How it all started (A Shawn Michaels and Rebecca fan ficton)

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A/n I'll probably edit this week's chapter because I hate giving you guys half ass updates. The fact that I'm the only person on wattpad who's been currently writing a story about shawn inspires me to keep on writing but at the same time I don't really have a story to read myself, believe me my wattpad dream is to have another person writing about the 90s shawn and so we would just fan girlabout him; but since he's like 50 years old no one thinks of him like I do. It's all about dean or roman even seth (believe me I see A LOT of shield fan fiction) I'm just alone in the wattpad world

I hope you guys enjoy another one of my chapters

Shawn POV 

You have one new message....
*beep* Hey shawn it's Britney we haven't talked in a while, since I have the week off starting tomorrow I was wondering if we can meet up this weekend. When you get this message call me back on my cell.........I still love you, bye.

The sound of Britney's voice mail woke me up from my deep sleep. When is this girl gonna stop, she's almost as crazy as sunny.....almost but she's getting there. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder, so if you keep avoiding her she's just gonna want you more" a voice behind me said, I was startled at first then I realized it was chyna. My eyes darted open and scanned my surroundings, I'm in the livingroom? I slowly sat up, my muscles are stiff as a board which is stiffer than normal, the only time when my body is like this is when I'm recovering from a...

"SHIT" I sat up against the "armrest?" and held my head in my hands as a MASSIVE headache hit me.

"I see you drunk more than limited, I saw that you and hunter were having so much fun yesterday so I just left you two alone and went to bed" chyna continued "I see that you got so wasted that you couldn't even make it back to your room so you slept on the couch..."

Oh that's were this armrest came from

"Here, lemme get you some aspirin for that hangover of yours"

I couldn't even thank her properly because my head my pounding, it felt like my heart moved to my head. It hurts like fuck.

But all I could do is groan and lay back down, I smelled hot chocolate being made and heard her pour it into a cup, I didn't even bother to open my eyes and look because I know that'll just make my hangover worsen. "I think you should go" my ears perked up, "Shawn you're borderline 30 and you still haven't had a real relationship", I could hear her foot steps walking over to the couch and setting the chocolate down on the glass table, I slightly opening my eye so I can see what she was doing, she sat at the recliner near the couch and wait for a reply. I turned to my side so I'll be facing her ".....there was sunny....." I said with my voice more raspy then usual but she just gave me the bitch face and re-asked the question then I replied with silence.
"My point exactly, shawn I may not know your relationship with that girl or how deep it was but please call her back and schedule something, after your casket match with taker this Sunday you'll have at least the weekend off" I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was serious, it's funny that the same girl who was telling me to slow down is the same person who is telling me to mingle with one of my fuck toys (well she doesn't know all that) . I took a deep breath and finally I slowly sat up, removing the blanket that was on me in the process. "God damn it's cold in here" I crossed my arms and rubbed my shoulders, " I made you  hot chocolate for a reason" I grabbed the mug and looked inside it "what? No marshmallows?" She then gave me a I'm gonna kill you if you don't drink the damn thing face which I did as ordered. She then got up and walked to the bathroom.

"Chyna......"

"What?"

"I'll think about it..."

She smiled "thanks"

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One Sunday later

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I swiftly limped backstage to the cameras won't catch me favoring the lower half of my back but it was a cramp so I'll just get the chiropractor to fix it. I walked up to the first person I saw which was grace our current sales manager or as I call her a waste of space since all she does is flirt with the superstars and just last month I caught her stealing money from the wwf's money holder, the slut was flirting with the poor boy. She hates me now, even though she shouldn't be since I'm the reason why she still works here in the first place; since she was all over me at the time I told her I won't tell anyone if she would let me fuck her, but now she doesn't talk to be because I said it wasn't that good.

"Hey do you know where Dr.Williams is?" I said limping over to her but once she glanced at me her and the group she was talking to scattered away, " well fuck you too-" after that my lower back started to give out and I fell on my knees "ahh shit"  I lefted my head up and saw no one coming to help me up "Hey, I kinda need some help here" I fake chuckled; but they didn't even blink twice, I started breathing heavily out of nowhere like I was about to throw up but nothing was coming out.

I then felt that someone was helping me up but I didn't care to look since I was in so much pain, I find it pretty weird that the person who was helping me walk didn't say a word. It can't be triple h because he would've at least asked if I was okay, the person walked me DX's locker room opened the door and sat me down on the couch; I finally had a chance to look up an see the person who "saved" me. I looked up and taker was already looking at me dead in the face with no emotion just a bit sweaty from our last match, I could've sworn this man hated me from the neck up, hmtp I guess even the dead man has a heart.

"Next time don't drink as much and decide to nearly pass out in the hall way, now wait here so I can get the doctor"

I take that back

(A/n okay to start this off may you rest in peace chyna, one of the greatest woman wrestler who have ever laced up a pair of boots)

#ripchyna 

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