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This is my first Wrestling story.

Chapter 1

It was a night without fear. A night without revenge. A night without anything to do with work. A night where both Shawn Michaels and Triple H could laugh and tell jokes. Triple H the most. Shawn tagged along for the time being. They were laughing so hard that they didn't notice the purple and red streaks of the fading sun were turning into black shades of night. Shawn saw the skyline and knew it was yet another day passed by. Another week that had come and gone in a flash. They were traveling to so many locations they had to be tired, but they weren't. They were sore, yes, but not tired. Shawn sighed from all the week's work that passed and for the work ahead, ready for anything. He looked over at Triple H, still chuckling a little, but stopped after a few seconds of sighing. Shawn knew he had to be alone since Stephanie was working at the office and couldn't see her husband for at most three-hundred, fifty-one days while Shawn couldn't see his wife and children for three-hundred, sixty-five days. A whole year without love ones.

Triple H noticed Shawn had stopped laughing, waiting for him to start talking, but it seemed forever had passed, and he decided to break the cold silence.

"You okay, Shawn?" He asked.

"Hmm? Oh, sorry. I'm out of it tonight. I just want to know what were doing next."

"Well, were headed for Mississippi next Monday, so we should be there by tomorrow night."

"Oh. Okay."

Triple H kept his eyes on the dark, empty road and switched on the headlights. The road was much brighter that way. He began to try to think of another joke to play on one of their non-favorite superstars, but all Triple H could think about was Shawn's sad attitude lately. He hadn't acted this way last Monday night. But why now? He knew the answer couldn't be answered with silence. He had to know. It was almost as if he could joke about it, but not now. Not to Shawn at least, in front of him or not.

Triple H peered at his friend while still looking at the road. "Shawn?"

Shawn looked away from the car window, but his eyes still remained in place, not leaving the now black and clouded sky. He didn't make a sound or word, but he knew that Triple H could read his body language perfectly.

"I'm a little worried. Are you okay?" Triple H asked, his eyes still on the dark road. The lines in the center made no effort to help the cold feeling.

"I'm fine...well...not really..." Shawn said, his voice trialing from his glares at the window.

"What's wrong, buddy?" Triple H was now concerned. Shawn's voice was so...different.

"I want to see my family sometimes. My wife...my kides...my..."

"Your parents?"

"My..."

Shawn was peering out the window a little closer than usual. His nose was almost touching the glass completely, as if he wanted to suffocate himself, and he looked to be peering into the distance. Triple H was about to say something when Shawn spoke up.

"Look out there!"

Triple H looked. Nothing. He would have seen something if it was close, but he couldn't see anything but the road and the darkness in the shadows of it, ready to be shown onto light.

"Dont you see that?!" Shawn yelled, pulling himself away from the glass.

"See what?!" Triple H yelled, confusion also shown within his voice.

"Those people! They're...they're...I can't tell...they're...slow down a little."

"Wha-Why?!"

Triple H was fed up. He hadn't gotten any sleep and all he wanted was to get to a hotel and get some sleep, how little it would be, in order to get to the next town. He also wanted to concentrate on the road and why Shawn was so sad, but it seemed impossible at this point to even say anything or do anything without Shawn getting distracted.

"Slow down, Hunter! I think there's something out there!"

"Oh, there's something out there all right-Trees!"

Triple H chuckled to himself, not realizing the look he was getting from Shawn. He couldn't help they were driving in the middle of nowhere with trees all around the car on both sides, and a map in the dashboard of the car to guide the way. Triple H looked at Shawn, who peered back over to the glass again.

"Slow down! I think I see people!"

"I hope they're not fans. I can't take anymore pictures and autographs."

"No...It looks like some sort of...gang!"

"There's no gangs out here, Shawn! That's impossible! Were in the middle of nowhere!"

Shawn watched as the trees passed him, his eyes darting into the distance of the dark road to see what he thought he was seeing. When they turned a corner after going down the long straight road, Shawn saw, from the headlights of the car and its bright light, exactly what he predicted: People in the distance.

"Oh, man..." Triple H groaned, finally seeing the people Shawn predicted. "Those better not be fans. Let alone hitchhikers. There's not enough room in this car."

They weren't ordinary people, from what Shawn could tell. They looked rough-looking, tattered, clothes dark and hanging low like they didn't know what belts were. Chains wrapped or dangling from they're pockets. Their hair, how many there were of them, at least five or six, had spikes or straight uncombed hair.

"Oh, my God..." Shawn groaned.

"I know, buddy. Thugs. You got that pistol?"

"In the compartment right here," Shawn said, motioning his hand to the closed container in front of him. He looked at his friend. "Why?"

"If they come for us, we'll need all the help we can get." Triple H gulped and slowed down a little.

"Let's see what they're up to." Shawn whispered.

Triple H tried not to act afraid, but his hands were shaking on the steering wheel. He didn't want Shawn to know his weakness. When it came to real-life situations outside the ring, he'd get nervous and then scared. Why did he and Shawn take this route to begin with? They could have easily followed Randy Orton and Big Show. No. They had to take their own way.

Shawn looked, trying to hide his scared feelings from his friend, who looked just as nervous as he did. It wasn't their place to see what strangers, especially what these thugs, were up to, but they couldn't take seeing troublemakers nowadays, trying to show off to the world that they're something but they're really nothing. Shawn and Hunter grew up with respect, and that's what they have. Not the punks that are a few inches in front of them, kicking and punching at something that looked to be a garbage can.

"They're probably not armed." Triple H whispered, trying to stay cool.

Shawn could see one of the thugs had an earring that came to his neck, and soon saw what this thug, this loser, was kicking: something that looked to be moving.

"Hunter...I think that's a human!"

"Of course it is a human...stop yelling and act cool." Triple H whispered, speeding up the car some.

"You're scared. It's okay. I'm scared, too, buddy."

The car was about to pull onto another road that was almost blocked by the thugs if they wouldn't stop getting in the way, but, in what seemed like a split-second, the car collided with one of the thugs and sent him flying across the road, even when the car was only going fifty miles an hour. The car, as Triple H could tell, was dented in the front as it screeched to a halt.

Shawn gripped his hands on the car's door panels while Triple H just kept his hands on the steering wheel, both of them not making out what just happened, but, then again, they knew the thug a few feet away from the car was injured. Bad. Gut instincts could tell that.

"Big mistake, you idiots!" Someone yelled in the distance.

"Oh, yeah! We'll see about that!" Triple H yelled, then unbuckled his seatbelt, knowing the thugs were coming for them. No turning back.

"Hunter! No!" Shawn yelled as he undid his, ready to meet his maker if he was to parish by troublemakers on this night.

Triple H got out of the car and slammed the door. He walked onto the road, the darkness surrounding him, but the car's lights were still on, creating light. He could see two of the six thugs walking towards him fast, then, without thinking, threw a punch towards the first thug, watching him fly into the dust in a flash, the punch was that hard, then blocked the second thug's punch and punched him in the gut, the thug yelling in agony at the real punches that seemed to be real on television.

Shawn got out of the car in a flash, not even thinking himself, and saw another thug hiding in the corner of the trees getting ready to finish Triple H with a knife in hand. Shawn saw the thug run, and he ran, with all of his workout training and football lessons from back in the day coming back to him, and, within a clear second, he tackled the thug. The thug was on his back, and Shawn was on top of him, hitting him clear across the face, hoping to knock some sense into this wannabe. He kept hitting and pounding on the guy he forgot about the knife, but more so, Hunter. Hunter was groaning in the distance, and it was from the sixth thug coming in and attacking him behind the knee with a steel bar.

Shawn immediately got up and tried to make it to his best friend, trying so hard to run fast again, but was knocked down by the thug he was pounding, grunting, the air let out of him so hard when he hit the ground, and the thug crawled on top of Shawn and had the knife in position to stab his prey.

"You gonna die, old man!" The thug snapped, his voice breaking and heavy.

Triple H was weak from the steel bar hitting his legs he thought he had gotten shot, but wasn't, and grabbed the bar from the thug, who had circled around towards his face and was about to hit him. Triple H knocked back into the steel bar, causing the thug's breath to let out of him and fell to the ground holding his gut. Triple H saw the other two thugs laid out unconscious at his hands and quickly heard grunts a few feet from him. He looked up...and he was enraged to see that thug hold a knife above Shawn as Shawn protested with his own hands on the knife, trying not to let it come down. He thought he heard groans and grunts from another source, but it was more likely the thugs than anything.

But he didn't remember hearing groans like that when he hit the thugs. They were loud, heavy. Not soft and low.

Clearing his head, Triple H immediately rushed over, forgetting about his sore legs, and his sore gut from all the force of the thugs' bodies, and, remembering the steel bar in his hand, he grasped it tight and, with a sound that filled the air like a bullet, he hit the thug's head with the bar, knocking him onto the ground, blood gushing out immediately. Shawn gave a sigh of relief and was panting from all that had just happened. Triple H used the steel bar as a crutch to pick Shawn up, supporting his own weight.

Shawn managed to catch his breath, and, slowly, he lowered his head onto Triple H's shoulder, just like he would after a match on television, only this time they didn't have to pose for the camera. All they had to do was collect themselves. Shawn moved strings of his hair away from his eyes, realizing his hairband had let some of his hair fall. He didn't care about his appearance now. Neither did Hunter.

"Let's get out of here." Triple H said, panting, taking in all that had just happened. He knew for sure there would be no sleep tonight.

"I'm sorry. I got us into this." Shawn said, his head now off of Triple H's shoulder and in the air, looking around at the six thugs, two in the corner, one to the side of them, and one on the road in front of them, not moving while the other thugs were still visibly breathing.

Shawn saw another thug on the side of the forest around them, and, staggering, he walked over to it. He didn't remember this one. He could have sworn there was six. This had to have been the sixth.

Triple H was now confused at his friend. "Shawn, lets just go. Forget about this. We'll call the police and get this over with."

Shawn wanted to ignore his friend, especially when he heard the soft groans and moans that came from this sixth thug. It was nothing like he had never heard, but yet he had heard grunts like this somewhere. He remembered these grunts, like they were his wife's.

"Shawn! Shawn!"

"Hunter, come here!"

Triple H winced as he walked over to his best friend, looking back to see if the troublemakers hadn't escaped. They were all too weak, anyway. He saw what Shawn was looking at, and got a closer look.

"Its...a...human," Triple H said, shocked, then satisfied. "Another thug just getting beat in is all. Let's just go."

Triple H walked over to the car and immediately, out of anger, kicked the thug's knife out of the way and into the forest where it would possibly be hidden until cops found it. He felt guilty a few seconds, but couldn't let it bother him. He shut the passenger door that Shawn flew open and quickly raced over to the driver's side, the door flown open as well, the headlights still shining to provide light. He heard the blinking noises of the "no-seatbelt-on" warning and he quickly realized the car was still on, the keys still in the ignition. If he and Shawn were to be beaten to a bloody pulp, the car could have been stolen.

He sighed in relief. "Thank God for gyms. Come on, Shawn, let's go."

Shawn was still standing in his same stance, looking, shocked that the figure below him was moaning and groaning at every second of what seemed like forever. He decided to get a better look and, letting his body fall into a crouching position, he turned over the figure. He gasped.

"Shawn, let's go! Let's just call the cops and let's get out of here! What's Vince going to think when we are late for the next show?!"

"Hunter! Get over here and see this!"

Triple H was now confused. He didn't want to walk any further, his legs were hurting him so bad, but decided to do so anyway. He knew Shawn was feeling bad, but horrible at what he was seeing.

"Shawn, for the last time it's just another thu-"

Triple H stopped talking when he saw the broken, battered, bloody figure that was a teenage girl.

"Oh, my God..." Triple H said, his mouth wide open in shock.

Shawn, still crouched on the ground, looked up at his best friend. "I think she's not one of them."

Triple H was too shocked to reconsider Shawn's words. "I guess you're right. Man, she's pretty beat up."

The scarring on the girl was horrific. Something out of a horror movie. The scars were deep looking, on her face and arms and hands, and, for some reason, her back. Her clothes were now nothing but rags, torn and dirt-covered from all of the rolling and fighting that she must have been doing to protect herself. Or at least what the two friends thought. Shawn turned her over some more, and saw her face. His blue eyes widened when he saw the blood pulsing out of her nose and some blood running down her mouth. She had blood on the sides of her face as well, including all the dirt that was entwined on her forehead and cheeks. She had a ring on her finger, but some blood had gotten onto it that it was hard to tell what the ring was for. Wedding? Date? Ordinary ring? It was just too hard to tell. Her shoes were still on her feet, as her clothes were still on her body. Her hair was a mess, yet the curls in her hair already seemed to be a mess as it was.

Shawn couldn't take it anymore. This girl was moaning, groaning, and shaking as soon as he saw her face. She seemed lifeless, but yet she was breathing. Her stomach was moving, but she didn't seem to move an inch. She was shaking, but it stopped after a few brief seconds. Triple H looked at Shawn as Shawn stood up straight and looked back at him, tears in his eyes.

"She needs help, Hunter..." Shawn said, tears streaming down his face.

Triple H couldn't help but start to feel tears himself. "What lifeless people would do this?"

Before anyone could answer, the girl groaned aloud, and, to Shawn and Triple H's surprise, she opened her eyes lightly, just barely getting them open fully. She moaned and looked at the two in front of her, but, then, she closed them with a groan.

Shawn had seen enough. He walked over to the almost lifeless girl and, gently, with his aching muscles and tired body, picked up the girl, her body weight lighter than expected. Triple H helped Shawn by taking her from him when he reached the peak of the road, which was a slope at an angle, and gently held her, feeling her presence as Shawn opened the back door of the car and Triple H gently placed her in the backseat, her feet facing them while her head was facing the window. Shawn shut the door with a short thud, being careful not to hit her, she had had too much of that, and quickly walked over to the passenger's side, but didn't get in. He opened the container and fumbled around, feeling loose papers and the pistol that they forgot to get minutes ago, until he saw a small first-aid kit in the corner.

Triple H made no plea, only getting into the driver's seat, his legs sore and aching, already seeing the gas tank on half-full, and quickly shot a confused glance at Shawn when he shut the passenger side door and opened the door where the girl's head was at. Shawn gently let the girl sit upright and he twisted her body easily to where she was sitting in the middle of the backseat like she was alive and well. Her head almost managed to slump downward, but Shawn caught her head and tilted it back towards the back of the seat, her neck almost completely visible. Shawn climbed into the backseat and shut the door, followed by the driver's door.

Triple H put his foot on the gas and eased out of the spot they were in for at least fifteen minutes. He saw the thug in the road, and knew they'd have to call the police. They should have at least called the police about the girl. But, no, it seemed they were too wound up in their sorrows they forgot all about the police. As much as Triple H wanted to run over the thug wannabe, he decided it was best that he was in full contact for his funeral. After all, the guy wasn't moving. He dodged the thug, and continued down the road that told them they were to find a hotel on the way soon.

There were no more trees, just open spaces and lights in the shadows before them. City lights. In the far distance. They could call the police there. Triple H kept looking in the mirror above him to see how the girl was doing. She was the same: almost lifeless, grunting, moaning. She was torn and beaten. Triple H felt angry, but didn't need to show it. Shawn was still crying a little back there with her. His tears were streaking his face faster than the road passing them.

Shawn put a bandage on the girl's bloodied cheek and knew he'd have to find someone at the hotel to take her to the doctor. There was no way she could survive like this. Not without the right care.

Shawn saw her eyes suddenly partly open, and he gasped when he saw those blue eyes of hers look into the blue eyes that was his. He gently brushed the side of her face, getting some dirt off of her, seeing she was white. It was hard to tell with all the dirt on her. She started to part her lips, but Shawn stopped her.

"Please, angel, save your strength. Please. You need to rest. Save your strength." He begged.

Shawn put medicine he found in the first aid kit on his finger and quickly rubbed it on one of the girl's wounds on her face. It was pretty bad. She winced. A hint of life.

Triple H saw this. "How's she doing, Shawn?"

"I think she can hear me," Shawn said, then touched the girl's forearm gently. "Sweetheart, can you hear me?"

The girl partly opened her eyes again. She suddenly let out a loud moan.

"That's a yes for me." Shawn said, moving his hand to her hand, rubbing her wrist lightly. She was covered in dirt, but Shawn didn't care. He wanted to see a child, a teenager like her, still alive. He didn't like death, no matter how much there was in the world. It happens everyday.

"Sweetheart...you just rest, okay? You don't worry. We'll take care of you. Okay, pretty angel?"

Triple H smiled. "That's right. We'll help you."

With that, the girl started to smile, but it quickly faded as she was surrounded in darkness.