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"Do
not
love me, envy me, tell me, ask me, hold me, kiss me, touch me, promise
me, challenge me,
mock me, loath me, compliment me, obey me, trust me, dishonor me,
tarnish me, ravish me, tempt
me, approach me, like me, mercy me, miss me, adore me, help me, hate
me, pray for me, despise me,
honor me...... FEAR ME!"
__________________________________________ Few Days After Cuncussion... There he sat, beside me on one of those ricketty hospital chairs. It creaked with every breath he took and wobbled with every movement. His sweaty forhead resting on the palms of his clamy hands. The sound of his breathing some how over powered the heart monitor with sound. His breaths were deep, long and not far apart. He tried not to show how he felt deep down inside. The anger, the flush of dissapointment and rage he felt in himself and in what was Syndicate. Gang Rulz was one of those nights that turned out for the worst and it was a bad night for that to happen. It showed on his face, but his attempt to hide it was truly unconvincing. The one thing that didn't help his mood is his fiance, me, laying in a hospital in what seems to be like a comatose state. Three children at home, he could not bare more stress. He needed me back.. he needed me by his side at home. Not in the hospital. A creak sounded at the door and the Doctor had took a step in, holding on to the nob. Doctor: Mr. Carrington, a word please? In such a deep daze, he did not hear the doctor call him. Doctor: Mr. Carrington please, a moment of your time? Micheal jumped upright and looked over at the doctor with blood pierced eyes. With the nod of his head, he got to his feet and looked back down at me unconscious and lifeless. The sadness bestowed upon his face was heart breaking to anybody with a heart. He headed towards the door. The Doctor taking a step back in to the hospital hallway and Micheal follows, closing the door behind him. Doctor: I'm afraid I have bad news Mr. Carrington. Micheal seemed to have traveled off into another world again, but came back to the snap of the doctors fingers. Doctor: I have some bad news about your wife. He didn't care about the wife word anymore after all, they are due to be wed. He looked deep in to the Doctor's eyes with growing concern. Silkk: Well out with it then! Doctor: Well according to these Scan's we received on your wife's brain.. well! She's at a 98% risk of amnesia! His face struck a new shade of pale. You would almost think he pulled a Michael Jackson. Meanwhile back in the hospital room the heart monitor went from normal to abnormal with irregular beating patterns. The hospital bed began to rattle a bit.The Doctor and Micheal didn't seem to notice as they began to walk down the hallway. Adena: Hey... hey you...wake the fuck up already. I bolt upright in bed, the heart monitor goes back to normal. My eyes are wide and pale.. I raise my hands and feel my head.. there are bandages. I remove my hand and place it in view of my vision to see blood. Adena: 'Bout freakin' time. I point my finger, but at what.. there was nobody there. Madison: Don't get lipy with me. Adena: I can do what I please. I stop with the finger pointing and look down at the sheets before me.. I look around the room and my face turns from startled to dissaproving. Adena: Where are we? Madison: This looks like the hospital.. what in the bloody fucking world happened? Adena: Don't ask me.. I just arrived. Sliding my hands across my legs slowly.. I lean my head downwards and look them front and back. The color was not normal in my eyes, and blood had soaked in to the creases of my one hand. Not only was the reason why I was here confusing to me, but what else is that somebody was talking to me and I could not see her around me. Turning to my left, was empty and vacant space .. turning to my right, there was only a chair, a nigthstand, and a standing lamp. Madison: Where are you? There had been a mirror placed by my feet. I looked at it hesitantly, I slide my fingers down to it and grasped the handle for dear life in my hand. I raise it to my face and look in to it. Adena: Well 'bout time your snotty-no-good-for-nothing ass greeted me. I turned in my eyebrows, and begin to prod the mirror with my free hand. Madison: Look here bitch, I don't tolerate your kind. I'd watch what you say if I were you. She laughed, and I continued to glare at the mirror. Adena: Immagine as you wish. I'm not here to thrust annoying over your shoulders. I'm here to tell you how pathetic you have been these days... how horrible you have got in the ring. How .. soft you have become. Madison: Me soft, who are you to tell me that. Adena: All you need to know is that I can, and I just did. Silence came about the room for a few short moments. Adena: We need to start with your attitude, you need a serious adjustment. I prod the mirror again and then point my finger at it. Madison: My attitude needs an adjustment.. don't make me crawl my ass in there and adjust your face. Adena: That wouldn't be wise. The room went silent when Micheal and the Doctor walked by the window by stopped by the door. I quirked an eyebrow and slide my feet off of the hospital bed. Adena: Hey... where the fuck are you going? Madison: Oh shut the hell up... I don't answer to you! Pressing my index finger down on one of the blinds, I poked my eye inbetween the two and watched them. Adena: Who's there? I shrugged my shoulders. Madison: Fucked if I know. There is only one thing on my mind and that is to get out of here it's making me sick. Adena: You and me both. I turned away from the window and headed back over to the bed. Opening the drawer to the nightstand I notice a small lined piece of paper on the top with writing on it. Taking my hand away from the drawer nob I grab the piece of paper with two fingers and bring it closer to my face. Greg Cherry presents “Fatal Fortunes!” No one will know who they face and in what situation. Will title shots be won? Will partners face each other? Will other stakes be on the line? Will various stipulations lead to injuries or memorable moments? Who knows as Greg Cherry presents “Fatal Fortunes” making Breakdown the most exciting wrestling show each and every week. You will see Alex Desoubrais Jr., Calvan Greene, Jay Gold, Liana Lewis, Josh Hudson, Damian Angel, The Real Speed, Katie Steward, Calli Bennett, Michael Carrington, Shyne, Juan Ramirez, Glacier, Jay Michaels, David Grenier, Sushiking Sellout, Madison Divera, Matt Hodges, Mr. SCW, Justin Davis, B.O.T., Weasel, Priest, David Miller, Lord Valiant, Elizabeth Sweeney, Reckless, Jae Dillinga, Franchesca Chloe, Chris Lawler, Mayhem and the boss, himself, Greg Cherry, all in action. Then there was a little something scribbled at the bottom. In case I am not here when you see this. It's for this upcoming show babe, be prepared okay? I want you to tare up a storm and win whatever match they put you in. I was more confused than every, "babe". Who the hell was calling me babe? And what is this place..? I looked further along the note to see SCW Breakdown and then it clicked.. a federation. A professional wrestling federation. It had been two years since I wrestled, and even then I cannot remember much. The last thing I truly remember what beating somebody senseless in to a coma, Kayla Puhakka! Madison: This should be eventful. For some reason the name Liana Lewis pops out to me. My eyes overlapsed that name again and I stratched the top of my head. Adena: Who cares about the inferior bitch. All that matters is winning, and winning with the style that you haven't had in two years. Now smarten the fuck up. I wasn't paying much attention to her. All I could think about is who I would be facing and who's faces I was able to plant hard in to the matt, so hard that their facial features would be unrecognizeable. It was time for the twisted sick bitch to reign havock upon the wrestling world once again and no matter if it was the most non-talent piece of shit on the roster or even the SCW World Champion for that matter. Thirty-One souls may meet their doom Breakdown night. Any one of those possible unimportant lives will be at stake. One of them will be put up against me. It may be the very last thing they see, the last thing they do, the last thing that they lose at life. It may be the end to their career, or more importantly the end to their life. I turned quickly as the paper dropped from my hands to the floor. The door had opened and in walked the man I did not recognize standing out in the hallway talking to the man in uniform, who had to be unmistakenly the Doctor. My eyes surveyed him up and down with curious eyes. I forgot completely about the piece of paper and turned completely to face the man standing mere feet away from me. I finally broke the silence with a question that would chance mine and his life, for good. Madison: Who the fuck are you? |
