Disclaimer: I don't own anything from WWE & AC/DC and each of their trademarks, the condominium, Tennessee, all the way to, heck, even the OC! I only own this story, I think...

In addition, I'd like to thank Ms. Alicia Keys for the inspiration! I got the title and idea from her song while listening to it one time –and no, she doesn't know me... yet, at least. It's my first fan fiction so be nice to R&R! PLEEEAAASSE?

Anyway, enjoy! :)

...you must BAM! calm yourself down, Glenn. PING! Inhale... then exhale. That's it. You're going to be WRAGH! just fine... Now, I want you DUN! to count to five...

1... 2... 3... 4...

Five loud THUDS added as Glenn stricken his neighbor's door just in front of his. It was really a polite knock at first, second, and third tries. Then, it probably didn't like nice guys and so. The door was loud –AC/DC to be specific, disturbing, annoying, and engraved with the words 'Room 214'. Great, to think he was the only one living at the week-old condominium. He only moved in 2 days after the opening. It had 300 units, for Pete's sake! Glenn had no idea why, of all the free spaces to occupy, it occupied there ahead of his. He groaned at the fact and sighed at the other where he should be instead of here.

Why was he here in the first place?

As much as he's too tired minding about it further, He thought of this place neat with its contemporary setting; the subtle lighting, minimalist furniture, few art replicas, the fainting scent of paint, and rug-coated floor. Glenn couldn't think of anywhere alone to find himself before the actual conflict. This is the farthest place in Tennessee he could stay out of Dandridge, out of his home, his comfort zone... How he was so getting it.

His eyes found a wall clock that hung on the cream wall. 2:03am –damn it! His neighbor got him awake for 4 hours! He have to get to the airport by 5 and the last thing he needed was an asshole intruding his supposedly goodnight sleep. In addition, he needs to work out after... and being lethargic while at it is like going for a run on a rainy day with no shoes on!

Who's even stupid enough to run on ground barefoot? He might even have an answer for that one...

Unfortunately, the door has none for him. Music still blared from the room mocking his inner peace. I swear, I'm going to break in and make you forget that it's all kayfabe! He thought as he thudded his palm against the rectangular wood once more. He knew he had hit it hard because his left hand ached red and looked like it was about to swell. Good thing I'm not left-handed... He then wagged it as if to ease the building swell off. Both fists now curled up to a ball when Glenn felt his body shaking in heavy breaths.

Screw me being calm! If patience is never my virtue, why try now? When Angus Young's guitar riffs murder my ears long enough? I don't think so…

Murder… dead… -Wait, what if there's no one inside alive that can answer the door? Oh, Right! Scenarios like this happen one too many times. I've seen them mostly on CSI. Oh shit... think, Glenn, think!

He clasped his hands together against his body pacing back and forth. His body was still shaking but it seemed more anxious than angry. His brain panicked on whether to call in the caretaker or to barge in first. There may be a dead body locked up inside the room and starting to rot. Man, doesn't he like to see the end of it! So when decided to call in for help first off, he went back to his unit and grabbed his cellphone immediately pressing the buttons with his two large thumbs. The left one was still numb from his previous actions though he didn't bother anymore. In sheer luck, there was an answer. Glenn tried to calm his voice while telling his concern then hang up once the other line promised to arrive as soon as possible. He kept his phone inside his pocket merely to grasp his cold palm together against his lips.

His eyes travel up to look at the clock once more. 3:16 am. Closing his eyes, taking a deep breath... he had enough for a day moreover acquiring him with no sleep. The time reminded him of something yet Glenn knew the urge to drink beer won't help him get through nonetheless with too much hostility his entire body bears. He shivered as he visualized how the corpse might look like: face disfigured, body dismembered and soaking up on its own blood or; hanged up on the ceiling with its tongue sticking out. Goosebumps started to invade his body at the thought and so the sour chunks from his stomach climbed up his throat. He countered the idea by opening his eyes and shrugged it off his head.

Way to go, fuck-nut.

3:29... What's the other nut taking so long? Glenn just stared at the door with a poker face when "Shoot to Thrill" played beneath it. Without noticing, his head bobbled somewhat to the beat. Crazy as it may seem but he just can't help himself... anyway, it was his favorite among AC/DC songs. After he realized his own folly, he shook himself back to Earth and tilted his eyes to see the wall clock that said 3:32. He knew catching up for a nap was hours too late. It doesn't seem to matter now. However, two things did; the anxiety and the guilt clouding and pumping his heart faster. He just wanted it out of him by making sure this cleared out before he can pack his things and leave for work at ease –and probably check out the classified ads for house-for-sales...

Shit, this does it! I'm going to intrude if I have to!

He took a deep breath, flexed his head, and gulped his own saliva before backing out to exert such extra force for later. Funny thing was, his head was singing to the song while he readied himself. His right foot already moved a step backward before bending his knees a bit as if he was taking force up from the ground. The tune duets with his own heartbeat just as he sensed cold sweat running down his head... He's ready to break into the room.

Like a shot, his feet charged and went for it. Everything went fast –even for Glenn– just as his eyes detected a set of light before him, Cold air met his face. He was supposed to meet the door but it seemed the path became longer. The setting was already unfamiliar and he wanted to stop. Oh, how inertia betrayed him! He felt himself stumbling and felt pain from his shoulder to his upper arm when it collided with bulky things. On that moment, he entirely figured he's already inside the room needless of his force.

Someone alive opened the door, after all.

His vision was blurry but he can still see a figure blocking the light from his sight. It was spherical, russet and ivory colors dominated its whole though a pink tint from its lower part stood out –he could tell a female face. Her lips were uttering something unclear.

Glenn tried to get up even though his body felt too heavy for him. Just when he was about to sit up right, he experienced another sensation coming from his head. Stars circled around him after he felt a sting. By how the figure placed her hands up her mouth and disappeared, he knew there had been a problem...

Then that's when all things went black…