Summary:
What if you never got to say goodbye? If you never got to tell someone how you felt? Never got to say I'm Sorry? The collapse of a steal cage during a match that had gone beyond work leaves two wrestlers seriously injured. Will they be able to make amens before its too late???
Prologue:
"We'd like to interrupt this program to bring you some shocking news… The shocking collapse of a steal cage tonight on WWE's Smackdown has left wrestlers Billy Kidman and Rey Mysterio Jr trapped beneath a pile of twisted metal. This match was set up as a 'Friend Turned Enemy' Match and it was believed that due to real life circumstances these once best friends could barely stand the sight of each other. During the match Mysterio tried a reverse 619 that cause the cage to fall on top of these wrestlers. We will keep you up to date with their progress… Now back to the show"
REY REY's POV
Slowly I opened my eyes at first I didn't know where I was but then the murmur of the crowd reminded me, this was Smackdown and I was in a match. I tried to stand up but found that from my chest down I was trapped. I tried to remember what had happened.
^^^ (A/N: ^^^ means thoughts) Billy and I were fighting, it had gone beyond a wrestling match… it was personal… I did a reverse 619 where Billy's back was against the cage and I swung in on the inside of the ring. Then Billy and I were lying on the floor, exhausted when the ring started to sway and suddenly the steal walls crashed down on top of us. It was so sudden neither of us could move out of the way ^^^
I tried crying out for help but the beam across my chest was making it difficult to breath let alone cry out. So I did the only thing that I could do; layback down and waited. Slowly I slipped back into unconsciousness only to re-open my eyes as the great weight of the steal cage was lifted off my body. Once the weight was removed I tried sitting up only to find myself once again plagued with pain. Through general knowledge of injuries I gathered I had broken bones and possibly injured internal organs. As the paramedics rushed over my breathing was getting worse and I found that I could barely taken in the smallest amount of breath. The lack of oxygen to my brain and the rest of my body as well as the ever-increasing loss of blood caused me to once again slip into unconsciousness.
After awhile slowly my senses returned, my nose burned with the horrible smell of disinfectant, my hands lightly grasped the harsh sheets wrapped around me, my tongue tasted the cold hard tube that was in my mouth, my ears hears picked up the slow and steady beep of heart monitors and slowly ever so slowly my eyes opened and were blinded by the dead white walls of the cold hospital room. I tried to call out for my friends, my family, anyone but the tube in my mouth, that I realised was controlling my breathing, restricted any sound from escaping. I tried hitting the bed to get attention but I could barely lift my arm. My mind was screaming out for help but no one could hear me. Then I felt a hand grasp mine, I recognised the soft skin and the ring that was always worn as my wife's and I was able to relax slightly,
"Rey?" My wife whispered tried turning my head to meet her gaze but only my eyes moved,
"Rey Rey your awake" She smiled, I tried to speak but then remembered the tube in my mouth, I wanted to pull it out and throw it across the room. With all my strength and ignoring the pain I slowly pulled my hand up and tried to pull at the tube,
"Don't Rey Rey!" My wife said realizing what I was trying to do,
"You need that, it helps you breath," She said causing me to get angry, and pull at the tube harder. At that stage the doctor walked in,
"I see that you are awake Rey" I just kept pulling at the tube,
"Ok Rey, we will take the tube out but if you can't breathe on your own its going back in" The doctor said calmly. I just stared at him as if to say:
"You idiot of course I can breathe on my own I've been doing it since I was born." The doctor ignored my look and leaned across to pull the tube out. As soon as it was out I tried to take a deep breath of air only to find it as though I was underwater. I kept trying and after a few moments I felt air entering my lungs and I automatically relaxed.
"Billy?" I slowly asked finding it took all my energy saying that small word.
"Billy is ok, he was moved out of ICU a couple of days ago."
"Good… Kids?"
"The kids are waiting outside, they've made you heaps of stuff and are really worried about you"
"I… Love… You" I told my wife trying to smile.
"I love you too" She replied leaning down and kissing me gently,
"Do you want to see the kids?"
"Please" Was my reply, she quickly left to return with our two wonderful children who the second they saw me screamed and rushed over,
"Daddy your awake" My youngest said hugging me,
"Be careful of his injuries darling," My wife warned,
"Hey… kids…" I breathed still struggling to breathe on my own,
"Are you going to be ok daddy?"
"I… Think… So"
"YAY!" My children cried, then they had to leave once more and let me rest. Before my wife left I said,
"How… long?" Meaning how long was I out of it,
"Just over a week"
"Will… I… be… ok…"
"They don't know yet. You were pretty severely injured, try get some rest now" She said lightly kissing me and walking out. I watched her leave and suddenly all I wanted to do was sleep. So I closed my eyes and drifted off.
A/N: Ok so that's the first chapter. Sorry this is not going to be a Slash (Oh My Gosh I'm scared… me not writing a slash!!!) and I actually had to read my previous non-slash's (The Good Ol' Days, The Future Years, Another Day Down) to remember how to write a non-slash story!!
What if you never got to say goodbye? If you never got to tell someone how you felt? Never got to say I'm Sorry? The collapse of a steal cage during a match that had gone beyond work leaves two wrestlers seriously injured. Will they be able to make amens before its too late???
Prologue:
"We'd like to interrupt this program to bring you some shocking news… The shocking collapse of a steal cage tonight on WWE's Smackdown has left wrestlers Billy Kidman and Rey Mysterio Jr trapped beneath a pile of twisted metal. This match was set up as a 'Friend Turned Enemy' Match and it was believed that due to real life circumstances these once best friends could barely stand the sight of each other. During the match Mysterio tried a reverse 619 that cause the cage to fall on top of these wrestlers. We will keep you up to date with their progress… Now back to the show"
REY REY's POV
Slowly I opened my eyes at first I didn't know where I was but then the murmur of the crowd reminded me, this was Smackdown and I was in a match. I tried to stand up but found that from my chest down I was trapped. I tried to remember what had happened.
^^^ (A/N: ^^^ means thoughts) Billy and I were fighting, it had gone beyond a wrestling match… it was personal… I did a reverse 619 where Billy's back was against the cage and I swung in on the inside of the ring. Then Billy and I were lying on the floor, exhausted when the ring started to sway and suddenly the steal walls crashed down on top of us. It was so sudden neither of us could move out of the way ^^^
I tried crying out for help but the beam across my chest was making it difficult to breath let alone cry out. So I did the only thing that I could do; layback down and waited. Slowly I slipped back into unconsciousness only to re-open my eyes as the great weight of the steal cage was lifted off my body. Once the weight was removed I tried sitting up only to find myself once again plagued with pain. Through general knowledge of injuries I gathered I had broken bones and possibly injured internal organs. As the paramedics rushed over my breathing was getting worse and I found that I could barely taken in the smallest amount of breath. The lack of oxygen to my brain and the rest of my body as well as the ever-increasing loss of blood caused me to once again slip into unconsciousness.
After awhile slowly my senses returned, my nose burned with the horrible smell of disinfectant, my hands lightly grasped the harsh sheets wrapped around me, my tongue tasted the cold hard tube that was in my mouth, my ears hears picked up the slow and steady beep of heart monitors and slowly ever so slowly my eyes opened and were blinded by the dead white walls of the cold hospital room. I tried to call out for my friends, my family, anyone but the tube in my mouth, that I realised was controlling my breathing, restricted any sound from escaping. I tried hitting the bed to get attention but I could barely lift my arm. My mind was screaming out for help but no one could hear me. Then I felt a hand grasp mine, I recognised the soft skin and the ring that was always worn as my wife's and I was able to relax slightly,
"Rey?" My wife whispered tried turning my head to meet her gaze but only my eyes moved,
"Rey Rey your awake" She smiled, I tried to speak but then remembered the tube in my mouth, I wanted to pull it out and throw it across the room. With all my strength and ignoring the pain I slowly pulled my hand up and tried to pull at the tube,
"Don't Rey Rey!" My wife said realizing what I was trying to do,
"You need that, it helps you breath," She said causing me to get angry, and pull at the tube harder. At that stage the doctor walked in,
"I see that you are awake Rey" I just kept pulling at the tube,
"Ok Rey, we will take the tube out but if you can't breathe on your own its going back in" The doctor said calmly. I just stared at him as if to say:
"You idiot of course I can breathe on my own I've been doing it since I was born." The doctor ignored my look and leaned across to pull the tube out. As soon as it was out I tried to take a deep breath of air only to find it as though I was underwater. I kept trying and after a few moments I felt air entering my lungs and I automatically relaxed.
"Billy?" I slowly asked finding it took all my energy saying that small word.
"Billy is ok, he was moved out of ICU a couple of days ago."
"Good… Kids?"
"The kids are waiting outside, they've made you heaps of stuff and are really worried about you"
"I… Love… You" I told my wife trying to smile.
"I love you too" She replied leaning down and kissing me gently,
"Do you want to see the kids?"
"Please" Was my reply, she quickly left to return with our two wonderful children who the second they saw me screamed and rushed over,
"Daddy your awake" My youngest said hugging me,
"Be careful of his injuries darling," My wife warned,
"Hey… kids…" I breathed still struggling to breathe on my own,
"Are you going to be ok daddy?"
"I… Think… So"
"YAY!" My children cried, then they had to leave once more and let me rest. Before my wife left I said,
"How… long?" Meaning how long was I out of it,
"Just over a week"
"Will… I… be… ok…"
"They don't know yet. You were pretty severely injured, try get some rest now" She said lightly kissing me and walking out. I watched her leave and suddenly all I wanted to do was sleep. So I closed my eyes and drifted off.
A/N: Ok so that's the first chapter. Sorry this is not going to be a Slash (Oh My Gosh I'm scared… me not writing a slash!!!) and I actually had to read my previous non-slash's (The Good Ol' Days, The Future Years, Another Day Down) to remember how to write a non-slash story!!