Misconceptions [Shawn Michaels]

Chapter 18

Officially A Deadman.

*Sisilia's POV*

The week flew by pretty quickly for my likings since my chat with Sherry down at the bar, but atleast something great came out of it to keep my mind off of the show; Sherry and Jared started dating so throughout the entire week, it's all I ever heard about, not that I'm complaining though.

I was now buckled up in one of Nate's car as I drove down to the Arena. There was about two hours left before RAW goes live so hopefully I'll make it just in time to go over the scripts, do what I have to do and get the hell out.

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"Osborne!" Vince exclaimed joyfully as I entered his office. "It's so great to see you alive and well!"

I laughed as I took a seat across from him. "Thank you."

"So are you ready to grace the ring with your presence tonight?" He asked eyeing me with a broad smile.

I nervously chuckled and shifted in my seat. "Of course I am."

Vince twitched his head slightly before squinting his eyes for a mere second in doubt. "Are you sure? I did give you an option miss Osborne."

Before I could've replied, there was several knocks on the door. Vince rolled his head and eyes obviously annoyed that he could never have a proper conversation without being interrupted.

"Who is it!" Vince harshly shouted.

"Your best friend!" Michaels sing-songed.

I rolled my eyes throwing my head back onto the seat.

Great.

Vince groaned before shouting again. "Come in!"

"Something honestly needs to done! Bret is getting on my last freaking nerves and if I don't get back in that ring soon, I'll just have to take matters into my o-" Michaels came through the door rambling before seeing me and stopping dead in his tracks.

I rolled my head around the backrest of the chair perking my eyes up to see him.

"Well hello dollface," He slapped on his usual smirk now walking up to behind me. I ignored him completely and turned my attention back to Vince.

"Shawn, we'll talk about that later," Vince spoke firmly. "Right now I'm in the middle of something."

I suddenly felt his fingers lightly trailing up and down both my arms causing me to stiffen in place.

Is he being serious right now?!

"Umm, actually..." I pitched in leaning forward picking up my script off the desk but mostly so I won't feel Michael's nasty hands on me. "I'll just go and scan these over and prepare myself to open the show."

"Well alright then," Vince replaced his look of frustration with a smile. "Don't think too much of it. Just go out there and relish yourself into the fan's love and the words will come naturally to you."

"Thank you," I nodded and smiled before standing up and shooting a death glare to Michaels which he only continued to smirk.