I glanced down at the tickets to Monster Jam in my hand before shuffling the two inches ahead in the line to get in. This was my last stop and his last chance. We'd been looking for weeks and if Chris wasn't here, then the search was off. There was more important stuff to worry about back at home and Chris had been made a priority for too long.

After a few more minutes, I was through the doors and passing security check. I found myself standing in the lobby of the Superdome. All around me, there were vendors selling food, t-shirts, action figures. Anything that had to do with the trucks and a few odds and ends here and there that didn't were being sold out quickly. The show wouldn't start for a few more minutes so I wandered around aimlessly for a bit.

"So tell me," I was startled up as Wade cleared his throat. He walked alongside me. I had nearly forgotten that he and Stephen were with me.

"What makes you think that Jericho would be here of all places? It's absolutely wretched. Besides, he doesn't seem like the kind of man who would favor monster trucks." Wade sneered. He glanced around in disgust.

"You're right. Chris hates Monster Jam," I answered. He only hated it though because I liked it. I thought back to the one time he watched it with me. The whole show, he cheered for Maximum Destruction because he knew I loved Grave Digger.

"Why are we here then?" Wade spat at me. I partially ignored him as Stephen appeared on my other side, munching happily on some nachos.

As the words left Wade's mouth, we happened to pass the box office. Various photos of different events lined the wall. Including ones of top highlights from WWE shows at the dome. We came to a stop in front of a familiar picture. There mounted on the wall, was a close up of the infamous Y2J holding up his I-C title after a victory at the dome.

"That's why we're here." Sheamus stated. I nodded.

"He's right. Chris wouldn't be watching the show, but he could very well be ghosting the arena he retained his title in and that's what I'm counting on."

Wade sighed, and in his heavy accent said,

"Let's get to it then."

The two large men began the journey up the stairs. I lingered behind them, stopping at a nearby vendor's table for a second to buy the first shirt that caught my eye. It happened to be a Maximum Destruction tshirt.

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The halls of the arena were dark as Wade, Stephen and I navigated the arena. The show had been on for nearing an hour and a half. This was getting ridiculous. I know he's here, there's no other place he could possibly be. There just isn't.

We had started out as close to the floor as possible. This was nowhere near as close as I would have liked, but it was hard to get any lower seeing as dirt mounds now covered the whole area. Slowly, we had made our way up. We were just now reaching sections 100 to 120, meaning we were on the fourth level of bleachers. Wade and Stephen seemed to stay yards ahead of me as I dragged my feet along.

Suddenly, the crowd around me erupted in cheers and I stopped to look out at the arena floor. What I saw made my breath catch in my throat. I didn't see a dirt covered floor, dust flying into the air as a truck landed a jump. The fans weren't dispersed in splotches across the arena from the second level up and the loud rev of the truck engines were no longer audible.

Instead, music blared loudly, rocking the whole arena. All around me, the arena was packed and a hazy red light shone down. The people were on their feet, screaming loudly. Most of them were jeering, but I could hear a few passionate cheers here and there. The only lights were coming from a huge monitor above a stage that hadn't been there a second ago. All the trucks, the scrap cars, and the dirt and gravel covering the bottom floor had vanished. More fans now filled in the area, taking up every square inch of the floor before the sea of people came to a stop yards from center floor. In the dead middle of the floor was a wrestling ring. The large crowds in front of me prevented me from seeing it, but I could tell. And I had a gut feeling...

I tried several more times to get to a point where I could see over the excited crowd. But something big was going on, and they all began jumping in excitement. I growled, frustrated. I had to see what was going on.

My feet sped up as I power walked down the hall. The walk turned into a jog, and then a run. By then, I had caught up to the two other members of my publishing crew, and grabbed onto them, pulling them along after me. It didn't take long for them to take the hint and they began sprinting after me.

"Micks, where're you headed?" Wade asked as he came up beside me. I didn't answer him. I had no time for his stupid questions.

As I ran along the corridor, my head snapped to the side every few seconds, looking out towards the arena floor; attempting to get a look at the ring I was sure was there.

My feet nearly slipped out from under me as I made a sharp turn, racing into the first section I'd seen that wasn't completely packed or basically barricaded by the bodies of fans. I stopped on the aisle steps, trying to look out at the ring. Someone behind me yelled out for me to move. Cursing at them over my shoulder, I spotted a few empty seats a short ways down and moved to them. Wade and Stephen demanding to know what was going on from behind me barely registered in my head as I sat down in one of the seats. I now had a direct, unobstructed view of the ring. And as I had thought; of Chris.

The match going on wasn't the one I'd expected it to be. In fact, it was no longer even a match. I stared out into the ring, seeing Chris on all fours on the far side of the ring. He was groggy and struggling. Across the ring, Randy was backed up into a corner, a malicious smirk on his face.

I remembered this episode. It was during the Nexus storyline. September 2010. Something about this night grated at my mind. A weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, an itch at the back of my mind. It wasn't a bad feeling; it was just strange, and a familiar one that I just couldn't place.

My mind was pulled back to the in ring action as Randy ran full speed ahead, his foot connecting with a loud crack against Chris' head.

That's when it hit me.

With the jolt I felt, it might as well have been me who Randy had punted. Time seemed to freeze and it felt as though everything in my mind fell together in the right place. I looked around. The arena was empty except for the wrestlers in the ring and the ringside team. There were no rowdy fans surrounding me. The arena was silent. My heart raced.

Standing to my feet, I looked down at the number on the seat I'd just been sitting in. It was number two in the row. Walking out to the edge of the line of chairs. On the outside of the last seat was the label letter M. I furrowed my brow. Slowly, I looked up at the ledge hanging over this level, taking in the section number; 107. My hand went into my pocket, pulling out my Monster Jam ticket. The date on it read September 27, 2010, the event on it was WWE Monday Night Raw.

This was the night. On September 27, 2010, two things happened. It was the night I attended my first WWE live event; the night my curiosity towards wrestling became so much more than just that. If it weren't for me being at this show, I don't know where I'd be now. One thing I'm sure of though, is that HaphazardbyMikey, my fics, and my musi; they would not exist had I not been there. In essence, you could say that my chapter in the world of WWE began on this night. The thing is though, before one chapter can begin, one must be finished. And this day, that I entered the story, is also the day that Chris Jericho departed from it, for two long years.

I looked back at the ring. It was no longer there.

The floor was once again covered with dirt, and trucks battled across the grounds. The arena was no longer packed and darkened. The stage, the ramp, the titantron and announce table; all gone. I take a look back at my seat; the seat I sat in the night my life changed forever. I blinked. My imagination has fooled me many times, but not today. Only three steps away, Chris sat where I had just been, looking out at the remainder of the show.

"Chris..." I called his name out under my breath, but he didn't hear me. I repeated his name, a little louder for the second time and he glanced up at me. Recognition seemed to cross his face and he stood. He took the few steps required until he was a hair's width away from me. Part of me wanted to yell at him for hours upon hours. The other half couldn't have been more relieved to be seeing him. I still hadn't decided what to say when I opened my mouth to speak.

It was the smirk on his face that stopped me. With a slow shake of his head and a sickening laugh, he seemed to walk right through me. He was gone. His actions left me gaping in confusion for a second before my face turned into a deep sneer. All this time, all these places we've looked. He'd been right here.

"Mikey," I reluctantly let Stephen's soft voice pull me back into reality. I grunted in acknowledgement.

"Show's over, lass..." He mumbled.

I turned to look back towards him and Wade, my eyes on the ground. I nodded briskly to myself.

"Yeah. I know."