CHAPTER 9: Dream Come True…

When all of the five competitors had left for their match, Rissa and Steph both tried to settle down, with Rissa just hanging around backstage while Declan was somewhere watching and playing with Randy Orton and Kenyon was playing with John Cena. Steph was in the same line of table as the rest of creative. The match may include her husband, father and brother, but she still had to work. There were no exemptions; she may be family, but she was still employee.

Having observed that Steph was acting a little weirder than normal and usual, Marissa sensed that something happened. Seeing that her eyes were still a little puffy and her make-up was a little messed up, Rissa then kept glancing at Steph, continuously sending her the "Are you okay?" look. With the kind of friendship they had, words were not always necessary. Sometimes, it was just a matter of one look. And the connection was there. Stephanie kept replying that questioning look with a smile, that to Rissa was actually forced. Marissa knew what was really wrong with her, but was not sure if it was the same thing that caused the tears in her eyes. So she decided that she would talk to her best friend later, and for the meantime just focus on the match on hand. But she never failed to keep looking back at Steph, making sure that if she wasn't completely fine, at least she was still alive.

Being the first ever handicap Hell-in-a-Cell match in history, the match did meet the people's expectations. The newly made cell served as a weapon for both teams to each other, and it really showed no mercy. With what DX has done to him, Mr. McMahon (and his son Shane) is determined to make his point clear and send his message across to the so called degenerates (and to their fans—the whole wide world) that nobody, messes with wrestling's royal family. Nobody can beat the McMahons. On the other hand, DX was determined to give the McMahon's a taste of their own medicine, with everything they have done to everyone. They've made other people's lives hell, and enjoyed every minute of it. DX has got two words for the McMahon's each and every week, but tonight, there will be no more words, just actions, and the actions will be more than just two. The duo is out to show Mr. McMahon that his sins will forever be unforgiven.

Midway through the match, all five men were already bleeding. They have all ate steel, and worse, the McMahon's became victims of Triple H's sledgehammer. With a win already at their reach, DX decided that the suffering they have put their opponents through was not yet enough. They were not only fighting for themselves, they were fighting for everyone that Mr. McMahon has screwed over the years. And yes, that may even include Bret Hart. And with continuous ramming of Mr. McMahon's body into a specific area of the cell, it was no surprise that the cell broke, and was now opened. Things would only get worse.

Rebecca was sitting front row with Cameron and Cheyenne, and could not take much of what she was seeing. Worry still wouldn't go away, but she just guessed it was normal. Whenever Shawn was out there, she worried. "It's just a wife thing I guess," she thought. And, despite what was going on in front of her, she erased the thought of something bad happening to Shawn. He assured her that he would be fine. And he had to keep that promise.

Because the cell had already opened, the five made their way to the top of the cell. Both Triple H and Shawn Michaels knew that up there, things were a little bit more dangerous. They both had been there before, and although the steel in the past was different, the atmosphere up there was still the same. They have both caused pain on their opponents while up there, and they wanted the McMahon's and Big Show to taste that pain.

Backstage, Marissa heartbeat was fast… extremely fast. The scene that projected in front of her looked all too familiar. All of them were on top of the cell, and Shawn was setting Shane, who was near the edge of the cell, up for a super kick. Marissa was freaking out inside, "No… no… no… it can't happen… it can't be…"

Then, the next set of events shocked everyone backstage and sent the crowd into frenzy. As Shawn delivered the super kick, Shane was accidentally pushed out of the way by a can't-concentrate-well-on-the-match Triple H, causing Shawn to fall off the cage, straight to the Spanish table, and to the concrete floor. As the crowd chanted: "Holy Sh!" showing appreciation and amazement for what they've just seen, Rebecca couldn't breathe properly. She was not briefed that something like that would happen, and to her, that was not planned. Was that part of the script? Or was that an unforeseen accident? She surely hoped it was the first but her heart was telling her it was something more.

Backstage, things were chaotic. Creative was trying to debate whether what just happened was actually planned or not. Afterall, as veterans and extreme professionals, the likes of Shawn Michaels were to do everything for the entertainment of their fans. And knowing Vince McMahon, he would suggest the most outrageous things, and he didn't care, so as long the fans loved it. Nonetheless, the EMT's were already called and informed, and were to go out and check up on Shawn anytime soon.

Marissa was the one who was shocked the most. She didn't understand how it was possible for that to happen. She dreamt of it happening, but it was to Shane. So why was Shawn the one lying motionless and unconscious on the floor? She was somehow grateful Shane was safe, but she still couldn't fathom how her dream actually became a reality, but to someone else—her all-time favorite superstar.

Seeing what had just happened, Triple H was shocked and dumbfounded. He knew that that was an accident, and he was the cause of it. When he swore that he might kill someone with the kind of mentality he had during that night, he had no idea that that person might actually be his best friend. Nonetheless, he called for the Big Show to deliver him the choke slam on top of the cell, with his back meeting the unforgiving steel, and being covered for the pin. They may have lost the match, but Paul no longer cared. For now, what mattered was Shawn… and of course, Steph.

Five seconds after the conclusion of the match…

"Steph!"

Stephanie collapsed.

Can things get any worse?