Post by K.I.S.S. on Oct 9, 2015 23:12:52 GMT -6
Ashley Kenyon stands in the office of her doctor at the hospital, staring at him in utter disbelief. Even though it had been a week since she had been rushed here following an attack by Brody Montgomery, the doctor was still giving her what she considered the wrong news, telling her things she most definitely did not want to hear.
Ashley Kenyon: You can’t be fucking serious!
The doctor shakes his head.
Doctor: I’m sorry, you’ll have to be checked again in a few days.
She steps back, not sure if she should punch him or just storm out.
Ashley Kenyon: I have a match in a little over a week, how in the hell am I not cleared right now?
He glances down at her chart.
Doctor: Because you have multiple injuries that haven’t quite healed yet.
Shaking her head, Ashley starts to look away.
Ashley Kenyon: This is just…
She grits her teeth, crossing her arms in frustration.
Ashley Kenyon: I don’t suppose there’s any way i could grease the wheels a little, is there?
The doctor looks up in shock.
Doctor: Are you suggesting a bribe?
Ashley shrugs, her arms staying in place across her chest.
Ashley Kenyon: If that’s what you want to call it, Doc.
Her arms drop, and her stance changes to more of a negotiation than a complaint.
Ashley Kenyon: Look, the guy who made me have to come here in the first place is supposed to get back in the ring legally for the first time in pushing a year and it’s supposed to be with me and right now, you’re telling me I might not get to be in the damn match and thus will get called a complete and utter pussy for a dodging a fight I have honestly been dying to have since i first started with this company so you can imagine my frustration level here.
The doctor nods, slipping his glasses off his face.
Doctor: Yes, I can, but that doesn’t change anything regarding your physical health, Miss Kenyon. Your history of concussions…
Her arms promptly come back to being crossed across her chest.
Ashley Kenyon: This would only be my second one.
The doctor nods in acknowledgment, his tenor otherwise unchanged.
Doctor: Yes, well, that means you now have a history of multiple concussions and thus the testing will be more rigorous for you than for someone who has no history previous to their injury.
Ashley’s arms fall as her incredulousness grows.
Ashley Kenyon: So you’re telling me I’m being held back because of shit i didn’t even do?!?
The doctor merely nods slowly.
Doctor: I’m saying that because you’ve had more than one of this specific injury, caution is required when dealing with the healing process and whether you are fit to enter the ring and fight.
She hangs her head in angry despair.
Ashley Kenyon: Fuck...
She turns and faces the wall, her arms splaying out as she leans over. Hr hands land against the wall, her head drooping between them as she tries to take in all the information that has just been passed to her by the doctor.
Ashley Kenyon: What do you think my chances are of getting cleared so I can compete by October twelfth?
The doctor remains unfazed and unchanged.
Doctor: I would say you have a wonderful chance of being cleared for that match, Miss Kenyon, but I must caution that if you engage in certain activities between now and our next appointment, your chances decrease.
Ashley simply nods as she continues to lean there against the wall.
Ashley Kenyon: Ok… thanks, Doc.
The doctor nods and takes his leave. Ashley stands up and stares at the wall.
Ashley Kenyon: No, no, no, no, no…
She shakes her head and stares at the anatomy display posted on the wall.
Ashley Kenyon: You will not get away… not this time…
She starts to step back, an accusatory index finger extending out from her right hand.
Ashley Kenyon: Not again!
She starts to shake the finger as she starts for the door.
Ashley Kenyon: It’s not gonna be that easy…
Walking out the door, she turns to the side exit and walks out to her Camaro, cell phone in hand.
Ashley Kenyon: Hey, yeah, didn’t get cleared yet.
She pauses as the voice on the other end comes back at her with a tone of disapproval.
Ashley Kenyon: I know I get him in a week, I’ve still got time to get there, don’t I?
The voice comes back again, slightly skeptical.
Ashley Kenyon: You worry too much, I’ll be fine. There’s not a chance in hell I’m gonna miss this!
She hops in her car, ends the call and cranks the engine before speeding out of the parking lot.
A week later…
As the camera opens upon her, Ashley Kenyon stands in her yard, holding her dog’s leash as said dog, Wolfie, bounds in the grass to her right.
Ashley Kenyon: You know, this has been a bitch of a two weeks for me thank to you. First, I lose my championship then I get sent to the hospital because you can’t stop yourself no matter how many legal papers you get to tell you to fuck off.
Pausing, she nods sarcastically to the camera.
Ashley Kenyon: And yes, I realize it could be funny to hear me, of all people, call anything else a bitch considering everybody else seems to think I’m a raging, alcoholic, coke-fiending bitch of a woman that deserves anything in the form of bullshit that comes my way
She shakes her head in outrage and disgust as she glances over at the dog.
Ashley Kenyon: We hear that a lot, don’t we, Wolfie?
Nodding, she looks back into the camera as the dog scans for grass clippings and anything else he can get his paws on.
Ashley Kenyon: The fuck were you even allowed in the building for? Didn’t he fire your ass when you attacked a pregnant employee for no goddamned reason at all?
She pauses and then shrugs.
Ashley Kenyon: So, did you go off and start fucking around on her yet?
Ashley shakes her head, the disgust practically radiating from her eyes.
Ashley Kenyon: It’s what you do, isn’t it? Things get tough and you run out on people, start getting drunk, popping pills and fucking whatever you can get your hands on?
She starts to look away but comes right back to the camera.
Ashley Kenyon: You did this all on purpose you pathetic fucking pussy ass motherfucker! You hit me where you knew, you KNEW you would hurt me. You made damn sure i’d have a helluva time getting cleared to fight you just so you could look into that camera and tell the world i was ducking you!
Trailing off, she almost smirks.
Ashley Kenyon: And you made her watch…
Shaking her head, Ashley glares back into the camera.
Ashley Kenyon: What the fuck is wrong with you and don’t give me this PTSD bullshit! You were an asshole way before Joshua McBride did a goddamned thing to you so don’t go blaming this on him! It’s not the booze, it’s not the pills, it’s not whatever else you’re firing into your system and it damn sure ain’t what the Children did to you…
She points an accusatory finger.
Ashley Kenyon: You’re just a fucking prick who can’t stand to see anything going well so you sabotage the hell out of it even if it’s your own shit and you actually like it!
Her finger lowers as she shrugs dismissively.
Ashley Kenyon: or, at least you claim to anyway. Well i might not be cleared but i swear to whatever you believe in, that I’m walking into that building on Monday, I’m meeting you in the middle of the ring and before the night is over i'm gonna make damn sure you don’t walk out!
The camera pulls in tightly on her outraged and vengeful face.
Ashley Kenyon: Monday just seems like a good day to die, Brody and I’m gonna make sure it’s a fucking memorable one for you!
Ashley Kenyon: You can’t be fucking serious!
The doctor shakes his head.
Doctor: I’m sorry, you’ll have to be checked again in a few days.
She steps back, not sure if she should punch him or just storm out.
Ashley Kenyon: I have a match in a little over a week, how in the hell am I not cleared right now?
He glances down at her chart.
Doctor: Because you have multiple injuries that haven’t quite healed yet.
Shaking her head, Ashley starts to look away.
Ashley Kenyon: This is just…
She grits her teeth, crossing her arms in frustration.
Ashley Kenyon: I don’t suppose there’s any way i could grease the wheels a little, is there?
The doctor looks up in shock.
Doctor: Are you suggesting a bribe?
Ashley shrugs, her arms staying in place across her chest.
Ashley Kenyon: If that’s what you want to call it, Doc.
Her arms drop, and her stance changes to more of a negotiation than a complaint.
Ashley Kenyon: Look, the guy who made me have to come here in the first place is supposed to get back in the ring legally for the first time in pushing a year and it’s supposed to be with me and right now, you’re telling me I might not get to be in the damn match and thus will get called a complete and utter pussy for a dodging a fight I have honestly been dying to have since i first started with this company so you can imagine my frustration level here.
The doctor nods, slipping his glasses off his face.
Doctor: Yes, I can, but that doesn’t change anything regarding your physical health, Miss Kenyon. Your history of concussions…
Her arms promptly come back to being crossed across her chest.
Ashley Kenyon: This would only be my second one.
The doctor nods in acknowledgment, his tenor otherwise unchanged.
Doctor: Yes, well, that means you now have a history of multiple concussions and thus the testing will be more rigorous for you than for someone who has no history previous to their injury.
Ashley’s arms fall as her incredulousness grows.
Ashley Kenyon: So you’re telling me I’m being held back because of shit i didn’t even do?!?
The doctor merely nods slowly.
Doctor: I’m saying that because you’ve had more than one of this specific injury, caution is required when dealing with the healing process and whether you are fit to enter the ring and fight.
She hangs her head in angry despair.
Ashley Kenyon: Fuck...
She turns and faces the wall, her arms splaying out as she leans over. Hr hands land against the wall, her head drooping between them as she tries to take in all the information that has just been passed to her by the doctor.
Ashley Kenyon: What do you think my chances are of getting cleared so I can compete by October twelfth?
The doctor remains unfazed and unchanged.
Doctor: I would say you have a wonderful chance of being cleared for that match, Miss Kenyon, but I must caution that if you engage in certain activities between now and our next appointment, your chances decrease.
Ashley simply nods as she continues to lean there against the wall.
Ashley Kenyon: Ok… thanks, Doc.
The doctor nods and takes his leave. Ashley stands up and stares at the wall.
Ashley Kenyon: No, no, no, no, no…
She shakes her head and stares at the anatomy display posted on the wall.
Ashley Kenyon: You will not get away… not this time…
She starts to step back, an accusatory index finger extending out from her right hand.
Ashley Kenyon: Not again!
She starts to shake the finger as she starts for the door.
Ashley Kenyon: It’s not gonna be that easy…
Walking out the door, she turns to the side exit and walks out to her Camaro, cell phone in hand.
Ashley Kenyon: Hey, yeah, didn’t get cleared yet.
She pauses as the voice on the other end comes back at her with a tone of disapproval.
Ashley Kenyon: I know I get him in a week, I’ve still got time to get there, don’t I?
The voice comes back again, slightly skeptical.
Ashley Kenyon: You worry too much, I’ll be fine. There’s not a chance in hell I’m gonna miss this!
She hops in her car, ends the call and cranks the engine before speeding out of the parking lot.
A week later…
As the camera opens upon her, Ashley Kenyon stands in her yard, holding her dog’s leash as said dog, Wolfie, bounds in the grass to her right.
Ashley Kenyon: You know, this has been a bitch of a two weeks for me thank to you. First, I lose my championship then I get sent to the hospital because you can’t stop yourself no matter how many legal papers you get to tell you to fuck off.
Pausing, she nods sarcastically to the camera.
Ashley Kenyon: And yes, I realize it could be funny to hear me, of all people, call anything else a bitch considering everybody else seems to think I’m a raging, alcoholic, coke-fiending bitch of a woman that deserves anything in the form of bullshit that comes my way
She shakes her head in outrage and disgust as she glances over at the dog.
Ashley Kenyon: We hear that a lot, don’t we, Wolfie?
Nodding, she looks back into the camera as the dog scans for grass clippings and anything else he can get his paws on.
Ashley Kenyon: The fuck were you even allowed in the building for? Didn’t he fire your ass when you attacked a pregnant employee for no goddamned reason at all?
She pauses and then shrugs.
Ashley Kenyon: So, did you go off and start fucking around on her yet?
Ashley shakes her head, the disgust practically radiating from her eyes.
Ashley Kenyon: It’s what you do, isn’t it? Things get tough and you run out on people, start getting drunk, popping pills and fucking whatever you can get your hands on?
She starts to look away but comes right back to the camera.
Ashley Kenyon: You did this all on purpose you pathetic fucking pussy ass motherfucker! You hit me where you knew, you KNEW you would hurt me. You made damn sure i’d have a helluva time getting cleared to fight you just so you could look into that camera and tell the world i was ducking you!
Trailing off, she almost smirks.
Ashley Kenyon: And you made her watch…
Shaking her head, Ashley glares back into the camera.
Ashley Kenyon: What the fuck is wrong with you and don’t give me this PTSD bullshit! You were an asshole way before Joshua McBride did a goddamned thing to you so don’t go blaming this on him! It’s not the booze, it’s not the pills, it’s not whatever else you’re firing into your system and it damn sure ain’t what the Children did to you…
She points an accusatory finger.
Ashley Kenyon: You’re just a fucking prick who can’t stand to see anything going well so you sabotage the hell out of it even if it’s your own shit and you actually like it!
Her finger lowers as she shrugs dismissively.
Ashley Kenyon: or, at least you claim to anyway. Well i might not be cleared but i swear to whatever you believe in, that I’m walking into that building on Monday, I’m meeting you in the middle of the ring and before the night is over i'm gonna make damn sure you don’t walk out!
The camera pulls in tightly on her outraged and vengeful face.
Ashley Kenyon: Monday just seems like a good day to die, Brody and I’m gonna make sure it’s a fucking memorable one for you!
