Decyfer Down – Crash
"Crash! You're going down, without a sound.
Then I'll pass you up, before I explode.
Breaking in two-I'll see it through.
You won't keep me down, when I crash through you."
October 10, 2009
Columbus Civic Center
Monday Night RAW
That's what it was backstage. It wasn't nearly as bad as the chaos outside in the actual arena where the fans were-but with everyone trying to do the last minute touches to get the show going, it was safe to say that it came close in comparison. Shawn usually tried to steer clear of all the chaos-preferring to stay in the locker room until the show actually aired where he knew he was safe, only wondering out when he absolutely had to. Hunter, well, for some reason the chaos followed him. Poor guy was never safe no matter how hard he tried. I wondered how my father did this every day for a living, sometimes. It was amazing to me how he kept himself sane most nights.
I'm Kayley Hickenbottom; better known as Kayley Michaels, thanks to my father. Normally, people only called us Hickenbottom if they wanted their teeth knocked down their throat. I was almost my father's spittin' image. I had his blond hair and his blue eyes, standing tall at 5'10. Sadly, that was the same height my father was so it was highly unlikely I was ever destined to be taller than that. You gotta make do with what you got, sometimes.
I slipped between two camera guys who were trying to untangle some wires so they can tape them to the floor. I remember tripping over the wires a few times as a little girl, on the rare occasion when Shawn would actually let me come back stage when I was growing up. It was very rare-given that he was never home and had school to focus on.
"Hey baby girl." Shawn said with a smile as I finally made it to his and Hunter's locker room.
I smiled back as I closed the door behind me. "Hey dad. Are you ready?" I asked, flopping down on the couch beside him.
"I said ARE. YOU. REEEEAAADDDDYYY?!" Hunter yelled, tensing his muscles in the mirror as he put the finishing touches on to his ring attire.
"I'll take that as a yes." I said with a small chuckle. Hunter nodded to himself at a job well done and I grabbed Shawn's hat to hand it to him when he stood up.
"Thank you sweetheart." He sat slipping it on his head. "You going to be alright backstage?"
"Shawn, you ask her that every time. She's fine." Hunter sighed while rolling his eyes. Shawn had a habit of obsessing over my safety while backstage. Something about being young and pretty.
"If your daughter was 22 and on the road with you, you'd be just like me." Shawn snapped back with a glare. I looked at Hunter, who had his hands up defensively. I made a face behind Shawn's back and stood up, fixing my shirt.
"I'm going to go bug John, see how he's doing. So don't go having a heart attack."
"Stay close to him when we're on though, I'd hate to take out the WWE's top star." Shawn grumbled, grabbing his glow sticks and shoving them into his wrist bands and chaps.
I kissed his cheek, hugging him tightly. "Good luck out there." I hugged Hunter also, who returned it. "Try not to kill yourselves."
"No promises, kid." Hunter smiled and ruffled my hair.
I walked out of the locker room and towards John's locker room. He shared one with Legacy, which, if Shawn knew, he would try to ban me from hanging out with John. Legacy officially had it out for Hunter, Shawn, and I. They purposefully gave me a hard time when I was backstage, though when John was there, they wouldn't do a lot of it, but it would never stop them.
I knew somewhere, down this hall, was the locker room. Which one it was I didn't know. That was until I noticed they had names on the door about halfway down the second hallway. Wow, I was an idiot. I back tracked a bit and found the door that said Legacy and Cena. I knocked on the door, waiting for a reply.
"Come in!" John's voice came through the door. I opened it and peeked my head around the door frame. Seeing that no one was naked [shame, really], I slipped inside the locker room. "Hey kid!"
"Hey John. Do you mind if I hang out here while Shawn is on?" I asked, not really caring if he said no. I was gonna do it anyway. I plopped down on the couch beside him, grabbing his Gatorade right out of his hand.
"Of course you can, girl. At least Shawn can rest easy knowing you're safe." John watched with a frown as I drank some of his Gatorade before he snatched it back. "How have you been? Haven't seen you in a few weeks."
"Doing alright." I said shrugging, turning my attention to the television. "Nothing much went on."
"Well, that's good at least." John replied, leaning down to fix his shoes, "Jeff is back at it again."
"What did he do now?" I asked, slightly afraid to know. When it comes to Jeff Hardy, you never knew what you were getting yourself into. It was always something over the top with him.
"He accused Phil of taking his arm bands, took Phil's Pepsi in retaliation and then did a baseball slide between his legs. Let's say, Phil wasn't the happiest person in the world today. He chased Jeff around the arena until he finally lost him." John explained, making a slight confused expression. "I really don't understand him at all."
"Yeah, that's Hardy for ya, you never know what's going on inside that man's head."
We both looked up at the television when DX's music hit. I watched Shawn dance around Hunter in the ring. I stuffed a few laughs as Hunter just stared at Shawn, who was looking back at him. I turned sideways so my back was resting against the armrest of the couch and my legs where in John's lap. John put his hands on my legs and leaned back, relaxing.
"Who are you facing tonight?" I asked John, tearing my gaze from the television to look at him.
"Randy." He said, rubbing my calf as he got lost in his thoughts or at the television, I wasn't really sure.
"Will his boyfriends follow him?" I asked with an eyebrow raised. Nothing made me angrier than watching how Randy treated Ted and Cody-and how they just took it. Stick up for yourself!
"Shut up Hickenbottom." Randy said as he walked in with Cody and Ted following behind. He was completely ready to go down to the ring, fitted with his trunks, knee pads and shoes…and the eight bottles of baby oil he used on his body alone.
"Call me that again, boy, and you won't make it down to the ring." I hissed at him as Randy rolled his eyes. Ted and Cody looked at me. "What?"
"We need to change, so get out." Ted motioned to his and Cody's street clothes.
"Oh come on! I wanna see who is the biggest in Legacy!" I whined while jerking my legs. John held tightly so I wouldn't accidently kick him in the nuts. I send him a look in sorry.
"You kiss your daddy with that mouth?" Cody asked, crossing his arms. He stood by his bag. I didn't understand what the big deal was about me being in here while they changed.
"Nope, just John." I replied while leaning forward to peck John's lips, who kissed me back like it was nothing out of the ordinary for him.
"Honestly, do we have to see that?" Randy spat with a glare. His shoulders tensed as he ripped open his bag to grab something out of it.
"Don't look and you don't have to see it." John responded back to him. Randy muttered things under his breath while he continued to dig through his bag. I rolled my eyes at him. He had changed too much in the past few years. It was becoming unbearable to be around him nowadays and it hit a little bit. We used to be so close and now we were just strangers.
Shawn and Hunter started to lose against Jeri-Show. Though, Chris was a sweetheart and took up the position of Shawn's eyes when he wasn't around to do so. It was safe to say that the entire roster would look out for me. I winced as Shawn was struck by Show's right hand and went down hard. I threw my arms up and moved so I was sitting the correct way on the couch. "Well, that was some shit."
"Yeah, that's the end." John rubbed his face and stood up, getting ready to go out. "He tried."
"He should just leave the WWE, we don't need him anymore." Randy mumbled while turning back around. "He's too old to do this anymore. His legacy is over with."
I glared at him. It was better if I bit my tongue but this motherfucker was pushing me to limits I forgot I had. One quick way to get on my bad side was to insult and disrespect my family and the people that I give my loyalty too. Randy, having known me for years knew exactly which buttons to push to get a reaction out of me. I wasn't sure if he was smart or incredibly stupid.
"He'd probably break his back if he jumped off another ladder; I'm surprised he could still stand considering how old he is."
I shot up, almost knocking John off the bench with my speed. I was instantly in front of him, my expression dark as I stared into his venomous eyes. He was trying me; he was just itching for a reaction and that's what he was gonna get.
"Excuse me? You wanna say that a little louder instead of mumbling like a little bitch?"
Randy hissed as he learned forward. Any self-respecting man would not like to be called a bitch and I just kicked him below the belt with that one. "You heard what I said and the next time you call me a 'bitch', it won't only be my words coming after you."
"You should get your head out of your ass and deflate your ego a little bit, Orton. My father changed this company for the better, what did your father do?" I asked, our noses now touching. I couldn't stop. The red had seeped over my vision and I was just waiting, waiting for this man to say something else. I needed an excuse to go after him-come on, Randy, give me that reason.
"Randy back off…" Cody said as he and Ted started to pull him away but Randy was leaning forward so much, that his upper half never moved, just his lower half.
"Kayley, come on baby girl." John said, wrapping his arm around my waist to try and pull me away. Randy started to salivate and his eyes were wild, I growled and pushed John's arm off my waist as I turned to walk away.
"Run away, little girl."
Now. I don't know if he had said it or if it was my mind playing tricks on me. But when I heard it, I snapped. I didn't know what else to do. I was begging for a reason and it came. My foot connected with his chin and he went backwards into the lockers with a loud bang. Ted and Cody going with him. "Shit! Come on Kayley!" John yelled frantically, grabbing my arm and dragging me down the hall.
"Let me go!"
"I don't want you to be on the receiving end of his Viper attacks!" John argued, pulling me towards Shawn and Hunter's locker room. When John opened the door and realized no one was there, he dragged me more down the hall. "Pardon me for trying to keep you un-harmed."
"I can handle him!"
"No you can't Kayley! You don't understand, he's not who he was!" John snapped back. I bit my lip to keep myself from retorting, though, it came out like projectile vomit.
"I'm not who I was either! Quit with the excuses, Cena, and let me at him!" I yelled.
John ignored my comment as we passed several superstars in the hallways. I saw Jeff and Matt down the hall and they asked John what was going on, but the yelling from behind us told them I did something to get myself into trouble. Again.
"Hickenbottom! I will make your life hell!" Randy yelled as he continued to chase us. A large red mark had appeared along his chin, mouth, and stretched towards his cheek. Yeah, I kicked him harder than I thought. Job well done.
"Call me that again, boy and I'll show you more notes from Sweet Chin Music!" I yelled back, trying to stop John from dragging me so I could meet Randy halfway.
"Kayley, shut up!" John shouted at me. He opened a door and pushed me into the room, closing the door.
"John let me out!" I yelled to him through the door, I started to pound on the wood. I repeatedly slammed my fists into the door.
"Cool off!" John yelled. I growled and turned around only to come face to face with Shane and Stephanie McMahon.
"Damn." I sighed heavily and ran a hand through my hair. Shane looked at his sister and sighed as well.
"What did you do this time?" Shane asked, pulling out a chair for me and motioning for me to sit down and talk with them.
"Randy went to poppin' off at the mouth, so I shoved my foot in it." I said as I crossed my arms and raising an eyebrow. I
Stephanie smacked her forehead as Shane chuckled. "Kayley, we all know you and Legacy don't get along and never have, but you can't go around super kicking the superstars." Shane explained as if I didn't already know this. He sat down in the chair next to me, going through his files.
"He insulted my father, I wasn't about to let him get away with it." I shrugged, not really caring. "I'm sorry, not sorry. You can fine me and do whatever you want with me, but I don't regret it."
"We won't do that. We are used to you doing this." Shane replied, pulling out a stack of papers and handing them to Stephanie who looked over them and nodded.
Stephanie looked up as the door slammed open. Shawn was standing in front with a very pissed off Randy Orton, Cody Rhodes, and Ted DiBiase Jr., behind him and Hunter behind them with John. I groaned and leaned back against my chair. Well, this is where the shit hits the fan.
"I leave you alone for no longer than 15 minutes and you SUPER KICK Randy Orton!?" Shawn exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air.
"Did he tell you that he started it!?" I yelled back, pointing to the man who was smirking at me from behind Shawn. I stood up and stepped forward towards Randy.
Shawn blocked my path before I could reach my destination. "Don't use that tone with me, young lady! You sit back down and you listen to what I have to say!" Shawn shouted, his face starting to get red.
I slowly sat back down in my chair. Hunter walked over to Stephanie who looked like she was going to interrupt, but decided against it for her own sake. John stayed by the door, waiting for the yelling match to end. Randy stood there with a smirk on his face, Cody and Ted watched as I was yelled at by my father. Cody was actually sparing me a sympathetic look, what a sweetie.
"You are NOT a wrestler and you CAN NOT go around super kicking the athletes! I cannot believe that you would do something so stupid! You act on impulse and you don't think about what the consequences will be later! I can't believe you went and did something so ridiculously stupid; you make me second guess myself for bringing you on the road! From now on, you will be by my side every moment unless I have a match, then you will be in the locker room with John, making no noise and being still! Do I make myself clear?"
"I SAID; DO I MAKE MY SELF CLEAR!?" He screamed. Hunter jumped even jumped and I felt thoroughly scolded. I had only seen Shawn this irritated a few times, but when it's like the Devil himself just roared up out of him-it's not a sight anyone really likes to see.
"Yes sir." I spoke softly-it was barely even a whisper.
"Shawn, I think you are being a bit too hard on her." Stephanie spoke up next, trying to defend me.
"Why? She kicked a superstar!" Shawn argued back. He did have a better point than she did.
"I know she did, she told me, but at least she told me instead of me finding out! Shawn, I know you are her father but-"
"No! If she wants to act like a child, I will treat her like a child." Shawn snapped back, I felt a little hurt by that statement but I knew he was right. I acted like a child-a badass child, but a child nonetheless. Stephanie got quiet. "Let's go." He said to me.
I got up and followed him out the door, squeezing my way between Ted and Cody.
"It was a sick Super Kick though." John said once I left the room.
Shawn was going off his rocker when we got back to the locker room, where there were no witnesses. Though he would never hit me, he would yell until his throat was raw. You could always tell when his throat was being to get raw, his voice would start to crack and then he would make up an excuse to leave the room before he thought of something else to yell about.
"I can't believe you Kayley!" Shawn said as he paced the locker room layout, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You cannot go around and do that! So, he pissed you off! Walk away! I appreciate you sticking up for me but let me handle it! Randy was just trying to get a reaction out of you and you let him. You let him win!"
I sat in silence.
"Do you know how much trouble you would be in if Stephanie and Shane weren't our friends?" He asked. He continued pacing until a knock on the door snapped him out of his parental yelling. "Come in!"
Cody walked in and I looked up. "Stephanie and Randy want to speak with Kayley."
"What for?" Shawn asked, glaring at the poor boy.
"They just told me to come get her." He said.
"Go with Cody, I have to go to catering real fast." Shawn mumbled as he cleared his throat. See? I was right.
Cody and I walked down the hall towards the room we just came back from. Superstars were now getting ready in their locker room for the beginning of the show. You could hear the fans in the arena from the back. I looked at Cody who was staring straight ahead, completely silent.
"Did Stephanie say why she needed me?"
"Like I told Shawn, she just told me to come get you." He responded back, not daring to look at me.
"Why are you with Orton?" I asked out of the blue as we turned down another hallway. Why be with someone who treats you like shit?
"None of your business." Cody replied as he opened the door. Ted was now leaning against the back wall while Randy stood in front of Stephanie's desk. Stephanie smiled at me from behind her desk as Cody went next to Ted.
"You needed me?" I asked. I stood next to Randy, a bit a ways apart but still next to him. My body started to tremble. I could see Randy smirk from the corner of my eye. I could smell him and while I he did smell great-I was still so mad at him that I wanted to shove his head up Big Show's ass something fierce.
"Yes." Stephanie said. She threw a stack of papers near me that landed on the edge of her desk. I recognized it from when Shane pulled it out from his pile while I was sitting at the table. "Here is your WWE contract."
I looked up at her so fast my neck popped in three places. "What?" I looked at Hunter, who was behind her with a shocked look on his face. He shrugged and I looked back down at Stephanie. "You don't understand, Steph, I am not a wrestler."
"But you are trained, are you not?" She asked, sitting back. Hunter looked down at his wife before looking back up at me. She had me there.
"Your father is Shawn Michaels, who is a legend in this company."
"Hunter has no problem with training you a bit more."
"You are a second generation superstar."
"So who better to put you with then Legacy?"
"What?" My attention snapped to Randy who just turned his head and looked at me, with such a dangerous glint in his eyes that a chill ran down my spine.
"You will be put with Legacy. Randy has no problem with you being with him."
"Of course he doesn't." I hissed in Randy's direction. He had an end game and while I didn't know what it was at this point, I knew I would find out soon.
"You either sign the contract or you go home." Stephanie said sternly. "You said and I quote, 'You can fine me and do whatever you want with me, but I don't regret it.'"
"Damn, I did say that…"
"So sign it." Stephanie said, putting a pen on the contract and folded her hands, waiting for my move.
The room was silent as I stared down at the contract. Ya know, it wouldn't be too bad to go home. However, I was literally being handed a job just by simply existing. I sighed heavily and signed the contract so fast I nearly broke the pen; I pushed it into Stephanie's hands and whipped around to face Randy, who still wore that damn smirk on his perfect, egotistical face. "Do not FUCK with my career, Orton!"
His smirk got bigger.
"Have you talked to Shawn about this? He's going to flip."
"No, but he will have to get over it." Stephanie said as she stood up, fixing her suit. "Kayley Michaels, welcome to the WWE-meet your new team mates."
I looked at Randy, Ted, and Cody and then back at Stephanie and Hunter. Hunter still looked to be in shock. I knew once the shock faded-he would have a lot to say. He always does. Randy cleared his throat and made me look at him again. My eyes turned a darker shade of blue as my emotion changed, the glare I was wearing was going to become permanent I swear. My eyes started to dilate and focus on Randy, who was now standing in front of me, pushing a t-shirt into my hands as he looked down on me.
"Welcome to Legacy, Michaels."