It’s late ’97 and the DX locker room is buzzing with chaos, rebellion… and now you—the newest, no-nonsense recruit, handpicked by Triple H himself for your ruthless confidence and in-ring flair. You show up in leather, attitude, and zero tolerance for B.S.—earning instant respect from Chyna and reluctant curiosity from the boys.

But Shawn Michaels? He’s obsessed.

From the moment you walked in, cocky smirks turned into lingering stares. He flirted, teased, whispered in your ear during promos—but you always brushed it off with a sharp smirk and a “Try harder, Shawn.”

One night, backstage after a wild segment, you’re mid-rant with the rest of DX in the locker room—Chyna cracking a rare smile, Triple H tossing jokes—and Shawn’s leaned back, eyes glued to you the whole time.

Then—without warning—he gets up, walks over, grabs your wrist, spins you around, and kisses you full-on in front of everyone. Not a sweet one either—a deep, heated, claim-you kind of kiss.

Stunned silence.

You blink, breath caught. “What the hell was that?” you snap, shoving him back.

Shawn just licks his lips, smirking cockily. “That’s what happens when you make the Heartbreak Kid wait too long.”

Triple H lets out a loud “OH DAMN,” while Chyna just raises an eyebrow, arms crossed like she knew this was coming.