Post by Amy Marshall on Mar 9, 2012 17:38:44 GMT -6
Sunday March 4th, 2012
Jobing.com Arena; Glendale, Arizona
Being escorted from the ring with help of referee wasn’t the way to end the match, the ending of the match wasn’t exactly what I wanted either. Leaving the ring I was angry, however, I was more concerned than anything else.
As I entered the medical centre for the hundredth time, I sat down on the table as I was given an ice pack for my knee before being left alone.
This would only anger me further, as I just wanted to get out of the arena and blow off steam in a club and maybe vent some frustration on a man.
As gently moved my knee, I knew that I hadn’t done anything serious, as I didn’t feel anything pull or rip. I just hope it is bruising because time off would just kill me.
There was a sudden knock on the door as I hoped it was the doctor, however, as the door swung open it was Carly Robins with a big cheesy grin on her face and mic in hand.
“Is it a good time to talk?” She asked.
I just glared at the dumb bitch “Does it look like it?” I sniped.
“Erm no.” Carly said as she looked at my knee.
Carly then turned as she prepared to leave, however, I called her back.
“Wait, I do have some time to talk.” I said as I changed my mind.
Carly then smiled before entering the medical centre.
“Thank you for taking this time to speak to me, firstly how is your knee?”
I look down at my knee “It’s fine, just a bump”
“Good to hear, second question; what are you thoughts on the match you just had against Freya?” She asked.
I smirked, as this was my given chance to vent. “My thoughts, my thoughts are that I am sick and tired of all these prissy little bitches using me to get to the next level. They can all point their grubby little fingers at me blaming me for the lack of commitment, but they can just go **** themselves.
I am no longer going to play nice and act nice, get in my ****ing way and I will embarrass you. I don’t care who you are, what your position is, friend or foe – no one is safe.
And that means you as well Carly.
Now get out of my ****ing face, you dim witted piece of trash.”
Carly just glares at me, as I just smirk, as I watch her stomp out of the medical centre, only to be replaced by a doctor. Who closes the door behind him as he removes the ice pack off my knee before getting down to business and does a series of tests on my knee.
~ 20 minutes later ~
“I want you to have an MRI scan on your knee.” The doctor said replacing the ice pack on my knee. “I think your knee is only bruised but I just want to confirm my suspicions that this is the case.”
I nod with a smile on my face, as any worries that I had, had been expelled although there still could be a possibility that I might of done some damaged to it.
“When is that going to happen?” I asked.
“I’ll arrange for something for tomorrow, so you don’t have to travel back and forth. In the mean time, plenty of rest and ice.” The doctor said as places the ice pack on my knee, before going to his cupboards and grabs a small pack of aspirin before handing them to me.
I take then and just shake my head, as I knew I had much stronger stuff but stuff that wasn’t legal or not management approved.
Sliding off the table and gently placing my feet on the ground, I feel a slight pain from my knee but it wasn’t excruciating, I then take a few more steps as I tested the water and soon found that there was some pain but walking normally was ok.
I then slowly head back to my locker room as I prepare to settle down and watch the rest of Crossroads, as I had no option but to stick around instead of going to a club and enjoying myself.
Wednesday 7th March 2012
San Diego, CA
Outside the home of Ander Carvetti.
The scene opens outside the home of Ander Carvetti, where we see Amy leaning against her red Ferrari as she ponders the thought of actually going up to the house. The camera pans down a little to see that Amy isn’t wearing a brace or has any crutches as the MRI scan she had a few days before gave the correct diagnosis in what the doctor had.
It was just simply bruised and would hurt like hell for the next week or so, but Amy was glad that she didn’t suffer any major damage, so should get on and not be worried about having surgery or doing any rehab.
Pushing away from the car, Amy heads up the pathway towards the house, although she did ring ahead, he didn’t answer and assumed that he was at the gym training.
Gently knocking on the door, Amy looked around as she had a little sense of De Ja Vu, as she had done this one before but with her last boyfriend – James Hart – as she went to pick bits up from his home in Orange County.
Shaking her head, she turns her attention back to Ander’s house, where there was no answer, so turning away, Amy prepares to return to back to her car as she thought about either visit James – although he would probably be touring.
There were other possibilities – Visiting Trish.
Although she could visit Alexis who would be more friendly and less of a bitch but she lived in Santa Monica.
The door suddenly swings open, snapping Amy out of her thoughts as she turns to see Ander in jeans and an Ander Carvetti t-shirt. She looks at Ander for a few moments as she spots a few bruises on his face that was from his first match back in MMA.
“Congrats on the first win.” Amy said, hobbling a little towards Ander.
“How is the knee?” He asked cocking his head.
“Good thankfully no damage.”
“Good” Ander said with a smile.
Then there was silence except for the birds singing and the odd car driving past, as the tension between Amy and Ander was evident, although they had said they were to remain good friends.
Amy then rolls her eyes “Can I come in?” Amy asked.
“Yeah sure” Ander said as he took a few steps backwards, opening the door a little further as Amy walks into the house as she looks around the room like she had a few times before and admired the replica belts and pictures from his wrestling and MMA career.
As Ander entered the room, he sat down on the arm of the sofa as he looks at Amy, however, before he could say anything, Amy walks over and gives him a kiss, however, Ander pulls away and gives a question look at Amy.
“What?”
“I thought you wanted to be friends?”
“I said close friends with a few extra you know benefits.” Amy said with an smrk.
Ander shrugs and doesn’t argue with Amy’s reasoning as he pulls Amy close as they kiss once more before collapsing onto the sofa, where they continue to kiss and claw at each others clothing, as they celebrated Ander’s first win.
The scene fades out on the picture of Ander holding the Honor title above his head.
”Firstly I am going to address Freya Kane, as I didn’t do that after my match.
It’s people like you, that I am sick and tired of, entering the company thinking you are all bad ass, picking up lucky wins, stepping on those just to get to the next level of success. Yes that is the idea but I am sick and ****ing tired of it being me.
How many chances have you had in this company to make a name for yourself?
2, 3 or 4 times before quitting like that loser Brad… or was it the fact that you were too busy chasing black cock to even give a damn.
However, next time and I’ll use there term loosely because no doubt give a few weeks and you would of quit and scampered off back to Dexter or some other black dude – anyway next time it will be different. Next time you will be my bitch and that your win against me was nothing more than a fluke.
And give you second thoughts about calling someone a bottom feeder.
Moving onto my opponent this week…
Emma Danielson.
So it looks like I am going to go 3-0 against you.
I don’t care if that sounded cocky or not, as I will do anything and everything in this match to pick up the win. I don’t care about the respect we have and I don’t care about the friendship we also have.
I want to win at every cost and if it means cheating then I will do that.
You will not win.
You will never win against me.
Because everyone knows I am better than you.
Saturday Night will be the night where I get back to winning ways by defeating you.
As I said no more being nice or acting nice - even if you’re a friend.
Jobing.com Arena; Glendale, Arizona
Being escorted from the ring with help of referee wasn’t the way to end the match, the ending of the match wasn’t exactly what I wanted either. Leaving the ring I was angry, however, I was more concerned than anything else.
As I entered the medical centre for the hundredth time, I sat down on the table as I was given an ice pack for my knee before being left alone.
This would only anger me further, as I just wanted to get out of the arena and blow off steam in a club and maybe vent some frustration on a man.
As gently moved my knee, I knew that I hadn’t done anything serious, as I didn’t feel anything pull or rip. I just hope it is bruising because time off would just kill me.
There was a sudden knock on the door as I hoped it was the doctor, however, as the door swung open it was Carly Robins with a big cheesy grin on her face and mic in hand.
“Is it a good time to talk?” She asked.
I just glared at the dumb bitch “Does it look like it?” I sniped.
“Erm no.” Carly said as she looked at my knee.
Carly then turned as she prepared to leave, however, I called her back.
“Wait, I do have some time to talk.” I said as I changed my mind.
Carly then smiled before entering the medical centre.
“Thank you for taking this time to speak to me, firstly how is your knee?”
I look down at my knee “It’s fine, just a bump”
“Good to hear, second question; what are you thoughts on the match you just had against Freya?” She asked.
I smirked, as this was my given chance to vent. “My thoughts, my thoughts are that I am sick and tired of all these prissy little bitches using me to get to the next level. They can all point their grubby little fingers at me blaming me for the lack of commitment, but they can just go **** themselves.
I am no longer going to play nice and act nice, get in my ****ing way and I will embarrass you. I don’t care who you are, what your position is, friend or foe – no one is safe.
And that means you as well Carly.
Now get out of my ****ing face, you dim witted piece of trash.”
Carly just glares at me, as I just smirk, as I watch her stomp out of the medical centre, only to be replaced by a doctor. Who closes the door behind him as he removes the ice pack off my knee before getting down to business and does a series of tests on my knee.
~ 20 minutes later ~
“I want you to have an MRI scan on your knee.” The doctor said replacing the ice pack on my knee. “I think your knee is only bruised but I just want to confirm my suspicions that this is the case.”
I nod with a smile on my face, as any worries that I had, had been expelled although there still could be a possibility that I might of done some damaged to it.
“When is that going to happen?” I asked.
“I’ll arrange for something for tomorrow, so you don’t have to travel back and forth. In the mean time, plenty of rest and ice.” The doctor said as places the ice pack on my knee, before going to his cupboards and grabs a small pack of aspirin before handing them to me.
I take then and just shake my head, as I knew I had much stronger stuff but stuff that wasn’t legal or not management approved.
Sliding off the table and gently placing my feet on the ground, I feel a slight pain from my knee but it wasn’t excruciating, I then take a few more steps as I tested the water and soon found that there was some pain but walking normally was ok.
I then slowly head back to my locker room as I prepare to settle down and watch the rest of Crossroads, as I had no option but to stick around instead of going to a club and enjoying myself.
Wednesday 7th March 2012
San Diego, CA
Outside the home of Ander Carvetti.
The scene opens outside the home of Ander Carvetti, where we see Amy leaning against her red Ferrari as she ponders the thought of actually going up to the house. The camera pans down a little to see that Amy isn’t wearing a brace or has any crutches as the MRI scan she had a few days before gave the correct diagnosis in what the doctor had.
It was just simply bruised and would hurt like hell for the next week or so, but Amy was glad that she didn’t suffer any major damage, so should get on and not be worried about having surgery or doing any rehab.
Pushing away from the car, Amy heads up the pathway towards the house, although she did ring ahead, he didn’t answer and assumed that he was at the gym training.
Gently knocking on the door, Amy looked around as she had a little sense of De Ja Vu, as she had done this one before but with her last boyfriend – James Hart – as she went to pick bits up from his home in Orange County.
Shaking her head, she turns her attention back to Ander’s house, where there was no answer, so turning away, Amy prepares to return to back to her car as she thought about either visit James – although he would probably be touring.
There were other possibilities – Visiting Trish.
Although she could visit Alexis who would be more friendly and less of a bitch but she lived in Santa Monica.
The door suddenly swings open, snapping Amy out of her thoughts as she turns to see Ander in jeans and an Ander Carvetti t-shirt. She looks at Ander for a few moments as she spots a few bruises on his face that was from his first match back in MMA.
“Congrats on the first win.” Amy said, hobbling a little towards Ander.
“How is the knee?” He asked cocking his head.
“Good thankfully no damage.”
“Good” Ander said with a smile.
Then there was silence except for the birds singing and the odd car driving past, as the tension between Amy and Ander was evident, although they had said they were to remain good friends.
Amy then rolls her eyes “Can I come in?” Amy asked.
“Yeah sure” Ander said as he took a few steps backwards, opening the door a little further as Amy walks into the house as she looks around the room like she had a few times before and admired the replica belts and pictures from his wrestling and MMA career.
As Ander entered the room, he sat down on the arm of the sofa as he looks at Amy, however, before he could say anything, Amy walks over and gives him a kiss, however, Ander pulls away and gives a question look at Amy.
“What?”
“I thought you wanted to be friends?”
“I said close friends with a few extra you know benefits.” Amy said with an smrk.
Ander shrugs and doesn’t argue with Amy’s reasoning as he pulls Amy close as they kiss once more before collapsing onto the sofa, where they continue to kiss and claw at each others clothing, as they celebrated Ander’s first win.
The scene fades out on the picture of Ander holding the Honor title above his head.
”Firstly I am going to address Freya Kane, as I didn’t do that after my match.
It’s people like you, that I am sick and tired of, entering the company thinking you are all bad ass, picking up lucky wins, stepping on those just to get to the next level of success. Yes that is the idea but I am sick and ****ing tired of it being me.
How many chances have you had in this company to make a name for yourself?
2, 3 or 4 times before quitting like that loser Brad… or was it the fact that you were too busy chasing black cock to even give a damn.
However, next time and I’ll use there term loosely because no doubt give a few weeks and you would of quit and scampered off back to Dexter or some other black dude – anyway next time it will be different. Next time you will be my bitch and that your win against me was nothing more than a fluke.
And give you second thoughts about calling someone a bottom feeder.
Moving onto my opponent this week…
Emma Danielson.
So it looks like I am going to go 3-0 against you.
I don’t care if that sounded cocky or not, as I will do anything and everything in this match to pick up the win. I don’t care about the respect we have and I don’t care about the friendship we also have.
I want to win at every cost and if it means cheating then I will do that.
You will not win.
You will never win against me.
Because everyone knows I am better than you.
Saturday Night will be the night where I get back to winning ways by defeating you.
As I said no more being nice or acting nice - even if you’re a friend.