Shawn was standing in the doorway of his bosses lockerroom. John was sitting on the bench. He noticed Shawn ans stood up and walked over to him. "Shawn, close the door. I have something to say to you", he said, waiting for Shawn to close the door. He did as he was told and Bradshaw resumed.

"Shawn, you were 10 seconds late. Now what have I told you about that?" Bradshaw questioned Shawn. "To not be fashionably late?" Shawn joked. John was not amused. He pulled Shawn's shirt, forcing him to bring his face to his. "I told you about this. I will punish you later for that." Shawn groaned. "But for now, you remember tonights game plan, right?" John questioned him again.

How could he NOT forget? Bradshaw wanted Shawn to be pinned by him at the Fatal Four way match tonight. He been drilling this into Shawns head for a while now.

"... I remember... but, I-I don't really want to do it." Shawn stuttered.
John forced him to the lockers, listening intently to the sound of the smaller man slam against the lockers. "Oh, Shawn," he paused to slam Shawn into the locker again. "You WILL be pinned by me, and I SHALL become the new number one contender for the championship. AND THERE'S NOT A DAMN THING ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH THAT COULD STOP ME!", he shouted into Shawn's ear. "Do you understand?" he said more calmly.

Unstead of getting another reward of getting slammed against cold metal, Shawn said what Bradshaw wanted to hear.

"Yes sir. I-I understand." Shawn spat.
"You better, or it is your ass Shawn." John said as he  slammed Shawn against the lockers once more.
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Hunter seemingly stood there, eavesdropping on Shawn and Bradshaw, listening to Shawn being thrashed against the cold steel. After that third slam, something on Hunter's side of the lockerroom fell. He covered his mouth in suprise and gasped.