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Chapter 1
Shawn grinned as he watched the hogs eat away at the slop in their pen. He adjusted his weight on the log he was sitting on and pressed a water bottle to his lips. He quickly sighed and looked up at the blue sky, the clouds parting so the sun became brighter and hotter by the second. Beads of sweat trickled down his face from exhaustion.
It was a hot day in San Antonio, Texas, and Shawn had worked all day providing for his family, pets, and friends. Along with daily yard work, he wanted to get an extra start on the fields with his tractor and head straight to feeding the animals so he could spend time with his family. Unfortunately, his work on the ranch and making phone calls got in the way. It seemed to be a problem with his wife Rebecca, but Shawn always made up for lost time.
He had a lot on his mind as he continued looking at the hogs for a few minutes before standing, rubbing his sore legs. He picked up the slop bucket and carried it over to the garden hose to wash it off. After that, he splashed a few drops of water on his face and walked towards the house.
"Here you go, boy," Rebecca said, tossing celery sticks into a nearby cage. "You're getting so big. Pretty soon, you'll be the size of a house."
Rebecca chuckled to herself and quickly heard the sound of the front door slamming shut. He peeked over the corner of the kitchen and saw her husband walking towards her. She smiled as he kissed her on the cheek and finished the water bottle.
"Shawn, we need to put Mr. Snickers on a diet," Rebecca said, folding her arms. Shawn grinned and tossed the empty bottle in the trash. "We're going to need a bigger cage if he gets any bigger."
Shawn walked over to Mr. Snickers' cage and opened the door, tucking his arms around the soft Rabbit and holding him steady like a baby.
"Oh, Rebecca," He said, grinning. "I think Mr. Snickers is just fine. Aren't you, Mr. Snickers?"
Mr. Snickers ruffled his nose in response and quickly used its legs to escape Shawn's hold and hopped back into its cage with Rebecca's help. Rebecca smiled at Shawn before kissing him on the lips. Shawn closed the cage door.
"You spend more time with that Rabbit than you do with me or the children." Rebecca touched Shawn's face.
Shawn smiled. "You know I love you, right? I love you and the children just the same. Tomorrow I plan to spend more time with you, I promise."
"Promise is a big word, Shawn."
"I know," Shawn waited for his wife's response, but all he got was a glare. He lifted his eyebrows. "How's this?"
Shawn kissed Rebecca tenderly, leading to Rebecca kissing back passionately in an instant. Shawn wrapped his arms around Rebecca's waist and felt Rebecca's hands on his chest, surprisingly pushing him away.
Shawn looked at his wife, confused. Rebecca smiled.
"I'll give you more attention if you take a shower."
Rebecca laughed a little at the look on Shawn's face, but couldn't help but kiss him one more time, feeling a little nervous. Shawn huffed, teasing his wife, and walked out of the kitchen and towards the living room.
"Oh, and Shawn?" Rebecca called.
"Yes?"
"Don't forget to tuck Cheyenne and Cameron in tonight."
"I won't."
Shawn laughed and walked up the staircase towards the bedrooms. He walked down the hall and caught a glimpse of Cameron sitting on his bed tossing a football up in the air. He wanted to speak to his son, but couldn't help but notice Cheyenne was also in the room playing with Cameron's action figures. Cheyenne's favorite action figure was her Dad in a white coat and hat.
Shawn smiled and walked towards the door.
"Hey," He said. "What you doing?"
Cheyenne looked up at her Dad and smiled and said, "I'm playing Wrestling, Daddy."
"I'm just sitting here." Cameron said, sighing.
"Something wrong, Cam?" Shawn took a few steps into the room and waited near the bed.
"No. Just thinking."
"About what?"
"Well, with the new school year coming up, I hope you would teach me some old Football moves."
Shawn smiled brightly and said, "Of course I'll teach you. I wouldn't let you down, Cam."
"Daddy," Cheyenne looked at her father and brother. "Do you want to play with me?"
"In a minute, honey. I'm gonna take a bath, then we'll play. Besides, who are we facing this time?"
"Undertaker, Daddy."
"Sounds fascinating." Shawn chuckled.
"I'll play with you, Chey. I'm good with Undertaker." Cameron got off the bed and placed the Football at his side before grabbing The Undertaker action figure and beginning to Wrestle with Cheyenne's action figure of their Dad.
Shawn chuckled under his breath and left the room. "I love you, guys."
"I love you, Daddy." Cheyenne said.
"Love you." Cameron said.
Shawn walked down the hallway towards his bedroom and opened the door, entering the room with a sigh. He closed the door and quickly looked in the closet for any clean clothes to wear. He found a pair of blue jeans and a red shirt among other things before placing them on the floor in the bathroom. He got the shower started and went back to the bed to check his phone.
As he scrolled through the text messages about the next MRA episodes and conventions, Shawn quickly signed in to his Twitter account and looked at the screen. Nothing new at first, but then a message popped up asking, "Shawn, will you Tweet me? It's my Birthday today!"
Shawn smiled and quickly responded to the Tweet, saying, "Happy B-Day!"
He liked when he was able to send back the love to his fans, knowing they still care about him, and liked every second watching or waiting for fans to light up with excitement when he met or Tweeted them.
After a few minutes, Shawn placed his phone back on the bed, seeing nothing new had popped up, and quickly walked into the bathroom. He locked the door and took his shirt off.
"I can be the WWE Champion if I want to be!"
Daniel Bryan screamed into the microphone as he stared down the woman in front of him. The woman, Stephanie McMahon, gave a slight smile and shook her head.
"Look, Daniel, you are an incredible superstar. You've got a lot of potential, so why not use it and go for another title?"
"You don't understand," Daniel panted, waiting for the fans in the crowd to die down on their chants and boos. "I have waited a long time for my moment to hold the WWE Championship in my hand, and when I finally had that one moment, your husband took it away from me!"
The crowd jeered and taunted at the reminder of what happened at Summerslam. Daniel smiled and looked at the crowd, then continued, "See? Even these people agree that my moment was taken away."
"And I understand that, Daniel, but business is business, and what my husband, Triple H, did was best for business. He knows what's best-"
"What's best? What's best, huh? I'll tell you what's best for business: That your husband should be fired as COO. That's what everybody wants at this point."
The crowd erupted into cheers and Stephanie looked out at the screaming fans with an angry look on her face. Daniel smiled and quickly threw his hands up in the air and chanted, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
As the crowd matched Daniel's movements, Stephanie smiled and lifted the microphone to her lips.
"You know what, Daniel? You don't want to anger my husband more than you already have these past couple of weeks. And I think you should shut up before I ban you from this arena and disappoint all your fans that your match will be canceled. Is that what you want, Daniel? Do you think that's best for business?"
Daniel looked at Stephanie and said, "With all due respect, I wouldn't even want Triple H to come out right now, because if he does I might just lose my job for putting my fist so far down his throat he'll be begging me for mercy. He'll-"
Just then, a loud bolt of music hit the speakers:
Behold the King,
The King of Kings.
The audience booed and jeered immediately at the sound of Triple H's music and the figure of Triple h himself walking down the ramp with a proud smile on his face and a grey suit on his body. As he made his way towards the ring, Stephanie applauded her husband and faced him with a huge smile on her face. Daniel stood where he was without a single smile or gesture of approval to the COO of the company.
Triple H ducked between the ropes and walked over to the side of the ring, taking a microphone from an outside worker's hand. He tapped it to check if it was working before speaking into it. His music stopped just as he opened his mouth to speak.
"I couldn't help but hear you backstage, Daniel, and I couldn't help but hear your threats against me," Hunter smiled as he approached Daniel Bryan, the look on his face making him smile wider. "Tell me...tell me what you just said. You know, the part where you said something about your hand and my throat? Go ahead. I'd like you to repeat it, please."
Daniel looked at Hunter back away from him and he slowly lifted the microphone, anger building inside him as he spoke, "I will defeat Randy Orton at Night of Champions and, when I do, I will rearrange your vision of the future, Hunter."
Hunter laughed and looked at his wife, a smile on her face. "That's not what I asked, but I've got to admit, you are a funny man, Daniel."
Daniel clenched his fist and felt his anger about to burst. He just wanted to punch anyone in his path. Even the thoughts of possibly losing his job were of no importance.
Then, he felt himself forced around and, before he knew it, he felt the cold, hard mat below him. Darkness followed.
In the ring, Randy Orton smirked and looked at the man below him. He waited for Daniel to get up, but he didn't have to wait long before the three members of The Shield crawled into the ring and picked Daniel up. Randy walked over to the group of men and punched Daniel a few good times before hitting him with an RKO and a few kicks to the ribs. Daniel made no movements as The Shield picked him up and placed him on their shoulders for the finisher. After dropping Daniel on the mat, The Shield backed away and allowed Randy to approach the unconscious man.
Randy slowly lifted his arm and looked at the Championship in his hand. Hunter and Stephanie kissed tenderly and applauded the new face of the WWE.
Shawn wrapped his free arm around his wife and kissed her on the cheek, seeing she was already asleep beside him. He tucked in Cheyenne and Cameron earlier and spent time with Rebecca to make up for lost time. He smiled lightly and sighed before adjusting under the blankets, moving on to his back, and grabbed his phone off the dresser nearby.
He signed in to his Twitter account and was about to send a good night message to his fans until he saw a bunch of Tweets piled on his phone.
The Tweets kept coming, so Shawn read the ones he could read the fastest. They said:
-We need you back!
-Please come back, Shawn!
-You need to talk to Triple H.
-Time to lace up your boots and come back to RAW.
-Raw needs you, Shawn. Please come home.
-Something's wrong in WWE. Please Shawn, come back.
Shawn sighed and felt his heart pound, the thought of even one return was too much to bear at this point. He felt a little confused. He talked to Hunter just last week, and everything seemed normal. They talked about work, Hunter making comments about his major workload, and Wrestling, but Hunter had to go because he was busy. He frowned, knowing how much his fans wanted him to come back and wrestle again.
He sighed and tapped at his phone, sending a good night Tweet to his fans. He set his phone on the dresser and closed his eyes, hoping for a good night's sleep.