Post by Chelsea Armstrong on Sept 23, 2013 23:53:08 GMT -5
Chelsea: So close! I was so close! And he takes the easy way out?!
A frustrated scream follows through before the sound of a door slamming can be heard as a man’s voice comes through calm and stern.
Man: Miss. Armstrong, you need to calm down, let me look at your head.
Chelsea: There’s nothing to look at! He hit me with a pair of brass knuckles, that’s nothing! I have and will endure worse when I step into that ring this week, can I just leave.
Man: You just got out of the ring, don’t worry about your match at the PPV because if you don’t let me look at you you’re not going to have one.
Turning my emerald green eyes burn through him like two hot iron rods as he backs up slightly, holding his hands up.
Man: Kidding…kidding…just please let me take a quick look and then I’ll let you go. If I don’t check it out I could lose my job if you turned out injured worse than you thought. So please, for my job, just sit down for five minutes.
An irritated sigh leaves my lips as I sit down looking toward the ceiling as he walks over pulling my hair back slightly looking at my scalp as any pain is masked by my frustration.
Man: There is a small bit of swelling but nothing too serious, just by first glance I’d say you have at most a hairline fracture. So you’re going to be sore for a while but you’ll be fine.
Chelsea: Like I said, it’s nothing.
Man: Just take it easy, you already got told to watch the shots to the head your first week here.
Chelsea: You think it’s my idea to constantly get knocked out by those pathetic wanna be's in the ring?! You think I wake up and stare at myself in the mirror and think “oh I would just love it if TJ knocked me out with a chair today.” Or “Oh please Michael bring those brass knuckles into our match!”, I don’t plan this!
Man: Calm down, calm down…just take it easy going into your match this week, ok?
Chelsea: Whatever, can I go now?
Man: Yes you can, but if you start feeling any serious pain make sure you report to the nearest hospital.
Chelsea: Yeah yeah.
Man: Chelsea…
Chelsea: I will! Can I please go; I have a lot to do.
Backing away from me he allows me to stand up as I grab my black bag from the floor before storming out of the room letting the door hit the wall as I do, walking toward the exit I keep my eyes focused not wanting to talk to anyone as I push through the double doors and make my way to my car as I get in heading my way back to the hotel. The drive is quick and quiet as my fingers thump against the steering wheel as I reach the hotel, getting out I make my way to my room as again I keep my eyes locked forward not wanting to talk to anyone as I walk into my room before closing the door behind me and turning the lock. Looking back into the room I grab my bag throwing it across the room as I let out a scream before sinking against the door as I fall to my knees staring at the carpet.
Chelsea: What is wrong with me!?
MoD: I think you know…
A gasp leaves my lips as I grab my head closing my eyes tight as I move my head back and forth.
Chelsea: No no no….no not you…
MoD: Oh come on sweetheart, you know you need me…you know you’re nothing without me.
Chelsea: I’ve been fine without you!
MoD: Really? Losing every match you’ve competed in…that’s three loses in a row my love…to me you need me know more than ever.
Chelsea: No! I can’t!
MoD: Why? TJ knows what you’re capable of…he was with me, remember? Why do you fear me when I’m your only chance against him? You’re not afraid of hurting him…are you?
Chelsea: What? No! I want to hurt him! Just…
MoD: Just not with me…but hunny, he’s asking for it! He challenged you in YOUR match…he called you out, for YOUR match. Do you honestly think you can go into this match alone and lay that sweet sweet glass into his fragile flesh?
Chelsea: Yes, I can!
MoD: Please spare me the pathetic attempts at sounding tough, no one has believed you since you stepped foot here and I sure as hell won’t. Babe…look at it this way, this is a new federation where very few people know this part of you. None of those new guys have witnessed the Mistress of Darkness…you tried to bring me out last week against Michael, you said it yourself…so again I ask, why are you so scared to bring it out against TJ?
Chelsea: I don’t know, ok!
MoD: Exactly…then let me do this, you pull me in and anything you’re feeling goes out the window and I leave him lying in the middle of the ring just like he left you one week one! This is a Tai Pei Deathmatch Chelsea! This is our match; this is where you’ve excelled! If you let me in he doesn’t stand a chance Chelsea!
Chelsea: Fine! But leave me alone until then!
MoD: As you wish…
Her cruel laugh echoes within my mind as I lean my head against the wooden door taking a deep breath. I wait…listening for her voice as only the silence of the room fills my senses allowing me a moment of peace before I’m startled as my cellphone going off in my pocket. Pulling it out I see an unknown number on the screen as I cautiously answer it before placing it against my ear.
Chelsea: Hello?
I hear her take a deep breath
Doctor: Hey
Chelsea: Oh, Hey…I’d almost gave up on getting a call.
Doctor: Yeah it hasn't exactly been easy...
Chelsea: I can’t imagine…so how did he react when you managed to get to him?
Doctor: If it wasn't me asking they'll have had their head ripped from their shoulders with his bare hands
Chelsea: I guess I should feel lucky that I agreed to let you be the one to talk to him then huh? Doesn't surprise me though, can only imagine the hell I’m going to have to pay for all of this. Did he at least agree to anything?
Doctor: I can't honestly say, he did listen though which is a step in the right direction and something else kind of came up...
Chelsea: Suppose that’s a start, and what else?
Doctor: Let's just say I reminded him of a few things
Taking a deep breath I let it out before staring across my hotel room at the emptiness.
Chelsea: What kind of things…
Doctor: We got reacquainted...
Chelsea: I see…
I let a soft laugh fall from my lips as I shake my head before softly running my hand through my hair feeling a little tenderness as I do but ignore it.
Chelsea: Well I’m glad you two…hit it off. Does that act as a persuasion technique?
Doctor: It was more for my benefit than anyone else's... Plus I just needed to... I don't want to lose him... I'm not worried about him straying... it’s the other women...
Chelsea: I understand, I mean…he is a quite a catch, not saying I’m interested…I’d never do that to anyone. Just I get what you mean, if you don’t take the precautions now next thing you know you’ll be making up excuses to keep yourself happy and going to his best friend.
Laughing to myself I lean my head against the door closing my eyes as I will myself to stay in control.
Chelsea: So are you um…feeling any better now that you’ve been with him again?
Doctor: This feels weird speaking to you of all people... But he's the only one I feel safe and content around despite everything that's happened between us...
Chelsea: That goes for both of us…again I understand what you mean and I can’t blame you, I’ve seen first-hand how protective he is of you…it’s pretty much like his number one job is your safety…it’s actually kind of sweet. Anyway…I’m getting too mushy over here…the PPV is this weekend…what are my chances that he’ll show and not tear me limb from limb?
Doctor: Somewhere between a snowballs chance in hell and no chance at all... He's different more vicious, if that's even possible... He's just seems angry at the world...
Chelsea: Oh great...so on top of the usual ass kicking I’ll no doubt be getting if TJ has his way, I now have my supposed 'help' to take me out...why did I even try this. Don't get me wrong I appreciate your help...I'm just starting to feel like I’m wasting my breath.
Doctor: It's not you he's angry at though... Plus you know what he brings to the table, you want to win a match then you've gone to the wrong person, you want to go to war then there's no one better...
Chelsea: Maybe so but as soon as he sees my face I know he's going to want to have it on a platter. And honestly right now I want both...I haven't won a stupid match in this place since I started! It's starting to catch up to me and it's not going to end well for anyone...I know you're right though and I want him there. Things are coming together good overall...we're getting stronger, but if we're going to beat the others we need someone who knows how to handle this type of stuff...and deep down I know it's him.
Doctor: There isn't much you can do about that, there's a lot of bad blood, actually more like the pacific ocean of bad blood between us... But from what I've seen it's pretty much gang warfare in Eov... which is why you need someone like him, He's been raised in gang warfare, it’s what he knows... Plus you need someone that can be as cunning and as vicious as them... Last time I checked there's not many if any more vicious and cunning than him... You've felt how cold, vicious and cunning he can be first hand...
Chelsea: That you have right...right now honestly I basically just trust you. I mean you've helped me this far with everything; I have to see it through. As for the situation in EoV, you couldn't be any more right...I know he's the best choice I have; it's just going to take some growing on both of our parts. If he comes in and we can't even trust each other then I’m in a worse place than I was before...it's going to take a lot of work once he actually steps into this federation, and isn't that true..
Doctor: Trust me he hates bullies, just make sure to give him space and try not to piss him off...
Chelsea: I’ll try my best…thanks again for helping me with all of this. For now I’ll let you get back to work, I’m supposed to be resting anyway…so guess I should do so, got a lot to sleep on that’s for sure. If anything changes or anything else comes up will you let me know?
Doctor: I'm not doing this to help you; I'm doing it for him... And I'll let you know if I can...
I hear a voice over the tannoy in the background...
Doctor: I better go but I want you to know part of me still wouldn't mind seeing him take your head off your shoulders... Bye
I hear the click of a phone being hung up as I laugh letting her words sink in.
Chelsea: That’s more like it.
Putting my phone back into my pocket I look across the room to the bed but decide I don’t want to move as I allow myself to lay on my back on the floor looking up at the ceiling as I can’t help but picture TJ’s face above me with that mocking smirk as I try to shake it away letting my mind drift off into nothingness as I get the first bit of serenity I have had all weekend.
A frustrated scream follows through before the sound of a door slamming can be heard as a man’s voice comes through calm and stern.
Man: Miss. Armstrong, you need to calm down, let me look at your head.
Chelsea: There’s nothing to look at! He hit me with a pair of brass knuckles, that’s nothing! I have and will endure worse when I step into that ring this week, can I just leave.
Man: You just got out of the ring, don’t worry about your match at the PPV because if you don’t let me look at you you’re not going to have one.
Turning my emerald green eyes burn through him like two hot iron rods as he backs up slightly, holding his hands up.
Man: Kidding…kidding…just please let me take a quick look and then I’ll let you go. If I don’t check it out I could lose my job if you turned out injured worse than you thought. So please, for my job, just sit down for five minutes.
An irritated sigh leaves my lips as I sit down looking toward the ceiling as he walks over pulling my hair back slightly looking at my scalp as any pain is masked by my frustration.
Man: There is a small bit of swelling but nothing too serious, just by first glance I’d say you have at most a hairline fracture. So you’re going to be sore for a while but you’ll be fine.
Chelsea: Like I said, it’s nothing.
Man: Just take it easy, you already got told to watch the shots to the head your first week here.
Chelsea: You think it’s my idea to constantly get knocked out by those pathetic wanna be's in the ring?! You think I wake up and stare at myself in the mirror and think “oh I would just love it if TJ knocked me out with a chair today.” Or “Oh please Michael bring those brass knuckles into our match!”, I don’t plan this!
Man: Calm down, calm down…just take it easy going into your match this week, ok?
Chelsea: Whatever, can I go now?
Man: Yes you can, but if you start feeling any serious pain make sure you report to the nearest hospital.
Chelsea: Yeah yeah.
Man: Chelsea…
Chelsea: I will! Can I please go; I have a lot to do.
Backing away from me he allows me to stand up as I grab my black bag from the floor before storming out of the room letting the door hit the wall as I do, walking toward the exit I keep my eyes focused not wanting to talk to anyone as I push through the double doors and make my way to my car as I get in heading my way back to the hotel. The drive is quick and quiet as my fingers thump against the steering wheel as I reach the hotel, getting out I make my way to my room as again I keep my eyes locked forward not wanting to talk to anyone as I walk into my room before closing the door behind me and turning the lock. Looking back into the room I grab my bag throwing it across the room as I let out a scream before sinking against the door as I fall to my knees staring at the carpet.
Chelsea: What is wrong with me!?
MoD: I think you know…
A gasp leaves my lips as I grab my head closing my eyes tight as I move my head back and forth.
Chelsea: No no no….no not you…
MoD: Oh come on sweetheart, you know you need me…you know you’re nothing without me.
Chelsea: I’ve been fine without you!
MoD: Really? Losing every match you’ve competed in…that’s three loses in a row my love…to me you need me know more than ever.
Chelsea: No! I can’t!
MoD: Why? TJ knows what you’re capable of…he was with me, remember? Why do you fear me when I’m your only chance against him? You’re not afraid of hurting him…are you?
Chelsea: What? No! I want to hurt him! Just…
MoD: Just not with me…but hunny, he’s asking for it! He challenged you in YOUR match…he called you out, for YOUR match. Do you honestly think you can go into this match alone and lay that sweet sweet glass into his fragile flesh?
Chelsea: Yes, I can!
MoD: Please spare me the pathetic attempts at sounding tough, no one has believed you since you stepped foot here and I sure as hell won’t. Babe…look at it this way, this is a new federation where very few people know this part of you. None of those new guys have witnessed the Mistress of Darkness…you tried to bring me out last week against Michael, you said it yourself…so again I ask, why are you so scared to bring it out against TJ?
Chelsea: I don’t know, ok!
MoD: Exactly…then let me do this, you pull me in and anything you’re feeling goes out the window and I leave him lying in the middle of the ring just like he left you one week one! This is a Tai Pei Deathmatch Chelsea! This is our match; this is where you’ve excelled! If you let me in he doesn’t stand a chance Chelsea!
Chelsea: Fine! But leave me alone until then!
MoD: As you wish…
Her cruel laugh echoes within my mind as I lean my head against the wooden door taking a deep breath. I wait…listening for her voice as only the silence of the room fills my senses allowing me a moment of peace before I’m startled as my cellphone going off in my pocket. Pulling it out I see an unknown number on the screen as I cautiously answer it before placing it against my ear.
Chelsea: Hello?
I hear her take a deep breath
Doctor: Hey
Chelsea: Oh, Hey…I’d almost gave up on getting a call.
Doctor: Yeah it hasn't exactly been easy...
Chelsea: I can’t imagine…so how did he react when you managed to get to him?
Doctor: If it wasn't me asking they'll have had their head ripped from their shoulders with his bare hands
Chelsea: I guess I should feel lucky that I agreed to let you be the one to talk to him then huh? Doesn't surprise me though, can only imagine the hell I’m going to have to pay for all of this. Did he at least agree to anything?
Doctor: I can't honestly say, he did listen though which is a step in the right direction and something else kind of came up...
Chelsea: Suppose that’s a start, and what else?
Doctor: Let's just say I reminded him of a few things
Taking a deep breath I let it out before staring across my hotel room at the emptiness.
Chelsea: What kind of things…
Doctor: We got reacquainted...
Chelsea: I see…
I let a soft laugh fall from my lips as I shake my head before softly running my hand through my hair feeling a little tenderness as I do but ignore it.
Chelsea: Well I’m glad you two…hit it off. Does that act as a persuasion technique?
Doctor: It was more for my benefit than anyone else's... Plus I just needed to... I don't want to lose him... I'm not worried about him straying... it’s the other women...
Chelsea: I understand, I mean…he is a quite a catch, not saying I’m interested…I’d never do that to anyone. Just I get what you mean, if you don’t take the precautions now next thing you know you’ll be making up excuses to keep yourself happy and going to his best friend.
Laughing to myself I lean my head against the door closing my eyes as I will myself to stay in control.
Chelsea: So are you um…feeling any better now that you’ve been with him again?
Doctor: This feels weird speaking to you of all people... But he's the only one I feel safe and content around despite everything that's happened between us...
Chelsea: That goes for both of us…again I understand what you mean and I can’t blame you, I’ve seen first-hand how protective he is of you…it’s pretty much like his number one job is your safety…it’s actually kind of sweet. Anyway…I’m getting too mushy over here…the PPV is this weekend…what are my chances that he’ll show and not tear me limb from limb?
Doctor: Somewhere between a snowballs chance in hell and no chance at all... He's different more vicious, if that's even possible... He's just seems angry at the world...
Chelsea: Oh great...so on top of the usual ass kicking I’ll no doubt be getting if TJ has his way, I now have my supposed 'help' to take me out...why did I even try this. Don't get me wrong I appreciate your help...I'm just starting to feel like I’m wasting my breath.
Doctor: It's not you he's angry at though... Plus you know what he brings to the table, you want to win a match then you've gone to the wrong person, you want to go to war then there's no one better...
Chelsea: Maybe so but as soon as he sees my face I know he's going to want to have it on a platter. And honestly right now I want both...I haven't won a stupid match in this place since I started! It's starting to catch up to me and it's not going to end well for anyone...I know you're right though and I want him there. Things are coming together good overall...we're getting stronger, but if we're going to beat the others we need someone who knows how to handle this type of stuff...and deep down I know it's him.
Doctor: There isn't much you can do about that, there's a lot of bad blood, actually more like the pacific ocean of bad blood between us... But from what I've seen it's pretty much gang warfare in Eov... which is why you need someone like him, He's been raised in gang warfare, it’s what he knows... Plus you need someone that can be as cunning and as vicious as them... Last time I checked there's not many if any more vicious and cunning than him... You've felt how cold, vicious and cunning he can be first hand...
Chelsea: That you have right...right now honestly I basically just trust you. I mean you've helped me this far with everything; I have to see it through. As for the situation in EoV, you couldn't be any more right...I know he's the best choice I have; it's just going to take some growing on both of our parts. If he comes in and we can't even trust each other then I’m in a worse place than I was before...it's going to take a lot of work once he actually steps into this federation, and isn't that true..
Doctor: Trust me he hates bullies, just make sure to give him space and try not to piss him off...
Chelsea: I’ll try my best…thanks again for helping me with all of this. For now I’ll let you get back to work, I’m supposed to be resting anyway…so guess I should do so, got a lot to sleep on that’s for sure. If anything changes or anything else comes up will you let me know?
Doctor: I'm not doing this to help you; I'm doing it for him... And I'll let you know if I can...
I hear a voice over the tannoy in the background...
Doctor: I better go but I want you to know part of me still wouldn't mind seeing him take your head off your shoulders... Bye
I hear the click of a phone being hung up as I laugh letting her words sink in.
Chelsea: That’s more like it.
Putting my phone back into my pocket I look across the room to the bed but decide I don’t want to move as I allow myself to lay on my back on the floor looking up at the ceiling as I can’t help but picture TJ’s face above me with that mocking smirk as I try to shake it away letting my mind drift off into nothingness as I get the first bit of serenity I have had all weekend.
