Misconceptions [Shawn Michaels]

Chapter 44

Survivor Series [Part 2]

*Sisilia's POV*

Double cross?

Bret's actually leaving for WCW?

So this is why there's been so much tension between Bret, Vince and Michaels...

But why do I feel so dirty hearing this conversation?

What do I do with this information?

God! I didn't want this!

All I came here for is to go over the script with Vince.

Why do I always find myself in these situations?!

I began chewing on my bottom lip harshly as I internally battle with myself when suddenly I heard shuffling footsteps heading towards the door that I was currently leaning on.

"Shit!" I cursed under my breath darting my eyes down and around the hallway looking for a reasonable place to dash over to and hide at.

My eyes then fell onto a stack of crates a little way down the hall to which I immediately scrambled over to and began peaking from the spaces.

"Be back here before the show starts," Vince said walking out the door with Hunter and Michaels right behind him. Both men nodded before turning and walking down to my direction with Vince going the opppsite.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Just act natural.

I took a deep breath standing up straight and leaning against the crate sideways trying my best to look somewhat cool and natural but in all honestly, I probably look like a retarded seal.

My heart pounded aggressively against my chest as Michaels and Hunter drew closer.

"When's Chyna gonna be here?" I heard Michaels ask.

"Don't know but she's probably on her way," Hunter replied. "Should be close by now."

"Oh-- Hey, what's tha-- Osborne?" Michaels now came into my view with Hunter standing behind him. "What're you doing back here?"

Mini heart attack.

I think I'm having a mini heart attack!

My eyes suddenly began blinking rapidly due to the anxiety and nervousness I felt at the moment. "I-I-I-I was...I got lost..." I stuttered wildly causing Michaels and Hunter to narrow down their brows in confusion.

Michaels then turned to Hunter and spoke. "I'll meet you down at catering," He patted Hunter's arm to which Hunter nodded to and left.

Gosh, why did I have to hear that conversation?!

I feel so pressured and out of line.

"You okay?" Michaels asked walking closer to me and reaching his hand out to my chin but only to tug away my bottom lip from in between my teeth with his thumb. "Why're you biting your lip so hard? And why do you look so--almost terrified?" He now placed his hand on my shoulder caressing it lightly.