"Are you ready to go on, sweetheart?" I heard a voice behind me. I turned to see the undeniably sexy Shawn Michaels standing behind me.
My name was May Smith, or as I am known in the World Wrestling Entertainment world, simply May. I was a valet and diva in the WWE world, after being spotted on the street. I was the company's youngest employee and the youngest diva, at 18 years of age. When I had been introduced earlier in the year to the company, Shawn Michaels had taken an instant liking to me. He'd asked me to be his valet and accompany him to the ring during matches - an offer which I accepted. Working with Shawn would get me into the spotlight as he was a respected and liked wrestler. He even trained me, teaching me some moves. Everybody was puzzled at Shawn's decision to take me on as he'd never had somebody accompany him to the ring before, and the fact there was a 23 year age gap between us - he was 41, I was 18. But our team worked, after a couple of shows, Shawn became even more popular then he already was and I was being named the company's most popular diva and also the sexiest. They were even considering me to take on the current WWE Women's Champion, Melina, for her title. I didn't think I could do it, but Shawn had told me time and time again that I could do anything and that he'd come to the ring when I wrestled.
It was Monday night, and of course that meant it was Monday Night Raw. Shawn had a match with The Great Khali that he'd demanded earlier on in the show - Shawn wanted to face John Cena for the WWE Championship. The Great Khali was a monstrously large man, he was 7'3" and weighed over 400 pounds. He was unbeatable and had beaten Shawn up the week before on the show. He scared me, and I was worried about Shawn facing him. I cared about him and didn't want him to get hurt.
I finished messing with my hair and turned to face Shawn fully. "Yes…" I said, trying to look confident. Shawn smiled, but then cocked his head to one side. I knew he knew something was wrong. We'd only been working together for a couple of months, but he already knew me very well.
"What's wrong, May?" He asked.
"I'm worried about this match with Khali. He beat you up last week. He's massive Shawn, what if something happens?" I bit my lip. That was my fault about being Shawn's valet, I was always scared he'd get hurt in his matches, even though he was an amazing wrestler and always bounced back.
"Oh, sweetheart, don't worry. I'll be fine, I know what I'm doing" Shawn answered. He came closer to me and cupped my face in his hand. That kind of gesture made me like him even more - he made me feel safe. I surveyed him before I answered. He was dressed in his usual match outfit, and he looked absolutely gorgeous. Even though he was more then 20 years older then me, I still thought he was sexy.
"If you're sure" I said softly.
"Trust me" He whispered. I looked into his eyes, but I had to look up to do it as he was 6'1" and I was a petite 5'2" - 5'5" in heels. Before I knew it was happening, Shawn kissed me. I froze, what was he doing? I was going to pull away, but the kiss was so amazing, I couldn't. As Shawn let go of my face and wrapped his arms around me, I copied the gesture, sliding my arms around him. The kiss was mind-blowing - romantic but sexy and rough at the same time. It continued until Shawn's familiar entrance music started playing. He pulled away from me and smiled a gorgeous smile.
"Guess we're closer then we thought" He said. I nodded, breathless from the kiss. "Let's go," Shawn took my hand and walked me out to the main arena. I couldn't believe Shawn had just kissed me - we had a professional relationship with no romance up until that moment. I didn't think someone as mature as Shawn would fancy an 18 year old teenager like me, but he'd just kissed me, I was confused now.
When we entered the main arena with the ring and all the fans, Shawn went into his usual crazy dancing around mode. He was so cute in his entrance. We'd adapted his entrance to accommodate me - when he got on his knees for the fireworks to go off, I stood above him. I don't know what made him so hyper this evening - either the match or the kiss we'd just shared, but I was struggling to keep up with him as he strode down the ramp to the strains of his entrance theme, "Sexy Boy." I struggled along in his wake in my stilettos (Shawn told me he didn't like slutty women and wanted me to just wear jeans and a sexy top to the ring, I added the stilettos myself). Shawn looked behind him and slowed down for me. I took his arm and he walked me down to the ring. He kept giving me looks, which I knew had something to do with our encounter backstage. Being the gentleman he is, Shawn held the ropes open for me so I could step in. I stepped in and looked around the arena - loads of fans had Shawn signs (mostly 'HBK' signs for his nickname 'The Heartbreak Kid') and I even had a couple - the one I saw that made me blush was 'May - WWE's Sexiest Diva.' I was glad Shawn still had loads of fans ever after he'd beaten John Cena, who was also extremely popular. Shawn joined me in the ring and did his usual pre-match routine - getting up on the ropes and doing the DX sign. Then he came up behind me, wrapping an arm around me. As we awaited the arrival of The Great Khali, I thought about how strong Shawn felt behind me - he was totally pumped and ready for the match. Khali's music started up and he appeared, looking as intimidating and massive as ever. I let an involuntary shiver go through me, and felt Shawn squeeze me reassuringly from behind.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. He won't touch you, it's me he's after. If he even so much as lays a hand on you, he'll be dead" He whispered in my ear.
"I know… but he's so intimidating, Shawn" I replied, placing my hand over his. Shawn wrapped his fingers around mine.
"He doesn't scare me… think about it, hun. If I beat him, I'll be the first person ever to do it and I'll get to face John Cena for the championship," He continued. His other hand moved to my hair and stroked it gently (I have long, almost waist length black hair). "You want me to be the champion, don't you?" He asked.
"Of course" I said. Khali was almost into the ring, he took forever to walk down because he was so huge.
"Then I have to do this match. Having you here with me helps too, you're my support. Now go out of the ring before he comes in" Shawn said. He let go of me. I caught his hand and squeezed it, then stepped out of the ring just as Khali stepped in. Shawn was right - if he wanted to be the champion, he had to do this match to get to face John Cena, so I had to support him. I was standing on the side nearest the commentators - Jerry Lawler and Jim Ross, I could hear what they were saying.
They were talking about how much of a challenge it was going to be for Shawn against Khali, and when they noticed me standing near them - Jerry Lawler, who had a thing for the ladies and who had introduced me to the fans, said "And of course, accompanying Shawn to the ring is the lovely May, who looks worried about this match."
Jim Ross agreed by saying "And she has a right to be worried, even though Shawn has assured her numerous times he knows what he's doing." The referee indicated for the bell to ring and the match was on. I stood near the ring and watched as Shawn launched into Khali, leaping on him and throwing punches. There was a huge size difference - Khali was 7'3" and Shawn was 6'1" - he looked like a child next to him. Khali shoved at Shawn and he went flying. I winced, every time he got hurt like that, I got more and more worried. The match was a no disqualification match, so either man could do anything they wanted. Shawn tried to beat up on Khali for awhile but every time the massive man sent him flying.
Shawn looked in my direction and shouted "May, get me a chair!" as he tried to pummel Khali. I immediately dived under the ring and grabbed a chair. I tossed it into the ring and Shawn grabbed it. He'd managed to get Khali half down so he hit him in the head with the chair. He went down, amazingly.
"GO SHAWN!" I yelled out, and tried to rally the crowd up. Soon I had a chant of "HBK!" going around the arena. Khali was still down and Shawn decided he was going to tune up the band. I eyed Khali and noticed he was getting up. I tuned in when I realised Shawn was looking at me as tuned up the band. I shook my head at him, trying to send a silent message to not use the move. Shawn ignored me and went to use Sweet Chin Music but Khali grabbed his foot and hit him so he went down. I gasped, Shawn hardly ever missed with SCM.
With Shawn out on the floor, dazed, Khali turned around and looked directly at me. I felt my heartbeat speed up, why was he looking at me like that? He started to step towards me. I heard Jerry Lawler saying behind me "Khali has decided to inflict some damage on poor innocent May for tossing Shawn that chair." I freaked out and tried to step backwards, but Khali got there first and grabbed onto my hair. He hauled me up and I screamed, it hurt so badly. The entire arena erupted into noise, most people booing Khali. I was so scared he was going to hurt me even more, when suddenly he let go of me. I fell to the ground outside the ring and saw Shawn had gotten up and kicked him in the back. Relief poured through me, but my head also hurt from where Khali had almost yanked my hair from it's roots. Shawn mouthed to me 'Are you ok?' and I nodded, even though my head felt like it was going to explode. 'Thank you' I mouthed back at him. He smiled an absolutely gorgeous smile and went back to beating up Khali as the arena erupted into screams of support for him. I cradled my head in my hands. I breathed out deeply and tried to keep my concentration on the match. A sudden pain shot through my head and it was so severe, I collapsed to the floor.
I heard Jim Ross' voice behind me - "Somebody get some medical attention out here for May, she's just collapsed to the floor right here in front of us from when Khali grabbed her by the hair!" My vision was going all hazy from the pain but I could see Shawn had stopped and was looking down at me in concern. I didn't want him to lose concentration, if he worried about me, Khali would get him.
"Shawn, concentrate on the match!" I managed to call out, as some medical officers came down to the ring. Shawn continued to try to beat Khali down, who'd managed to get up by this time, but he looked over at me every few seconds. One of the medical officers crouched down next to me.
"What's hurting?" He asked.
"My head" I said, squeezing my eyes shut, as if that would somehow block out the pain.
"Ok, let's get you out of here" The officer said. I attempted to shake my head, but it hurt too much.
"No, I'm staying to support Shawn" I said. I wasn't going to leave him out here on his own, not after he'd told me I was his support.
"Fine," The officer sighed. "Get her a chair!" He barked to the other officer. The other officer made the bell-ringer stand up, and I was helped into the chair.
"What kind of pain is it?" The officer asked me.
"It feels like my head is going to explode. I get short intense bursts of pain," I said, and just at that second, I had one and shouted out, clutching my head. Shawn had noticed I was still in pain and he suddenly looked even more riled up. I knew he was going to hurt Khali for harming me - he cared about me a lot and hated it when somebody tried to hurt me. I'd been hurt by Umaga a couple of months back, after he interfered in a divas match that I was tag teaming in (I was teaming with Mickie James, who is my closest female friend in the company). He did the Samoan Drop on me, and then Shawn ran out to save me. Shawn ran Umaga off and then carried me from the ring - it was from then on we were close.
"Ok, I'm gonna need to put a supportive bandage around your head. It will stop the bursts of pain" The medical officer said.
"Ok" I answered. Anything to stop this pain, and if it meant I could stay out at ringside to support Shawn, I'd let them do it.
"The medical officers are working on May, who has severe head pain from Khali's treatment. Khali hurting his valet seems to have made Shawn angry, he's going all out on this 7'3" monster" I heard Jim Ross saying. The medical officers finished putting the bandage on my head and I noticed it really did work, some of the pain in my head eased immediately. The officer made me take some painkillers - I knew I was going to get drowsy. While that had been happening, Khali had managed to overpower Shawn and was tossing him around like he weighed nothing.
"COME ON SHAWN!" I managed to shout out, and the HBK chant started up around the arena again. Shawn managed to choke Khali in the ring ropes and he fell out, near me. I shrunk up, he'd already hurt me. Shawn hopped out of the ring and mouthed to me 'Don't worry.' I watched as he pulled the covering off the announcers table and then got a chair and dragged Khali over to the table. I recognised this setup, he was going to try to DDT him into the table. He'd done the same thing to John Cena a couple of weeks back, but Khali was a hell of a lot bigger then John. Shawn tried to get Khali up, but he couldn't do it. I gasped out loud when Khali picked Shawn up and tossed him off him. The whole arena watched in horror as he picked Shawn up and carried him back to the announcers table. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Khali threw Shawn through the table - the table collapsed and Shawn's body twisted over at a funny angle as he hit the floor. He was motionless, and I was frozen in shock. I had never seen Shawn be thrown so easily before. I couldn't move, and neither could Shawn. The referee looked at Shawn and then indicated to ring the bell, meaning he was unable to compete anymore and therefore the match had to end.
"Oh, Shawn…" I whispered to myself. He told me everything would be fine, but now he's unmoving on top of a collapsed table. I jumped up to go his aid, but before I got there, Khali stopped me. He grabbed onto me, and I screamed. He'd already hurt me once, and he could do worse this time. As the ring announcer announced Khali was the winner - he basically threw me into the ring. I was terrified, this man was absolutely massive, I looked like a child next to him. And I realised for the first time since we'd become a team, Shawn was unable to help me. The same medical officers from before were tending to him, as he lay sprawled out on the floor. I knew Shawn would be so angry with himself that he couldn't have helped me. Khali towered over me, and I cowered. Suddenly, John Cena's music started playing. John Cena? What was he doing coming out? I looked to my left and saw him running down to the ring. He jumped in and launched into Khali - he had come out to save me.
"Get out, May! Go to Shawn!" John yelled, hitting Khali. I scrambled up and out of the ring to the group of people around Shawn. As I crouched down next to his body, I looked behind me. Khali was overpowering John, he put himself in danger to save me. I owed him a massive thank you later on. I directed my attention back to Shawn. I took his hand and squeezed it. His eyes opened.
"May…" He said, weakly.
"I'm here" I whispered. I stayed with him while the medical officers got him onto a stretcher.
"You were so brave, May" Shawn said, looking into my eyes. He looked like he was in a lot of pain.
"No, you were, standing up for me. Go and get yourself fixed up" I answered. Even though he was in pain, he still managed to smile a sweet sad smile at me. I followed the medical officers out of the main arena - in the ring Khali had basically knocked John Cena out.