The time for Payback has come in several senses of the word as feud have been building for weeks. A lot was going on that night as 4 matches had already finished while Y/N fixed the tape around his wrists one more time. He knew Miz wasn't there just yet, so he made his way to the parking lot to welcome him. Everyone was looking forward to see how this Street Fight would end as the commentary team did their best to capture the tension that was present.

Y/N:" I won't hesitate to put him down. Miz was even stupid enough to put his title on the line."

Yes, this Street Fight was also for the Intercontinental Championship, which added a completely different dimension to it. Now it would feel like all the matches for the Hardcore title, but without having to defend it 24/7. Resting against a pillar, Y/N crossed his arms and hummed to himself, even as other people passed by and greeted him. If payback was what he wanted, then he would do anything to get it. A few more cars pulled in one after the other until Y/N opened his eyes and saw the black limousine that had Miz inside. The younger man grabbed an iron bar and approached the vehicle, telling the driver to get out, before smashing the windows.

Y/N:" Get out of there, Miz! You gotta fight me one way or another!"

Miz:" What is wrong with you? That will cost you dearly!"

Y/N:" Screw the money. I just wanna demolish you!"

With both of them just a few feet apart, it didn't take long for the real fight to start when both men traded blows. Y/N wasn't very often like this, but that night really called for something else. Miz hit him square in the face, but that only served to piss him off even more until Y/N lifted Miz up and slammed him on the windshield.

Fans who stood nearby along with some security guards really tried to intervene and get the match to the ring, but Y/N was having none of that right now. He watched Miz squirm on the car before rolling off. There were light tubes nearby, which gave Y/N another idea as he grabbed a bunch of them. On his way to approach Miz again though, the A-Lister caught Y/N with a Dropkick which made the tubes explode.

With an extreme start like that, fans knew this wasn't going to be a pretty match. Y/N was down to one knee, wiping his eyes while Miz slowly stumbled further into the arena. There was a lot of concern for the two because nobody knew what else they had in mind to put the final nail in the coffin one way or another. With refs everywhere, it looked like more than just a match as the two superstars made their way to the ring, but not without teasing more blows. Fists started flying in every direction and the hate they had towards each other was definitly starting to boil over with every step they took. Miz grabbed a steel chair from underneath and then got inside, putting it down unfolded. He locked up with Y/N and was about to suplex him, but Y/N quickly turned the tables.

This caused some more separation between them for a while as Y/N took it upon himself to go out again and fill the ring with more objects. More chairs, a table, kendo sticks, sledgehammers and he even bridged a ladder in between the ring and the barricade. With things ready like this, something bad was on the horizon for sure, but Y/N didn't mind very much as he climbed on the apron again, only to see Miz flip him off.

This shocked the crowd as Y/N ran a hand through his hair and just laughed. He didn't take this gesture seriously at the moment and Miz hated that reaction with a passion. The two stared each other down and thought about what to do next until Miz had an idea as he ran to the ropes. Under normal circumstances, this could've worked out well for him and he might've gotten away with it, but this wasn't the case tonight as Y/N grabbed a nearby trashcan as Miz came flying in.

Many of the hardcore fans loved this match already and ate it up as if they were starved of such things. Sure, WWE wasn't as extreme as it used to ne in the old days and some other companies had more matches like that in their existence, but Y/N and Miz were doing everything they could to make this entertaining for everyone at home and in attendance. With Miz slowly getting to his knees, the next hit didn't take too long as Y/N had a kendo stick in hand and tapped his shoulder a few times.

Y/N:" You shouldn't have messed with me, man. Don't you know what happens to such people?"

Miz:" You kissed my wife, you son of a bitch!"

There it was. Apparently Miz now knew what happened at the end of Y/N's birthday party. Either someone saw Y/N and Maryse and told him or Maryse was taking the liberty of revealing the truth, but it really stung now for both men. On one hand, Y/N really didn't want to interfere with their relationship at all. On the other hand, Miz wasn't exactly being the vest husband and father he could be. So it was now one opinion against another. And that really upped the intensity like crazy when Y/N hit Miz again.

All the memories flooded back to him. From the first time Miz wasn't around to take care of the family to only talking about his own career and boasting about his movies. It ticked Y/N off more than anyone could imagine and the fans sensed that shift very quickly. It was like he snapped after all that and Miz was the punching bag in this case which only got worse for him when Y/N dragged him back up, lifted him up for a Powerbomb and threw him through the ladder.

By the looks of things, Miz landed awkwardly there as he was clutching his neck. This prompted the ringside doctors to get active while some referees had to hold Y/N off, otherwise he would cause more damage. Some people in the front row were able to see what was going on and heard the doctors talk about cutting the match short with a quick finish, eventhough it has been going on for almost twenty minutes by now. Y/N was informed about this as well, but he knew what to do to put this match to rest. So he went towards Miz, dragged him over to the announce table and put him on it. All eyes were on the two right now with everyone trying to talk some sense into Y/N who seemingly didn't listen. He was way too focussed on the performance and making this look as real as possible when he put Miz down for the final count.

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The Street Fight was over now and there was a new Intercontinental Champion in town. His name: Y/N L/N! Y/N rolled away from Miz and used the stairs to help himself get back to his feet. The official ref for the match handed the title to the young man, all while Miz was helped to the back for a full medical evaluation.

Y/N was in the ring, celebrating his fourth championship reign in WWE. It was the right time to take things in a different direction as the fans cheered him, looking forward to what this new age was going to bring for everyone.