A/N: This one's really different to all my other chapters, for two reasons; One, it's told from the perspective of three different people, and two, it's based entirely at a house show. It's kind of about the unpredictability of house shows, and I think the three people thing gives more of an insight into how people think... I dunno, it's late, I'm rambling. I still want your suggestions about what that crazy idea of Vince's was! :)

House shows are underrated, in my humble opinion. I mean, house shows are where rookies get more play, and there's no cameras around, no jumbo titantron, everything's more relaxed. But for some reason, the crowds are just as, if not more excited.
So, you wanna know my view on how this particular house show went? Alright. If my memory serves me correctly, Shawn and I were standing backstage when Katie ran past with Cody on her back… Yeah. You read that right. Being two of the youngest superstars in the locker room, they were kinda known as the babies of our, big, dysfunctional WWE family. They sure acted like it. This piggybacking up and down the hall? This was Katie's cardio for the day. She's lucky she's a good wrestler, otherwise I'd have serious concerns about her in this business. Where was I? Right, the piggyback.
"Hold on a minute Shawn- Hey, Danger! Rhodes!"
Katie screeched to a halt and turned around to face me.
"What's up Trips?"
"Isn't that a little… I dunno, stupid to be doing that with a broken wrist?" I gestured towards her with my taped right hand.
Cody slid off Katie's back, and she proudly pulled up the sleeve on her black sweater. She didn't have her cast on anymore.
"What happened to your cast?" Shawn queried, voicing my thoughts exactly.
"Don't need it" Katie smiled, pulling her sleeve back down. She skipped back down the corridor the way she came, and Cody walked slowly behind her. He stopped in front of me and Shawn, giving us a serious look.
"Yeah. I tried to tell her."
Cody shook his head and followed Katie's path. I looked back at Shawn and raised my eyebrows.
"Man I hate that kid"
Shawn nodded, and Little Horny said something in his weird, little people's language at my feet.
"Definitely." Shawn agreed.
How he knew Little People Talk, I never understood. Shawn had already proven he could speak jive, so I really shouldn't have been shocked with these kind of things anymore.
"Hey, Hunter, we have a match against them tonight don't we?" Shawn adjusted the DX beanie on his head.
"Yeah. Ha, that's gonna be a lot of fun."
"How many times have we pantsed Ted and Cody now?"
Shawn and I both stopped for a minute. I'm sure he was counting the times, but I was just reminiscing on how freakin' hilarious it was every time.
"Twelve" Shawn and I said at the same time. Twelve sweet times. This was another reason I loved house shows. We weren't allowed to pants people on televised broadcasts. Sometimes, matches just aren't as fun without the added hilarity of watching guys like Ted and Cody running around the ring with their asses showing.
"Hey man, we should get Katie this time" I suggested, hitting Shawn on the chest and raising my eyebrows to emphasize my point. The Midget let out an excited yelp and my feet. Shawn just looked at me knowingly.
"She's 20 years younger than you, and you're married. I thought you would've learned by now"
"Hey, hey… No one can resist playing The Game, if you know what I mean"
At that moment, Vickie Guerrero walked past. Who knows what she was doing at a Raw house show, but regardless, she looked at me in a funny light, and I shook my head.
"No, not you, never you, keep walking."

"Ladies and gentleman, please welcome, Katie Danger!"
Katie bounded down the ramp with a mic in hand. She did this a lot at house shows. I may not have been a ref for long, but from what I could tell, she's one of the few Divas that's ever been able to cut a successful promo by herself, although Vince only let her do it at non televised events, at least until she got better. I personally thought she was entertaining enough already. She slid into the ring, and, on her way to one of the turnbuckles, collided pretty hard with Justin Roberts. Justin fell down, and rolled out of the ring. Katie simply got back up, holding her head, but grinning widely.
"Woo! That stings a bit." She calmed herself before raising the microphone back up to her mouth. I'm sure I wasn't the only one eagerly anticipating what she was going to say next. I was so caught up in the moment I didn't even check on Justin.
"Hello New York" And with that, those three simple words, the crowd became the loudest I'd heard them all night.
"So, I uh, I came out here to talk myself up a bit, maybe get a cheap plug in for Breaking Point, but… Man, I've completely lost my train of thought after knocking out Justin Roberts." Katie paused for a moment, pushing her hair out of her face and sitting on the top turnbuckle."Forget the refs, I think we need sturdier ring announcers, what do you guys think?"
Once again, the crowd got all riled up, and a small chant of Katie's name begun in the back sections.
"Alright, so, I guess it's lucky for you guys that you have a very knowledgeable WWE fan with a tolerable voice right here, right?" Katie put her arms out and grinned."Let's get this show back on track! The following contest is scheduled for one fall!"
Legacy's music hit, and a brief look of shock crossed Katie's face. I guess she didn't expect their match to be just yet. Regardless, she continued with her new job."Introducing first, at a combined weight of 458 pounds, the team of Cody Rhodes and Ted DiBiase, Legacy!"
I had to admit, Katie did a mighty good job at introducing her partners. Ted high fived Katie once he was in the ring, and Cody gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"And their opponents… from the Senior Citizens Home down the road, the team of 'The Heart Break Old Man' Shawn Michaels, 'The Game of Bingo' Triple H, D-Generation X!" Katie paused briefly before raising the microphone yet again. "Lame, I know, but what do you expect, we don't get our stuff written for us at house shows"
DX didn't appear to notice Katie's 'improved' introduction; they were too busy taking photos with and throwing glow sticks to the fans. The joke got a fairly positive reaction from the crowd though, as Katie's jokes usually did. Katie exited the ring, and I knew very well that even though she wasn't meant to be involved in this match, she would probably play a big part in it anyway. Once DX did their whole fireworks deal, their music died out, and the bell rung, signaling the start of what was sure to be a great match.

I'd been a WWE fan for 17 or so years, and there was no-one I enjoyed watching in that ring more than Shawn Michaels. A lot of people came close, however, and four of those people were also in the ring with The Heart Break Kid on that night of my 20th live show. Shawn and Cody were trading blows in one corner, Triple H and Ted were fighting it out in the other, and Katie was in a shoving fight with referee John Cone right in the middle. Poor John was just trying to retain order in the match, but it really wasn't working. The chemistry that these 5 individuals had not only with their partners, but with each other as opponents was undeniable. Any time they stepped in the ring together, it was magic to watch. Cody managed to get the upper hand on Shawn, and Irish whipped him towards the middle of the ring, almost at the exact same time as Ted did the same to Triple H. Katie saw it coming, and leapt out of the way. Michaels and HHH collided in the center of the ring, their heads making a sickening sound, taking out the ref in the process. The only thing that was ruining this exciting, near perfect contest was some random six year old's annoying, yappy voice next to me.
"Vintage Katie Danger!" He cried out.
Oh boy. Just when I thought this kid couldn't get any more annoying, he started quoting Michael Cole. And it didn't even make sense. I did not see how Katie ducking out of the way of a DX sandwich was 'vintage' of her. I let it slide, because let's face it, he's six. He probably didn't even know what vintage was.
My view was partially obstructed, but from what I could see, Triple H and Shawn Michaels were motionless for a while, blood pouring out of their skulls like a river, and the referee was unconscious, naturally. Katie checked on Cody and Ted before exiting the ring once again, clutching her right wrist. Everyone (well, at least those of us who aren't six and don't know the difference between a headlock and a power bomb) in attendance that night knew as well as Katie did that she didn't need to help them beat up DX; Cody and Ted could do it well enough on their own. Cody pushed HBK out of the ring, and Ted lifted up HHH, putting him in position for Dream Street. Katie tried to revive the ref from the outside of the ring with her good hand, and she seemed to succeed. Suddenly, I felt an enormous amount of liquid land on my leg, and looked down to see that the dirty old man next to me had spilled what I could only guess was whiskey all over my pants. He coughed a bit before trying to dab it off with a dirty hanky. I looked back to the ring just in time to see Triple H covering Ted, and getting the 1, 2, 3.
"What? What happened?" I cried, but nobody responded. They were all too busy cheering for DX. I threw my hands in the air and began thinking about what could've possibly happened in that short space of time. Maybe Triple H reversed the Dream Street into the Pedigree… Maybe HBK had given Ted Sweet Chin Music and saved his partner… I swatted away the old man's hand from my leg and stood up to cheer for DX with the rest of the audience. Not even drunk old men and ignorant kids could ruin this entertaining match. Needless to say, I was definitely going to be buying Breaking Point.