The Course of Hate and Realization is Strong

The fans didn't cheer.
They didn't scream any names.
They just sat there.
In silence.
Dead, deafening silence.

The announcer's voice buzzed behind me. I just watched the scene from the sidelines. I sat, bewildered, at the side of the ring, the match was over, yet there was no sound. Chris Jericho's eyes locked on mine for a brief second. He was bloodied and battered. His eyes glazed over before his head fell to the mat. I couldn't stand it. I jumped to my feet quickly and ran over to him. I placed a shaking hand on the side of his face. Hot. Blistering heat. Thats what radiated off his skin where I had touched it. A tremor shook his body slightly as a bloodied hand brushed against mine. I glanced over at Shawn, his competitor; he was just as bad off as Chris, laying flat on his chest. Even I thought this had gone too far.

"Chris…Honey" I whispered, brushing a bloodied blonde strand out of his face." You need to get up, the match is over".

No answer.

"Chris" I tried again, gently brushing my pale fingers along his reddened cheek bone.

Again, no response.
Realization hit me like a truck. My eyes widened in fright. A prickle of pain hit me quickly, before tears started streaming down my cheeks. Something had gone wrong. Horribly wrong. He was supposed to get up and walk out. Both were, after they shook hands as a sign of respect. Had their hatred gotten too strong? Had they actually, physically, beaten each other to an extent of no return? I turned to Lillian, whom noticed my distress automatically, called the announcer and told him something to quickly for me to catch in my lightheaded, worried head.

"PARAMEDIC! PARAMEDIC! GET DOWN HERE NOW!" the announcer's voice was panic-stricken, he turned to Lillian and mouthed "something is wrong"
I grabbed Chris' hand and squeezed it tightly, but there was still no signs or responses from him. My heart pounded deep in my chest as the stretchers came and secured him in. They forced me to let him go. Quickly, I kissed his cold lips and they wheeled him away, disappearing behind the entrance ramps.
"I love you.." I whispered "That's all I want you to know"

As soon as he disappeared behind the ramps, I ran to Shawn's side. Unlike Chris, Shawn was awake and aware of his surroundings.

"Shawn? Shawn?" I whimpered brokenly, as I grabbed his hand and held it. "The match is over, Talk to me."

He flickered his tired eyes over to me and smiled.
"I won..."
He sounded evil, unforgiving, and almost demonic, as if he was proud of what he had done. I stiffened, letting his hand fall to his side again.

"This...This was just a match…That's it…You weren't supposed to go this far, he wasn't supposed to get this hurt...He may have deserved it..But…why Shawn!?!" I stuttered so much I barley understood myself.

Another evil laugh slipped out past his lips before his body went limp. They wheeled him away quickly. I stood there, staring at my bloodied hand, realization coursing through me. Shawn MEANT to do that; Shawn MEANT to hurt Chris that bad. That was the PLAN. I blinked, hoping it would wipe some of the coming tears away. I dashed up the ramp behind the entrance leaving silent fans completely unaware.