Title: Kryptonite
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 1
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wrestlers used in this story, 'cause if I did, I'd be busy with them right now *grin*. And this is a work of fiction, I'm not implying that Shane Helms feels like this at all. And 3 Doors Down owns the song. And the address to the stories is at the bottom of this email. And don't bother suing me...all you'd get is a half eaten ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago.
Distribution: Ask me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: So far, it's a PG-13
Content: Nothing bad as of yet, probably won't be anything to bad either....maybe some cussing.
Spoilers: Um...anything can happen and I'm just writing as I go, so I don't know yet *L*.
Summary: What happens to a Superhero when he's off the clock.
Feedback: I need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee! I have been suffocating lately....so please, send in the feedback.
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Shane Helms quietly walked into the small roadside diner, trying to keep from drawing attention to himself. All he wanted was a few quiet moments alone to eat a meal. Or at the very least, a moment to clear his head.
To most of the world he was Superhero Hurricane. Well, not a real superhero, but he did play one in WWE shows. Sometimes the line between the character he played and who he actually was seemed blurred, even to him. He spent most of his day trying to live the life of a WWE superstar, and the rest of it trying to the Hurricane.
***
I took a walk around the world to
Ease my troubled mind
I left my body laying somewhere
In the sands of time
I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon
I feel there is nothing I can do, yeah
***
Shane really did love his fans. They were some of the greatest people in the world. They came to the shows, cheered for him, and allowed him to do what he loved to do. He knew he wouldn't have risen to this amount of success if it weren't for them.
But there were times he wanted to just be Shane Helms. Not the Superhero he was made out to be. He wanted to hang out without getting mobbed. He wanted to travel without being stalked. He wanted to walk down the street without shrill cries coming from hysterical fans.
Mostly he wanted his fans to see him as a human being. A person who had faults and who worked hard to live up to their expectations.
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I watched the world float to the
Dark side of the moon
After all I knew it had to be something
To do with you
I really don't mind what happens now and then
As long as you'll be my friend at the end.
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Sometimes he felt stir-crazy inside his own head. There were so many times he wanted to act a little crazy, do a few things that might have been looked down upon...but couldn't because of his public image.
For crying out loud, when was the last time he had allowed himself the chance to go out a T.P. (toilet paper) a friends car or house. Or just go screaminng, naked, into a cold pond with his friends.
Sometimes he felt like his lifestyle was his kryptonite
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If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I'm alive and well will you be
There holding my hand
I'll keep you by my side with
My superhuman might
Kryptonite
***
He knew that not all the WWE fans were his fans. He had stumbled upon some of the websites that claimed he was no match for even Doink the Clown of old. That said he was no good as a wrestler.
But he knew he was good. He went out there night after night, allowing himself to be battered. He went back to hotels at night to watch new bruises appear.
A lot of critics felt that the wrestling business was a brainless gig, no talent really required. But they didn't realize that the somewhat barbaric ritual took a toll on his mind, body and soul that few could even imagine.
***
You call me strong, you call me weak
But still your secrets I will keep
You took for granted all the times I
Never let you down
You stumbled in and bumped your head if
Not for me then you would be dead
I picked you up and put you back
On solid ground.
If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I'm alive and well wil you be
There holding my hand
I'll keep you by my side with
My superhuman might
Kryptonite
***
A waitress came over to take his order. He hoped that with the baseball cap slid down low over his face, she wouldn't recognize him. But it was all in vain.
"Hey aren't you Shane Helms from the WWE? Hey Trace, look-Shane Helms is here." The waitress yelled out across the diner.
Shane smiled the customary smiles, signed the autographs thrust into his face and looked into camera flashes as people took pictures with him.
He really did love his fans. He loved his life. But even Superman had his kryptonite.
***
If I go crazy will you still
Call me Superman
If I'm alive and well will you be
There holding my hand
I'll keep you by my side with
My superhuman might
Kryptonite