Like Old Times
Montreal, Canada
10/26/04
"So let me get this straight," Christian and Bret once again looked over at Vince McMahon, who was sitting on the couch in his hotel room. Shane was sitting with his arms crossed over his chest and was glaring evilly at his father. It was the sixth time in less than 15 hours that they heard the story of why Christian was hell bent on destroying D-Generation X, mostly Shawn Michaels. The two members of D-X were sitting on the floor facing Shane and Vince. "You mean to tell me that Tyson threatened you? Is that the best excuse you can come up with?" Vince continued.
Christian sighed and rubbed his head angrily. "You're missing half the damn story, Vince… And I only explained it like… Six times already… Do you think you can pay more attention this time?!" Christian growled. Vince sighed and looked over at Shane, who continued glaring at his father, so he looked back at Christian and nodded his head. "Yes, I suppose I'll pay more attention this time."
"Good! Ok, so during the summer, Tyson approached me and told me about this problem he was having. He told me that if I helped him, he would make sure nothing ever happened to me. I helped him out with his personal problem, which only involved his wife, and he sure as hell made sure nothing happened to me. Tyson wanted to become the best tag team the WWE had ever seen, and in order to do that, we had to watch out for the new threat… D-Generation X. Tyson took high offense to their return for some odd reason and told me that if I didn't help him, he would kill my wife. And he made sure that I would stick to my word by making his wife move in with mine for the time being, so if I was out of line in any way… Yeah… You could imagine what happened…"
"But what about Adam? I thought he said he would always watch out for your wife..?" Vince asked, making Christian sigh again. "You're not listening, Vinnie Mac… Pay attention to what he's saying, and try to refrain from asking him questions before he finishes his story." Bret stated. Christian sighed and cleared his throat. "Anyway… Adam hasn't spoken to me since we got split up and I started hanging out with Tyson. He tried telling me Tyson was bad news, but I was hell bent on helping him out for some reason. After the whole thing where he threatened my wife, which kind of died down when Paul was sent to the hospital in Miami, Tyson set his sights on my parents. He met them several times and passed himself off as a great guy, which pissed me off like you wouldn't believe. He said he was going to hurt my parents if I didn't..," Christian paused. "Didn't..?" Paul egged him on to continue. "Didn't take part in attacking Shane. I mean, come on! Shane," Christian looked over at Shane and gestured to him. "Have you ever felt the need to be afraid of me or hate me for any reason," Christian, and everyone in the room, watched as Shane nodded his head no. "How about this… Have you ever felt the feeling that I hate you," Shane once again nodded his head no. "We've always been good friends, right," Shane nodded his head in agreement. "See? My point has been proven. I never EVER wanted to hurt Shane… But your beliefs mean nothing when you see a picture of your parents tied up with a gun to their heads."
"What still doesn't change, and you may have failed to realize this, is that Shane has refused to speak to you since what happened." Vince stated, making Christian pause to think. Vince was right. Shane hadn't spoken to him in fifteen days. "Well… He's sitting in the same room as me. That sure as hell says something," Christian looked from Shane to Vince and back again. "Listen, Shane… You understand what's going on here, right? I mean… If I didn't touch you, my parents would've been killed. My wife would've been killed. How would you have liked it if you were put in a similar situation?" Christian asked. Shane stared at him and pondered his question. He looked down at the floor briefly before looking Christian in the eyes. "My beliefs mean more to me than a friendship with a man who I know is bad news. In a situation like that… I would've done what I felt was right. You don't notice it, but you sure as hell damaged a lot of friendships you have in the WWE, including with four of the five men sitting in this room with you. Or do you not care that you nearly got fired and sent to jail?"
Christian looked at Shane in shock. It had been awhile since he heard the truth. "Shane… I really am sorry for what Tomko and I did to you. My actions have been truly disgraceful. I sure do hope that in time, you'll be able to look beyond them and forgive me for what happened. I realize it might take awhile, but I really do feel sorry for what happened and I hope all of you guys can forgive me for what I did."
Shawn took the moment to speak. "Listen, Jay… I'm sure, with time, of course, you'll be forgiven for what you did. But right now, what you can do is help us take Tyson down. Now that we kind of eliminated you from the equation, we can concentrate on removing Tyson from the business," Shawn saw the skeptical look on Christian's face. "Listen, I know you're worried about your parents and your wife… But we can deal with that too. We can help you out more than you know. You just have to tell us everything you know in return. Tyson's friends, his connections… Anything that can help us take him down."
Christian couldn't help but to chuckle. "Shawn… You can't really be serious… You honestly think that it'll only take you and Paul to get Tyson to call it quits? How many knocks did you take to the head?" Christian asked, making Shawn glare at him. "I kind of lost count by now, thanks to you and Tomko. Since you guys knocked me further into Concussion land, I say you owe me. In order to fix it, I want you to tell me everything you can about Tomko. Because I'm going to get him off your back and away from your family… That, I can be sure of." Shawn replied.
Christian looked up at Shawn with tears in his eyes. "It's hard for me to tell you much about him… Mostly because there isn't much I know..," Christian watched as Shawn slammed his fists on the floor angrily. "Dammit!" He shouted. Paul rubbed his back to try and calm him down. "What I do know..," Everyone in the room looked back at Christian when they heard his voice. "Is that Tyson wasn't calling the shots on his own. He was taking orders from somebody."
Vince's eyes widened. "Wow. Who could he be taking orders from? Who hates D-Generation X that much?" Vince asked. "I don't know," Vince looked over at Shawn. "But I sure as hell plan on finding out."
A/N: I was looking for something quick and easy to put in between chapters and this idea came to mind as I was watching the December 21st edition of WWE Raw [the one where Johnny Damon was the guest host and D-X had to go to Little People's Court]. I pretty much had this typed out as fast as I could, which was pretty damn fast, while I thoroughly enjoyed the comedic skits on Raw (haha, yeah right). I'm currently thinking of something to have happen in the next chapter, which will probably contain a lot of evil plotting against Tyson during an episode of Raw.
The one thing I can't decide on [at the moment] is who I should have as the bad guy… I'm quite sick of… Never mind. I just got an idea!
If I don't update anything in time, I wish everyone a very Merry Christmas.