fOreVER - (Finn Bálor and Bayley FanFic)

Prologue

"Fergal! Why weren't you there for me Fergal! Why Fergal!? After everything that I did for you! Why did I deserve this Fergal!? You're a monster!"

Fergal snapped up in a panic, sweat beating across the top of his brow.

"Another fucking nightmare... damnit! I didn't mean to! Get out of my head!"

Fergal got up out of his bed and in a zombified state, walked towards his bathroom. After turning on the switch he splashed cold water on his face. Once drying his reflection revealed a pale shell of what he once was. The bags under his eyes drooped lower than ever and his eyes were bloodshot red. Fergal sighed as he did a double take. He looked towards his alarm clock and groaned.

"3:00 AM.... fuck me, that's the earliest I had one of these in a long time." Fergal quickly went to his closest to put his Nike grey sweatsuit and he was off towards the PC. RAW was luckily in Orlando so he was able to just stay at his place for the time being. While driving the Irishman went into autopilot, clearing his mind of any thoughts as his subconscious mind took him the way he had drove way too many times before. These nightmares had been driving Fergal insane. They had been happening for the past three months or so which had caused multiple divots in his life. For one he had felt exhausted, he felt sluggish both in and out of the ring. Not only that, but he also maintained a certain distance from the rest of the locker room. He hadn't talked to Rami or Kevin in months thanks to the brand split, and hadn't talked to Chad, Allen, or Drew, and two of them were on the same brand as him! Of course people took notice but he would simply brush it off and tell them not to worry. Fergal looked down at his cup holder which showed the prescription pills he was prescribed by the WWE doctors. He scoffed at the pill bottle as he rolled down the window and chucked it straight out.

"Insomnia my ass..." he muttered. Fergal pulled into the PC's parking lot and looked at the dark building. Not a single light was on and not a single car was here... just the way he liked it. Fergal hopped out and smiled at the building as he walked towards it.

"Been awhile hasn't it babe?" He patted the door before scanning his ID, granting him access to the vast amounts of machinery that would test both his body and his mind. Fergal took in a deep breath as the scent of rubber floors and cleaning fluids filled his nostrils. But nothing couldn't overtake the horrid smell of thousands and thousands of ounces of sweat that had been poured into this cold place. Fergal dropped his bag into his old locker before placing his lock around it and going to work. He had to let off some steam, that nightmare continued to shake him to his core.

"I'm sorry..." he muttered as he wrapped his hands. He slid on his boxing gloves and walked over to the punching bag.

"I'm so... so sorry."

*THUD*

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"Pam will you wake the hell up!?"

Pam slowly opened her eyelids which revealed her purple haired bestie.

"Merc... could you please be a little more courteous with your wake ups?"

Mercedes slapped her legs pleading with her to get up.

"Dear god Merc stop!"

"Well come on Pam! We got workout before RAW!"

Pam groaned as the cold air hit her body. Instantly she was hit with her typical workout clothes consisting of a basic tank top and leggings.

"Let's go! Come on I still have the car running!"

Moments later the two were in the car gossip about how their life was going and whether or not they would enter into the Woman's Royal Rumble. The thought about an all women Royal Rumble caused the both of them to grin. Finally women were being showcased with respect in the wrestling community. The two found the parking lot to their home away from home and parked.

"Silver Nissan?" Pam looked to Mercedes in a confused state. Merc smiled.

"Probably Fergal's new toy. That Nissan is a GTR... over $100,000." Pam shook her head and smiled.

"So much for saving up money for retirement." The two laughed as they scanned their IDs and entered. Once they entered they were met with all lights on, all the machines obviously used thanks to the droplets of sweat everywhere, and Fergal in the middle with a towel draped over his head. Silence, not even a "hello", complete silence. Granted his back was to them but still not even a hello? Mercedes shrugged as Pam looked to her for an answer. Pam slowly walked up to him before placing her hand delicately on his shoulder. He flinched slightly before lifting the towel and looking up.

"Long time no see eh Pam?"

Pam looked at him skeptically.

"You alright Ferg?"

He sighed and rubbed his face with the towel.

"Yeah? Just a grueling workout, why?"

"You just seem odd, in fact you've been odd for awhile."

"Wow thanks Pam." He laughed.

"Not like that Fergal. But seriously you've been distant."

"I'm telling you I'm fine. Don't worry about me Pam. But I'm gonna get on out of here. See you tonight yeah?"

"Yeah..." Pam muttered. She hugged him tightly before sending him on his way. Once he closed the door behind him Mercedes caught her attention.

"Pam come take a look at this." Pam walked over to the computer which held all the company's info on who's coming and going throughout the day. In bright black letters it read Fergal Devitt, entered at 3:50 AM. Pam looked at the clock to see it was noon.

"What the hell?"

"I know right? Grueling? The man never stopped working out. And that's not just to stay in shape, something's bothering him." Pam nodded.

"I'll talk to him tonight."