Post by Mike Ragnal on May 28, 2007 1:26:56 GMT -5
It was two hours after the show had ended, and Mike was still in the locker room, holding his head in his palms.
How?
How the hell could he let that happen?
He was mere inches from winning the Television title...and he blew it.
He was so close to proposing to Sasha...so FUCKING close...
What did he do wrong? What?
Was this his life? To never propose to Sasha?
To never be able to place a ring...in this case, a belt...on her?
To never marry?
To never give birth to Elizabeth?
Was THIS his future?!
"NO!"
...were his words, as he leaped off the bench, reared his fist back, and punched the locker door in off it's hinges.
Breathing heavily, Ragnal's eyes widened.
He saw what he did...and remembered he needed to keep his cool.
He was too much when he got angry.
He shouldn't even be this angry...but after losing the chance to wed Sasha for the third time...what else could he do?
Challenge for the People's Championship?
Before he went any deeper in his thoughts, he heard a knock as Sasha peaked her head in. "Hey, luv," She said, quietly, "are you alright in here?"
Not wanting to let his real intentions blown, Mike calmly answered, "I was just...letting out some steam."
Sasha just shook her head and sighed as she walked towards him. "Mike...you can't just let this happen to you. I know you want to win that title, but that's all it is. A title."
"Sasha...you don't understand."
"Don't understand what?"
"I can't say..."
Sasha just shook her head. "You know Mike...I love you. And I know you understand that. I even know you love me. Hell...if you were to propose to me with no matter WHAT you attempted as an engagement ring...I would say yes on the spot."
Mike sighed. He knew her words were true...but at the same time, he just couldn't tell her how right she was.
"I know Sasha..."
That's when he said to himself, the hell with it.
"THAT'S why I want the belt. Because I want to propose to you with it!"
It took away every noise around them, but after a few seconds, Sasha's jaw dropped.
"Mike..."
"Yeah...that's why this has become so important, honey."
"I...god..."
Sasha only runs up to her beau and hugs him.
"So much for surprises." He said aloud.
"Don't worry about it, dear. Once you obtain the Television championship...I'll say yes."
Mike smiles, letting go of the hug. "Thank you, Sasha."
"It's not a problem. THough, the problem now is just how you'll be able to get another match."
"Well, chances are, Cairo will be so focused on getting closer towards the World-"
"You said that before."
"DAMMIT."
The two lovers simply laugh as they finally head out of the arena, and Mike looks at the late night sky. Sasha points out a shooting star, and says, "Make a wish!"
And they did. And they both thought the same thing.
For Mike to win the WCF Television Championship...and to propose to Sasha.
How?
How the hell could he let that happen?
He was mere inches from winning the Television title...and he blew it.
He was so close to proposing to Sasha...so FUCKING close...
What did he do wrong? What?
Was this his life? To never propose to Sasha?
To never be able to place a ring...in this case, a belt...on her?
To never marry?
To never give birth to Elizabeth?
Was THIS his future?!
"NO!"
...were his words, as he leaped off the bench, reared his fist back, and punched the locker door in off it's hinges.
Breathing heavily, Ragnal's eyes widened.
He saw what he did...and remembered he needed to keep his cool.
He was too much when he got angry.
He shouldn't even be this angry...but after losing the chance to wed Sasha for the third time...what else could he do?
Challenge for the People's Championship?
Before he went any deeper in his thoughts, he heard a knock as Sasha peaked her head in. "Hey, luv," She said, quietly, "are you alright in here?"
Not wanting to let his real intentions blown, Mike calmly answered, "I was just...letting out some steam."
Sasha just shook her head and sighed as she walked towards him. "Mike...you can't just let this happen to you. I know you want to win that title, but that's all it is. A title."
"Sasha...you don't understand."
"Don't understand what?"
"I can't say..."
Sasha just shook her head. "You know Mike...I love you. And I know you understand that. I even know you love me. Hell...if you were to propose to me with no matter WHAT you attempted as an engagement ring...I would say yes on the spot."
Mike sighed. He knew her words were true...but at the same time, he just couldn't tell her how right she was.
"I know Sasha..."
That's when he said to himself, the hell with it.
"THAT'S why I want the belt. Because I want to propose to you with it!"
It took away every noise around them, but after a few seconds, Sasha's jaw dropped.
"Mike..."
"Yeah...that's why this has become so important, honey."
"I...god..."
Sasha only runs up to her beau and hugs him.
"So much for surprises." He said aloud.
"Don't worry about it, dear. Once you obtain the Television championship...I'll say yes."
Mike smiles, letting go of the hug. "Thank you, Sasha."
"It's not a problem. THough, the problem now is just how you'll be able to get another match."
"Well, chances are, Cairo will be so focused on getting closer towards the World-"
"You said that before."
"DAMMIT."
The two lovers simply laugh as they finally head out of the arena, and Mike looks at the late night sky. Sasha points out a shooting star, and says, "Make a wish!"
And they did. And they both thought the same thing.
For Mike to win the WCF Television Championship...and to propose to Sasha.