to the mats outside the squared circle.
The match kicked off with Mark and Paul locking up. Raine watched attentively, taking note of just how quick Mark really was. Then she noticed he wasn't softening the punches he was throwing at Paul, admiring how he threw from the shoulder.
They traded off with Shawn and Kane, then Kane and Paul, Mark and Paul again, then Shawn. She lost count of how many tags exchanged between the teams. Thought when she seen Shawn was preparing to take the ride from Mark, she slid into the ring.
Mark had been waiting for that. He tossed Shawn away from him and grabbed her instead, his hand easily wrapping around her slender throat.
"Oh my God, King!" J.R. shouted from the announcer's table, watching as 'Taker gave Raine a dark look right before choke slamming her. "The Undertaker just choke slammed Triple H's lady friend straight to Hell!"
Shawn and Paul waited anxiously until Mark and Glenn vacated the ring, the match obviously a DQ. Once it was clear, they slid inside, Shawn kneeling besides her while Paul prowled the canvas shouting out threats. "Can you hear me, honey?"
"Goddamn that don't feel so good." She muttered, knowing why they hadn't warned her. She probably would've taken the slam badly.
"If you think you can, sit up. Let's shock the shit outta Mark."
Taking a deep breath, Raine sat right up, hands on the mat and looked out towards the ramp, seeing Kane halt and tap Mark's shoulder.
"They're not comin' back, don't worry." Shawn whispered, watching her get up.
Mark slowly turned his head to the ring, his green eyes widening just a fraction when he seen she had gotten up so quickly and easily. Growling, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, the lights in the arena flickering.
~And yes, I'm aware her hair went from brown to black!~