Like Old Times
Raw 9/20/04
San Antonio, Texas
Shawn and Triple H sat in their D-X locker room for the very first time in Texas. They were practicing for their game of strip poker later on that night. Instead of striping once they lost, they were playing for Twizzlers. Shawn was just about to show Triple H his cards when Vince McMahon busted into the locker room and scared the crap out of D-X, which caused Shawn and Triple H to drop their cards on the floor. Vince watched in astonishment as they scrambled to pick them up.
"Oh, hey Vince." Triple H stated as he picked up his cards, which went more towards the doorway, where Vince was standing. "Well, thanks for knocking, Vin Man." Shawn told Vince and started picking up his cards. Some went into his gym bag and the rest went on the floor. "Hey guys. I'm sorry to disturb you. Triple H, I wanted to know if I could speak to you outside for a minute..." Vince asked.
"Wait, hold on. Shawn, no cheating." Triple H told Shawn, who smiled evilly. "Would I ever?" He asked and then giggled. Triple H didn't quite trust Shawn, so he grabbed his cards and put them in his pocket. He turned towards Vince and left the room, shutting the door tightly behind him.
"What's up?" Triple H asked. Vince looked at him in a certain way. "How bad is it? You should know what I mean..." Vince whispered now, fearing that Shawn would be listening in on the conversation.
"Um.... Is this about Shawn? Why are you whispering?" Triple H asked his father-in-law. "Yes, it is about him. I'm whispering so Shawn can't hear us. How bad is the amnesia?" Vince asked, still whispering.
"The doctor says that the amnesia will take a few months to go away, only if he doesn't get hit in the head too much. Main symptoms are acting like a child and memory loss." Triple H started to whisper, now understanding that Shawn could be listening in. "A few months? Acting like a child? Jeze, is Shawn that far into it? I called the hospital and they wouldn't tell me anything and I'm the owner of the company!" Vince shouted the words 'owner of the company' and whispered the others.
Just then, Shane McMahon came along on crutches. "Heh, Dad, you must mean the C.E.O, not the owner... Heh... Mom is practically the owner... I mean... You did buy it with borrowed money, right?" He asked. Vince looked at Shane. "How do you know you little booger..." Vince stated. Linda came up from behind Vince and put her hand on Shane's shoulder. "I told him. The boy deserves to learn the truth sooner or later." She told Vince.
"Shane, if you don't mind me asking... Bro... What the hell happened to you?" Triple H asked. Shane chuckled at him. "Well... Finally, somebody cares enough about me to ask... I got hit by a car in Seattle on Wednesday night. Drunk driver, of course. Crashed right into my knees, so they're all f'ed up now. Heh... I'm a little too drugged up now... Heh... They had me on a drug to numb my legs... Now I sound like somebody that's high on crack... Let me go call my wife and see how my son is..." Shane told them and made an effort to leave, but Linda stopped him.
"Uh, sweetie... Marissa and Declan are both here... Let's go pay them a visit... I think you need a nap..." Linda told him and they both went down the hall. Shane was constantly saying 'heh heh' all the way down the hall after Linda asked him something. Vince and Triple H both jerked out of their stupid daydreams.
"Yes, it's that bad. You know what I mean by acting like a child, right," Triple H asked, making Vince nod his head. "Good. You can't let people hit Shawn in the head too much. Please warn the Superstars ahead of time. Oh! Shawn doesn't know about the amnesia, so don't tell him." Triple H whispered. "Of course, Paul." Vince stated.
Shawn opened the door. "Hey, Trips. Get in here; this is something that you'll find very interesting." He stated. Vince and Triple H both entered the locker room and saw that Shawn had tuned in to Raw. Christian, Trish Stratus and Tyson Tomko were standing in the ring. Triple H slightly chuckled at Christian's stupidity.
"Is this the welcome back that I get? D-Generation X is back? What the hell is going on here? You know what... I want D-X right here, right now!" Christian shouted. Tyson grabbed the mic. "Yeah. How about me and Christian against the two of you? Oh, and Shawn Michaels, you only felt a little bit of my power. There's much more where that came from. Triple H and I have a score to settle." Tyson stated.
Eric Bischoff came out. "Now, let's face facts, Christian. D-Generation X would never face two 'chump-stanes' like you! They have a filled up schedule tonight... So why don't you two wait until... Survivor Series? Then you two could settle the score. So, at Survivor Series, it'll be D-Generation X versus Christian and Tyson Tomko! Now, get the hell out of my ring! All three of you!" Eric shouted, and then went backstage.
"I thought he was on our side..." Triple H slowly stated. "That damn Christian... Always causing problems..." Vince stated and left the locker room. "Wow that was quite odd." Shawn told Triple H.
They sat down and continued playing poker. "When are we gonna play strip poker?" Shawn asked. "After Vince's announcement." Triple H stated without hesitation. Shawn stared at his cards for a while, thinking over his turn.
Then he grabbed the bag of Twizzlers. "Hey! You didn't win!" Triple H yelled. Shawn chuckled. "Are you sure?" He asked and showed Triple H a full house. Triple H laughed a bit and put his cards down. Shawn offered to share his newly won Twizzlers, and Triple H agreed.
A few minutes later Shawn and Triple H saw Vince go down to the ring and take a mic, so they got up and left their locker room. Shawn took the deck of cards and shoved them in his pocket. Vince overlooked the crowd that was gathered in San Antonio, Texas.
"Well, isn't it a great day here in Texas? Wouldn't you Texans agree with me? Well, one of your fellow citizens is here tonight; he and his friend are going to do something very special for the crowd. I'm talking about Shawn Michaels and Triple H!" Vince shouted, and he paused as the crowd applauded D-X.
Shawn and Triple H came out and made their way to the ring. Vince stared at them in a strange way, especially when they got in the ring. "Hello Vin Man," Shawn paused and listened to the crowd. "Why don't you just shut that big mouth of yours and get on with your announcement? Nobody wants to hear you act like you love that state of Texas. That's right. The great Vincent Kennedy McMahon hates everyone here in Texas, including me." Shawn shouted.
"Uh, Shawn I don't know who told you that but... It's not true!!!" Vince shouted. "Well, Chin... I mean Vin," Shawn started laughing. "Yeah, I'll call you Chin Man from now on. Oh man... Sarge isn't here anymore? Nuts. You can't beat the original Chin Man. As I was saying... Stop lying to the crowd, Chiny!" Shawn screamed.
Triple H took a mic. "Stop making fun of him, Shawn. Let me join. Hey, Vince, nice looking toupee... Where'd you get it? A skunk?" Triple H asked as fans laughed.
"Shut up! Both of you! I have an important announcement to make. Thanks for reminding me, Shawn. Next week on Raw, a certain Superstar will be returning to join D-Generation X." Vince stated and left the ring.
Shawn and Triple H looked at one another. "Well, let's start the game, shall we?" Triple H asked. "I got the cards!" Shawn shouted happily. D-X got out of the ring and set up a card table and two chairs. They sat down ringside and started their strip poker game while a match went underway in the ring. The match was Chris Benoit and William Regal against Ric Flair and Batista.
Shawn and triple H went back and forth showing each other cards and taking off an item of their clothing. Fans didn't know if they should watch the match or watch the strip poker game. Chris Benoit saw the poker game going on and became confused. He tagged in William Regal. When Regal was in, Benoit turned around and watched the game. Ironically enough, the tag team match and the poker game had their winners declared at the same time. Shawn finally defeated Triple H in a poker game, whereas Chris Benoit and William Regal defeated Ric Flair and Dave Batista.
Since the show was over, the arena started to empty and the Superstars headed backstage together. Benoit gave Shawn the biggest hug anyone could ever imagine. "How are you doing young Master Michaels? How about you Master Triple Haitch?" Regal asked, his accent kicking in when he said the 'H' in Triple H's name. "Just fine." Shawn stated, gasping for air while Benoit was still hugging him. "I'm a hell of a lot better than I was before. Thanks for asking, William. How you doing? How are your sons?" Triple H asked.
"They're fine, thank you for asking. Little Darren graduated junior high in June. Now he's in high school... My boys... They're growing up so fast..." Regal sarcastically stated. Batista let out a fake drama queen sigh. "What a sin..." He stated as Ric, Triple H, Regal, Benoit and Shawn started to laugh a bit. "Here's our locker room. See you guys tomorrow." Triple H stated as he and Shawn went into the D-X locker room.
Triple H and Shawn both took showers and packed up their gym bags. They were about to leave when Triple H saw Shawn looking in his wallet. He was looking at one particular thing. "Hey, Trips... Who's this?" Shawn asked as he showed Triple H a picture of his son Cameron. "Oh, Shawn... That's the picture of your son Cameron. Speaking of which, you need to call your wife. Now." Triple H angrily stated.
"I was thinking of dropping by before the house show in Dallas tomorrow. Instead of staying in some cheap hotel we could sleep at my house." Shawn reasoned. Triple H agreed. "Ok. I can't stand those cheap ass hotels, anyway. So, you gonna call or is it a surprise?" Triple H asked. Shawn held up 2 fingers, as in saying surprise with the gesture.
Shawn Michaels House
San Antonio, Texas
Shawn and Triple H got out of the car and knocked on the door. Rebecca, Shawn's wife, answered it. "SHAWN!" She shouted and practically jumped on him. "Hey Becky. It's nice seeing you, too." Shawn told her and slowly made his way into the house with Triple H closely behind. Rebecca got off of Shawn and closed the door.
"I'm so surprised to see you! It's been a while since you came over, Paul. Your 'nephew' misses you so much," Rebecca stated, hugging Triple H. "You guys hungry or thirsty?" She asked. "Nope." Shawn stated and went upstairs to search for his 4 year old son. "I have to tell you something." Triple H seriously stated once Shawn was up the stairs.
Rebecca got Triple H and herself a glass of water. "It's been a while since Shawn called me. I was starting to get worried. There isn't anything wrong with him, is there? I mean..." Rebecca stopped talking once she saw the look on Triple H's face. "Shawn was wrestling with Kane. Er... Glenn Jacobs... Glenn accidentally hit Shawn too hard during one of the major spots of the match, and he gave Shawn a serious concussion. Now Shawn has amnesia." Triple H slowly explained. He told himself that he was talking to Shawn's wife and not one of the wrestlers.
"Are you sure, Paul?" She asked. "I'm sure. I took him to the doctor on Wednesday and the doc said that he should pull out of it in about 3 or 4 months. You should've seen what happened before we came here... Shawn was looking at a picture of Cameron... He didn't even know who he was. He had to ask me." Triple H told Rebecca.
Upstairs, Cameron lay in his bed staring at the ceiling. It was about 9:30, but he couldn't fall asleep. He wondered where his daddy was and what he was up to. Then he heard the door slowly open, so he reached under his blankets and quietly pulled out his toy sword. "Cameron?" Shawn asked, but his voice was raspier than usual, so it scared his son. Cameron leapt off of the bed and whacked Shawn in the head with the sword. "TAKE THAT EVIL PERSON!" He shouted.
Rebecca and Triple H were discussing a movie they both saw. "Wasn't that part hilarious? I mean... Kevin Nash actually started to beat up that poor kid Thomas Jane... I feel so bad for him. Kevin threw him right through a wall." Triple H stated and started laughing. They were discussing the movie The Punisher, which starred Thomas Jane and John Travolta. Rebecca stopped laughing when she heard noises coming from upstairs. "Let's go see what's going on." She stated. The two ran up the stairs.
"Ow! Cameron Kade Hickenbottom! It's your daddy!" Shawn shouted. Cameron was now standing right in front of Shawn. He dropped his toy sword. "Oops... I'm in trouble... Sorry Daddy... Wait a minute... DADDY!" Cameron shouted and attached himself to Shawn's left leg. Shawn chuckled a bit and lifted Cameron up and hugged him tightly.
All of a sudden, Triple H and Rebecca ran in the room like baboons. "Where is the emergency in this room?!" Triple H shouted. "Uncle Paul!" Cameron happily shouted. "Sorry, Shawn. I didn't warn you about Cameron's new defense. Hitting anything that enters his room late at night with his toy sword. See," Rebecca held it up. "Your father bought it for him… Homer fell victim to it 3 nights ago." Rebecca explained. "Hey, champ. What's up? You hit your daddy in the head with the sword, didn't you?" Triple H asked Cameron as Shawn handed him to Triple H.
The four of them went downstairs. Cameron sat in front of the TV and tuned in to his favorite cartoon, Looney Tunes. Triple H, Rebecca and Shawn went into the kitchen to continue talking. "Hey Becky, could you get me a diet Pepsi?" Shawn asked. Rebecca got the soda and brought it to Shawn. She looked at his forehead and saw a sloppy scar running diagonally.
"Daddy, come watch this episode of Looney Tunes with me! It's really funny! Please? Please?" Cameron begged. Feeling bad for Cameron, Shawn got up and went into the living room. "Where's that scar from?" Rebecca whispered. "His match with Kane. He was busted open a bit during it." Triple H replied, also whispering. Cameron started giggling then bursted into laughter. Triple H looked into the living room curiously and saw Shawn tickling him.
"Ok, Cameron. Ask Daddy to put you to bed," Rebecca stated. "Daddy, can you put me to bed?" Cameron asked between laughing. "Ok. Come on, Cameron." Shawn asked, scooped up Cameron and brought him upstairs. He put Cameron to bed then went back downstairs.
"I'm gonna go to bed. Night, Shawn. Goodnight Rebecca." Triple H stated. He hugged Rebecca goodnight and squeezed Shawn's guts out with a bear hug. Triple H went up to his usual guest room smiling. He was very happy that he listened to Shawn and went to his house instead of staying in a cheap ass hotel.
Rebecca and Shawn re-located to the living room. "So, did you buy anything?" Shawn asked. "No. Why?" Rebecca asked, acting innocent. Shawn knew her too well to take that as an answer.
"Yeah right. If you didn't buy anything then I'm Peter Pan," Shawn sarcastically stated. "Ok. I bought Cameron a game for his Playstation 2 if you must know," Rebecca answered. "Which?" Shawn asked. "I bought him that baseball game he wanted for his birthday. I'm not going to go out and buy him a game that he can't beat… He's too young for most games, anyway…" Rebecca replied.
Rebecca got up and locked the front door and closed the windows. She and Shawn headed upstairs. On their way, they passed Triple H's room. He was sleeping with his butt up in the air. "He's sleeping like a baby." Shawn stated and closed the door to keep the cold air from the air conditioner in the room. Next they passed Cameron's room. He seemed to be asleep, so Rebecca and Shawn went to their room. Once they lay down, the door opened. "Mommy... I had a bad dream..." Cameron stated in an adorable baby-like voice that he knew his parents couldn't deny. "Hop in, Cameron." Rebecca stated. Cameron ran and dove head first onto the bed and fell asleep in between his parents.
A/N: Hola people. Just wanted to let you guys know that I have a new C2 thingy going on called 'WWE Degenerates.' It's for any WWE or D-Generation X fan. Anybody who wants to join, please contact me so I could add you as a staff member. Just figured I'd let you know in here, since this story is about my favorite degenerates.
About Christian/HBK feud, I had no clue it happened until the day after Raw. I had this chapter written last month and had no clue that a feud would erupt between the two. So, this was just a lucky guess... I just thought everyone would enjoy an at home look with HBK. Shawn's wife didn't have the baby yet in this story. Sorry if I made Shane McMahon sound like he was drunk or high on crack. I thought it would be humorous for him to act like that after getting hit by a car. Heh heh... Well, enjoy. Oh, I got it... Read, review and tell me what you want to see in later chapters! –Dylan
Edit: Wow… That's all I really have to say… Wow…