Misconceptions [Shawn Michaels]

Chapter 46

Backstage Chaos.

*Sisilia's POV*

"What the fuck was that?!"

"What the hell happened out there?!"

Two types of question that seemed to be coming out of everyone's mouths backstage but no one gave an answer as Hunter rushed Michaels and I into the locker room.

"Stay here and don't answer anyone," Hunter ordered before leaving.

"Fuck!" Michaels ripped his hand away from me and raged kicking a locker before going over to the very corner of the room and sitting down on an old iron chair.

I was completely lost for words so I just stood there in the middle of the room just staring at Michaels trying to piece together in my mind what really happened out there.

Suddenly the door swung open revealing Bret together with his son, Blade.

Bret marched into the locker room going straight towards Michaels like a vicious tornado but then changed direction, glancing back at his son, and sitting on the locker room bench instead.

"Shawn, you weren't in on that?" Bret then asked glaring at Michaels.

"No fucking idea..." Michaels mumbled shaking his head. "God as my fucking witness. My hands are clean on this one. I swear to God," He then spoke up.

Bret nodded with a hum before speaking almost warningly. "I'll be the judge of that. Let's see what you do tomorrow night."

Just then, Mark Calaway also known as The Undertaker barged into the locker room with Vince, Brisco, Davey Boy, Owen Hart and some others that wasn't worth mentioning.

"Apologize," Mark stated darkly to Vince before shoving him towards Bret.

Bret then stood up and walked in front of his son leveling eye contact with Vince while shaking his head. "Leave or get hit," Bret seethed.

"I'm not scared of you Hart," Vince replied as Owen and Davey Boy went over to Bret's side. "None of you."

I gulped and then glanced over to Michaels, who was now standing as well, and caught his eyes. He quickly motioned for me to go over to him-- which I did because the aura of this locker room was beginning to feel darker and even more dangerous by the second.

"Alright," Brisco piped up breaking the silence that the dreadful tension was building on. "Can we get some privacy here?" He then asked directing the question to Owen at first because of the nasty look on his face before turning his gaze to everyone else around.

"No. Stay," Davey Boy instantly blocked Owen with his hand though Owen didn't even move a muscle. "Remember what happened to Brody because of González? I don't think we want another bloodshed," Davey Boy then added glaring bitterly at Brisco who clenched his jaw knowingly.

"This is the first time I had to ever lie to one of my talents," Vince finally spoke cutting through some of the tension and laying out his palms in front of him as if it was a way to help him speak calmly.

Bret scoffed not buying that statement. Not even I wasn't buying it. "Who are you kidding you lying piece of shit?!" He snarled getting in Vince's face. "I think you should leave."

"I helped you get that deal at WCW God dammit!" Vince suddenly yelled reflecting on what Hunter had told him back at his office.

"Like if I wanted it!" Bret argued. "You knew fully well I wanted to stay here at WWF even if it meant getting less money!"

"I think someone should stop them before it gets out of hand," I leaned over to Michaels and whispered as I watched the two men go back and forth with each other on words.

"What you're experiencing here, is fourteen long years of thick tension being released," Michaels informed.

"I don't care!" I hissed. "Someone might end up getting hur-"

"I won't need this!" Bret suddenly declared before throwing his knee cap aside and launching himself at Vince.

"Oh my God!" I gasped looking over to Michaels who now wore and equally shocked expression on his face.

Vince then retaliated which now caused both men to actually square up in the middle of the locker room.

"Why isn't anyone doing anything?!" I questioned in disbelief as my eyes scanned around the room looking at all the still figures.

"Because everyone here knows that this was coming," Michaels simply replied. "I think they should have their moment."

Just then, Bret launched a rocket launcher uppercut that connected with Vince's jaw which sent him flying down to the carpet unconscious.

"Alright, that's enough!" Mark stepped back in. "Get him out of here," He stated to a few people that belonged to Vince's group as he pointed to Vince, and with that, the locker room then began getting empty again as they left with a dazed Vince.

Bret alongside his son, Owen and Davey Boy then left soon after but not without a last word from Bret to Michaels. "I'll be judging you by what happens tomorrow night. Let's see how true you really are," He resounds before officially leaving.

"What's going to happen now?" I asked thinking out loud and turning to Michaels who just shook his head.

"I have no idea," He distantly replied going over and packing his stuff. "We'll just have to wait and see what the great Lord Vince comes up with."

I didn't say or ask anything else because, I guess at this point, everyone wore a question mark on top of their heads equally clueless as to what happens after.

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A/N- Short chap so let's call it a filler.

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