Characters in this chapter: Rebecca Curci, Randy Orton, JR, King, Shawn Michaels
Notes: TWA Texas Wrestling Academy HBK's school of wrestling
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From RAW To Hell
Shawn Michaels' music and entrance video hit the titantron and he came through the curtains with a microphone. "Cut my music, cut it." The music was cut and he limped down into the ring. "I heard Randy Orton was hired again?!" Shawn shook his head. "And he has my wife. Its great, isn't it? Sarcasm aside, Orton, you come out here right now and give me my wife!" Shawn looked over to the titantron, stage and ramp, waiting.
J.R: Randy Orton has been re-hired?!
King: More importantly, Randy Orton has Shawn's wife?!
The titantron showed Shawn Michaels' wrestling school in San Antonio, TX, the TWA. Then the camera zoomed into Randy Orton with a lead pipe in his hand, not showing anything else. "Where's my wife, Orton?!" Shawn grabbed onto the ropes, ticked off. "Calm down, Shawn. She's right here." The camera showed Rebecca, her face covered in blood, on her knees, and her arms tied tight to the ropes of a TWA ring. "The hell, Orton?! Where are you?" Shawn grabbed a steal chair that was already in the ring and slammed it against the mat. "You don't remember the Texas Wrestling Academy, Shawn? How can you NOT remember the TWA, where you trained Brian 'Spanky' Kendrick and Paul London, along with many other successful superstars in the WWE today?
Shawn stared at the titantron seeing his wife tied up and bleeding "I remember...". "Good." Randy twirled the lead pipe he had in his hand for a second then whacks Rebecca's stomach with it. Shawn saw him ram the lead pipe into her stomach and yelled out. "Don't hurt her!" Shawn looked at the titantron. "Why shouldn't I, Shawn? She's no good anyway." Randy whacked Becky across the face with the pipe. "Stop, damn it Orton!" Shawn slammed the chair into a turnbuckle "Cut it out!". "Awww, Shawn doesn't like his wife being hurt." Randy took a step back and hit Rebecca hard in the throat. Rebecca tried to catch her breath, going into a coughing fit from that hard shot. Shawn screamed out of frustration. "What the hell, Orton?! Just...stop hurting her! I'll do anything! Just stop! She doesn't deserve to be treated like that!"
J.R: This is just pathetic, King.
King: Shawn needs to get a plane ticket and get his Texan ass down to the TWA.
"Anything, Shawn?" Shawn would have made a comment like 'No, nothing sexual Orton, I don't swing that way' but he was too concerned for his wife's health. "Anything, leave her alone.". "Alright. Shawn, I want you to admit that you are, infact, a hasbeen. I want you to admit to everyone that you really don't care about them. You know you want to spit on each and every one of their faces, telling them that you are the best, when you know you were at your best a long time ago, Shawn." Shawn thought about it. "I can't." Randy slid out of the TWA ring and grabbed a camera. Randy slid back in and lined the camera up for a nice hard shot at her chest. "Are you sure you can't, Shawn? Wasn't it said that your trainer Jose Lothario had to get some kind of heart/chest/whatever the hell it was surgery after Sid hit him in the chest with a camera JUST like this one?"
Shawn's eyes widened seeing the camera. "Alright! Alright! Don't hit her with it...I admit that I am a hasbeen and that...I don't care about you fans.." Shawn shook his head and looked at the titantron, seeing Rebecca in pain. Randy smirked and shook his head also, cutting the ropes letting Rebecca fall to the TWA mat. "You want her, Shawn, your going to pick her up right here, I'm not taking her anywhere this time." Shawn slid out of the ring and walked up the ramp, looking down as the titantron faded to black. The crowd booed him, even if most of them knew he just said that to get Randy to let his wife go.
