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I mean absolutely no offense to either Shawn Michaels or Rob Van Dam, and have total respect for the both of them. This story is based on events that occurred just after Survivor Series, and a total b.s. lie that my stepfather told me about Shawn Michaels, that I now know is b.s. but I couldn't get it out of my head. So Tim, this story is dedicated to you.
Also, for those of you who don't know your wrestlers:
Jay Reso= Christian
Glen Jacobs=Kane
Chris Irvine= Chris Jericho
That's it for the minor characters in this chapter. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing having to do with the WWE. This story in no way represtents the views of anyone in the WWE, it's just based on the idea that sprung from my stepdad messing with me and saying that he read an article (WHICH DOESN'T EXIST, BTW!!!) that said that Shawn Michaels was getting divorced and had just come out of the closet.
Rob Van Dam heard the referee beginning the three count. He tuned everything out; the pain of the impact from his five-star frog splash, the crowd, the announcers' voices; and just concentrated on pinning Jericho. The referee struck the mat a third time, and he heard the bell ring, the entire crowd started screaming.
He jumped up from the pin, and raised his arms, despite the pain that nearly made him wince. He was hot, sweaty, and tired, but that didn't seem to matter anymore. He had a chance at the belt.
Rob had meant what he said; he respected Shawn Michaels and was glad that it had been him to walk out of the Elimination Chamber with the belt. Better him than Hunter. Despite all of that though, he was determined to be the World Heavyweight Champion; the title that would have been his months ago had it not been for Ric Flair hitting him with a steel chair.
He turned to leave the ring, and saw Shawn Michaels standing a few feet away from him. Rob stepped back slightly, going into a defensive posture. He didn't think that Shawn was the type of guy that would jump him to improve his chances, but still. better safe than out on injury.
Shawn flashed him a smile and extended one of his hands. After hesitating a moment, Rob took his hand and Shawn raised it, pointing at him. Rob looked out over the crowd at all of the people cheering wildly, and smiled. Shawn's music came on, and Rob resisted the urge to mouth the words; he had always enjoyed Shawn's song.
He felt Shawn's hand squeeze his slightly, and turned to look at him. Shawn's face had grown serious. He looked at him for a moment and then spoke quietly so that the microphones around the ring wouldn't pick up his voice. "We should get together sometime before the match."
Rob nodded, "You got it." He wondered why Shawn would even mention it, since it was normal to sit down and discuss a match a few hours before it began.
Shawn flashed him a killer smile, and Rob smiled back. Shawn turned and left the ring, walking so that he could touch the hands of the fans on the left side of the ramp. Rob did the same on the right, and then moved into the back, not pausing at the top of the ramp. He was tired, sweaty, and sore; all he wanted to do was shower, change, go back to his hotel room, and crash.
On his way back to his dressing room, Rob nearly bumped Chris Irvine outside of the locker room that he shared with Jay Reso. The blonde Canadian gave him a grin. "Hey Rob, great match. That frog splash hurts like a bitch when ya use it." Chris winced slightly, rubbing his abdomen.
Rob laughed. "I warned ya, Chris. You did a decent job though. With some practice."
Chris held up a hand, chuckling, and grimicing at the pain that laughter caused."Nah Rob, I think I'll leave the insanely painful moves up to you. Whatcha up to tonight?"
"Planning on getting some sleep, man. I am wiped," Rob gave him a tired smile. "Why, whatcha doin'?"
"Probably nothing; I had just thought about going out for a bit. you know, grab a couple beers or something."
Rob sighed softly, "Yeah, sorry 'bout that Chris. Why don't you ask Jay, Shawn or maybe Glen?"
Chris gave him a surprised look. "Shawn is.well.let's just say that after what I heard, I wouldn't be comfortable going anywhere with him."
Rob looked at him, raising his eyebrows. " What do you mean, 'after what I heard'? I haven't heard anything."
Chris looked around and gestured for Rob to follow him into his dressing room. Once they were inside, he shut and locked the door. He turned to him. "Alright man, you can't say a word, and no one can no this came from me, but. I was talking to one of the hairstylists earlier. Shawn is leaving Mandy."
Rob sat on one of the room's folding chairs. "Okay, so the guy's getting a divorce. You should really cut him some slack, man."
"It's not the fact that he's leavin' her that bugs me, Rob. It's why. Shawn just came out."
It took a moment to sink in, and then Rob's eyes widened in shock. "You're telling me that the Heart Break Kid, Shawn Michaels, is gay? No way man. I mean he's been married for years."
Chris nodded. "He told Mandy that he's been fightin' it for years, and that's the reason that he married her. He didn't want people to know. What better way to hide it than to get a wife and have a kid?"
Rob sighed, standing up. He decided right then and there that everything going on in Shawn's life wasn't his problem, not for tonight at least. "I am going to go hit the showers, man. I'll call you tonight, if I don't get too tired."
Chris got up and walked Rob to the door unlocking it. "Alright, Rob. Just don't tell him that I said anything, 'kay?"
"You got my word on it, man. Night."
"Later, Rob." Chris Irvine shut the door and went into the bathroom to finish packing, never noticing that the hidden camera that Biscoff had hidden in the main part of his locker room before the show, was still rolling.
About ten minutes later, Rob stood in the shower, steamy water cascading down his back. He stood there for a while, allowing the water's heat and pressure to relieve some of the tension in his back and shoulder muscles. The last few minutes of his time in the ring kept replaying through his mind. He shook his head. There was no way that Shawn had been hitting on hi. was there?
What he found unnerving as hell was that a part of him liked the idea that Shawn might be attracted to him. He was usually really open-minded, but. He realized something that completely shocked him. He was attracted to Shawn Michaels.
He leaned against the shower wall, letting out a shuddering breath. "Get a grip on yourself," he said quietly. "You're Rob Van Dam. Mr. Monday Night. There is no way that you could be. There is no way that you're." He closed his eyes, taking in another deep breath before saying it outloud. "Oh my God. I've got the hots for Shawn."
Rob stayed in the shower a while longer, his mind racing. He closed his eyes and took a few cleansing breaths, easily clearing his mind. "Okay Rob, you can handle this." He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. "Let's think about this logically." He moved over to the bathroom mirror, wiping the steam off of it with one of his hands and looking at his reflection. "One, Chris could be wrong." He moved over to the slightly ajar door that led to his locker room, pushing it open as he said, "Two, you don't even know if he feels." Rob stopped in his Tracks, heat leaping into his throat and words dying on his lips. There, sitting in one of the room's benches, was Shawn Michaels.
Author's note- Please stick with this story, and I promise that next chapter will be much more interesting. I'm really going to try to post chapter two by Sunday night. The more reviews I get, the faster I'll post new chapters.
And PLEASE r&r my other stories. Even if you completely hate them, I want to know what you think.
E-mail me suggestions on what you'd like to see happen on any of my stories, and I might even use them. P.S., I've kinda hit writer's block on a couple of them, so suggestions would be very, VERY helpful.
I mean absolutely no offense to either Shawn Michaels or Rob Van Dam, and have total respect for the both of them. This story is based on events that occurred just after Survivor Series, and a total b.s. lie that my stepfather told me about Shawn Michaels, that I now know is b.s. but I couldn't get it out of my head. So Tim, this story is dedicated to you.
Also, for those of you who don't know your wrestlers:
Jay Reso= Christian
Glen Jacobs=Kane
Chris Irvine= Chris Jericho
That's it for the minor characters in this chapter. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing having to do with the WWE. This story in no way represtents the views of anyone in the WWE, it's just based on the idea that sprung from my stepdad messing with me and saying that he read an article (WHICH DOESN'T EXIST, BTW!!!) that said that Shawn Michaels was getting divorced and had just come out of the closet.
Rob Van Dam heard the referee beginning the three count. He tuned everything out; the pain of the impact from his five-star frog splash, the crowd, the announcers' voices; and just concentrated on pinning Jericho. The referee struck the mat a third time, and he heard the bell ring, the entire crowd started screaming.
He jumped up from the pin, and raised his arms, despite the pain that nearly made him wince. He was hot, sweaty, and tired, but that didn't seem to matter anymore. He had a chance at the belt.
Rob had meant what he said; he respected Shawn Michaels and was glad that it had been him to walk out of the Elimination Chamber with the belt. Better him than Hunter. Despite all of that though, he was determined to be the World Heavyweight Champion; the title that would have been his months ago had it not been for Ric Flair hitting him with a steel chair.
He turned to leave the ring, and saw Shawn Michaels standing a few feet away from him. Rob stepped back slightly, going into a defensive posture. He didn't think that Shawn was the type of guy that would jump him to improve his chances, but still. better safe than out on injury.
Shawn flashed him a smile and extended one of his hands. After hesitating a moment, Rob took his hand and Shawn raised it, pointing at him. Rob looked out over the crowd at all of the people cheering wildly, and smiled. Shawn's music came on, and Rob resisted the urge to mouth the words; he had always enjoyed Shawn's song.
He felt Shawn's hand squeeze his slightly, and turned to look at him. Shawn's face had grown serious. He looked at him for a moment and then spoke quietly so that the microphones around the ring wouldn't pick up his voice. "We should get together sometime before the match."
Rob nodded, "You got it." He wondered why Shawn would even mention it, since it was normal to sit down and discuss a match a few hours before it began.
Shawn flashed him a killer smile, and Rob smiled back. Shawn turned and left the ring, walking so that he could touch the hands of the fans on the left side of the ramp. Rob did the same on the right, and then moved into the back, not pausing at the top of the ramp. He was tired, sweaty, and sore; all he wanted to do was shower, change, go back to his hotel room, and crash.
On his way back to his dressing room, Rob nearly bumped Chris Irvine outside of the locker room that he shared with Jay Reso. The blonde Canadian gave him a grin. "Hey Rob, great match. That frog splash hurts like a bitch when ya use it." Chris winced slightly, rubbing his abdomen.
Rob laughed. "I warned ya, Chris. You did a decent job though. With some practice."
Chris held up a hand, chuckling, and grimicing at the pain that laughter caused."Nah Rob, I think I'll leave the insanely painful moves up to you. Whatcha up to tonight?"
"Planning on getting some sleep, man. I am wiped," Rob gave him a tired smile. "Why, whatcha doin'?"
"Probably nothing; I had just thought about going out for a bit. you know, grab a couple beers or something."
Rob sighed softly, "Yeah, sorry 'bout that Chris. Why don't you ask Jay, Shawn or maybe Glen?"
Chris gave him a surprised look. "Shawn is.well.let's just say that after what I heard, I wouldn't be comfortable going anywhere with him."
Rob looked at him, raising his eyebrows. " What do you mean, 'after what I heard'? I haven't heard anything."
Chris looked around and gestured for Rob to follow him into his dressing room. Once they were inside, he shut and locked the door. He turned to him. "Alright man, you can't say a word, and no one can no this came from me, but. I was talking to one of the hairstylists earlier. Shawn is leaving Mandy."
Rob sat on one of the room's folding chairs. "Okay, so the guy's getting a divorce. You should really cut him some slack, man."
"It's not the fact that he's leavin' her that bugs me, Rob. It's why. Shawn just came out."
It took a moment to sink in, and then Rob's eyes widened in shock. "You're telling me that the Heart Break Kid, Shawn Michaels, is gay? No way man. I mean he's been married for years."
Chris nodded. "He told Mandy that he's been fightin' it for years, and that's the reason that he married her. He didn't want people to know. What better way to hide it than to get a wife and have a kid?"
Rob sighed, standing up. He decided right then and there that everything going on in Shawn's life wasn't his problem, not for tonight at least. "I am going to go hit the showers, man. I'll call you tonight, if I don't get too tired."
Chris got up and walked Rob to the door unlocking it. "Alright, Rob. Just don't tell him that I said anything, 'kay?"
"You got my word on it, man. Night."
"Later, Rob." Chris Irvine shut the door and went into the bathroom to finish packing, never noticing that the hidden camera that Biscoff had hidden in the main part of his locker room before the show, was still rolling.
About ten minutes later, Rob stood in the shower, steamy water cascading down his back. He stood there for a while, allowing the water's heat and pressure to relieve some of the tension in his back and shoulder muscles. The last few minutes of his time in the ring kept replaying through his mind. He shook his head. There was no way that Shawn had been hitting on hi. was there?
What he found unnerving as hell was that a part of him liked the idea that Shawn might be attracted to him. He was usually really open-minded, but. He realized something that completely shocked him. He was attracted to Shawn Michaels.
He leaned against the shower wall, letting out a shuddering breath. "Get a grip on yourself," he said quietly. "You're Rob Van Dam. Mr. Monday Night. There is no way that you could be. There is no way that you're." He closed his eyes, taking in another deep breath before saying it outloud. "Oh my God. I've got the hots for Shawn."
Rob stayed in the shower a while longer, his mind racing. He closed his eyes and took a few cleansing breaths, easily clearing his mind. "Okay Rob, you can handle this." He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. "Let's think about this logically." He moved over to the bathroom mirror, wiping the steam off of it with one of his hands and looking at his reflection. "One, Chris could be wrong." He moved over to the slightly ajar door that led to his locker room, pushing it open as he said, "Two, you don't even know if he feels." Rob stopped in his Tracks, heat leaping into his throat and words dying on his lips. There, sitting in one of the room's benches, was Shawn Michaels.
Author's note- Please stick with this story, and I promise that next chapter will be much more interesting. I'm really going to try to post chapter two by Sunday night. The more reviews I get, the faster I'll post new chapters.
And PLEASE r&r my other stories. Even if you completely hate them, I want to know what you think.
E-mail me suggestions on what you'd like to see happen on any of my stories, and I might even use them. P.S., I've kinda hit writer's block on a couple of them, so suggestions would be very, VERY helpful.