Yo yo yo. Wassup? Wassup?! XD/DX Hiya. I'm back. Yaaaay. I bet you all are OH SO pumped. Uhm...this chapter is pretty long. I like it alot too. So...R&R
Copyright: OH yeah. I totally own Triple H and Shawn Michaels...cuz uh...they're not...REAL or anything.
"Oh yeah, if anyone decides to interfere in the others matches, then you'll be fired!" Coachman said and walked away, followed by Rated-RKO. Once they left, DX dropped the microphones and continued to laugh while they walked back to their dressing rooms. Triple H walked in and sat down on a bench, still laughing a little.
"Man…they just keep on getting funnier and funnier." Shawn just nodded and sat down next to him.
"When do the matches start?"
"…That's a good question. They never told us. I'm going to assume next week." Trips shrugged and leaned back a bit. "You want to go and find out?"
"If ya want too."
"Eh…why not? We don't have anything else to do." Hunter and Shawn both got up and left the room. They walked around the arena looking for Coach or Rated-RKO.
"Hey." HBK slapped his partner's chest and pointed at Coachman standing by a man with a headset, talking to him. Helmsly nodded and walked over to Coach.
"Why hello there, Coachman!"
"Oh…hello." He said slightly frightened and confused.
"We have a question for you." Shawn told him.
"Go on."
"When are these matches going to take place? You never really informed us." The Icon asked.
"Oh right." Jonathon straightened his coat and looked at DX. "It's going to be next week. It'll be like a 3 Stage of Hell match. Except…tweaked." He smiled slightly and walked away. D-Generation X just looked at each, then at the leaving Coachman and shrugged.
"Doesn't really matter, we'll win either way." Hunter said and shoved his arm around Shawn. HBK nodded slightly, but not very confidently. Triple H just stared at Shawn and cocked an eyebrow. "What?"
"Nothing. Nothing…"
"That's not a 'Nothing at all' nothing. That's an 'I don't feel too good about this.' nothing."
"…Well…I don't." He said and crossed his arms.
"Why not?"
"Two matches in a row? And those are two brutal matches, none the less." Triple H just stared at Shawn like a cow would be staring an on-coming train.
"What about them, Shawn? We did a 3 Stages of Hell match. You were fine then."
"Yeah…I guess." He sighed and shrugged. "Well, c'mon, let's go. We don't have anything to do here." The Game nodded and followed his partner out of the arena.
The week of D-Generation X's and Rated-RKO's matches slowly dawned. The Heartbreak Kid and The Cerebral Assassin were the first to arrive. They sat in their dressing rooms all night until their matches, thinking about strategies they could use. Shawn called in a masseuse to massage his back. The last thing he needed was an aching lower back. While Shawn was getting massaged, there was a knock on the door. Hunter walked over to it and saw Randy Orton and Edge standing there.
"What the hell do you want?"
"Hey, man, we just wanted to wish you two good luck." Randy told him.
"Right…right." Trips nodded and crossed his arms. "Now that you're done bullshitting, what do you really want?"
"Fine…fine. We wanted to know which one of the matches was going to go first." The Game just cocked an eyebrow and looked over to Shawn.
"One moment please." He slammed the door in their faces and walked over to HBK.
"Who wants to go first?"
"It doesn't matter to me." He answered and sat up.
"Yeah it does. I know it does. You pick."
"Why do I have to pick?!"
"Because you're older!" Hunter told him.
"That…is no reason!" Shawn stood up and crossed his arms. "You pick."
"No. You pick. I really do not care."
"Fine!" HBK turned around and looked at the masseuse. "Hey, buddy, I have a question. Who should go first?"
"Uh…" The man looked at Shawn, then at Hunter. He shrugged and pointed at HBK. "You."
"Okay. Thanks." Triple H gave a quick smile and went back to the door. "The masseuse said that Shawn should go first. Have fun with that." Trips went to shut the door, but Randy caught it.
"The…masseuse?"
"Yeah, the masseuse. Deal with it." He flicked Randy's hand off the door and shut it. "Idiots." He muttered and sat down on the bench. Shawn walked over to a different one and started to tape up his wrist and hand. Hunter and Shawn were silent until HBK's match was coming up. Shawn looked up at the clock and hopped up.
"Well…off I go."
"I'll come with ya." Shawn smiled at him and they left the room. DX arrived at the entrance to ramp and their music started to play and waited at the top of the ramp. Hunter was about to stand next to Shawn when a security guard stopped him.
"Excuse me, sir; you're not aloud out there."
"What the- why not?!"
"Jonathon Coachman told me to keep you from going out there until your match."
"Edge isn't even out there!" Trips threw his arms in the air and pointed towards Shawn. "What the hell am I going to do?! Attack Shawn?!"
"I'm sorry, sir." Trips sighed angrily and shrugged.
"Kick some ass, Shawn."
"I'll try." He said and walked out. The crowd started to cheer and Shawn hopped into the ring. He paced around the ring, waiting for Edge. Shawn waited there for a good minute, and still no Edge. He stood there and stared at the ramp, still waiting. He turned around, and there was Edge. "Whoa!" He said and got speared. Edge smirked and hopped up.
"Aren't you a smart one?" Edge said and got out the ring. He went underneath the ring and pulled out a ladder. The Rated-R Superstar threw it over the top rope, almost hitting Shawn with it, and went back underneath the ring. Shawn slowly got up from the spear, and held his back. He shook his head and shrugged slightly. While Edge was coming back from under the ring, Shawn ran and baseball slid into him, knocking the chair Edge was holding, into his face. HBK grinned and hopped up onto the top turnbuckle. He stood up and jumped off it, hoping to land on Edge. Just in time, Edge rolled out of the way and Shawn was left on the ground, holding his stomach. He rolled back and forth a little bit, trying to make to pain go away.
This…is not good…The icon thought to himself. Edge grabbed the chair that hit him in the face and lifted it above his head. Shawn kicked Edge in the stomach to stop him from hitting him with it. He slowly stood up again, and threw the chair into the ring, followed by Edge. I want this to be a some-what civilized match. Edge crawled over to the ropes and helped himself up. Once he was up, The Rated-R Superstar walked over to The Showstoppa and started exchanging punches. Once Shawn got the upper hand, he Irish whipped Edge into the ropes then elbowed him in the face. Edge stumbled back a little, holding his jaw.
"C'mon! You're the one that wanted this match!" Shawn told him and ran over to Edge, about to clothesline him over the top rope. Instead Edge moved out of the way, pulled the rope down a little and let Shawn crash into the stadium floor. Edge followed him out of the ring and picked up one of the announcers monitor and smashed it against Shawn's head. He did that about five times, which caused HBK to start bleeding. Edge smirked and threw Shawn back into the ring. He picked up the ladder and started to hit it on Shawn's back. The Icon screamed out in pain and held his back. Edge flipped him over, and pinned him.
"1…2…" The referee started to count. He was about to say three, but Michaels kicked out. Shawn shoved Edge off and got up slowly, holding his back, stumbling around the ring. He finally picked up the chair he threw in and smacked it against Edge's head. The Rated-R Superstar fell over and held his head. HBK threw the chair of out their way and looked around. He smirked and picked up the ladder, slowly. He hit Edge in the gut a few times, and then put his arm in between the ladder. Edge was in to much pain to do anything to stop Michaels. Shawn lifted up the top side and held it up as far as it could go.
"Sorry…." He paused. "Not." Shawn said and slammed the ladder down on Edge's arm. He lifted it up again and slammed it down once again. Edge moved his arm out of the ladder's way and held it. The referee walked over to Edge and looked at his arm. It wasn't broken…at least not yet. Shawn rolled his eyes and lifted Edge up by his hair. The Rated-R Superstar head-butted Shawn in the face which caused him to stumble back. Edge lashed out with another spear and punched Shawn continuously in the face. He got away from Shawn, held his arm and rolled out of the ring once again. Edge went under the ring once again, and pulled out a two tables. He threw them in the ring and set them up. Shawn was starting to come to his senses and shook his head. He wiped the blood off his head and ran at Edge again. Edge, quickly, picked up the ladder and hit Shawn in the face with it. He dropped the ladder almost instantly and held his arm. HBK just lay on the ground, holding his head.
I can't let him get the advantage…though…I think he has it. Shawn lifted his head off the ring and sat up. He reached for the chair, which was arms reach away from him and stood up once he got it; Shawn walked slowly over to Edge and hit him in the head with the chair. Edge started to bleed, and held his head again. Shawn lifted Edge off the mat and put him on the tables that Edge set up. HBK set up ladder and climbed it while holding his back. C'mon…make it up…c'mon. He told himself. Shawn smiled to himself once he made it up. Edge shook his head violently and got up off the tables.
"You're crazy, Michaels." Edge told him while climbing up the ladder too. They started to exchange blows on top of the ladder. Edge got the upper hand and started to right hand him over and over again. The Rated-R Superstar gave one big punch, which made Shawn loose his balance and fall out of the ring and onto the stadium ground. Edge got on the very top of the ladder and jumped off of it, and hit Shawn with an elbow. HBK rolled on the ground, tears in his eyes from the pain. Edge just laid near him, holding his arm. A pool of blood started to form in the area that the two men were in, which started to make Edge a little sick to his stomach. Edge slowly came back to his senses and dragged Shawn up with him. He threw HBK in the ring and threw his left arm over his chest. The referee started to count.
"1…2…3!" The bell rang and the official raised Edge's arm in the victory.
R&R pleaaase