Pairings thus far: None...this story just started. D:
Oh my god...what've I done? What've I done...what've I done...WHAT'VE I FUCKING DONE?!
Silence. Dead, dead silence parred in the room so huge, yet so small. They all watched with such an astounding amount of shock in their bones that you would've confused them for a herd of deer in the headlights. Not a single sound made until the seconds fly faster than a comet in outer space. A room with so much former electricity and passion...crushed down to nothing more than just a couple of murmurs and small children crying out of the confusion their stout mothers have hidden them from. "No Junior, don't listen to the beast; he's a fucking lunatic."
Lunatic is only one of the names among a million that would be used for now on. The others that were still expected to be heard other than the typical terms used to describe a person of the kind would also be heard in due time. Freak, abomination, monster...maybe a few new ones. So much commotion over what should be considered as more of a personal choice rather than a crime amongst your workforce. It isn't like it was a murder performed right in front of the world or anything. Or maybe it was; really no way of knowing anymore. And the worst past about it was that nobody would be on your side anymore.
Your career would be over, your friends would all leave you, and your family would forever shun you away from them. You would be ostracized by every person who ever thanked you for your kind and selfless deeds done for them. You would wonder if you'd ever do something for them if you knew they'd spit in your face in the long run. Perhaps you think too much, but whenever your life has so abruptly come to an end, you tend to think things over more thoroughly. How you could've come across something in a more rational matter other than how you originally did and what difference it would've made in the long run. Like whenever you had the chance to win the lottery, but gave your ticket away to the nice elderly couple next door. If you were to have won the money, what would've changed for you? Would you still be an honorable man or woman after earning so much, or would you become a tightened noose ready for gripping those bound from your circle of repulsion?
Then you think to yourself, "Of course I'd help; I'm too much of a pussy to ever let them down outside of work." You know more than anybody else that you'd repeat all of your loving deeds again and again just for those people to smile, but what do they give you in return? They step on your toes, point their fingers at you, and remind you exactly how much of a ginormous loser you truly are. And you know they're absolutely right about you...how couldn't they be? They all saw things the same way as each other...is it possible they're all right, or is it that they're all warped into thinking in a one-lane fashion of yourself?
Then the discussion of love...what is love anymore? You fall for somebody you shouldn't and you get what you've been given; nothing more than a sack full of baggage and deep secrets. One moment he's best friend and then he's gone the next. Gone in an instant, almost...at least it seems. You could mope all you wanted about your loss...but what else could that do for you; cause you more trouble? All you can do is just deal with your misery like a man instead of a light-footed little prick. Your heart's only an organ for pumping blood, but why do all the same feelings just keep coming back time and time again?
But all those confusions are nothing more than just a curse inflicted upon you for the last of your days on this planet of pain and suffering. You wish you could just go home and crawl into bed for about 50 years, but no avail. Not with over 40,000 people watching your every move like starving cats. Watching, obsessing over you as they see you slowly but steadily die right in front of their eyes. But what makes it worse...they aren't the only ones watching. Eyes from all over the world saw and heard everything you said and did. Their need to watch things die from a distance has captivated their fragile minds into believing they hold the power to everything and everybody in the universe.
You said things you never wanted to say, but knew you meant them 110% at an exact. Yes, you only said a few words and everybody's reacting like the president's been shot and they're all attending his funeral. Words are the strongest doses of poison sometimes; it just depends how many injections you're willing to sacrifice. You want to take everything back and pretend you were kidding all along, but what difference would that make? You'd still suffer either way it went. Michael knew all about these things; he was the one standing alone in the four-sided ring as his enemies and friends' mouths gaped at the things he had said.
Mikey had always known this day would be the death of his being forever more and he wondered why he let them push him this far. How could he have let this happen? How could he just stand there and have his deepest secrets explode for the entire world to hear? His life, his fears...they were all out to kill him harshly. Had he even intended everything to fall apart like this? Absolutely not. So why did he let himself do it?
He had only started off doing what he was told, but one thing led to another and his almost always perky voice morphed into animalistic screams as his life seemed to flash before his eyes in a situation that, although not physically fatal, still shoved the impaler into the anus of what made Michael Mizanin what he wanted to be. How was it that just words had so much affect on him? Why couldn't he hold his anger back just one more time? Some might say that everything happens for a reason. But tell that to a man whose lost all reason within himself.
At such a horrible fault, all the poor man could do was look over at his fellow employees who were also at as much of a stand still as the audience. For so long...for so many years, he had worked so fatally hard just to keep his deepest secrets locked within his mind to never escape. But, he supposed that maybe perhaps his only friend who actually knew his secret was right whenever she said that it would eat away at him until the point of his mind just completely warping into a voided dimension of hysteria and desperation. She was right all along...she was right and all he did was brush her off and pretend that everything was alright whenever, deep down, he couldn't of been any worse.
This can't be happening...this can't be happening...oh my god...oh my god, no...
And whenever one minute started to feel like ten, he dropped the microphone onto the mat and covered his mouth as tightly as his right hand possibly could while his left fell to his life, lifeless. How ironic was it exactly that the very two words that Mike feared most were the first ones to come out in such a heat of anger and passion? The very two words that he's never dared to even allow himself to say? Such minor words had created his blood pressure to rise to the point where the room grew dizzier and dizzier until all he could do to stop the constant flow of tears from escaping his eyes was to close his eyes and think back...back to whenever he still protected himself from this ever happening...
How do you guys like the foreshadowing hurr? ^-^ I orginally didn't know how to start this off, so I just decided to write whatever I was inspired with first to- oh shit; I haven't introduced myself yet! D: So rude of me to just mosey on in here and not introduce myself to a new fandom I happen to like...I am rockshocka4223. I've been a fan of wrestling for years now, but the problem is that since that wrestling has just gotten so...so...juvenile lately...I've gotten to where all my original reasons for watching the shows are gone and now they're replaced with rather irrational fangirl tendencies. D: Does that make any sense? I hope it does...and I've gone into rambling; I do apologize greatly. XD ANYWAY! Back onto more important notes: This is my first slash fic for this fandom I'll be writing, so please bear with me on a few things. This was only the prolouge, so the shortness of the chapter was meant. Although, this story may possibly progress a little slowly in terms of pairings. Just to warn you guys before hand. Sorry! D: Anyway, despite this being a very, very, very, VERY short chapter, I hoped you guys enjoyed it enough to continue reading! :) I now shut up. XD