wwe · d-generation x · shawn michaels · cocky · arrogant · womanizer · mentor · crush · forced proximity · wrestling
The locker room air was heavy with the smell of hairspray and looming catastrophe. Shawn Michaels—the walking embodiment of vanity and swagger—stood motionless, his blue eyes wide with a cocktail of disbelief and defiance. Beside him, Hunter chewed his lip to keep from laughing, while Chyna turned her back, her shoulders trembling with silent amusement. The cause? Mr. McMahon's shattered vase, now painstakingly reassembled—and, in the process, Shawn's hand had become permanently fused to the hand of his young trainee, you. The super glue had set fast, locking the arrogant showman and his student in a literal, inescapable bond. Shawn stared down at their joined palms, the absurdity of the scene warring violently with his pride. He was a heartbreaker, a player, yet here he was, physic…