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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Kimberly was just your average school girl; nothing really exciting about her. She was twenty years old, a college student, an inspiring lawyer. Yeah, ok. So maybe she wasn’t at all that average. Really, how many small town country girls went to college and actually turned out to be lawyers in this day and age? Kimberly sighed as she closed her text book and shut down her computer. She had just finished typing her paper about the Due Process Clause; 9pm and it was time to meet Brit for RAW.

“Shawn, I think you need to take some time off. I’ll admit that I love having you back in the ring, but if you continue to work yourself to death, then there will be no you left to enjoy.”
“Vince, I’m fine. My body aches no more or no less than any other wrestler…well, I think Jeff may hurt more than me,” he joked.
“Hey…I don’t…you’re right. My side hurts like hell,” Jeff said while rubbing his right side.
“And yet you’ll do something else crazy tonight like jump from a 20ft ladder onto the announcement table,” Vince said lightly.
“You know, I think that’s already been done.” He did a sidelong glance towards Shawn. “Shawn, does that ring a bell somewhere in that old head of yours?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Shawn answered curtly. “Anyway, I think it’s almost time for my match against Jericho. Vince, I’ll think about it but I’m making no promises.”
After the match, Shawn went to the locker room to wash up. His body was aching like hell, especially his back. He was pretty sure that it wasn’t too serious, but he decided to let his match next week against Chris to end in a DQ with him being badly injured. That way, he could take a much needed vacation. Vince was right about him needing the vacation, but in reality, he didn’t want to take it. Not now anyway. His marriage was falling apart and he was hanging on by a thread. It’s not that he didn’t love his wife because he truly loved her with everything his heart had to offer, but lately, things were shaky. His wife was constantly complaining about him being on the road so much even though it was she that convinced him to return to the ring. Then to make matters worse, she would constantly walk around with an attitude when went home for short breaks. Shawn let out a sigh. He didn’t know what to do or what was going to happen. He put on some clothes and headed off to Vince’s office.

“So aren’t you even the least bit excited about going to Florida?" Brittney asked anxiously. Brittney was Kimberly’s beat friend and wrestling buddy. They would hang out every Monday night and watch wrestling in the student union. No one dared bothered them during RAW unless they wanted to die.
“Well, yeah, but…I don’t know.”
“Well, you know that you need to go. School has been stressing you out and you need to get away and just chill.”
“Yeah, but why can’t you go with me? Come on, I’m begging you for heaven’s sake!”
“No, I can’t. I have to work and you need some time alone. Look, you’ve had a tough semester taking all those hours and let’s not even go there about that shit-head of an ex-boyfriend of yours. I still can’t believe how insensitive he is!” Brittney said angrily.
“Yeah, well, sometimes I wonder why I even bothered.”
“So all the more reason for you to get away…ALONE…and maybe meet some hot guys! It’s Florida! Fun in the sun. What happens in Florida, stays in Florida,” she said slyly.
“Um…Brit, I do believe that saying comes from Vegas.”
“Yeah, so? It’s still a good saying and it can apply to people- single people- vacationing in Florida. So when will you be back?”
“Oh…well, I was thinking of staying only a week.”
“ONLY A WEEK! ARE YOU SERIOUS? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE SHITTIN ME!”
“Well, I mean…”
“You have a month before your next semester starts. I would take at least two weeks to bask in the sun. Sheesh. But you do what you want. I am just happy that you’re going to go. Have fun and do everything I would do,” she said jokingly.
“Sure thing hun. Anyway, I gotta go get packing. My ride will be here in another hour or so and you know how my dad is.”
“Yeah, ok. Catch you later. Call me when you get to the hotel.”
“I will. Later.”

Jeff finished his match and made his way to the back. Boy what a night he thought. His body was killing him from that last ladder match. He knew he should not have went through that table, but he couldn’t resist. His body was killing him. He knew that by doing crazy things like that, he was putting his body on the line, but it was all worth it in the end because the fans in New Orleans went nuts! He smiled at his thoughts as he hobbled to the back. Before he reached the locker, he saw Shawn coming out of Vince’s office.
“Jeff, man, you look beat.”
“Yeah, well, screw you. You try jumping from a 20ft ladder through an announcement table!” he said hotly.
“Ha ha, yeah well, been there done that. Why do you think I haven’t done it lately? Just ice your back and you’ll be fine. You’re a tough kid. You can handle it.”
“Kid, huh?”
“Well, you’re a lot younger than me. Anyway, I think i'm gonna take Vince up on that offer. My back is hurting…No don’t look at me like that. It’s not career ending, but after tonight’s match with Chris, I decided better safe than sorry,” he replied grimly.
“But…you don’t sound too thrilled about it.”
“Yeah, well…I don’t know if I am in the mood to deal with…things.” He didn’t want to tell Jeff about his wife, especially since he wasn’t all that sure what was going on either.
“Hmmm…have you decided where you’re going?”
“Huh?” Shawn asked curiously.
“On vacation! I mean seriously, you weren’t actually thinking about going home were you? It’s an all expenses paid vacation! You should go somewhere and kick back. You know Shawn, for an old guy, you can be a little dense at times.”
“Yeah, but I need to spend some quality time with my wife and son. A possible full month off…I just can’t not go home and…”
“Shawn, who says she has to know you’re on vacation?”
“Jeff, I don’t want to deceive my wife. It’s wrong.”
“Okay, okay. I forgot that you’re walking the straight and narrow now. Why don’t you go somewhere for the first half of your vacation. You know, to clear your head and relax. Then use the second half to spend time with your family. That way, you aren’t deceiving her. You can tell her the truth. Vince gave you time off. You’re going somewhere to relax and get you back checked out and then you’ll be home. Simple as that.”
Shawn stood there for a second and thought about what Jeff said. It didn’t seem like a bad idea. He could see no reason why his wife would protest to him getting away and then he had the option of spending more or less time with his family after the trip. “Thanks Jeff. I think I will do that. You’re a lifesaver.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just behave yourself on your trip. Don’t do anything I would do. Oh…hey…wait…” Shawn stopped at the door and turned around. “Where exactly are you taking this trip?”
“Uh…well, I’m not really sure yet man. I can’t leave the country so I need to stay in the states in case of schedule changes and things. Any suggestions?” Jeff sat down on a bench and proceeded to think.
“Well, I know where I’d go,” Jeff said with a smirk.
“Where? Vegas? You know I can’t do that. I don’t gamble,” he said with a frown.
“No, I was talking about Florida. Miami to be exact. I bet you there are tons of beautiful ladies there…Not to mention the beaches are wicked! Plus, they have awesome seafood and the spas are unbelievable!”
“So you’ve been there?”
“No, but Matt used to go all the time. He’s got a story for every pic,” Jeff said with a wicked smile.
“I probably don’t even want to know. Anyway, I gotta run. If I hurry, I can catch an early plane and get there by midnight tonight. Later J.”
“Later.”
Kimberly’s dad arrived about an hour later and soon they were off to Florida. They made a few short stops along the way and a few hours later they finally arrived in Miami. Kimberly’s dad pulled his Benz into the parking lot of the Hyatt hotel.
“Alright sweets, well, you’re already checked in. The bell hop is on his way out here to get your things. You’re not staying in a suite but it doesn’t really matter. All the rooms here are nice, which is why it’s so expensive. You’re staying here at least two weeks and I don’t want any complaints. I didn’t spend my money for nothing.”
“Whatever you say dad.” The bell hop arrived shortly after their brief conversation and started to load her things.
“Alright sweetie, have a great time. Call me when you’re ready to go back home, just make sure you give me the heads up. I have a business to run you know.”
“Sure thing dad.” He hugged her good bye then drove off into the night.
“Follow me please miss,” the bell hop commanded. When they reached the entrance of the Hyatt, Kimberly was amazed at what she saw. It was beautiful. They finally went inside and it was red carpet all over the floor. A huge, golden chandelier ball hung from the ceiling and mini chandeliers in rows next to it. There was a huge meeting area on the left where it looked as though some rich stockbrokers were having an argument. On the right was a ballroom where some important names were having a party and dancing the night away in their evening wear.
“Um, miss? Your room is on the 8th floor. Right this way madam.” The bell hop led her into a huge elevator made of glass and they made their way to the eight floor.
“Your room number is 394. If you need help unpacking just give me a ring. Everything you need should be in the room and if there’s anything missing please don’t hesitate to call the desk.” He gave her the keys and was off.
Kimberly spent the first twenty minutes or so admiring the room. It was huge with crimson, red carpet that was softer than she would have imagined. Her bed was a huge, queen sized one made with what she assumed to be maple mood. It was smoother than butter. To her right was a huge bathroom that had a marble shower to die for. It also has a interesting looking sink and toilet that she was sure she’d never be able to afford on her own. The bathtub was huge and had it’s own bubble turner that released different colored bubble bath. There was also a plasma TV, a small, microwave toaster oven, and a small fridge. There was a recliner in one corner of the room next to a huge, mahogany lamp and stand. On the stand was a list of numbers that included room service among other things. Kimberly smiled to herself. She was starting to think that she’d actually enjoy herself after all.

Shawn finished packing his things and then drove off to the airport. He had called his wife after talking with Jeff to let her know he was going to Florida for a while. To his surprise she wasn’t upset. She seemed to think it was a good idea for him to take some time off away from the business and family. Shawn smiled as he got on the plane. He was ready to get a little R&R. Even though he was alone he was certain that nothing could possibly make go wrong. After all, what trouble could he possibly get into while relaxing at a hotel full of rich snobs?
When Shawn arrived at the airport, a limo was waiting to pick him up courtesy of Mr. McMahon. He was going to be staying at the Hyatt for his vacation. When he arrived at the hotel, as expected, he was greeted by a bunch of bell hops and helpers including the hotel manager himself.
“Mr. Michaels, if there’s anything you need, anything I can do for you please let me know.”
“Yes, actually, there is something you can do for me. Please do not let anyone now who I am except your closest workers. I am here on vacation and I don’t want people stalking me nor do I want to have to take pictures and sign autographs. That’s what book signings are for. Anyway, I hope my room is up high.”
“It’s on the 8th floor room 400. It’s a suite and I hope that’s alright. Mr.Mcmahon request sir,” the manager replied humbly. “There aren’t many people staying on that floor. Just two retired couples and a college student on vacation. You shouldn’t be disturbed at all sir.”
“Yes, that’s fine.”
“You can go on up to your room. We will bring your things up for you sir.”
“Alrighty then. See you in a few.” Shawn went up to his room and realized that he was very tired. After his things arrived to his room, he collapsed onto the bed and fell fast asleep.

Kimberly awoke bright and early the next morning. She had left the blinds slightly open and the light from the sun was seeping in through the huge blinds. She yawned and climbed out of bed. Before she could draw a bath her phone rang. It was Brittney.
“Hel…hello?”
“Girl, guess what?!?!?!”
“What?” Kim replied sleepily.
“Did you know that WWE Raw is going to be in Miami next Monday night?”
“WHAT? No way. You’re pulling my leg.”
“Nah-uh. The tickets went on sale the other day and they still may have some left. I just thought I’d let you know so maybe you can go and possibly get a few pics of some hotties.”
“Damn! You know those tickets sell quick! There probably aren’t any more good ones left.”
“Yeah well, you should at least look online and find out. You never know; you might get lucky.”
“Oh, alright. I’ll give it a looksee, but I know there aren’t any good ones left and I don’t wanna go if I can’t see anything.”
“Just check it out. Damn. Stop doubting yourself all the time. Anyway, I gotta run. My boyfriend’s taking me shopping today.”
“Yeah, ok. And what are you giving him in return?”
“Well, he’s not like that anymore. You’ll see. He’s getting a hug and a kiss. That’s it. So, we’ll talk later?”
“Sure. Bie.” Kimberly hung up the phone and shook her head. Her best friend was about as dumb as she was when it came to guys. Kimberly sat down on the bed, took out her lap top, and looked for tickets on Ticketmaster. She was not surprised to find that all the good tickets were sold out. Figures. Kimberly soon got dressed, grabbed her keys, and headed out the door. She heard that there was a great wrestling store near the beach so that’s where she headed off to. A wrestling fan can never have too much gear she thought.

Shawn awoke the next morning after a good long sleep. He could not believe he was that tired. He didn’t even get out of his everyday clothes last night. He got up and took a nice, long, hot shower and got dressed. He combed his long hair into a pony tail and threw on some jeans and a Rated-R Superstar T then headed out the door. It was a beautiful day and what better way to start the day than a drive around Miami.
He drove around the city for about an hour looking for nice places to eat and bars. He went into a couple of shops to see if anything captured his eye. He found a wrestling store near the beach but did not go inside for fear that he might be recognized. After driving around and looking for two hours he made his way back to the hotel. He was thinking about going to the beach but he figured he’d be bored by himself. After claiming defeat, he made his way back towards the Hyatt.

Kimberly arrived back at the Hyatt slightly struggling under the pressure of her bags. She had spent an enjoyable day at the mall and came back with more than she had planned on getting. She bought three new HBK shirts and a DX hat. She also bought some John Cena tags and a Hardyz’s pendant. Not to mention the two new pair shoes and DVDs that were also weighing her down. The bell hops were no where to found for they were busy taking care of some new rich arrivals. She soon made her way to the elevator and pressed 8. Before the doors could close all the way, another guy came into the elevator.
“Could you press 8 for me? Oh, never mind. Guess we’re on the same floor,” he said with a laugh.
“Yeah, guess we are,” she said lightly.
When the elevator finally reached the 8th floor, they both got off. Shawn noticed that the girl in front of him had a great deal of stuff, most of it being wrestling gear. He smiled to himself. He never thought he’d run into a wrestling fan in this hotel full of snobs. He watched her struggle for a moment with all her things until she finally dropped all of it in the middle of the hall.
“Oh damn,” she said. Shawn laughed and then decided to give her a hand.
“Um…miss, let me help you with that. What room are you going to now?”
“Oh, um thanks but I think I can manage,” she said softly.
“It’s ok. I’m not going to take anything. Trust me, I have more wrestling stuff than I care to have.” She let out a laugh.
“Well, thank you sir. My room is only a few rooms down, room 394.”
“Oh good, not far from mine.” They walked along in silence until they reached the door. She took her key out of her bag and proceeded to open the door. As she carried one set of bags in, he noticed that most of the shirts he were holding were HBK shirts. He laughed out loud. When she came back to the door, she opened her mouth as if she were about to say thanks, but then she paused. She was just standing there staring at him.
“Uh…are you okay?,” Shawn asked with a smile. He knew what was wrong. She had finally realized who he was. He figured she would eventually after seeing all those shirts but he decided to play dumb. It was much more amusing and it wasn’t as if he had anything better to do.
“Uh…yeah, I’m fine. You just look…wow. I think the heat’s getting to me today. I uh…I like your shirt. You’re an Edge fan right?”
“Oh, yeah. I think Edge is great in the ring and he makes an excellent heel. He knows just what to say to get the crowd going.”
“Yeah, he does. None of my friends like him though, but then again, none of them really understand the art behind wrestling either.”
“So you’re a big wrestling fan huh?”
“Can’t you tell? I know you saw me struggling with all this new stuff. I went into the store today and I just couldn’t help myself.”
“Yeah, and I’m a little confused,” he replied jokingly. “Who’s your favorite wrestler? You have so many different souvenirs that it’s kinda hard to make a good guess”
“Well, I have a bunch of favorites but my all time favorite wrestler is Shawn Michaels. I think he’s just great.”
“Oh really now? Why is that?” he asked curiously.
“Well, he’s just so charismatic. How could you not like someone that cute too? Oh boy, you have got me on one of my favorite subjects. Believe me you don’t want me to go there. I’ll be here all day talking about him. Anyway, thank you for helping me out. I really appreciate it. It’s kinda hard when there are no bell hops around.”
“Yeah, I know the feeling but the snobs get first dibs on the hops. Well, I’ll be seeing you around sometime then.” Shawn smiled. She was still trying not to stare at him. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name,” he said.
“Oh, well um…It’s Kimberly,” she said nervously as she stuck out her hand.
“Nice to meet you Kimberly. My name’s Shawn”, he said with a smirk. “See you around.” He shook her hand and walked off, leaving her standing their with her mouth wide open.
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