Blah! It's here. Survivor Series isn't over yet. I'm not late!
{I hear a thunder in the distance
{See a vision of a cross
{I feel the pain that was given
{On that sad day of loss
"Daddy, you're going to be alright, aren't you?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Because I remember the last match you were in you won but Paul beat you up and then you had to go to the doctors and then you couldn't walk for a couple of weeks but then you showed up on TV again and got into more fights and then-"
Shawn stopped his son's barrage of questions and tried not to laugh. "How did you get so smart all of a sudden?"
Andy shrugged. "I don't know."
"Fair enough." Shawn sighed, looking over his stuff to make sure he had everything packed.
"So why can't I go with you?"
Shawn knelt down so he was at eye level with his son and looked at him seriously. "With Mommy being out of town, she made me promise that I'd leave you with Aunt Beth to be safe."
"You don't think anyone would want to see me backstage?"
"That's not the point." Shawn answered with a frustrated sigh, running his hand through his already disheveled hair. "The point is that I promised your mom something and we all know how she gets if I don't follow up."
Any nodded solemnly. "Yeah, Mommy does get scary." He bit his nail and then looked back at his dad. "Will you tell Trish I said hi?"
"Of course." Shawn said, knowing how much of a crush his eight-year-old son had on the diva. Twenty minutes later he had dropped Andy off at his aunt's house and made it to the airport in record time.
{A lion roars in the darkness
{Only he holds the key
{A light to free me from my burden
{And grant me life eternally
"Trish, Andy says hi." Shawn called over his shoulder at the blonde.
"Did he?" She replied, a smile on her face. "That is so sweet."
He laughed and shook his head. "You need to get your own kid and stop obsessing over mine."
"But he's just so cute." Trish said wistfully.
"Thank you, I tried my best." Shawn answered with a laugh, finding his way to his dressing room with no problem.
Waiting for him on the table was a pile of letters, gifts, and flowers. He looked at them curiously for a minute before sitting down on the couch and picking up the first one.
Shawn: Best of luck in your match tonight. I just know that you'll be able to beat the other five. Don't let anyone get you down and you're going to do fine. :Terri
"Oh, so the other superstars feel it appropriate to be wishing me good luck." He said aloud, reading the next couple of letters from Rey Mysterio and Edge, Maven, and Brock Lesnar, surprisingly enough.
Once getting through about half the pile, he decided it was time to get ready for the match that would change his life forever. He was about to get into the shower when his cell phone went off, the ring piercing the otherwise quiet room. "Hello?"
"Daddy?" was the staticy reply.
He grinned. "Andy, shouldn't you be in bed?"
"Aunt Beth said that she would order the match for me."
"Get Aunt Beth on the phone please." Shawn said tersely.
There was a minute of silence, and then his sister-in-law came on the phone. "What's going on Shawn?"
He rubbed his hands over his face. "Liz, there is now way that you can order Survivor Series for Andy."
"Why not? He wants to see it. I'm not going to deny him something that he wants. You know I can't say no to him."
"Can you try? I don't want him seeing it. I'll have someone tape it and then we can watch it when I get home, but I have no idea what's going to happen and I don't want to get seriously hurt and not be there for him when he sees it and then he might panic and-"
"Fine Shawn." She cut in. "Fine, I won't order it for him. I should let you get going. Good luck."
"Thank you." He hung up the phone and pulled on a t-shirt before going to find someone to tape it for him. He didn't want his son to miss the biggest match of his life.
{There's nothing left to prove
{Nothing I won't do
{Nothing like the pain
{I feel for you
{I hear a thunder in the distance
{See a vision of a cross
{I feel the pain that was given
{On that sad day of loss
"Daddy, you're going to be alright, aren't you?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Because I remember the last match you were in you won but Paul beat you up and then you had to go to the doctors and then you couldn't walk for a couple of weeks but then you showed up on TV again and got into more fights and then-"
Shawn stopped his son's barrage of questions and tried not to laugh. "How did you get so smart all of a sudden?"
Andy shrugged. "I don't know."
"Fair enough." Shawn sighed, looking over his stuff to make sure he had everything packed.
"So why can't I go with you?"
Shawn knelt down so he was at eye level with his son and looked at him seriously. "With Mommy being out of town, she made me promise that I'd leave you with Aunt Beth to be safe."
"You don't think anyone would want to see me backstage?"
"That's not the point." Shawn answered with a frustrated sigh, running his hand through his already disheveled hair. "The point is that I promised your mom something and we all know how she gets if I don't follow up."
Any nodded solemnly. "Yeah, Mommy does get scary." He bit his nail and then looked back at his dad. "Will you tell Trish I said hi?"
"Of course." Shawn said, knowing how much of a crush his eight-year-old son had on the diva. Twenty minutes later he had dropped Andy off at his aunt's house and made it to the airport in record time.
{A lion roars in the darkness
{Only he holds the key
{A light to free me from my burden
{And grant me life eternally
"Trish, Andy says hi." Shawn called over his shoulder at the blonde.
"Did he?" She replied, a smile on her face. "That is so sweet."
He laughed and shook his head. "You need to get your own kid and stop obsessing over mine."
"But he's just so cute." Trish said wistfully.
"Thank you, I tried my best." Shawn answered with a laugh, finding his way to his dressing room with no problem.
Waiting for him on the table was a pile of letters, gifts, and flowers. He looked at them curiously for a minute before sitting down on the couch and picking up the first one.
Shawn: Best of luck in your match tonight. I just know that you'll be able to beat the other five. Don't let anyone get you down and you're going to do fine. :Terri
"Oh, so the other superstars feel it appropriate to be wishing me good luck." He said aloud, reading the next couple of letters from Rey Mysterio and Edge, Maven, and Brock Lesnar, surprisingly enough.
Once getting through about half the pile, he decided it was time to get ready for the match that would change his life forever. He was about to get into the shower when his cell phone went off, the ring piercing the otherwise quiet room. "Hello?"
"Daddy?" was the staticy reply.
He grinned. "Andy, shouldn't you be in bed?"
"Aunt Beth said that she would order the match for me."
"Get Aunt Beth on the phone please." Shawn said tersely.
There was a minute of silence, and then his sister-in-law came on the phone. "What's going on Shawn?"
He rubbed his hands over his face. "Liz, there is now way that you can order Survivor Series for Andy."
"Why not? He wants to see it. I'm not going to deny him something that he wants. You know I can't say no to him."
"Can you try? I don't want him seeing it. I'll have someone tape it and then we can watch it when I get home, but I have no idea what's going to happen and I don't want to get seriously hurt and not be there for him when he sees it and then he might panic and-"
"Fine Shawn." She cut in. "Fine, I won't order it for him. I should let you get going. Good luck."
"Thank you." He hung up the phone and pulled on a t-shirt before going to find someone to tape it for him. He didn't want his son to miss the biggest match of his life.
{There's nothing left to prove
{Nothing I won't do
{Nothing like the pain
{I feel for you