Post by Chase Michaels on Nov 17, 2013 17:58:35 GMT -5
Saturday 9th November 2013.
The scene opens as I'm standing in my hotel room in Salt Lake City Utah, dressed in a pair of jeans, a black hoodie and pair of black Nike trainers and a black Harley Davidson Road Warrior 3-in-1 Leather Jacket with my Saints of Anarchy cut over the top of the jacket I'm just about to get on the road for the trip to Pierre, South Dakota when I get a phone call from my sister Jenna who's back home in California.
Jenna: Rob you need to get to Saint Mary's hospital, as fast as you can...
A state of confusion hits me.
Chase: Why?
Jenna: It's Aeryn she's been rushed to hospital with a...
Chase: I'm on my way...
I don't even wait I quickly toss my phone in my bag and rush out the door... I quickly fix my bag to the back of my bike before heading for the I-80 W as I know it's the quickest route back to Redwood. The miles flash past in a haze as I speed my way back to Redwood only stopping for fuel all the time my mind racing as to if she's alright. I arrive at Saint Mary's hospital where I pull my black 2003 Harley Davidson Dyna Super Glide Sport up in the staff park and rush my way in side. I'm met inside by my sister Jenna...
Chase: Where is she?
Jenna: Right his way...
We rush through the hospital's corridors making our way to the Intensive Care Unit. I see several Redwood police deputies standing outside one of the private rooms along with Redwood's Chief of Police Dresden who spots me coming and motions for the two deputies to step a side as I approach. I stand in the door way frozen in complete shock as I see Aeryn laying in the hospital bed with a breathing tube in her mouth and wires connected to various parts of her body. I stand there longing with everything I am to see her angelic smile appear on her face but instead she looks completely still and helpless as she lays there but also oddly at peace. As I make my way to her side I feel my legs getting weak, I gently reach out and hold her hand in mine as I fall to my knees at her bedside. After a few moments I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up and it's almost like a dream as I see Aeryn looking down at me but as I concentrate that sense of hope is erased as I realise it's not Aeryn looking back at me but the familiar face of Izzy Aeryn's younger sister standing over me.
Izzy: You're no good to her on your knees... Sit in the chair...
She helps me back up to my feet before pulling the chair in closer and I sit down in the chair just sitting there just looking at Aeryn with the breathing tube coming out of her mouth. I watch over her with a feeling of disbelief and regret as my mind runs through various dark and nightmarish scenarios that has lead the woman that means more to me than even the breath in my lungs, to be lying in a hospital bed in the intensive care unit with a machine helping her breathe and cling to a life that I delusionally abandoned her in, in a foolish attempt to keep her safe from the dangers of the life that I live.
A while later Dresden the grizzled and slightly balding Chief of Redwood Police department comes in accompanied by a slightly shorter and elder Doctor Edwards. The doctor checks on the machines obviously with the hope of avoiding conversation with me the villainous outlaw biker and the corrupted Chief of police. As he does Dresden slowly makes his way over to me almost like he was trying to prolong his own life by taking each step as slowly as he could. Eventually he can't prolong it anymore as he stands a few feet away from me.
Dresden: We need to talk about what happened, she was rushed in after your mother found her on the floor of your home with an empty bottle of OxyContin and a empty bottle of vodka near her. And when they did her blood work they found high levels of a sedative called..
Dresden looks over at the doctor who is pretending to monitor the machines around Aeryn's bed.
Dresden: What was the sedative you found in her blood work?
The elderly doctor nervously avoids eye contact with me as he maintains the illusion that he's going to be able to speak to corrupt chief of law enforcement as not to have to interact with the dangerous and vile outlaw biker in case the biker turned violent which he has a reputation for doing.
Doctor: She had high levels of Lorazepam..
Dresden turns back to me
Dresden: We both know the Saints keep drugs out of Redwood but you think she could of got them from someone in your world...
I glare up at him knowing that both of us know that's a load of bull shit.
Chase: You really think Aeryn would abuse drugs... It's a load of bullshit... She only ever takes headache tablets and then she follows the recommended dose... There's no way in hell that she would take Oxy or what ever the hell he said... And then to mix it with Vodka... Aeryn doesn't drink vodka... Hell she hardly drinks at all...
I see a look on Dresden's face that he knows something that he really doesn't want to say to me as he's worried about how I'll react as he's more than once has seen the results of my anger.
Dresden: I've spoken to several people of her friends and made several inquires in town and they're telling me a different story, after Kensi death and your exile... I'm not sure how else to say this... It's hit her hard, she's been on Compassionate leave from the hospital due to suspected major depressive disorder and she was instructed to get help and she's regularly been seen buying alcohol in town...
The world around me caves in as if I'm being sucked into a black hole as I come to the realisation that I abandoned her when she needed me the most and I was the one responsible for all of the bad shit that has happened to her, having her hand broken almost crippled as a warning by one of those that wanted me to play ball with them, her being kidnapped and almost raped to get to me and then her being shot and being clinically dead for several minutes before they were able to revive her, having her best friend shot and killed as she watched on helpless all because we refused to do business with a rival and then after surviving all that she has to watch helpless as I abandon her and leave her with jackals... Sure at the time I was trying to keep her safe but for her to have to endure all that because of me and then for me to walk away and abandon her... I may have well forced the pills and alcohol down her throat myself... I'm snapped out of my pity of despair as I hear familiar voice...
Connors: I think it'll be best if you left my clients be Chief Dresden...
I look over and see Robert Connors dressed in an expensive grey Kiton K50 hand made suit and his hair slicked back like you would see on a made man in a Godfellas type movie. Along with his girlfriend and Kate Morgan who's brown auburn shoulder length hair neatly frames her face similarly to the way her black leather jacket and pencil skirt perfectly accentuate her natural curves.
Dresden: I'm just trying to find out what exactly happen to the poor girl.
Connors: I'm afraid I have to insist that you'll have to direct any of your questions to my office as I'll be acting as an intermediary during this trying time for my clients. So if you have any more questions I suggest you write them up and send them to my office, I'm sure you know the address.
Dresden looks back at me and shakes his head as he's been down this road with before and knows that he'll never win against Connors.
Scene fades out.
The scene reopens on the Kansas State Capitol in Topeka, Kansas I'm standing in front of the building dressed in my usual attire of a pair of jeans, a black hoodie and pair of black Nike Air Max trainers and a black Harley Davidson Road Warrior 3-in-1 Leather Jacket with my Saints of Anarchy cut over the top of the jacket, standing behind me is Red dressed in her long red hooded cloak. I stand looking at the camera.
Chase: Greetings from Topeka Kansas, I'm off course The Lone Wolf Chase Michaels and we're infront of the Kansas State Capitol here in Topeka Kansas. To be honest we were out walking around and thought it was about time I spoke to the WCF and it's fans. Lets get right down to business this week I'm in a tag team match with that idiot Damon King, he's popped up in several promotions I've been apart of and to be honest I can't actually tell you anything that memorable about him other than...
I pause for a second as I look to side thinking.
Chase: Nope that was someone else... I'm sure it's safe to say that my tag partner is someone completely useless much like people probably view me in so far in WCF. I mean since I've arrived here I've lost my first match to Slap happy and then was eliminated by Slap Happy in the traditional Hellimination match... I think I see a recurring theme don't you... And then manage to beat the King Jon Michaels only to not even booked last week which was actually a benefit as I had personal business to take care of... This week I'm facing some team called Kilted Venom which consists of a Scotsman and some guy that thinks he's a snake or a big fan of Spiderman's arch nemesis Venom... I'm not sure why else he would be refered to as Ryan “Venom” Rhodes...
One of my trademark devilish smirks comes across my face...
Chase: These to fellas think that just because one of them has had one to many haggis pies that I won't be able to out grapple his fat behind. But you see it goes to show that they really have no idea who the hell they're messing with I mean they did the whole comedy routine of getting me mixed up with that fool Jon Michaels... But you see the difference between me other than the fact that I beat the royal jackass in a match is that I'll be the one beating both of you two idiots this week... You see I'm not some one trick pony... I'm the Lone Wolf, I'm a master at adapting my wrestling style to beat my opponent... And even if I wasn't able to adapt I can assure you right now that I'm more than capable of suplexing that fat fuck and dropping him on his chrome dome head as many times as I feel like it... You see I know I'm not the biggest guy in the fight but what you two seem to overlook is one of the key aspects of being a technical wrestler, it doesn't matter what size you are I'll still be able to nail you with some sort of suplex, belly to belly, german, dragon, tiger... The list goes on I don't need to hoist you up high in the air to be able to do damage with a suplex... The fact of the matter is I relish the challenge of showing you how to suplex someone much larger than you...
A grin comes across my face...
Chase: You see that's forgetting about the fact that I don't nesscarily have to knock you silly with a suplex, as I showed at Helloween I've got lots of moves I can use to beat your arses with... I can come off the top rope... I can knock you down with any number of strikes and then make you cry for you “maw” with an number of submission moves... You see while people think my size goes against me when I face the big boys... It doesn't it actually aids me, you see unlike others that rely on their strength or the speed to gain the success in this business... I don't rely on any one of my attributes... I rely on the fact that I've trained all of my attributes up and it's combination of my strength, my speed, my cunning and my down right viciousness that makes me The Lone Wolf... You see many people believe the Lone Wolf is just a slogan, an alias I use... But those that step in the ring realise that I live up to being a Lone Wolf... You see I've said it before one of the key survival skills of a wolf is the fact that he's able to outsmart and outlast the competition... Sure a wolf isn't the fastest animal on the planet, sure he isn't the most powerful animal on the planet but he's the one with the greatest survival skills and endurance... And when they need to be a wolf can be as vicious as any predator needs to be... But as vicious as they may be they're cunning... They don't go for the biggest prey... They're able to sense out the weakest most vulnerable prey and it doesn't matter whether they're the oldest or the youngest... The wolf takes down the prey with sickening efficiency...
Another one of my trademark devilish smirks comes across my face...
Chase: You see boys what I'm getting at is you two might think you're the toughest team in this match but what you fail to realise is that I'm the most cunning and vicious man in this match... I don't care what I have to do, to either of you to get the win... I don't care if I have to grab my bat and smash you in you smegging head... I don't care if I have to cripple you knee or dislocate you shoulder... Hell I don't care if I have to snap your damn necks if I have to... You see you two don't have a clue as to what I'm capable of... I've done things that would make you sick to your stomachs, I crucified people in front of their own kin, I've beaten people so badly that they're taken to hospital nearly dead... To I feel remorse for some of the sick things I've done...
I start to laugh...
Chase: Hell no... You see I do what I do to provide for me and mine... I'll do what every it takes me to do to make sure me and mine are looked after... To make sure me and mine survive... Now I know seeing as I'm considered a biker which is also generally associated with being arrogant, ignorant and chauvinistic... You'll learn that I ain't a typical anything... I don't fit into any one group... Well other than being The Lone Wolf... Which is a pretty unique group consisting of let me think...
I stroke my beard as I comically pretend to think...
Chase: You two will learn a very valuable lesson that there is and will only ever be one Lone Wolf... Why.. Cause if there was any more of me the world... No all existence would simultaneously self destruct as nothing not even existence itself would be able to contain that amount of awesome...
A big Joker like grin comes across my face...
Chase: And yes you arrogant ignoramuses... I am that damn awesome... Cause it's simple... I'm The Lone Wolf bitches... I'm going to have some fun come Slam... And boys I'll let you in on a little secret if you think I've come for some pathetic victory over any of you...
The grin disappears as an emotionless look appears on my face...
Chase: You'll be DEAD wrong... I've come here for a fight... I don't care if I win or lose... I just care about providing for me and mine... So be warned boys... Step in the ring with me... And it'll be the biggest mistake of your lives... Cause it's going to be all out war... Cause it's like a wrestler from Brooklyn theme song used to go “Win if you can, survive if I let you. The mood is about to change. You're about to be just...another...victim!”
Scene fades.
The scene opens as I'm standing in my hotel room in Salt Lake City Utah, dressed in a pair of jeans, a black hoodie and pair of black Nike trainers and a black Harley Davidson Road Warrior 3-in-1 Leather Jacket with my Saints of Anarchy cut over the top of the jacket I'm just about to get on the road for the trip to Pierre, South Dakota when I get a phone call from my sister Jenna who's back home in California.
Jenna: Rob you need to get to Saint Mary's hospital, as fast as you can...
A state of confusion hits me.
Chase: Why?
Jenna: It's Aeryn she's been rushed to hospital with a...
Chase: I'm on my way...
I don't even wait I quickly toss my phone in my bag and rush out the door... I quickly fix my bag to the back of my bike before heading for the I-80 W as I know it's the quickest route back to Redwood. The miles flash past in a haze as I speed my way back to Redwood only stopping for fuel all the time my mind racing as to if she's alright. I arrive at Saint Mary's hospital where I pull my black 2003 Harley Davidson Dyna Super Glide Sport up in the staff park and rush my way in side. I'm met inside by my sister Jenna...
Chase: Where is she?
Jenna: Right his way...
We rush through the hospital's corridors making our way to the Intensive Care Unit. I see several Redwood police deputies standing outside one of the private rooms along with Redwood's Chief of Police Dresden who spots me coming and motions for the two deputies to step a side as I approach. I stand in the door way frozen in complete shock as I see Aeryn laying in the hospital bed with a breathing tube in her mouth and wires connected to various parts of her body. I stand there longing with everything I am to see her angelic smile appear on her face but instead she looks completely still and helpless as she lays there but also oddly at peace. As I make my way to her side I feel my legs getting weak, I gently reach out and hold her hand in mine as I fall to my knees at her bedside. After a few moments I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up and it's almost like a dream as I see Aeryn looking down at me but as I concentrate that sense of hope is erased as I realise it's not Aeryn looking back at me but the familiar face of Izzy Aeryn's younger sister standing over me.
Izzy: You're no good to her on your knees... Sit in the chair...
She helps me back up to my feet before pulling the chair in closer and I sit down in the chair just sitting there just looking at Aeryn with the breathing tube coming out of her mouth. I watch over her with a feeling of disbelief and regret as my mind runs through various dark and nightmarish scenarios that has lead the woman that means more to me than even the breath in my lungs, to be lying in a hospital bed in the intensive care unit with a machine helping her breathe and cling to a life that I delusionally abandoned her in, in a foolish attempt to keep her safe from the dangers of the life that I live.
A while later Dresden the grizzled and slightly balding Chief of Redwood Police department comes in accompanied by a slightly shorter and elder Doctor Edwards. The doctor checks on the machines obviously with the hope of avoiding conversation with me the villainous outlaw biker and the corrupted Chief of police. As he does Dresden slowly makes his way over to me almost like he was trying to prolong his own life by taking each step as slowly as he could. Eventually he can't prolong it anymore as he stands a few feet away from me.
Dresden: We need to talk about what happened, she was rushed in after your mother found her on the floor of your home with an empty bottle of OxyContin and a empty bottle of vodka near her. And when they did her blood work they found high levels of a sedative called..
Dresden looks over at the doctor who is pretending to monitor the machines around Aeryn's bed.
Dresden: What was the sedative you found in her blood work?
The elderly doctor nervously avoids eye contact with me as he maintains the illusion that he's going to be able to speak to corrupt chief of law enforcement as not to have to interact with the dangerous and vile outlaw biker in case the biker turned violent which he has a reputation for doing.
Doctor: She had high levels of Lorazepam..
Dresden turns back to me
Dresden: We both know the Saints keep drugs out of Redwood but you think she could of got them from someone in your world...
I glare up at him knowing that both of us know that's a load of bull shit.
Chase: You really think Aeryn would abuse drugs... It's a load of bullshit... She only ever takes headache tablets and then she follows the recommended dose... There's no way in hell that she would take Oxy or what ever the hell he said... And then to mix it with Vodka... Aeryn doesn't drink vodka... Hell she hardly drinks at all...
I see a look on Dresden's face that he knows something that he really doesn't want to say to me as he's worried about how I'll react as he's more than once has seen the results of my anger.
Dresden: I've spoken to several people of her friends and made several inquires in town and they're telling me a different story, after Kensi death and your exile... I'm not sure how else to say this... It's hit her hard, she's been on Compassionate leave from the hospital due to suspected major depressive disorder and she was instructed to get help and she's regularly been seen buying alcohol in town...
The world around me caves in as if I'm being sucked into a black hole as I come to the realisation that I abandoned her when she needed me the most and I was the one responsible for all of the bad shit that has happened to her, having her hand broken almost crippled as a warning by one of those that wanted me to play ball with them, her being kidnapped and almost raped to get to me and then her being shot and being clinically dead for several minutes before they were able to revive her, having her best friend shot and killed as she watched on helpless all because we refused to do business with a rival and then after surviving all that she has to watch helpless as I abandon her and leave her with jackals... Sure at the time I was trying to keep her safe but for her to have to endure all that because of me and then for me to walk away and abandon her... I may have well forced the pills and alcohol down her throat myself... I'm snapped out of my pity of despair as I hear familiar voice...
Connors: I think it'll be best if you left my clients be Chief Dresden...
I look over and see Robert Connors dressed in an expensive grey Kiton K50 hand made suit and his hair slicked back like you would see on a made man in a Godfellas type movie. Along with his girlfriend and Kate Morgan who's brown auburn shoulder length hair neatly frames her face similarly to the way her black leather jacket and pencil skirt perfectly accentuate her natural curves.
Dresden: I'm just trying to find out what exactly happen to the poor girl.
Connors: I'm afraid I have to insist that you'll have to direct any of your questions to my office as I'll be acting as an intermediary during this trying time for my clients. So if you have any more questions I suggest you write them up and send them to my office, I'm sure you know the address.
Dresden looks back at me and shakes his head as he's been down this road with before and knows that he'll never win against Connors.
Scene fades out.
The scene reopens on the Kansas State Capitol in Topeka, Kansas I'm standing in front of the building dressed in my usual attire of a pair of jeans, a black hoodie and pair of black Nike Air Max trainers and a black Harley Davidson Road Warrior 3-in-1 Leather Jacket with my Saints of Anarchy cut over the top of the jacket, standing behind me is Red dressed in her long red hooded cloak. I stand looking at the camera.
Chase: Greetings from Topeka Kansas, I'm off course The Lone Wolf Chase Michaels and we're infront of the Kansas State Capitol here in Topeka Kansas. To be honest we were out walking around and thought it was about time I spoke to the WCF and it's fans. Lets get right down to business this week I'm in a tag team match with that idiot Damon King, he's popped up in several promotions I've been apart of and to be honest I can't actually tell you anything that memorable about him other than...
I pause for a second as I look to side thinking.
Chase: Nope that was someone else... I'm sure it's safe to say that my tag partner is someone completely useless much like people probably view me in so far in WCF. I mean since I've arrived here I've lost my first match to Slap happy and then was eliminated by Slap Happy in the traditional Hellimination match... I think I see a recurring theme don't you... And then manage to beat the King Jon Michaels only to not even booked last week which was actually a benefit as I had personal business to take care of... This week I'm facing some team called Kilted Venom which consists of a Scotsman and some guy that thinks he's a snake or a big fan of Spiderman's arch nemesis Venom... I'm not sure why else he would be refered to as Ryan “Venom” Rhodes...
One of my trademark devilish smirks comes across my face...
Chase: These to fellas think that just because one of them has had one to many haggis pies that I won't be able to out grapple his fat behind. But you see it goes to show that they really have no idea who the hell they're messing with I mean they did the whole comedy routine of getting me mixed up with that fool Jon Michaels... But you see the difference between me other than the fact that I beat the royal jackass in a match is that I'll be the one beating both of you two idiots this week... You see I'm not some one trick pony... I'm the Lone Wolf, I'm a master at adapting my wrestling style to beat my opponent... And even if I wasn't able to adapt I can assure you right now that I'm more than capable of suplexing that fat fuck and dropping him on his chrome dome head as many times as I feel like it... You see I know I'm not the biggest guy in the fight but what you two seem to overlook is one of the key aspects of being a technical wrestler, it doesn't matter what size you are I'll still be able to nail you with some sort of suplex, belly to belly, german, dragon, tiger... The list goes on I don't need to hoist you up high in the air to be able to do damage with a suplex... The fact of the matter is I relish the challenge of showing you how to suplex someone much larger than you...
A grin comes across my face...
Chase: You see that's forgetting about the fact that I don't nesscarily have to knock you silly with a suplex, as I showed at Helloween I've got lots of moves I can use to beat your arses with... I can come off the top rope... I can knock you down with any number of strikes and then make you cry for you “maw” with an number of submission moves... You see while people think my size goes against me when I face the big boys... It doesn't it actually aids me, you see unlike others that rely on their strength or the speed to gain the success in this business... I don't rely on any one of my attributes... I rely on the fact that I've trained all of my attributes up and it's combination of my strength, my speed, my cunning and my down right viciousness that makes me The Lone Wolf... You see many people believe the Lone Wolf is just a slogan, an alias I use... But those that step in the ring realise that I live up to being a Lone Wolf... You see I've said it before one of the key survival skills of a wolf is the fact that he's able to outsmart and outlast the competition... Sure a wolf isn't the fastest animal on the planet, sure he isn't the most powerful animal on the planet but he's the one with the greatest survival skills and endurance... And when they need to be a wolf can be as vicious as any predator needs to be... But as vicious as they may be they're cunning... They don't go for the biggest prey... They're able to sense out the weakest most vulnerable prey and it doesn't matter whether they're the oldest or the youngest... The wolf takes down the prey with sickening efficiency...
Another one of my trademark devilish smirks comes across my face...
Chase: You see boys what I'm getting at is you two might think you're the toughest team in this match but what you fail to realise is that I'm the most cunning and vicious man in this match... I don't care what I have to do, to either of you to get the win... I don't care if I have to grab my bat and smash you in you smegging head... I don't care if I have to cripple you knee or dislocate you shoulder... Hell I don't care if I have to snap your damn necks if I have to... You see you two don't have a clue as to what I'm capable of... I've done things that would make you sick to your stomachs, I crucified people in front of their own kin, I've beaten people so badly that they're taken to hospital nearly dead... To I feel remorse for some of the sick things I've done...
I start to laugh...
Chase: Hell no... You see I do what I do to provide for me and mine... I'll do what every it takes me to do to make sure me and mine are looked after... To make sure me and mine survive... Now I know seeing as I'm considered a biker which is also generally associated with being arrogant, ignorant and chauvinistic... You'll learn that I ain't a typical anything... I don't fit into any one group... Well other than being The Lone Wolf... Which is a pretty unique group consisting of let me think...
I stroke my beard as I comically pretend to think...
Chase: You two will learn a very valuable lesson that there is and will only ever be one Lone Wolf... Why.. Cause if there was any more of me the world... No all existence would simultaneously self destruct as nothing not even existence itself would be able to contain that amount of awesome...
A big Joker like grin comes across my face...
Chase: And yes you arrogant ignoramuses... I am that damn awesome... Cause it's simple... I'm The Lone Wolf bitches... I'm going to have some fun come Slam... And boys I'll let you in on a little secret if you think I've come for some pathetic victory over any of you...
The grin disappears as an emotionless look appears on my face...
Chase: You'll be DEAD wrong... I've come here for a fight... I don't care if I win or lose... I just care about providing for me and mine... So be warned boys... Step in the ring with me... And it'll be the biggest mistake of your lives... Cause it's going to be all out war... Cause it's like a wrestler from Brooklyn theme song used to go “Win if you can, survive if I let you. The mood is about to change. You're about to be just...another...victim!”
Scene fades.
