Wrestling ONE SHOTS and IMAGINES

32 Kyle O'Reilly

"Hey Y/N wait a minute please. I need to talk to you." I heard Kyle calling behind me. But I was not in the mood to deal with him now.

"Leave me alone Kyle," I said without even turning around to him.

"Come on Y/N, it's important," he said.

"Oh now it's suddenly important? You've been avoiding me for over a month and now you suddenly want to talk to me? I thought we were friends first and foremost and that it would stay that way no matter what happened. But clearly I was wrong," I said as I turned around to him.

"If you regret that you slept with me, you could have just told me. We're both adults and both single. So it was no big deal. It just happened. But the fact that you avoided me afterwards like I had a contagious disease isn't exactly good for self-esteem," I explained to Kyle, who was still standing a few feet away from me.

"If you would just let me explain," he said.

"I don't want to hear it. I get it. I'm sure you have your reasons for acting like this, but you've had enough time to talk to me. Now I have a No Disqualifications match with Io and Candice that I have to focus on," I replied and just left him standing in the hallway.

My feelings were hurt enough without having to listen to his lame excuses. For me that night had been special, for Kyle...clearly not.

I took a few deep breaths to get rid of the tears that came to my eyes. With everything I had inside me I tried to suppress the thoughts of Kyle, at least for now. Later after my match I could still deal with it.

Kyle POV

I rubbed my hands over my face in frustration. That had not gone as I had planned. And since I had behaved like an absolute jerk, I couldn't blame Y/N for not wanting to have anything to do with me anymore. Why did it take me so long to realize my feelings? I hoped that she would give me the chance to explain myself, but I was not sure. Even though it was never my intention, I had hurt her feelings. Maybe even so much that she would never speak to me again.

Slowly and hesitantly I made my way back to the locker room. When I got there and looked at the monitor, I saw that the match was already in full swing.

"How did it go?" Bobby wanted to know.

"I don't want to talk about it," I said and Bobby knew right away that it hadn't gone well. I sat down next to him on the old leather sofa and let my thoughts wander to that night that changed everything.

I didn't pay attention to the women's match because I was so lost in thought. I tried to find a way to get Y/N to listen to me. I didn't get very far with my thoughts, because suddenly I was abruptly torn out of my thinking by a statement from Bobby.

"Oh that doesn't look good. I think she is unconscious," he said startled.

I looked up and saw Y/N lying motionless in the ring. The referee grabbed her hand, but she seemed not to notice anything. The replay was shown and showed how Candice hit Y/N in the midsection of her body with a kendostick. It didn't look dramatic, but Y/N immediately collapsed with a painfully distorted face and stopped moving.

The image changed back to live just as the referee raised his arms to form the X. She was really hurt. And then I saw it. The blood. So much blood under Y/N's body. Where did so much blood come from?

Without thinking for a second I ran out of the room and towards the ring. The medics were already there and carefully put Y/N on a stretcher.

"We have to get her to a hospital as fast as possible. She has no obvious injuries, so we have no idea what is causing this bleeding," said one of the medics.

They pushed Y/N out of the arena, leaving a trail of blood behind. Why did she lose so much blood? I had not the slightest idea.

I just knew that it was probably not good and at the same time I cursed myself for waiting so long to talk to Y/N about my feelings. Now I could only hope that it would not be too late and that we both would have another chance. 

Published October 9, 2020