I cringe when he finds that stupid movie on TV. It’s one of his favorites. He’s made me watch it over and over again. I can probably recite the dialog better than the actors at this point. Don’t laugh, I know, I’m Michael Shawn Hickenbottom, aka, Shawn Michaels the icon, the showstoppa, the main event, and I can recite from memory every line of Grease 2. I don’t feel so bad though, thanks to Shannon, Mark Calloway can recite every line of Willy Wonka, but I’m getting off track here. He’s been whining that he’s bored all night long, and since I know the movie so well, I excuse myself to go upstairs for a little while.

Just when the time is right, you know when Michelle Pfeiffer is getting ready to sing that song, I walk downstairs. Oh did I mention that all I had on was a pair of chaps and one of my old hats, and I mean that’s all I had on. I stand in the door way and wait for my cue. When I hear that all to familiar guitar riff, I strut into the room and stand right in front of the TV, blocking Shane’s view. He looks intrigued, until I start dancing and singing to the music. Yep, it’s just me and Michelle singing about this guy on a motorcycle. I thought it was appropriate since Shane had just went out and bought himself that Harley. He’s laughing so hard he about fell off the couch as I sing.

If you really want to know
What I want in a guy...
Well, I'm lookin' for a dream on a mean machine
With hell in his eyes.
I want a devil in skin tight leather,
And he's gonna be wild as the wind.
And one fine night, I'll be holdin' on tight...

I can’t believe that I’m standing here doing this. I moved from San Antonio, Texas to Cameron, North Carolina to stand in front of a TV and sing songs to Shane. Hey, that’s what love will do to you. I still remember the night that he got that damn thing too. I was on my way home from some autograph signing that I had in Fayetteville. I hit the garage door opener and there he was sitting on the damn thing, and the look on his face told me everything I needed to know. He was in the mood. Well, I guess the fact that he was sitting on a Harley Davidson motorcycle butt ass naked could’ve tipped me off, but no, it was the look in his eye.

I got out of the car, not even bothering to shut it off. Thank God we live out in the country where there’s no neighbors for miles, because we didn’t even take time to close the garage door. By the end of the night, I couldn’t have told you how the bike ran, but I could tell you it had some pretty good shocks on it, if you know what I mean.

To a coooool rider, a coooool rider.
If he's cool enough,
He can burn me through and through.
Whhoa ohhhh
If it takes forever,
Then I'll wait forever.
No ordinary boy,
No ordinary boy is gonna do.
I want a rider that's cool.

It wasn’t until the next night that I finally got my first ride on it. Well my first ride, where the bike was actually moving forward anyway. I have to admit that he handles that thing like a pro. Mark must have taught him, since he’s moved here from Texas too, to be with Shannon. I don’t know what it is about Texas guys moving to North Carolina to be with the men they love. I think it’s some kind of voodoo spell they put over us, but whatever it is, I’m glad to be trapped.

Shane’s still laughing at me. You might think this would hurt my feelings, but did I mention that I had every dance step memorized too? Probably not, but hey, that’s our little secret right? Oh if you haven’t seen this movie, just rent it sometime and catch the scene I’m talking about. Let’s just say it’s not the coolest dancing ever done, so I don’t mind that he’s laughing. Besides, his laughter can brighten up any room.

That's the way it's gonna be,
And that's the way that I feel.
I want a whole lot more than the boy next door,
I want hell on wheels.
Just give me a fine motorcycle,
With a man growin' out of the seat.
And move aside, cause I'm gonna ride...

He’s stopped laughing now. I guess that could be because I’ve stopped the stupid dance routine and started dancing a little more sensual. As sensual as you can to this song anyway. I’m stalking over to him, and removing what little cloths I have on in the process. By the time I get to him, I’m completely naked, but still singing. He’s on the edge of his seat, so I push him back against the couch and straddle him.

I don't want no ordinary guys,
Comin' on strong to me.
They don't know what I'm lookin' for,
They don't know what I need.
They're gonna know when he gets here,
Cause the crowd will be shakin'.
I'll do anything to let him know,
That I'm his, his for the takin'.

As I sing that last part I start to unbutton the shirt he has on. I’m running my fingers down his chest, tweaking his nipples as I go.

I want a coooooool rider,
A cool, cool, cool, cool rider.
I want a coooooool rider,
A cool, cool, cool, cool rider.
I want a C-O-O-L R-I-D-E-R.
I need a C-O-O-L R-I-D-E-R.

By the time the song was over I had him wiggling out of his jeans. We’ve done this so many times that even lube at this point is the last thing on our minds. He reaches for the remote and turns the TV off. With no noise in the room, I hear that his breathing has already sped up a little. “Well, Shane, I said I wanted a cool rider.” I say as I lean down and catch his lips in a passionate kiss.

“Michael, with the position you’re in, I’m gonna be singing this song to you next time.” That’s all Shane said, as he slipped into me with one precision movement. The rest of the night our bodies were tangled in passion. I think I just gained a new respect for that movie.