Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!

If you like any of the one-shots I've posted, I highly recommend you check out the songs they're based off of. They're all great.

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A Love Like War - All Time Low feat. Vic Fuentes

The Royal Rumble match had just ended. Batista won, which didn't surprise anyone, and if they didn't like it, they couldn't do anything about it.

Batista stood in the ring, celebrating, while the eliminated Superstars were backstage or in the trainer's room. April Mendez stood among the men, waiting for her boyfriend and former WWE Champion, Phil Brooks, to get backstage. When she finally spotted him, she smiled.

He barely glanced at her as he stormed by, a stormy look on his face. April frowned and turned around as he walked away. She quickly went after him.

"Phil!"

He said nothing, just continued down the hallway. April followed close behind.

"Phil!" She repeats.

He slows down but doesn't stop.

"Don't follow me, April," He says. "Go back to the hotel. I'll meet you there."

Without another word, Phil finishes his journey down the hallway. He got to the end and turned right, walking into a room. After a few seconds, April walked to the end of the hallway to see where he went.

The door read Vince McMahon.

She sighed. This was definitely going to be a long night.

***

She didn't know how long it had been. She sat on the ground outside the office, just waiting for him to come out. When she heard the door open, she shot up.

Phil slammed the door shut, rattling the walls, and stormed down the hall. He didn't even glance at her. April frowned, but quickly ran after him.

"Phil!"

He whirled around, a scowl on his face.

"I told you to go, April."

"But..."

"Why are you still here?!"

April knew he had an anger problem. She read about it on the dirt sheets. She heard the guys backstage talk about it. Hell, she's had his ex-girlfriends - Amy Dumas and Beth Phoenix - tell her to her face, but she just brushed them off as being jealous.

Now she knew what they were talking about.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay..." She says, softly.

His face softens just a little, but he yells, "Do I fucking look okay?!"

"I..."

"I just fucking quit! Do you think I'm okay?"

April's eyes widen. "You... You quit?"

"I went in there and told Vince that I'm going home," He says. "I'm getting on a plane and going to Chicago. I'm fucking sick of this company."

"But..."

Phil saw the sad look on his girlfriend's face and sighed. "Look, April. I've been fed up with this company for a while, long before I started dating you."

"But you're leaving me."

"You can come visit me in Chicago whenever you want," He says. "I promise this has nothing to do with you. I love you, April, more than I've ever loved anybody. I just can't take working for this company anymore."

It was silent for a minute or two. Phil looked at April's sad, thinking face. He wanted nothing more than for her to be happy, but he needed to be happy too, and working for the WWE wasn't doing that for him.

Finally, April sighs. "Okay. Go. I'll miss you a lot, but like you said, I can visit you."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Phil asks, concerned.

April nods and attempts a smile. "Yeah. I'm okay. Now go before I'm not okay."

Phil hugs her and she rests her head on his chest. He kisses the top of her head.

"You're an asshole, you know that?" She mumbles into his shirt.

He laughs. Maybe a little too loudly, but he really needed to. He couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed.

"Yeah, I know."

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"In the chill of your stare I am painfully lost, like a deer in the lights of an oncoming bus."