Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2013 20:53:56 GMT -5
The scene opens to room 220 at the Coliseum Motel in Montgomery, Alabama as I am pacing back and forth on my phone dressed in a pair of black rocker boots and a pair of dark blue jeans. I am talking to my friend and tag team partner, Seifer Black Armstrong and I am tremendously worried about the news he has just informed me about.
“She’s booked Stace in a match against Lionheart! Is she fucking serious!”
I continue pacing, listening to Seifer’s response.
“I don’t give a fuck if she’s the new Owner of WCF…my wife is NOT getting into that ring with Lionheart…I am not going to allow another wrestler to take away another unborn child of ours!”
I take a seat on the edge of my hotel bed where a suitcase lays half packed.
“So you’re telling me she has no fucking choice? Great! Well what about me? Am I booked?”
I scratch my beard a little whilst listening.
“Well I’m still going to be there…I am not letting that freak touch her…even if it means I have to kick the shit out of the entire security team…Lionheart will NOT get my wife again!”
I end the call abruptly as I place my head in my hands, looking down at the floor.
“That fucking BITCH!!!”
I grab the half empty glass of water that was resting on my bedside table and throw it against the wall causing it to shatter into pieces. After a few deep breaths, I scroll through my contacts on my phone and reach Stacy’s number, I hesitate for a moment but then remember that I have no choice so I hit the call button and place it to my ear, after a few rings, she picks up.
“Hi Stace…how are you doing?”
I listen to her response and chuckle a little as she mentions how our unborn daughter has been kicking a lot today. My expression however quickly turns to concern as I know I have to do the unthinkable and tell her to come to the next show to wrestle.
“Listen honey, the company recently changed Owners…and well…the new bitch in charge has gone ahead and booked you in a match against Lionheart. You need to get the first flight you can to Oklahoma City…”
I put my head into my free hand as it pains me to hear my wife’s terrified response, what breaks my heart the most about it is the fact she isn’t scared for her own safety but rather our unborn daughter’s safety.
“I know but there’s nothing I can do about getting the match cancelled…but trust me…he won’t lay a finger on you…I guarantee it!”
I stand to my feet and walk into the en suite bathroom, I turn the cold water tap on and grab a new glass from the side and fill it half way before turning the tap off and taking a large swig of the cool clear liquid.
“Like I said, don’t worry about it. Let me know when you catch the flight and I’ll pick you up at the airport…I love you…bye…”
I end the call and place my phone beside my bed; I take another swig of my water before placing it down beside my phone and continue packing my suitcase as the scene fades.
“She’s booked Stace in a match against Lionheart! Is she fucking serious!”
I continue pacing, listening to Seifer’s response.
“I don’t give a fuck if she’s the new Owner of WCF…my wife is NOT getting into that ring with Lionheart…I am not going to allow another wrestler to take away another unborn child of ours!”
I take a seat on the edge of my hotel bed where a suitcase lays half packed.
“So you’re telling me she has no fucking choice? Great! Well what about me? Am I booked?”
I scratch my beard a little whilst listening.
“Well I’m still going to be there…I am not letting that freak touch her…even if it means I have to kick the shit out of the entire security team…Lionheart will NOT get my wife again!”
I end the call abruptly as I place my head in my hands, looking down at the floor.
“That fucking BITCH!!!”
I grab the half empty glass of water that was resting on my bedside table and throw it against the wall causing it to shatter into pieces. After a few deep breaths, I scroll through my contacts on my phone and reach Stacy’s number, I hesitate for a moment but then remember that I have no choice so I hit the call button and place it to my ear, after a few rings, she picks up.
“Hi Stace…how are you doing?”
I listen to her response and chuckle a little as she mentions how our unborn daughter has been kicking a lot today. My expression however quickly turns to concern as I know I have to do the unthinkable and tell her to come to the next show to wrestle.
“Listen honey, the company recently changed Owners…and well…the new bitch in charge has gone ahead and booked you in a match against Lionheart. You need to get the first flight you can to Oklahoma City…”
I put my head into my free hand as it pains me to hear my wife’s terrified response, what breaks my heart the most about it is the fact she isn’t scared for her own safety but rather our unborn daughter’s safety.
“I know but there’s nothing I can do about getting the match cancelled…but trust me…he won’t lay a finger on you…I guarantee it!”
I stand to my feet and walk into the en suite bathroom, I turn the cold water tap on and grab a new glass from the side and fill it half way before turning the tap off and taking a large swig of the cool clear liquid.
“Like I said, don’t worry about it. Let me know when you catch the flight and I’ll pick you up at the airport…I love you…bye…”
I end the call and place my phone beside my bed; I take another swig of my water before placing it down beside my phone and continue packing my suitcase as the scene fades.
