fOreVER - (Finn Bálor and Bayley FanFic)

Chapter 4: Tribute

Not a single word. Not one. Pam hadn't heard from him or Mercedes since his incident. She didn't even know if she was alive. The moment she had come to Mercedes had tears streaming down her face. She hadn't realized until Mercedes spoke that he was gone, and he wouldn't be telling where he was. Pam feared for his health, he had never been this vulnerable before, he hadn't been this lonely before, he hadn't been this... depressed. She had finally realized that this was way more serious that originally thought. Whatever happened between the two had scarred him ever since his youth. Whatever was nagging him was dark, dark and traumatizing. Mercedes had told her what happened during her blackout stage, even with him leaving after the film she still didn't have all the pieces. There was one critical piece left that kept his story unknown.... a dark secret under lock and key that even her love couldn't unlock. Pam's heart ached for Fergal's wellbeing. She hadn't really cared about someone in this type of away before, including Aaron. But she didn't fear this feeling, she embraced it with every step subconsciously hoping that one day Fergal would open his eyes... and his heart. The two girls continued to scatter across the city limits hoping for the slightest sign of their Irishman.

"Anything?"

"No, not a single trace of him." Pam swore under her breath. She couldn't handle him being gone.

"It's fine Pam, we will see him at Raw... he wouldn't miss out on a show right?"

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Surely enough RAW came quickly and still no sign of him. Not at catering, not at his locker, not in the parking lot, shit... not even in the bathroom! Fergal was nowhere to be found and no one had a clue on where he was. So much so that even the higher ups were asking around. Fergal's disappearance was heavily noticed and now as having to be broadcasted to the world for millions to see. They were ready to see their leader, they paid to see him in action, they adored the once happy go lucky demon, but what they didn't know was that a deep dark secret was keeping their idol away from them. A secret so gut wrenching that it took away Fergal's first love... wrestling.

"Oh Fergal..." Pam dropped to her knees and looked at his locker. His kick pads as well as the rest of his gear were neatly placed inside. Pam unlocked his locker with the typical 1-2-3-4 code. She rolled her eyes and giggled at the simple password before picking up his jacket.

"Well... if you're not using these... I guess I could." She picked up the Bálor Club captain armband and rolled it on her arm. She then put on the jacket and snapped the collar as she looked in the mirror.

"Damn... I could get used to this." She then rolled the sleeve up enough to see the armband one last time. She patted it and smiled to herself.

"I hope you're watching this l, because this one is for you."

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Pam was scheduled to team with Mercedes tonight and she was beyond excited to go out there. The other three ladies had gone out there and now it was Pam's turn. Thanks to the CFO$ they were able to make up a mash of the two's themes and smoke entered the arena. Breathing slowly spread throughout the arena before the breathing stopped abruptly. Then suddenly the typical jolly music played and she slowly strutted out there with the smoke covering her entire body. The crowd was in shock as she snapped her collar and threw up a toosweet. What proceeded was her "Bayley Buddies" which rose up with abs drawn on them with a jacket painted on them as well. Pam looked to them and smiled as she played towards the crowd. They were already aware that they wouldn't see Fergal tonight due to an "unforeseen circumstance" which obviously worries the WWE universe so as she continued her entrance the pop stayed persistent. Her mind was still cloudy thanks to Fergal's isolation but she had to leave that at the door and focus on tonight. The crowd became enthralled in the match as Pam starting copying some of his moves. From the shotgun drop kick into the slingblade she was able to perfect the moves after the years of watching him. Well... and also being trained by him. The more the two continued to do creative tag team maneuvers the crowd began to chant.

"Coup de Grâce, Coup de Grâce, Coup de Grâce!" Mercedes shrugged and tagged in Pam. She looked around almost toying with them on the thought of it. She slowly took one step at a time towards the turnbuckle before she found herself on top of the turnbuckle. She threw up a toosweet to the sky before plummeting to the earth and piercing her feet on Lexi's sternum.

1...2...3!

She celebrated up the ramp quickly as she pulled Mercedes towards the back. She wanted to get to her phone as soon as possible to see if Fergal has any contact. Moments later she was disappointed with the fact that there wasn't anything from him. Not a single text. Her and Mercedes continued to keep their mind off of him while playing Nintendo. The two of them were extremely competitive and time passed by the second thanks to Mario Kart and Donkey Kong. Their night had been so fun that they were actually able to shut away their problems. Shut themselves away from the outside world again and be kids. But that's when she got the call. It was unknown number, and a foreign number at that. She answered it and slowly brought it up to her ear.

"Hello?" She whispered. She was responded with a slight whimper before a shallow breath was sent from the other line.

"Hello?"

"You put on a hell of a show sweetheart." Her eyes shot up instantly.

"Fergal! You're scaring everyone... where are you?" A slight chuckle was heard before another whimper.

"Don't worry about that Pam... I'm safe."

"That's wasn't my question Fergal." She was stern. She wanted him to know how much she truly cared for him. I mean let's face it... she couldn't live without him.

"Look I gotta go..."

"No! Fergal please!"

"Pam?" Silent tears escaped Pam's eyes as she listened to his breathing.

"Yes?" Fergal took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"I love-"

"You what?"

No response.

"Fergal?"

No response.

"Fergal... please." She slowly dropped the phone and brought her knees up to her chest. She hugged her legs tightly as an already crying Mercedes walked up to her.

"We'll find him Pam... we'll find him."