Hello! I don't own the WWE or the wrestlers, I just write stories about them. (Does this still even need to be said?) I hope you enjoy it and thank you for reading! Shawn/Taker. Sorry about any mistakes made.
Wagers and Tattoos
When Shawn walked back into the world of wrestling, he wasn't sure what to expect. He had had four years of back surgeries and detoxing. It actually wasn't that difficult to kick his habits after he started going to church and getting rid of his guilt by apologizing to the people he had wronged. He had apologized to everyone, except the one he had wronged the most, and it didn't help that his calls were ignored. So when he returned, all the animosity from his peers completely vanished. He had expected more hostility, especially from Hunter, who had been there through his overdosing and overdramatic tendencies, but there was only excitement and love from all but one.
He had been back for an entire month and the only one he hadn't even seen was Taker, his Carrot Top, his firecrotch; the big man was avoiding him at all costs, and Shawn couldn't stand to ask someone where he was, he didn't have the right to seek him out. He had fucked their entire relationship up in only one night and he had no right to talk to him at all, barely had the right to even try.
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Taker had been screaming at him for half an hour, he could barely hear what he was saying over the sound of his own heart thumping in his ears. He was leaving the company, and had some last minute confessions to make on his last night there. He knew their relationship was over the moment he decided to walk into Taker's locker room.
They were on a break a month ago, Taker needed space away from all of Shawn's problems, and Shawn screwed everything up the very first night of the break. He had gotten drunk, met some woman at the bar he was in, and then she claimed to be pregnant. She had called him, having gotten his number from their previous encounter, and broke the news. He was going to be a father.
"Baby, Carrot Top, I was so fucking drunk. I didn't even know what was happening for most of it."
"Pregnant. You cheated on me?" The big bad Deadman was choking up, looking between Shawn and the door, and deciding if he was going to kick Shawn out. He couldn't believe that on top of everything else, all the drug problems, the injury, Shawn leaving the company, and an ego the size of Texas, he had the nerve to do something like this to a person that stood by him through all of it.
"You were the one, who wanted to take a break, so don't act like this was my fucking fault." This was his way of coping, blaming others for his own fuck ups. It was his defense mechanism and made him able to look at himself in the mirror at the end of the day.
"Get out. I don't want to hear from you, I don't want to see you; I don't even want to know that you exist, just get the fuck out."
He stormed out and only stopped when he found someone who was dealing.
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He had been sitting in the locker room with his nose in a book for about an hour, waiting for his match with Hunter to begin. He was excited for this one; it was a Hell in a Cell, one of his all-time favorites. He had been on the last chapter when the book was pulled out of his hands. Shawn knew it wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation, no matter who had snatched the book.
"Michaels, you and I need to have a little chat."
"I was almost done reading that, Kane." He had barely seen this guy since he came back, and here he is, snatching books. Shawn's lips turned downward into a pout. He was just about to find out the fate of the main characters. Kane really could be cruel.
"The spider dies." Kane flung the book across the room as he said it and Shawn's mouth fell open at the audacity. Kane raised his eyebrow at Shawn's expression, daring him to get angry. Shawn stood up, muttering about rude people, and started digging in his bag for his wrestling gear. His match would be coming up soon.
"You know why I'm here, Shawn. My brother is stubborn, you're stubborn. I need one of you to stop tiptoeing around the other and actually speak. He's going batshit trying to figure out if he should avoid you or make amends. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you to talk to him, sooner rather than later."
Kane left after his message was received and Shawn stood there for several minutes trying to figure out what to do, but first he had a match to lose.
