Misconceptions [Shawn Michaels]

Chapter 65

First Match Back.

(A/N- Another little manip. Hope you enjoy.)

*Sisilia's POV*

It's been about two weeks since Shawn and I had our little moment over on Nash's balcony and since then, I've been training my ass off trying to refamiliarize myself with the ring. After all, my true purpose in WWF is to wrestle and be the diva that I am, not some arm candy or cheerleader.

Shawn also taught me some moves of his own, so that should be interesting to see how the crowd reacts.

Pain would strike my back ever so often, but I would fight through it as it didn't feel as serious like it use to. I still have yet to tell Dr. Brooks about my big decision  of wrestling again, but that's something I'll worry about later.

Monday Night Raw rolled around pretty quickly and currently I was backstage getting a pep talk by Shawn about my tag team match.

It was Chyna and myself versus Sable and Ivory.

"I know you're fired up. I could see the fire burning in your eyes, and I know you want nothing more than to tear those women in half, but you need to not push yourself too much, okay? I need you back in one piece. Not pieces."

I smiled at Shawn's concern for me and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I admire your concern, but I'll be fine, Shawn. This isn't my first rodeo."

"Speaking of admire..." Shawn trailed, suddenly digging into his pants pocket. "I got you something."

Removing my arms from around him, I gave him space as I looked on in confusion, though I would be lying if I said I wasn't a tad bit curious.

He then fished out a necklace, causing me to gasp. It was gold and had a small S pendant hanging from it.

"Shawn, you shouldn't have."

"I wanted to," He shrugged with a smile before putting the necklace around my neck and closing the space between us.

In that moment, I thought he was going to kiss me, but turns out, it was only for him to see the clasp of the necklace.

Feeling the heat rise to the top of my ears,  I turn my head off to side mentally facepalming at my stupidity.

"There," Shawn said stepping back before gently pulling my hair from the back to drape down my shoulders. "Perfect."

Still feeling myself blushing, I turned to look at him in hopes that he wouldn't notice my school girl expression.

"T-Thanks," I stammered causing me to immediately looking away and internally scold myself.

What in the fuck is wrong with you?

Shawn smirked and was about to say something- probably cocky- until another voice rang alerting us to their presence.