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Random Missing Scene 2

This scene corresponds with chapter eighteen. The week before, Samia found the Undertaker laid out and bleeding in the parking lot thanks to the nWo. She rode with him to hospital in the ambulance and then stayed with him until his wife arrived. Nash puts her in a match with Trish Stratus, the women's champion, as backlash for her actions. This is Shawn's pep talk to Samia before her first real women's match.

The novice wrestler brushed her hair back and began braiding it, all the while seething and glaring at the cinderblock wall. Up until this point, she had been welcomed into the nWo and given free reign to wield her legal expertise. Now, she was being punished for being a human being, for being, at the least, a carbon-based life form, unlike the nWo, particularly Kevin Nash. This wasn't about earning a place in the faction. It wasn't about tough love. It was about reminding her who was boss and not to interfere in the boss' plans. This was a symbolic act to say that if Trish Stratus could tear her up and feed her to the dogs, imagine what any member of the faction could do to her if she went against their wishes. Well, maybe she was pushing it too far. Maybe Nash was just mad at her and this was simply punishment for embarrassing the nWo, or, more likely, just him. Either excuse, it wasn't good enough to make her do this when she wasn't ready.

Samia wrapped the rubber band around the end of her braid before checking her hair in the compact mirror. She picked at a ripple and only made it worse. With a sigh, she pulled the band out and began brushing her hair again. Before she could sort the locks into three sets, Shawn plopped down on the ottoman in front of her.

"You psyched?" he asked, excitedly. She rolled her eyes and shook out the braid to start again. "You'll be fine. Just remember everything I've taught you. Any free second you get, plan a strategy. Execute several moves in succession. Most importantly, remember WWHBKD."

"Excuse me?" she asked, not exactly sure what she had just heard.

"WWHBKD? You know, what would the Heart Break Kid do?" he replied as if she should have known.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Works for me."

"Because it is you. Do you think that Jesus walked around saying, 'what would I do?'" Samia asked but Shawn only shrugged. "Don't you think that's a little blasphemous and a little conceited?"

"No more than Austin 3:16," he replied, folding his arms across his chest.

"I didn't ask for an excuse to use it, I asked for an evaluation of it." So, she only attended church a few times out of the year. It didn't mean she lost her sense of decorum around others. Using words of religious nature needed to stay out of wrestling because, mainly, it was offensive to those who were believers and just plain offensive to anything sacred, Christian or not. It really didn't help that wrestlers made fun of ethnicities, other countries, America, and so forth, but, in her opinion, you didn't mess with God, whether or not you believed in the existence of the deity because you never could be sure.

"What? You gonna start quoting the Ten Commandments now?" Nash interrupted.

She whipped around to glare at him. Speaking of religion, she thought about changing his by repeatedly kicking him in the crotch. The woman glanced over the denim that didn't do well to constrain the evidence of his endowment. Her eyes jerked back up to his face. "Might have done your marriage some good to have quoted you one of the commandments."

"Seems you've broken a few of them yourself," Kevin shot back, his gaze moving back and forth between Samia and Shawn.

"Seems you haven't read them in a while—you have to be married to break that one but I'm sure you already know that."

"Oh, Saint Samia, pray, please forgive me and intervene to the Pope on my behalf," he pleaded sarcastically in a high-pitched voice, clasping his hands in front of him in mock prayer.

"And y'all think me and Samia are bad together," Hunter said, loud enough to interrupt the argument as he exited the lockerroom's restroom.

"I'm not debating theology with any of y'all," she stated and stalked off to the now empty bathroom to finish braiding her hair. When she finally got the rubber band wrapped around the end of the braid and the rest to her satisfaction, Shawn surprised her when she noticed his reflection in the mirror. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kissed her on the back of the neck. A shiver coursed throughout her body.

"Wanna see if we can break some more commandments?"

"What we're doing isn't—"

"I only meant it suggestively," he whispered in her ear, sending tingles down that side of her body. She turned around in his embrace and willingly accepted his kiss.

"If I can still move after this match…" she began, running her hand down his cheek.

"Oh, yeah, the match. WWHBKD," he said.

Not again, she thought. "So what exactly does WWHBKD mean?"

"Besides the acrostic?" She was really impressed that he even knew such a word but just nodded to hear what he had to say. "Think of what I would do out there." He ran her braid through his hand. "Trish never wears hers up. A handful of hair hurts worse than a jerk on a pony tail. Just don't do it more than once or twice. Don't want to be disqualified."

"Shawn, I know all of this," she replied, putting her hands on her chest.

"Alright, keep it as clean as you can when the ref's looking. You break a few rules when he's looking, but not too many. If it gets bad, get yourself disqualified. What do you lose? Your record'll be the same and maybe you can keep something from getting broken," the wrestler explained and tweaked her nose.

Samia nodded at him in a condescending manner. She didn't have a photographic memory but she only had to be told once when it came to the rules of wrestling. "What does it matter? I'm gonna get my butt kicked out there."

"It'll build character and get you some experience," Shawn replied, slapping her on the shoulder like she was one of the guys.

"Tell my bruises that tomorrow."

"Look, I promise it won't be bad if you just remember WWHBKD. Sorry I didn't get you a bracelet with it on it," the man said with a straight face.

"Shawn," she whined impatiently, wondering how many times he had actually used the phrase and if he had taken it from Ready to Rumble or thought of it before then. Even more, she hoped that he wasn't serious about the bracelet.

"Say it with me," he ordered, putting his hands on her upper arms.

"No."

"Come on. Say it with me. WWHBKD."

He wasn't going to stop if she didn't it. "WWHBKD," she sighed, looking away.

"Louder."

"Are you crazy? Hunter'll never stop making fun of me if he hears. Do you know what he does to me when we get around any limes?"

"Alright," he conceded with a one-sided smile, piquing her curiosity again about how serious he was about all this. "I'll let it go if you'll tell me one more time and look me in the eye."

Samia could not believe she was doing this. She looked down at the floor and then back up into his hazel eyes. "WWHBKD."

When she was in tight situations, Samia often found herself chanting the prayer of serenity to calm herself.

Lord, grant me the serenity

to accept the things I cannot change;

courage to change the things I can;

and the wisdom to know the difference.

After her 'blasphemy' speech, something felt wrong about using it now. Her music hit and she nodded to the faction, who made their entrance before her. Taking a deep breath, Shawn's speech came back to her. What would HBK do? She couldn't believe that she was about to do this. What the hell, WWHBKD, WWHBKD, she thought, using the acrostic as a calming mantra as she bounced down the ramp.

Author's Notes: I mean absolutely no disrespect by this random missing scene. I am a student of religion and have been for eight years, so I truly understand the need for respect in regards to religion and this was done only in fun and in jest between characters in a story who are not devout believers.