Survivor Series
11/14/04
"I still don't understand why we have to go through with this… It's absolutely ridiculous! There's no reason why we should abide by what Vince has to say!" Shawn shouted, gesturing wildly. Paul was surprised he didn't start to pull his own hair out. He had to admit, he was pretty stressed out since Raw, but Shawn was acting extremely strange about everything, almost as if he was somehow blaming himself for it. "Vince is the boss, Shawn, and like it or not, I want to keep my job, so we have to do what he says… We can, however, come up with our own plan for the night instead of doing what the script tells us to." Paul replied.
Shawn sat down on the couch in their locker room and rubbed his head angrily. "You were right," He stated, making Paul raise an eyebrow. "What are you talking about, Shawn?" Paul asked. Shawn looked him in the eyes and sighed. "I shouldn't have freaked out and ran to go and attempt to save Shane's ass the other night… I should have let Vince and Tomko beat the poor kid senseless. He wouldn't have been forced into this match, and we wouldn't have to beat him up like I know we're going to be forced to do later…" Shawn stated.
Paul put a hand on Shawn's shoulder. "Listen, buddy… We did everything we could to save him that night. But that was Shane trying to save us. What we did made matters worse, I won't deny that, but that never should have happened in the first place. Vince was wrong to have Tyson beat Shane up. By showing we cared, it made Vince feel the need to punish all three of us even worse than he was already planning on doing. It's not only your fault, Shawn. It's mine too. We were right to do what we did. If we didn't react, Tyson could have killed the poor son of a bitch."
Shawn raised an eyebrow at Paul and smirked. "You have such an odd choice of words, Paul… I'm trying to figure out how you're able to communicate with me and make me feel somewhat sane after all of this… Somehow you did, so I commend you." Shawn stated. There was a knock on the door, making both men sigh and nearly face-palm. Paul walked over to the door and opened it. Chyna walked in and into the middle of the room. "Dare I ask why you guys totally blew me off for the passed couple of weeks? I know there's a lot going on, believe me, I do, but you could have answered my calls." She stated.
Paul sighed. "Sorry about all of that, Joanie. I don't think you truly understand how much is going on. We're pretty much screwed in this situation… We have our hands tied and there's no possible way of getting loose." Paul replied. Chyna sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. She looked over at Shawn and saw he was looking down at the floor, so she looked back at Paul. "I know… I've been watching. It's… Scary, unfair and ridiculous. I don't know why Vince would want to do that to you guys. You've been nothing but loyal to him since day one. And for him to use Shane against you is outright depressing and desperate. Of all people he could have picked for that… He chose his own son." Chyna stated in a voice that was oddly calm and sympathetic.
"What about Orton and Reso? We haven't heard from them in quite some time… It's kinda scary how they can almost drop off of the face of the planet." Shawn stated out of nowhere, making Paul and Chyna look at him. "I know, it is kind of weird… But I would imagine they want to lay low after what happened with people they were so close to. I can't tell you guys how surprised I am at Ric and Dave… Just when you think you can trust somebody, they turn around and stab you in the back." Paul stated.
Chyna sighed and looked from Shawn to Paul and back again. "You guys have been through a lot in the passed few months. Believe me, I get it. I know you don't want to be involved in the match later on… But you're going to have to put everything behind you and do it. Give it your all to show Vince he can't break you… Even if that means you have to beat Shane up."
Shawn and Paul looked over at her at the same time with their jaws nearly on the ground. "What? It's because of us that he's in this situation in the first place! How do you expect us to be able to just go beat him senseless like his old man is making Tomko do?" Shawn asked. Chyna sighed. "I understand your frustration, Shawn. Believe me, if it wasn't for him, I would never have gotten a job in this business in the first place. I understand your want to protect him like a younger sibling. But you have to choose between doing what's right and standing up to your boss."
Paul and Shawn stared at Chyna to try and figure out what they wanted to do. They heard another knock on the door. "Levesque, Hickenbottom… Five minutes til match time, you're due at the gorilla." Arn Anderson shouted. Paul sighed and looked over at Shawn. "You ready for this?" He asked. Shawn sighed and stood up. "Ready as I'll ever be… I guess."
Paul and Shawn were the first wrestlers down to the ring. Paul didn't dare go over to Lilian and ask her for the microphone. He was in no mood to hype up the crowd. Chyna's words were still playing on repeat in his mind. He knew damn well he was going to be forced to hit Shane during the course of the match. He didn't want to… But he was going to have to hit him if he wanted to prove to Vince that D-X were still worthy adversaries.
Vince walked out in front of his team. Tomko, Ric and Dave looked extremely happy for the match. Shane, however, didn't look happy at all. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out he didn't want to be involved in any of this. Vince stood near the ring and kept his eyes on D-X, who had backed closer to the commentator's booths, as his team went in the ring. Vince grabbed Shane's shoulder as he was about to climb the steel stairs and leaned forward to whisper (or yell) something in his ear, then let him go and pushed him away. Shane looked even more frustrated as he hopped into the ring.
Mike Chioda got between D-X and Vince's team and motioned for them to choose one person to start the match. "I got this." Shawn stated, making Paul nod and retreat to their corner of the ring. Ric, Dave and Tomko got in their corner, leaving Shane in the ring to face off against Shawn. Paul threw his arms up in the air. "Are you guys friggin kidding me?" He shouted. "Calm down, Triple H. You'll get yours." Dave shouted from across the ring.
Shawn inched closer to Shane, who didn't make a single move to try and defend himself from a punch, let alone hold up his fist to hit Shawn. "Hey… Shane… You're okay, right," Shawn asked. Although Shane nodded in agreement, Shawn knew something was up. "I refuse to hit you." Shawn stated and crossed his arms over his chest. Shane raised an eyebrow at him. "You have to hit me eventually, Shawn."
Shawn nodded his head in disagreement. "No, Shane. I most certainly do not. I don't want to hit you. So, if I were you, I'd either tag out or hit me. Choose one," Shawn stated, refusing to lift a hand to the younger man. Shane sighed. "Shawn… You have to hit me… If you don't, kiss your job goodbye. You and Paul will be fired if you don't hit me… And my team won't tag me out until you guys get a shot in." Shane stated, looking down in embarrassment. Shawn narrowed his eyes in anger. "You're kidding me, right?" He asked. Shane nodded his head no, so Shawn turned to look at Paul.
"What," Paul asked. Shawn walked over to Paul and leaned in close to him. "They won't tag him out until we hit him… If we refuse to, we'll get fired. What the hell do I do?" Shawn asked. Paul sighed and tagged himself in. "I'll deal with this… I'm not afraid to touch him." Paul stated as he climbed in to the ring and approached Shane. He stood face to face with his brother in law for a few moments. "Please tell me you're going to hit me… Or if you have a plan, that's cool, too."
Paul stared at Shane a moment longer. He didn't have enough time to think of a plan that could possibly work. He sighed and looked back at Shawn, then at Shane. He swung his fist so fast he wasn't even sure if he nailed Shane or not, until he saw Shane fall back and grab a hold of his cheek. "Sorry for this… Ya know… Ahead of time." Paul stated. Shane gave a quick nod, letting Paul know he acknowledged what he said. Paul sighed and charged at Shane; throwing punches at him until he was able to Irish whip him into the ropes.
Paul watched in shock as Shane flew against the ropes. It wasn't the shock that he actually Irish whipped him… It was the shock of Tyson pulling down on the top rope and making Shane fly over it… Backwards. Mike Chioda, however, signaled for Tyson to get into the ring… Saying he saw a "tag" when Shane went over.
Tyson got in the ring with little argument, which somewhat surprised Paul. He walked over to Paul and got close to him. "Reso and Orton aren't around to save your asses. And McMahon isn't allowed to raise a hand in this match. What are you two gonna do…? Huh?" Tyson seethed. Paul narrowed his eyes angrily. "I'm not quite sure yet, but I guess that whole segment didn't work out to your advantage… Did it?"
Tyson raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about," He asked. Paul chuckled. "Well, for one, Vince was able to make me hit his son… However, you grabbed a hold of the top rope. Mike Chioda saw a tag. So… You cut the beating short." Paul stated. He thoroughly enjoyed watching Tyson's face as he put things together in his mind and figured everything out. "Shit!" Tyson shouted as he swung a fist at Paul's face.
Paul dodged the obvious fist and ducked under the second swing. He delivered a powerful uppercut to Tyson's abdomen, then kicked him and DDT'ed him. He was able to drag Tyson away from his corner of the ring and closer to Shawn, where he knew he would be safe. Paul pointed over at Ric. "This is for you." He stated, then put Tyson in a Figure Four leg lock. He enjoyed watching Rick freak out to the point where Dave had to hold him back. Mike Chioda was very active in this match and he wasn't going to let anything slide… Not even an interference from any side of the ring.
Mike Chioda was hovering, constantly checking to see if Tyson wanted to tap out. Paul had him in a great position to avoid a break up from Tyson's team and, of course, rope grabbing. Paul waited patiently, not even bothering to exert all his strength into the submission hold… He knew Tyson wasn't going to tap out yet. It was just instigating. Hopefully Tyson would tag Ric in. He'd be easy to deal with. Tyson was eventually able to roll over and reverse the hold, so Paul broke it and rolled away quickly. He stood up and looked at Shawn.
"Hunter!" He shouted, gesturing wildly behind him.
Paul turned and ducked at the same time, narrowly avoiding Dave and Ric's attempt at a double team. He watched, completely dumbfounded, as Dave and Ric tripped over Tyson and fell. Mike and Paul made eye contact. "I have… NO… Words for that." Paul stated, making Mike put a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing. Paul looked over at Shawn, as if questioning what he wanted to do. "Where's Shane?" Shawn asked.
Paul shrugged his shoulders and tossed both Ric and Dave out of the ring. He grabbed a hold of Tyson and Pedigreed him. He was about to roll Tyson over for the cover, but Dave ran in the ring and pulled Paul away. Dave and Paul started exchanging fists, completely ignoring Mike Chioda's attempts to separate them. Shawn looked confused and somewhat hesitant as to what to do until he saw Ric climbing in the ring. He hopped in, ran over to Ric and delivered some Sweet Chin Music, making the older man fall back out of the ring. Shawn turned his attention to Dave and Paul and stared at them. Calculating their every move.
If he missed, Paul would have his head… Or, what's left of it…
Shawn took three steps forward and delivered a perfectly aimed Sweet Chin Music at Dave's head. Dave fell back and rolled out of the ring. Paul looked at Dave, then back at Shawn. "You really freaking took a chance on that one." He stated. Shawn nodded. "I know." Shawn helped Paul up, then went back to the corner of the ring and patiently awaited a tag.
Paul Irish Whipped Tyson into the rope and delivered a Spinebuster. He walked over to Shawn and tagged him in, then watched as he dropped an elbow from the top rope. He nipped up and got ready for Sweet Chin Music.
"Stop this! I can't take it anymore," Paul and Shawn turned their attention to Vince McMahon, who was gesturing angrily with his free hand. "You two had better stop it right now," Shawn and Paul looked at one another with confused faces. "Is he serious?" Shawn asked Paul, making him shrug his shoulders and look back at Vince. "Listen, guys… I understand you think you can convince me to do the right thing and stop whatever it is I'm doing wrong… You can do that… If you lay down. Let Tomko pin you."
Shawn and Paul looked at one another again, then burst into laughter. "Are you insane, old man? Do you really think we'd give in so easily? Do you really think we don't have plans of our own? There's something really wrong with you, Vince… This proves it." Paul stated. He once again locked eyes with Shawn and gave a slight nod. The smaller man delivered a super kick to Tomko. "I'm warning you, Michaels!" Vince shouted, watching as Shawn eyed him for a moment, then covered Tomko. Chioda counted down. "One… Two… Three."
Lillian Garcia was about to announce D-X as the winners of the match when Dave and Ric stormed over to her, pushed her out of the way and grabbed a hold of the steel chairs she was standing near. Shawn and Paul stood back to back in the ring, one man facing the major direction, ready for a fight. "I warned you, D-X. You didn't want to listen to me. If there's one thing you should do, it's NEVER cross the boss. I'm…" Vince's voice trailed off as Christian came running out of nowhere and knocked Vince over. Paul turned around just in time to see Randy jump over the barricade, grab a hold of Ric and toss him into the steel stairs. He ducked under Dave's chair swing and tackled him, then beat him to the ground and hit him with the steel chair.
Christian and Randy slid into the ring and slowly approached D-X. "So… Are you two back for good now?" Paul asked, raising an eyebrow at them as he did so. Randy and Christian looked at one another, then back at the older men in front of them. "Hell yeah. We're not gonna let Vince try and control our lives… It's about time we stood up for what we believe in." Christian replied. Randy raised an eyebrow and gestured behind Paul and Shawn, where Vince was now standing and looking quite disgusted.
"I can't believe the nerve of you two! I took away your contracts and you're still here, trying to defend D-X against my wrath! Don't you know that I'm the boss and what I say goes? I could have you two thrown in jail for breaking and entering… Or… Or something else!" Vince shouted, gesturing wildly. "Actually..," Everyone in the ring turned to look at Shane, who was holding a microphone and standing on the steel stairs. "I think I should confess something right about now," Shane stepped into the ring and walked over to his father, then stood face to face with him. "I'm responsible for Christian and Randy Orton being here tonight. If you don't like it… Confront me on Raw."
"You better watch what you wish for." Vince growled back.
A/N: Sorry for the wait… I think you guys know what I'm going to say, though. School. Papers. Homework. Ech. And, not to mention, my neighbor started up a film and I was helping him on the set… All five days it took to film… Lol.
I apologize for the choppiness of the chapter, too. I once again couldn't decide what I wanted to do.