MvM: A Day in the Life of a Shawn Michaels Fanatic!

"A fan knows all there is to know, he or she comes to the fight with a fist full of knowledge and the shining dagger of truth...

A fanatic abandons all sense of logic and reason
and comes to the fight with nothin' but a neon banner and a fist full of prozac!!!"-Andrea Claire

There are a lot of wrestlers out there, that I love watching, who I give the utmost respect to, and who I love dearly.

Most of you may know that Shawn Michaels is my favorite out of them all. I truly respect his passion to entertain us. I love how he gives us his all. I will always defend him. I will always be there by his side.

When there's a Wrestlemania with HBK on the card, I will be sure to watch.

I hate it when Shawn's gone, because then, Raw fails.

I already wrote a tribute article on him a while back.

But all this, this is just me on the outside.

Because when it really comes to Shawn Michaels, I'm just a MANIAC.....

7:30 a.m.-The Usual Routine

"I'm just a sexy boy, sexy boy, I'm not your—" I turn off my alarm clock from going any further...

...so that I can finish it, "toy, boy toy, I'm just a sexy boy!"

I try to get up, but I'm too lazy.

I bring together all my energy and motivation, and I kip up out of bed...unsuccessfully. But I'm up and I'm headed to brush my teeth.

Soon I'm headed downstairs, randomly doing crotch chops on the way.

"What. Are. You. Doing?" Oops, I didn't know my mom was right there...

While I'm eating breakfast, my dad asks me if I wanna go to the Smackdown house show the next day. Yeah, 'cause I wanna see Batista trip over Rey's puny head and hurt himself again.

"No Thanks, dad. I'd rather go to a RAW Show!"

I then get ready to go to school.

DX Wristbands? Check.
Shawn Michaels T-Shirt? Check.
Shawn Michaels Backpack? Check.
Shawn Michaels...hmm...what else do I own of Shawn Michaels? Guess I'm all set.

Then I dance all the way to my bus stop...until my bus actually gets there.

3:00 p.m.-Going Online

So I'm back from school, got something to eat, and sat down in front of my laptop.

Looking at DX as my background while waiting for my internet to start loading, I think about what I should do online.

I go to Bleacher Report. What else can I do to make my profile page awesome? Cool pic? Check.

Favorite Athletes...hmm...Shawn Michaels...oh, they said athletes with a 's'. Then I guess I'll put in The Heartbreak Kid. Maybe Mr. Wrestlemania. The Icon. The Showstopper. And I'll stop there. Wait, actually I'll also add The Headliner. He's pretty good. And also The Main Event. That's good enough.

Favorite Sports Teams? Shawn Michaels. Gretzky or Orr? Umm...Shawn Michaels? Heck, let's put Shawn Michaels for all of these questions. I mean he is way better than any of these people. I've never even heard of them. Why is there a Shawn Michaels or Shawn Michaels question?

What else do I do? Hittheropes.com it is. After going to forceofwrestling.com first. But that's only after I check out ring-rap.com. (Shameless plug? Check.)

Hulk Hogan signs with TNA, along with Eric Bischoff? That's great.
Booker T coming to the WWE? Who is he again?
Batista injured again? No surprises there.
When will Edge be back? Yawn. Who cares?
Jeff might be innocent! I couldn't care less.

Obviously, there's nothing interesting tonight. I surf the net, check my email, the usual...I come back again. Still nothing interesting, until I go to wrestling-radio.com

Shawn Michaels Vs. John Cena Vs. Triple H for the WWE Championship.

SHAWN MICHAELS! HE'S GOING AFTER THE TITLE. HE'S FRIGGIN IN THE MAIN EVENT...HOW LONG HAVE I WAITED FOR THIS TO HAPPEN?

5:00 p.m.-Hanging Out With (Stupid) Amigo

I get a phone call. And no, it's not Sexy Boy playing as my ringtone, it's Break It Down.

Anyway, my friend invites me to come over. So I get ready. What shirt do I wear today? I pick out a really good looking, handsome shirt that represents what all men should be like. Need I mention who's on it?

I go to his place.

"Dude, do you have any other shirts, at all?"

I ignore him. What does he know?

"You probably don't know much about anything in the WWE besides Shawn."

"Of course I do, try me."

"Who was Hulk Hogan's opponent at Wrestlemania 3?"

"That's easy...umm...don't you have any Shawn Michaels questions?"

"Who did he face off at Wrestlemania 12?"

"Ummm...well I know it was Match of the Year. I mean it was Wrestlemania. Why wouldn't it be? But I can't remember his opponent's name. What's his name again?"

"Bret Hart"

"Oh yeah."

"Shawn Michaels screwed him up at Montreal too!"

"Oh yeah, you mean where Shawn won the title?"

"Yeah, by cheating."

"But he won the title right?"

"Yeah but he cheated him out of it."

"But he won the title!"

Dumbass. More arguments were soon to come my way, later on in the day.

7:00 p.m.-Homework

Homework time. Joy.

I take out my books from my backpack.

"Mom, I'm doing Math first, I need you for translation."

Okay, here goes nothing:

5(x-1) = 4. Huh? Shawn didn't do that great in school. And neither should I.

Mom: Ok, let's start. If Shawn won the World Heavyweight belt. the WWE Champion belt, The United States belt, The Intercontinental belt and the ECW belt, how many would that be?

Me: Five?

Mom: Yep. Now if he won them all once this year, then he's held five championships this year. But when he's the United States championship, The Miz comes out and steals it. So how many belts does he have now?

Me: Four.

Mom: Very good. You're improving.

Me: It's getting easier now that we have Mr. Howard teaching us. I just might not need you anymore.

Oh and did you know Shawn Michaels is fighting for the championship at Survivor Series this month?

9:00 p.m.-Arguments

So I'm talking to my friend (not really), John H. on the phone.

Me: I can't wait. I bet you that the triple threat match with Shawn in it will be the match of the night. Who was he facing again?

John: You mean those crap wrestlers, Triple H and Cena?

Me: Yeah, whoever they are, Shawn's gonna be the CHAMPION!

John: I'd rather see CM Punk in the title picture instead of Jericho or Big Show.
I mean, the WWE is misusing him very badly. He is the best wrestler on Smackdown today.

Me: Yeah, who cares?

John: I do. But whatever happens, John Morrison will steal the show.

Me: I thought you said Punk was the greatest.

John: But John Morrison is better than Shawn Michaels. But then again, Randy might steal the show. I mean, he has after all, surpassed Bret Hart.

Me: I don't know any of the people you just mentioned. But let me tell you, no one is better than Shawn.

John: Listen to you, Jaun. Shawn's only the first grand slam champion. He's never won more than 4 World Title Reigns. He's only gotten a few match of the years. The people love him blindly. John Morrison though, he has awesome hair. His pants are sexy. Did you ever see his abs? He is better than HBK. He will win more titles than him.

Me: Shawn Michaels is Shawn Michaels. There will be no one like him. I dont care about his hair, abs or pants. Shawn is the most charismatic, sexie—wait, most entertaining person in the WWE today. Heck he's the only person I know from the WWE. Best In-ring performer. Best speaker on the mic. Best at everything.

John: Listen to—

Me: *static sound* Umm, I can't hear you, I gotta go. Bye.

I wasn't gonna just sit there and argue with him uselessly.

10:30 p.m.-The Usual Routine (Night Time)

It's time to call it a night.

I make sure everything's set. I read the preview for next week's Raw just to get ready. Apparently ECW's tonight. Not that I care, really.

I wonder what I'll do when I meet Shawn Michaels one day. Oh yes, I definitely will meet him...one day.

Then I brush my teeth. I dance my way to bed. I sleep on my HBK pillow.

"I have to make Shawn a hall of famer by tomorrow on SvR," I wonder. I read my notebook filled with Shawn Michaels quotes, all his nicknames, and match of the years.

I hold it to my heart while falling asleep, looking at Shawn Michaels' life size cardboard cut out right next to me.

Then I think about finishing this slideshow tomorrow. Who cares if it's funny, I think. As long as it has Shawn in it. All my pictures will have Shawn in it. It will be ultra cool.

Finally, I'm asleep. My usualy snoring sounds take over. My brother tells me that it sounds like I'm chanting H-B-K. I snore proudly.

Tomorrow, it's a whole new day. Same routine, just a little more crazier, wackier and weirder. And I get one step closer to reaching the level of insanity............

........Oh and by the way, didn't you guys hear? Shawn Michaels is in the WWE Championship match. SHAWN MICHAELS!!!!! HE'S GOING TO BE THE CHAMPION! MY PRAYER HAS COME TRUE!