As ever, I do not own any of the characters from the WWE roster in this story. They are property of Mr Vincent Kennedy McMahon aka moron!
Peering from the filthy window of the locker room, HBK Shawn Michaels sighed. It had been a great evening, after all, himself and long time best buddy Triple H were well on their way to taking the wrestling world by storm again with the newly reformed, D Generation X.
Flicking his hair over his shoulders into a pony tail, Shawn couldn't help but notice how dark and depressing Detroit, Michigan appeared from the inside.
"The place hasn't looked like this since the day Kevin Nash was born!" Triple H chuckled, lifting his hand luggage from the bench as himself and Shawn left the arena in their rental car to head over to the hotel.
The dusky night skies and the bitter air was an unusual reality for the typically hot summers month of June. There was hardly anyone in sight, strange for early evening. Immediately, both men suspected something was wrong but dare not comment in case fate would decide to rear its ugly head.
Strolling into the hotel lobby, both men went to check into their rooms for the evening. Triple H's off screen wife, Stephanie, was not travelling with the company at the moment after experiencing some pregnancy aches and pains. Shawn, on the other hand, never brought his family on the unsafe or unhomely orientated life of the open road; they stayedin San Antonio, Texasunless it was a big event, such as Wrestlemania.
"How can I help you?" the young man at the reception desk questioned.
"Hi, I'm Shawn Michaels. I've book a room with you for the evening."
"Just let me look on my files for you." the gentleman replied, scrolling through the mountain of paper on his desk.
"Computer's not working, huh?" Triple H inquired, pointing to the monitor.
"No, electricity's down. We only have the back up generator so we have these files on paper, you know, so we don't waste any extra power." he replied, taking a brief rest from the task in hand. "No, sorry Mr Michaels, I don't seem to have your name on here."
"Are you sure?" Shawn questioned, his eyes wide.
"Sorry. Are you certain you booked it under your name?"
"Of course."
"Here, try my name, Paul Levesque."
After a few minutes of searching, there was still nothing listed under either mans name.
"Great." they both muttered in unison, the unappealing idea of travelling miles away to find a hotel or sleeping in the cramped, three door Ford car setting in.
"I do have an alternative." the young man started, looking to face both men.
"Yes?" Shawn asked.
"I do in fact have one room left which hasn't been taken, if my files are all correct."
"Go on?" Triple H appealed.
"It's a nice big room with a king size bed, a Jacuzzi, a massive shower and bath set, ummm, fridge, wide screen television, the works!"
"Are you serious?" Triple H gawped.
"Yep."
"It's only got the one bed though, right?" Shawn questioned.
"Yes but, like I said, it's King sized so it won't matter."
"We won't be able to use half the stuff in it!" HBK remembered the power shortage.
"How much?" Triple H ordered, ignoring his friends pleas.
"Since both of your rooms were deleted, I'll give you it at a special price of $500."
"We'll..."
"Talk it over!" Shawn interrupted, grabbing Triple H by the arm and dragging him nearer to the doorway.
"What?"
"It sounds a bit...lavish." Shawn sneered.
"How about I try and reduce him on price?"
"Ok."
"Well take it," Triple H smoothly stated "for $450"
"That's a deal." the desk employee smirked, thankful that he'd done some good business. "Here are your keys, I'll need one of your signatures."
After signing in, the men made their way down the dim lit corridors and up several flights of stairs, as the lifts were not working, until they got to their room number; 747.
"Ok, here we go!" Shawn murmured, unlocking the door and flinging himself inside.
As Triple H turned the light on, both men looked gob smacked at each other; the gold painted, beautiful silk decorated room was more than just honeymoon suite. It was amazing! The king size, four poster bed was draped in fancy linen; perfect for the a newly wed couple. Unfortunately, Shawn and Triple H were far from that!
"We got it at a good price!" Triple H commented.
"You can say that again!" Shawn sighed, dropping backwards onto the only bed in the room. "Ummm, Hunter?"
"Yeah?" he asked casually, spying the fridges contents, shuffling a few of the bottles of champagne about.
"Look up!"
As Triple H did so, he saw a perfect reflection of himself in the sparkling mirrors that covered the entire ceiling! His eyes wondered to see Shawn sprawled out on the bed, looking more than a little nerved.
"It looks like something out of a porn film!" Triple H joked, Shawn less than impressed.
"Can we cover them up?" Shawn moaned, jumping from the bed, searching in all of the cupboards possible.
"How do you suggest we do that!"
"I dunno, I just don't want to see myself all night!" Shawn whimpered.
"Relax!" Triple H implored, placing his hands on Shawn's muscular shoulders "No one will see us when we are asleep!"
"There could be cameras under there! That guy on the desk seemed pretty keen for us to share a bed!"
Triple H was slightly concerned at Shawn's mind set. He couldn't understand how come he was so paranoid all of a sudden.
"What's up and we're not getting in bed until you've told me!" Triple H warned.
Shawn realised it was pointless hiding it from Triple H. He'd find out anyway or annoy you so much until you told him!
"Ok, I hate power cuts. Ever since I was little, I dunno, it just bugs me. I don't like the whole mirror thing either, in case there's a storm, it will reflect in the glass."
"While I'm here Shawn, I promise, nothing bad will happen."
"You swear?"
"On Kevin Nash's quad!" he smirked, drawing his mate in for a hug.
After a while, both men had showered, separately I should add, and were about to get settled into bed. Triple H rubbed his tired face, slumping on the right side of the bed as Shawn distanced himself on the left side. He'd turned to face away from Triple H as he closed his eyes, knowing that it wouldn't take him long to go to sleep.
"Shawn?"
"Yes Hunter?"
"Does my nose look big?"
Shawn sat up to face Triple H who was lying flat on his back, moving his head from side to side, spying himself in the mirror.
"No bigger than usual." Shawn shrugged.
"Thanks!" Triple H groggily replied.
"Well you have broke it several times, you can't expect it to be teeny!"
Suddenly, as the boys continued their discussion, there came a knock at the door...
"Great, just what we need!" Triple H grumbled, plodding over to the doorway.
Next time in 'Honey, we are marooned!'
The knock at the door is an unwanted guest as far as Triple H is concerned. Plus, as the law is enforced, some are dragged helplessly away by the bosses in town.
Hey, thanks for reading the first chapter. I know it's a little bit of a slow starter but the coming chapters will be much better, I promise, as more people get introduced.
Let me know what you think!