Like Old Times

Raw

Live: Ft. Lauderdale, Florida
10/11/04

Shawn was wandering around the arena trying to figure out what the hell he could do. He figured there was nothing he really could do, being Paul wasn't around. He thought about how Vince McMahon was pushing him to stay with Evolution that night. Aw, fuck Vince . . . He can't control me . . . I don't have to hang out with anyone I don't want too. Shawn thought to himself. He really didn't want to hang out with Evolution, but it wasn't like he had a choice. They were calling his cell phone every 10 minutes and leaving messages to go to their locker room immediately. However, Shawn wanted to be alone. He decided the only place to go where he wouldn't be bothered by anyone was the D-X locker room. He could lock himself in and think. But better yet, he would be alone.

As Shawn turned the corner to go to the D-X locker room, he ran smack into Eric Bischoff, causing him to fall on his ass. Instead of helping him up, Shawn doubled over and laughed at him. Eric looked up at Shawn from the floor and got up to face him. "Nice one, Michaels. Was that for messing with your wife?" He asked. Shawn stopped laughing and tilted his head at Eric. "What the hell are you talking about? You messed with my wife?"

Eric realized what he had said and immediately tried to prove his innocence. "Oh! No . . . I meant . . . When she worked for me . . . Um . . . I wouldn't let her out of her contract to marry you . . . I thought she was jumping ships to the WWE . . . Anyway . . . Why aren't you with Evolution? Vince made his point pretty damn clear that you shouldn't be left alone tonight . . . If I were you I would scurry along to Evolution's locker room before somebody sees you by yourself. I don't want to get in trouble." Eric stated. Shawn rubbed his chin with his left hand. "Ya know what, Eric? I don't care what Vince McMahon says. I want a match against Christian and Tomko. Make it happen or you'll regret it." Shawn stated and began walking away from him.

Shawn knew Eric was going to change his mind. Eric grabbed on to Shawn's arm and spun him around to face him. "You know what... It's not my fault that you're being stubborn. And since Vince McMahon knows how thick headed you are, he'll understand why I put you in a match when I was told not to. I'm going to give you," Eric paused to look at his watch. There was 5 minutes until the show started, and the main events on Raw usually started about an hour and a half into the show. "I'll give you a total of 80 minutes, which is an hour and 20 minutes, to come up with a partner. Because I'm giving you a match with Christian and Tyson Tomko. All you need is a partner." Eric stated. Shawn agreed with him at first, but he didn't like the whole 'finding a partner' part of the deal. "Hey! I never said I wanted a partner!" Shawn shouted.

"You know what, Michaels? You don't have a choice. You're going to get a partner whether you like it or not. You're not even supposed to be wrestling today! How do you like that? So I'm going against Vince McMahon and the Board of Directors and I'm giving you a match. All you have to do is find a partner to keep me from getting fired." Eric stated. Shawn growled and gritted his teeth. "Agh... FINE! But that doesn't mean I have to tag my partner in, now does it?" Shawn asked, smiling cockily. He turned around and started running down the hallway towards his locker room. Eric watched him go in shock. Never in a million years had he pictured Shawn Michaels, the born again Christian, acting like that. Now he knew the situation was as bad as Paul and Vince said it was, and he slightly regretted telling Shawn to find a tag partner. Oh yeah, he knew how the old Shawn was. The Shawn Michaels from the Attitude Era was as bad as they came, and unfortunately for the WWE, they had to re-live it all over again.

Eric walked back to his office and thought about what he just did. He would get fired for sure now. Vince specifically told him to make sure Shawn stayed with Evolution throughout the whole show. He also said allowing him to wrestle was a big no-no. 'The way Paul and I see it... If Paul can't be there to watch his back, Shawn doesn't wrestle.' Eric heard Vince's voice in his head and cringed. Evolution barged into Eric's office and saw the look on his face. "Uht oh. That look can't mean anything good. What's up?" Randy asked. He and Eric got along when they had to, and at the moment, they were pretty much on the same page. Eric looked up at him. His eyes completely showed that he had done something wrong. "Wow. I never knew how much JR. was right when he said you ran like a 'scolded dog.' Now you just look like one. What's the deal?" Ric asked, his lisp making spit spray onto Eric's face. "Ah... It's just this whole situation with Shawn... I feel so bad..." Eric responded, wiping his face free of Ric Flair slobber. The last thing Eric needed was that old bags germs.

"Well, you should feel better since he isn't going to wrestle tonight. That means nobody can hit him in the noggin." Ric happily stated, tapping his head. His spit still flew in the air. Eric cringed once again, making Randy and Batista look at him with concern. "Oh no! You... You didn't... You aren't that stupid..." Batista stated and watched as Eric lowered his head. "OH NO! You're really stupid!" Randy shouted. Eric glared at him and stood up to face Evolution. "He threatened me... And you guys should know how stubborn Shawn is... Well, he's twice as bad now and twice as thick headed, to make things worse. Have no fear; I'm not as stupid as you may think. I'm making him find a tag partner to take on Christian and Tomko." Eric stated and pointed to the door. Evolution got the hint and left his office.

10 Minutes later...

D-Generation X Locker room

Shawn knew exactly who he wanted to call. He wanted to steer clear of Evolution and not bother with anyone else. Shawn surfed though his cell phones contacts, and just as he was about to call that ever familiar phone number, the door came off its hinges and fell on the ground. Shawn spun around to look at what had just happened and saw Evolution standing in the doorway. Well, Ric and Randy were standing in the doorway staring at Batista, who was lying on the door on the ground holding his shoulder and rubbing his head. "Way to go, Dave! That's really using your head!" Ric shouted, making Randy have to shield his face to avoid getting sprayed with spit. Batista looked up at Shawn, who still stood there dumbfounded. "Um... You ever hear of knocking..?" Shawn asked after regaining himself.

"Yep! But knocking is for normal people! In case you haven't noticed, Shawn... We aren't normal." The third generation superstar shouted from his spot in the locker room. Shawn continued to stare at them in awe. Now they really pissed him off. Batista pushed himself off the floor slowly and stood up. He rubbed his head and looked at Shawn. "Sorry about the door, man... You weren't answering our phone calls. Bischoff told us about your match. We just wanted to make sure you're really up to it and you got somebody tagging with you that's going to watch your back." He told Shawn. Shawn smiled cockily at Batista. "Oh you have no idea, Dave... No idea... Um... What are we gonna do about the door?" Shawn asked and walked over to the three members of Evolution. He looked down at the door, in which Dave was still standing on, and realized it didn't say 'D-X.' The door clearly read 'Shawn Michaels.' That confused Shawn. Did somebody in the business already know what Christian and Tomko were planning to do? Or did they know ahead of time that Shawn would be alone?

"Just leave it there, Michaels. Nobody will say anything! Hey, what's the matter?" Ric asked, for once, not spitting on anyone. Shawn knelt down to look at the door closer. He didn't remember seeing his name on the door. "It... It says my name..," Shawn paused and touched the name plate as if it were gold. Dave and Randy looked at one another, and then back down at Shawn. "Yeah... So?" Randy asked. Shawn looked up at him, then at Dave and back at the door. "It... Said 'D-X' before... I swear it said 'D-X' before!" He shouted. Dave knelt down and patted Shawn's back. "Maybe you were..." Dave looked outside of the locker room and saw the 'D-X' name plate hanging up on the wall with spray paint surrounding it. There was a picture of Paul with a big black 'X' over it and a picture of Shawn which had an arrow pointing to it saying 'you're next' in big black letters. "...Imagining... Things..." Batista finished off his statement and continued staring at the wall.

Shawn looked up at Dave and looked into his eyes. He followed them and turned to face the wall. His jaw nearly fell to the floor in shock. "OH MY GOD!" Shawn yelled and jumped up. He ran to it in shock and grimaced once he saw it. Now Christian and Tomko really pissed him off. Dave, Randy and Ric followed Shawn and watched his facial expressions. It looked like he was going to kill someone and cry at the same time. Ric put his hand on Shawn's shoulder. "Calm down, Michaels. You can take 'em. You're the Heartbreak Kid Shawn Michaels, dammit! If anyone can take them, it's you!" Ric shouted, trying to assure Shawn that he'd be ok. Randy and Dave looked at one another in an odd way, then at Shawn. "And who do you think did this?" Randy asked.

Shawn shot him an evil glare instead of answering him. He obviously knew who had done it, and vaguely remembered the same people attacking him and Paul in the parking lot. Christian and Tomko... Shawn thought to himself and gritted his teeth. Shawn turned to look at Ric Flair and raised an eyebrow at him. 'You're the Heartbreak Kid Shawn Michaels! The man who flew out of the sky!' Shawn looked around and blinked, remembering a time where Ric Flair was yelling at him about a $100,000 bounty on Bill Goldberg. 'Hit him, Shawn! Hit him now!' The lecturing went on and on. "You ok, Shawn?" Dave asked him. Shawn turned to look at him after trying to block out Ric's voice. "Yeah... Yeah I'm fine... Just... Remembered I had to do something... I... I'm fine..," Shawn stated, and attempted to turn around and head back into his locker room. He tripped over only God knew what and fell, catching himself with his hands before his face would've hit the ground. Randy automatically threw himself down next to Shawn to see if he was ok. "He's zoned, dude... He's like... Out..." Randy stated. "Don't... Want... The bounty..." Shawn mumbled.

Dave knelt down next to Shawn and Randy. "What bounty, dude?" He asked. Ric knelt down in front of Shawn and thought. "The $100,000 bounty, Shawn?" He asked Shawn after remembering the event as well. Shawn blinked several times and regained himself. "Ah! What the hell!? Back up, all 3 of you," Shawn paused to jump backwards, causing him to smack into the wall. "Leave me the hell alone!" Shawn shouted off the top of his lungs and ran as fast as he could down the hallway. Randy watched him go and turned to go after him. Dave grabbed him and nodded his head no. "But... What the hell was he saying?" Randy asked.

When both pairs of eyes landed on Ric, he decided to spill the beans and tell them what was going on. "He just had a flashback of me telling him to take the $100,000 bounty on Bill Goldberg last year... I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was remembering every single little detail, then snapped out of it just as quick as he fell into it... This is going to be one tough ride for everyone that has ever cared about Shawn... The scary part is, this is only the beginning..."

Main Event

Shawn Michaels & ??? Vs. Christian & Tyson Tomko

Shawn came out to the D-X music and did the routine on his own. He really missed Paul at that time. He decided since he came out a tad bit earlier he would inform the fans as to where Paul was. Oh boy, I'm gonna get in trouble for this... Shawn thought to himself but immediately discharged it. He didn't care about getting in trouble anymore. All he cared about was having fun. "Hello there boys and girls," Shawn paused and listened to the fans reaction. It was pretty loud, but not as loud as it was when Paul was around. "I guess you guys are wondering where my usual tag partner is, right? For 4 days straight everyone has been asking me where Triple H was and what had happened to him. Well, I'm going to tell you guys right here and right now. It's time for the truth to come out... Ya see... 5 days ago, Trips and I were in Miami enjoying the sun. We went out to eat... And... Got attacked in the parking lot. Hunter has broken some ribs and wasn't medically cleared to wrestle tonight... And as for me... Well... Everyone knows how controlling the great Vin Man is... He doesn't want me to wrestle. He thinks I'm still 20 years old and I can't take care of myself. Well, Vin Man, you're wrong! Both you and Hunter are wrong for not believing in me! I might be stupid, but I know how to think for myself. It's all still in here, Vince," Shawn stepped closer to the camera and pointed at his head. He stepped back and looked at the crowd. "Now... I spoke to Bischoff earlier and he agreed to let me have a match with those no good sons of bitches that caused all of this in the first place on one condition... That being I find a tag partner. So... Allow me to introduce to you... My partner for this evening. He is... The one and only... 'Big Daddy Cool' Kevin Nash!" Shawn yelled.

Kevin came out to a somewhat cheering crowd. They were rather confused as to why Shawn would pick Kevin Nash over everyone else. Nash was deeply involved with TNA the last time the fans checked, and Shawn didn't seem to notice. Kevin got in the ring and gave Shawn a hug. The two did the 'Kliq' version of a high five. They walked around and observed the crowd while waiting for Christian and Tomko to come out. Once they did, they headed down to the ring with cocky smiles on their faces. Kevin had to struggle to hold Shawn back. "Shawn! Shawn, calm down!" Kevin shouted but to no avail. Shawn squirmed out of Kevin's grip and leapt over the top rope as Christian and Tomko were about to enter the ring. He landed right on top of Christian and his boots smacked Tomko in the face.

Mike Chioda ran out of the ring to break up a fight, if one occurred between the two, and check on Shawn. He wasn't supposed to do those things because of his head, but Chioda knew Shawn didn't give a damn about what the doctors told him. All he cared about was beating the shit out of the people who hurt Paul. Chioda assisted Shawn back into the ring and made him sit down. "You ok, Michaels? Where are you?" Chioda asked, obviously checking for a concussion. Shawn sighed as he regained himself and caught his breath. Damn that felt good! He thought to himself. "Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. And before you ask, it's October 11th. I'm fine, Mike. I didn't hit my head." Shawn replied and got up. "You sure you're ok, Shawn? You look a little woozy."

Shawn turned to face Kevin Nash, who was usually quite about things and trusted his friends instincts. This time Kevin thought differently. Sure, he had no idea what the hell was going on or why Shawn told Chioda he didn't 'hit his head.' Why would they care anyway? Shawn usually got banged up in matches and he was always fine in the end. "Yeah, I'm fine. I don't know why you're so concerned. I'm ok. Really." Shawn stated. He waited in the ring for either Christian or Tyson to come in so they could get the match started. Chioda saw how impatient Shawn was and walked over to the top rope. "Hey! Can one of you get in here now?!" He yelled. Christian stirred around and got up. He shook Tyson and helped him up as well.

Tomko jumped into the ring and got ready to fight. Chioda signaled for the bell and made both Nash and Christian stand on the ring apron on their respective side of the ring. Shawn looked as if he had hurt himself and played possum to lure Tyson in. As soon as Tyson got close to Shawn, he received a big boot to the face. Shawn nipped up and started to beat Tomko down. Christian, being the busy-body he is, ran into the ring and pulled Shawn off of Tyson. He delivered a very powerful Suplex that left Shawn writhing on the ground in pain. Chioda chased Christian back to his corner and waited for Tomko to tag him in.

Christian ran into the ring and continued the assault on Shawn's lower back, not knowing that the older man had no idea why it hurt so bad to get hit there. Shawn closed his eyes and let out a hoarse scream of pain as Christian kneed him in the back for the 5th time. Chioda looked on thoughtfully, thinking of whether or not he should stop Christian. He knew it would be a stupid idea on his behalf, but he never saw so much pain in Shawn's eyes since his match with Steve Austin at WrestleMania 14. Chioda knelt down to face Shawn and was about to say something to him, but was shoved away by Christian. "Get out of here!" He shouted at Chioda. Kevin came through the ropes, but was held back by Chioda. "You're gonna let him treat you like that!?" He shouted. Mike forced him to go back on the ring apron. "One more time and he's out of here. His attitude is ticking me off. I should just give Michaels a chair... And turn my back to the match." Chioda stated.

"Oh God!" Shawn's hoarse shout made Chioda flip around. Tomko and Christian were double teaming him. Chioda ran over to try and separate the two on one beat down, but was unsuccessful. Nash ran into the ring to help Shawn as Chioda called for the bell. Nash overpowered Christian and Tomko. He got them away from Shawn so Chioda could see if he was ok. He eventually knocked the both of them out of the ring. Chioda was already hovering over to Shawn to see if he was ok. "You want the doctor, Shawn?" He asked. Each question received a nod 'no' from Shawn, who remained face down on the ring apron. Nash wondered over to Shawn and knelt down at his side as well. "Want a hand up?"

Shawn looked up and saw Kevin looking down at him. Chioda tried to interject. "Ah! No! Not a very good idea..." Chioda's voice trailed away as Nash extended his hand to Shawn and helped him up. Shawn winced and put a hand to his back, then turned to Chioda. "Relax, dorkwad. I'll live." Shawn told him harshly. Mike nodded his head, trying to accept what Shawn had just told him and ignore the attitude at the same time. It was pretty hard to deal with him these days. "You sure you're ok, though... Right?" Kevin asked Shawn one more time.

"For the first and last time... Yes! I'm fine... So why don't you just worry..." Shawn's voice was cut off by Christian knocking him to the ground. Tyson hit Kevin with a steel chair, knocking him to the ground as well. Christian turned and grabbed Mike Chioda. "Let me go! I'm not a wrestler! I'm a referee for goodness sake!" Mike shouted at him. Christian threw him to the ground and turned his attention towards Shawn. Shawn started to scoot backwards into the turnbuckle area, until the brolic figure of Tyson Tomko stopped him from moving back anymore. Shawn's eyes widened slightly, as he slowly raised his head to look at Tyson. He rolled to the side and got ready for a fight, however, Tyson and Christian didn't intend for Shawn to battle back. They set him up for a conchairtoe, and successfully delivered it.

Shawn lay on the apron, head propped on the second chair. He wasn't completely unconscious at first. However, his eyes were glassy and unfocused. He stared into space, where he saw another flashback.

Kane had entered the ring where Shawn and Triple H stood, about to shake hands. The two looked at each other innocently and denied telling Kane to come out. Kane glared at Triple H before turning his bottom half to Shawn and kicking him in the face.

Kevin had gotten up and wrestled the chair from Tyson's grip. Believe it or not, Christian and Tomko fled from the ring and lurked around the commentating booth and the ring announcer. Kevin bent down to observe Shawn when Evolution's music started to blare over the loudspeakers. "Shawn? Shawn? Can you hear me, man? Come on... Help is on the way..." Shawn continued to stare.

Shawn rolled to the outside of the ring and landed on the floor with a thump. He crawled over to the entranceway of the TitanTron and saw Triple H had already made it backstage. Kane joined him and kicked his head into the ring post. Shawn felt an extreme pain in his head and slowly crumpled to the floor. Kane grabbed him by the waist of his pants and threw him back into the ring.

Randy Orton and Batista ran through the crowd and chased Christian and Tomko far away from the ring. Ric Flair and Mike Chioda had joined Kevin. "Is he ok?" Ric asked. Mike glanced at Shawn's eyes and knew instantly he wasn't really conscious. "Nah. He's not with us right now." Mike stated. Obviously not the right choice of words, but he got his point across. "I still don't understand why everyone is so concerned. It's just a bump on the head..." Kevin stated. Ric and Mike looked at one another, now realizing that nobody had took the time to tell Kevin about Shawn.

Kane grabbed hold of a chair and tossed it into the ring. Shawn remembered thinking about how nervous he was faking this stunt, especially since it was the first time they used it on national television. Kane grabbed Shawn by the hair and put the chair around his neck. Flat part on the bottom so his back rested on it, and the rounded part around his neck so it could "hurt" him. Kane climbed up to the second turnbuckle and steadied himself for a moment, before jumping off and stomping his weight down on the back of the chair.

"Sure it's just a bump on the head... But you never know what that can lead to... We're very cautious about chair shots these days. People are catching concussions left and right... On the easiest shots, too!" Mike hated lying, but it was needed at this moment. They were in a tight spot, and it was then that Mike realized he was a lot like the old Shawn then he gave himself credit for. Kevin nodded his head. "Yeah, I guess you're right... It's also because some of the guys don't realize how hard they hit... And where, for that matter." Kevin replied with a smile.

The rounded part of the chair closed on his throat, a bit harder than he expected. Shawn writhed on the ground in pain, spitting blood out of his mouth. Kane laughed on and on at the action. Jim Ross was the first one in the ring to check Shawn out and three referees soon followed. Shawn tried to talk to them and tell them he was ok, but all they heard was a gurgle and a groan because of the blood. A trainer came down to the ring and told Shawn to relax, then took the chair off and tossed it to the side. Shawn tried to roll away, but the referees grabbed him and held him down so they could get a neck brace on him and get him on a stretcher.

Kevin and Dave grabbed an arm and half dragged Shawn up the ramp and got him backstage. Eric Bischoff was there waiting for them. "Is he ok? Vince is gonna kill me!!!" He shouted and, along with Mike Chioda, hovered over Shawn to check for a concussion. Kevin looked at the members of Evolution. "Uh... What the hell is going on around here?"

A/N: Hola people! I'm back . . . Again! Sorry for not updating . . . I would've had this chapter up in Feb but my mother passed away on the 10th . . . Things have been hectic in my house, so I laid off for a little while . . .

I decided to update the main characters, being the Superstars I had on there aren't even in it anymore. I fixed the summary up a little . . . I'm keeping it because it's the first one I had for the story and it still suits it . . . Once again I should smack myself for forgetting about Chyna . . . Don't worry, she'll be in the next chapter . . . Just as annoying as ever . . . Mleh . . . XD

Sorry... Had to fix it up a little bit... I think my spell checker changed 'Ric' to 'Mic'... Ugh... I just noticed it now... The next chapter, 'HBK MIA', will be up by Thursday night. It's pretty much based on the title... LOLZ...

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