I'm embarrassed...I wrote this part, like, 2 or 3months ago and completely forgot to post it...Sorry about that! (blushes) Anyway, for those of you who haven't done so yet, if you have a moment, please check out some of my newer stories! I'm actually writing a "serious" one! Even my Muses are a little surprised...

Anywho, more stupid humor from me. Enjoy! (wink) Rememer: Italics are the story their telling. A story within a story...

HunterMuse: We have to go deeper.

ShawnMuse: Ficception.


"Pure comedy gold," Chris Jericho chuckled as he turned away from the monitor, indicating Shawn Michaels and Triple H. "I swear, the WWE is going to be in a pretty damn horrible state when those two leave."

From not far away, Dave Batista nodded his agreement. "Hunter and Shawn have been such a strong backbone. I think that when one of those two go, this company is going to suffer." Slowly, he began to zip up his own bag. "Of course, it's going to suffer when you or I leave, if Vince doesn't get his shit together."

"That's for damn sure," Jericho affirmed. "But, you know, Shawn and Hunter, as a unit, are like, the Spirit of the WWE...I can't see one leaving without the other, y'know?" He began to lace up his sneakers, getting ready for the long drive back to the hotel, and then, thank goodness, to home and his family. "They're like a pair of shoes; one without the other just doesn't work."

Batista scratched at his chin. "I don't know...I can see one of them leaving soon. I mean, they haven't always been together..." The Animal blinked, and smacked himself on the forehead with a depreciating laugh. "But why the fuck am I talking about them like a couple? They're grown men with families, they don't 'need' each other."

Although Dave was unaware, Chris gave a nearly-inaudibly sigh as he closed his locker. "I think we all should have that special-someone here in this business...That one that keeps us going, you know? And if I'm perfectly honest with myself..." He took a quick seat on the bench, turning to face Batista as he spoke, looking down, eyes focusing on a future he believed not-too-far away. "I think I'm going to find it hard to continue in this gig when Shawn is gone."

Chris looked up at Batista, who was staring back at him with a raised eyebrow. All of a sudden, he felt embarrassment wash over him, and color rushed to his face.

"I'm not trying to say that Shawn's mine or anything," Jericho backpedaled, coughing to clear his throat, becoming defensive. "I just look up to him, you know? That's all!"

Batista chuckled, shaking his head. "Hey, man, I'm not judging you or anything, trust me. Hunter was basically my...well, I'm not too sure what the hell it was, but he was something special to me when I first came into the business. I guess in a way he still is..." Now the Animal found himself blushing. "Not like him and Shawn, or anything, 'cause that shit is borderline gay."
Having successfully deflected anything potentially strange onto another party, the two men shared a laugh, relieved and now open to gossip (having now thoroughly vindicated themselves).

"Seriously," Jericho laughed, "A good percentage of their DX vignettes, promos, even matches could fall into the category of 'pretty damn gay.' I wonder how the hell those two aren't gay!"

Batista laughed as well, sitting on the bench near Jericho. "Hey, who knows, maybe they are and have just been hiding it! I mean, the way Shawn used to get into the ring—with the stripping and all—it's not too hard to imagine a young rooking falling for him..."

A mischievous grin crossed Y2J's face. "Yeah, I just see it now...Back in the day, maybe 1995 or so..."

Shawn Michaels, the Heartbreak Kid, walks through the curtains, facing the ring with jovial blue eyes. If there had been an audience, they would have been going wild; as it stands, the arena is empty. HBK had decided earlier to go for a quick warm up before the show tonight, and now he is alone in the arena, dressed in his infamous tiny bike shorts and white tank top, golden hair flying freely behind him as he run down to the ring.

At least, he thought he was alone.

Unable to contain himself, Batista laughed into his hand. "Damn, Chris, sounds like the opening to some weird porno..." He shook his head again, large hands resting against his legs as he began to think. "That's a pretty good start though."

"Why, thank you," Chris snickered with a seated mock-bow. "Your turn."

Batista shrugged, trying to sound as disinterested as possible.

"This is the perfect time for a warm up," Hunter Hearst Helmsley whispers to himself as he slips into his wrestling trunks, thinking that the arena was empty.

However, the moment he runs through the curtains, he notices Shawn Michaels in the ring, stretching as provocatively as only the Heartbreak Kid can, and freezes in his tracks.

"Shit," he hisses, turning to leave.

Too late. Out of the corner of his eye, Shawn catches the movement, and now is leaning against the ropes. "Hey, wait! Wanna warm up together?" He smiles his signature smile and tosses his golden-brown-blond hair back over his shoulder. "It's been a while since I've had a decent match after all..."

Y2J rubbed his hands together. "Oh, this is getting good," he said excitedly, his imagination already spinning a tale all on its own...

"A good match?" Hunter asks, skeptical of the older man's kindness. "I haven't even had a chance to prove myself yet here."

Shawn laughs. "Bullshit, I can tell that you're talented from here, now get your round ass in the ring with me! I haven't got all day."

Turning a slight shade of red, Hunter approaches the ring, climbing in under the bottom rope. The moment he gets in, however, a flash of pain jolts him as Shawn drops an elbow right on his back.

"Ow!" Hunter yells, standing up angrily, rubbing his injured muscle. "What the hell man?"

Shawn laughs wickedly. "Just trying to fire you up," he explains, bouncing comically on his heels as though in a boxing match. "In all honesty, I was aiming for you butt...No clue how I missed that huge target. Maybe I should aim for your nose next time."

Hunter shakes his head, somewhere between laughter, confusion and annoyance. "You keep talking like that, Michaels, and your ass will be mine..."

Completely throwing the younger man off his guard, the Heartbreak Kid gives him a sexy smile and beckons him to come to him with one finger.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

"Damn," Dave interrupted, wiping a thin sheen a sweat from his forehead, hoping that Jericho didn't see the motion. "You're good at this."

Chris gave him a mock-seductive grin. "Shall I continue?"

Within minutes, Hunter finds himself out of breath as the smaller man literally dances out of some of his best moves.

"Dammit, Shawn!" the Connecticut Blue Blood chuckles between intakes of air. "Stop making me laugh when we fight!"

The Heartbreak Kid smiles and comes near to the younger wrestler, who drops to one knee to better catch his breath. "I can't help it, it's how I operate. You're going to need a few tricks of your own, kid."

Hunter mumbles something under his breath, but it was inaudible. Shawn comes closer in order to hear.

"What'd you say?" he asks, standing over the still-downed man.

"I said," Hunter answers with a wicked grin hidden by long blond hair, "That I already have a few tricks!"

Without warning, he grabs one of Shawn's legs, rolling so that he pulls the more experienced man down to the canvas. Before Shawn can get away, Hunter pins him, sitting on HBK's hips, holding the older man's wrists above his head.

"Ha!" he laughs triumphantly. "I got you, finally!"

Though at first surprised, and a little angry, Shawn laughs as well. "Yeah, you got me..." His blues eyes locked onto Hunter's brown ones. "You got me, so what are you going to do with me?"

With several blinks, Hunter suddenly realizes what an amazing position he's in.

"God damn," he whispers, and without another world leans down and places a heated, hasty kiss on Shawn Michaels' perfect lips. He had no idea what it was about this man that was so damn enticing, but he realizes right away that there's no way he's going to be able to stop...

"Hey, have you guys seen my bag? I think I left it in here..." Triple H interrupted as he came barging into the locker room.

Jericho's mouth literally snapped shut, causing him to wince as he accidentally bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood. Batista, who had been secretly enjoying the whole story, now looked guiltily away from Hunter as he looked for his bag. Both men wore deep crimson blushes on their faces, which, thankfully, the Game took no notice of.

"Oh, there it is," he said to himself, grabbing the duffel from the floor. "Thanks guys, see you tomorrow!" With a wave, he shut the door on his way out.

The moment he was gone, the Animal and the King of the World turned to one another.

"I...don't think he heard any of that," Jericho said after a long moment. Batista nodded.

"Definitely not. Trust me, if he had heard you, you'd still be trying to find your tongue."

Y2J shuddered, rubbing the backs of his arms. "That was a close one...I think I'm done for the night." His smile returned somewhat as he stood. "Although...That was kinda fun."

Dave laughed and stood as well. "Yeah, it is entertaining...Makes me understand our crazy fans a bit better, really."

"Crazy fans?"

"Yeah, you know, the ones who write fanfiction about us..."


I can't help but poke fun at myself sometimes, haha. XP

Review? Oh, and I think the next chapter is our favorite big stoic scary-guy...

TakerMuse: Why am I suddenly cold?