Characters in this chapter: Shawn Michaels, Christian
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On The Roof
Shawn Michaels was on the roof of the WWE building in Stamford, CT. Shawn was leaning over the edge, looking down at the beautiful city below. People walking, talking, hugging, kissing. People in cars driving to where they want to go or need to be. Tall buildings, houses, everything was perfect. Everything was how it was supposed to be, everything except Shawn. Shawn had no clue what he did back in Texas as his blackout had ended a couple of minutes after he arrived in Connecticut. He always found it relaxing to be on roofs, looking around. The last thing he actually remembered was Rebecca threatening to leave him and calling him Michael, and thats exactly what he thought about. HBK usually looked happier when he was looking down at the city, or looking up at the sky while on the roof, but after that he didn't have a smile on his face. He didn't look angry..he didn't look too sad. His face was basically blank.
"My wife is going to leave me and take the kids with her...all because I'm trying to set them straight? I can't let her leave...Becca and those kids are my life! Man, how am I going to fix this? Well, maybe I should talk to her. No way, she probably hates me! That gives me even more of a reason to be a real man and talk to her...but if she wanted to talk to me, she would have done it already, and if she hates me I don't want to make her even more upset. I hit her and the kids, why would I mind hurting her again?" Shawn sighed and paced the roof, the wind blowing in his face, blowing his hair in his face too. "Hopefully the kids will forgive me for hurting them and their mother...and treating them like garbage. Maybe I have changed...well, if I changed it was for the better, Shawn Michaels doesn't change for the worse. So this is what I'm going to do... First I'm going to go home, apologize to Rebecca, Cameron and Cheyenne, hope they forgive me, and I guess thats it..."
"I might as well go now." Shawn turned on his heel and started towards the door to go down the stairs, but Christian came from behind him and threw him to the ground, preventing him from getting off the roof. Christian grabbed him by his hair and lifted to him feet. "You choked Rebecca?!" Shawn looked confused, but looked more dazed when Christian rammed Shawn's face right into his knee. Shawn stumbled back holding his face. "You abusing son of a bitch!" Christian grabbed his hair again, bringing him to the edge of the roof, forcing him to look below. Shawn grabbed the edge, trying to be prevented to fall. Christian shoved him over the roof, thinking that he fell. Shawn was holding onto the edge still, looking straight ahead, seeing another building. Shawn looked down. Christian started to walk away to go downstairs until he heard someone walk. Turns out, Shawn shifted his weight, bringing him up and right back over like he would do in battle royals or Royal Rumbles.
Having wrestling on your mind comes in handy sometimes. Shawn took a moment to catch what just happened. Christian looked at him. "The hell?". "What the hell was that for, Christian?! I didn't do anything to Rebecca or the kids!" Shawn still looked confused. Christian spat in Shawn's direction. "You no-good liar. You choked her until she became unconscious. I saw the marks on her neck, I saw her laying on the floor knocked out. All YOUR fault, Shawn!" Shawn shook his head. "I have no clue what the hell your talking about, Christian. And how the hell did you get into my house?!" Christian smirked. "You left the door open when you stormed out of it, Shawn. What are you, a saint, Shawn?" Shawn rolled his eyes, shoved Christian out of his way, and went downstairs.