Raw
February 22

*before the show*

Michael's car is seen parking on a lot as Mike gets out and slams the car door. The cameraman sees Michael's face as goes into the trunk and pulls out a Crowbar. He's pissed. Michael then walks away, his enraged face not changing as he leaves from camera view.

*during the show*

In the backstage area, everyone was preparing for their part on the show, until the camera moves and shows Michael walking around with that crowbar with a look of pure anger.

Michael: Dad! Where are you?! Come out now!

Soon, Ric Flair appears and talks to him.

Ric: Mike, you need to-

Michael: Where's that...where's my dad, Ric?

Ric: I don't know. But you have to calm down or else-

Michael: Or else what? They're gonna boot me out of the arena? Are they gonna ban me until further notice? Even if they did, I still have a way of getting inside and will not stop until my father answers me for what he did last night.

Ric: Listen, you can't go around here with that weapon and with that mindset. You need to-

Michael: *grabs him by the shirt* Don't tell me what do to, Ric. And I would like to say that I am calm. I am calm enough to not beat you down with this crowbar and leave you as a bloody mess because Charlotte cares about you. So don't bother me as I'm looking for my dad. Got it?!

Michael shoved him away as he continues his way, looking for his father. Charlotte, Paige, Sasha, and Becky were looking on with worry. Charlotte may have some problems with Paige and the others, but if it involves Michael, she'll put that aside.

Sasha: That's not Michael right there.

Becky: Indeed. He's now a man determined to find his father, who he felt betrayed him, and rightfully so.

Charlotte: I just hope he doesn't do something crazy.

Paige: Considering who he is, I don't think your hopes will be answers.

Michael continues his way until Alex approaches him with his arms crossed.

Michael: Piss off, Alex. I'm in no mood-

Alex: Listen. I'm just as shocked as you are. I can't believe you're dad did that to you last night. I may be mean and psychotic, but that's something I would never do. Especially, with someone close to me.

Michael: I don't want your pity, Ambrose. What I want is for you to get the hell out of my way, as I'm hunting down that...that...*growls*

Michael leaves as Alex watches him go before shaking his head.

Alex: That's the kind of guy I will not get in their way. And honestly, I hope he finds him.

*later, in the ring*

Neville and the Lucha Dragons are facing off against the New Day as the match goes on. The New Day taking advantage of their opponents, until...

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Michael comes out as he makes his way to the ring with a mic in one hand and the crowbar in the other. The Superstars are looking on in confusion as Michael slams the crowbar onto the steps before entering the ring and his theme fades.

Michael: This match is canceled. All of you, get out. Now!

The two teams quickly left the ring as the match was canceled. As they leave, Michael was pacing around in anger.

Michael: Last night...I won the Fatal Four Way Match. I won the chance to face my father, Triple H, at Wrestlemania, for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship, at the main event. I won fair and square, feeling every strike, bump, slam, and insult as I pulled through. And when I was happy and feeling great of my father praising me for my success...

Michael stops himself as tries to compose his feelings.

Michael: He went and hit me with a Pedigree...he did it to his own son. He did it to me!

Michael's eyes are red as he tears up, still not believing why his own father would do that to him. The crowd was cheering for him as tried to hold his feelings for now.

Michael: And now I'm out here, with not my dad nor mom being seen backstage, probably hiding as their firstborn son is out here, looking like a maniac with a weapon in hand, hunting them down! So, mom, dad, come out now! I will hold this show hostage until you two can come out here and answer me face to face!

Michael stood there, glaring at the stage as he waits for Triple H or Stephanie to come out and talk to him. He stood there for a few minutes, not moving an inch, until...

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The crowd boos as Mr. McMahon comes out as he looks at Michael, who just stood there, not happy to see his grandfather here at this moment.

Michael: I am scared for Mr. McMahon here guys.

Byron: He's the last person Michael wants to see at this time.

JBL: Yeah.

Vince makes his way to the ring as Michael just glares at him. Vince climbs up the steps and enters the ring as his theme fades. He stood far from Michael, knowing he's not in the right mindset right now.

They both stared at each other before Vince begins to speak.

Vince: Michael...you have done very well last night at Fastlane. You beat Roman Reigns, Dean, and Alex Ambrose. You succeed in pinning Reigns down. You earn your shot at facing Triple H at Wrestlemania at the main event. However, I want you to just calm down and let me speak with you.

Michael: You...speak with me? You, gramps. You who told your own son that you will never forgive his mother, my grandmother, for giving birth to him. You, who fought my mother, taking her position as General Manager. You who done terrible things to my grandmother, in front of her face as you laugh your stupid laugh. And now you, facing me, your grandson, the 4th Generation McMahon in WWE, when I'm out here, demanding to see my father for what he did to me last night. Who the hell do you think you are, coming here to face me?

The crowd oohs as Vince raises his brow at him.

Michael: So why don't you act like a man and get mom and dad out here right now? Got it?!

Vince: Listen...I'll ignore the fact that you listed out our family's history in a hissy fit, but you need to understand. Triple H will not see you as his son. He'll see you as an opponent, planning to take his title at the Grandest Stage of them All, so you need to get that through your head.

Michael: Oh, so him hitting a Pedigree on me, when I'm all beaten up after my match last night justified? Is that what you're saying to me, gramps?

Vince: All I'm saying is that you should've had the idea that Triple H wasn't going to celebrate your victory the way you wanted. So, why don't you get out of the ring and let this show continue? Because of you, I had to postpone the award ceremony of the first-ever Vincent J. McMahon Legacy of Excellence award.

Michael looks at him and just scoffs with a chuckle.

Michael: Legacy of Excellence? Vincent J. McMahon? My great grandfather? You are so stupid to think that I can give a shit about some award, named after my great grandfather, which you plastered his name just to make it more interesting when it's not.

The crowd oohs as Vince glares at him.

Michael: All I care about right now, it's payback. I want to get payback on my father for what he did. And mom, she didn't even answer my calls, never message me. Just ghosted me for nothing. So tell me does this little award you have made have anything to do with my situation? No. So screw off, gramps. And get me what I want now!

Vince had enough as he goes up to his grandson's face.

Vince: Now, listen here, you little bitch!

The crowd oohs loud as Michael just smirks.

Vince: I had enough of your antics since I've arrived here last month! You making jokes, criticizing me, breaking the fourth wall, I'm sick of your shit! And I hope at Wrestlemania, that your father will humble your ignorant, childish, ass by giving you a beating you deserve and making you lose! Got that?!

The crowd boos at Vince as Michael just stood there, his face unreadable.

Vince: And just so you don't get any ideas, your parents are staying out of the arena at a hotel and you will not get them to answer you until they're ready to tell you. Until then, you will be suspended for the time being.

The crowd boos some more as Michael just stares at him before dropping the crowbar.

Vince: There, now get the hell out of the ring, Michael. Don't make me get security to drag out you.

Michael just stares at him before looking away. He goes to leave the ring until he stops.

Michael: You know, gramps. I remember a quote a certain fella once said. That in these kinds of situations, you can be either the solution...or part of the problem.

Vince was looking at him with a worried look on his face.

Michael: And since uhh...mom and dad ain't coming here to face me...well...you're part of the problem.

Cole: Oooh! Sweet Chin Music to the Chairman!

Byron: Michael just kicked his grandfather!

JBL: And I don't blame him one bit. Vince may have a point, but this wasn't the right time to say that to Michael.

Michael glares at his grandfather as the crowd was looking on in shock. He then kneels down and starts hitting several punches on Vince.

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Michael gets up and brings Vince up before hitting Dynasty.

Cole: Dynasty to Vince McMahon!

Michael gets as the crowd was cheering him on. He then looks at the crowbar and picks it up.

Byron: Oh no! He's gonna use the crowbar!

Michael glares at Vince who is slowly getting up as he readies himself to hit a strike. Suddenly, several superstars arrive to stop him before he could hit a devastating strike as they tried to calm him down.

Michael was pushing them away, trying to get to his grandfather before calming down. He then drops the crowbar and leaves the ring.

Cole: This is sad here guys. Michael's life has taken a turn he never expected nor wanted.

JBL: He's becoming someone he doesn't want to be. He could've hurt his own grandfather if he had the opportunity to.

Byron: Yeah. Whatever feelings he had are shown on display here. All he can do is just wait until Triple H gives us an answer.

*later*

Michael is seen sitting on the floor against a wall as he sobs and sniffs. He can't think of any reason why his father did that to him. And that his mother couldn't answer him as to why. And that his grandfather had the gal to put his feelings down like that.

Soon, some footsteps were heard as Michael paid no mind to it. Soon, a pair of legs appeared in front of him as someone looks down at him.

?: You okay, Michael?

Michael: *recognizing his voice* N-No. I'm not.

?: Then come with me. I don't want you sitting here all alone with others worried about you.

Michael: I just wanted to be by myself. This shit is happening so fast that I can't...*sobs some more*

?: *pats him on the shoulder* Come on, buddy. You don't need to be here by yourself.

Michael slowly gets up and he hugs the man, who hugs him back to comfort him.

Michael: Thanks, man.

?: No problem. Let's go.

They soon started walking away as their footsteps slowly fade into silence.

A/N: You guys can guess who the guy might be. I'm not saying it until I'll reveal later.