Post by Ricky Johnson on May 9, 2008 23:39:13 GMT -6
"You have a choice. You can crawl -- on your bellies -- and plead for her forgiveness. That's the first choice. The second is -- I hurt you. Choose one. Choose the second."
--Batman
--Batman
[Scene]
Location: Johnson Household
Time: 9:40pm
Date: May 5th, 2008
He watches himself in the ring, his eyes unmoving from the screen. He moves almost gracefully, although with purpose.
I am sorry Reckoning.
He watches himself almost cripple another wrestler.
I usually can control my emotions better.
He turns off the TV and stands, putting on his long trench coat.
Last week was a showing of just how easy it is to let yor emotions get the better of you. It makes you act irrationally, and because of that, I damn near broke another wrestlers neck.
The truly disturbing part is, At that moment in time, I felt nothing for his well-being.
It's as if that injuring Reckoning felt good.
I am ashamed of myself.
He peers out the window.
I see the psyche out game being played by Justin Marsham, dressing up as me, playing off what I said last week, about seeing myself in you.
Well played sir.
You are about as original as Vince's warped vision of ECW.
I expected more from you Justin.
I would think that you'f think I was totally angry with you.
You would go as far as to mock my pain, in order to throw me off my game.
But I've seen it a hundred times before.
You continue to dissapoint me Justin.
I don't need any extra motivation for this match. I merely do this to keep my mnd off my wife. If I win a few matches here or there, it doesn't really matter. Justin, there isn't any one little thing that you could do to me that hasn't already been done. Nothing you can take, that hasn't already been taken or attemtpted.
Pulling stunts like that, reeks of desperation.
Sad, really.
He exits the house and lights up a smoke.
His eyes roll back in his head as he inhales.
The way I see it, how can someone who's had only a handful of matches and proven nothing, make the outlandish claims you do? It's puzzling.
To me Justin, you have proven very little, if anything at all. You have effectively put yourself into a hole you cannot crawl out of. The eyes of wrestling fans have exposed you for the con artist you are.
I almost relished in hurting Reckoning, to which you witnessed first hand.
He didn't go as far as you did this week.
Imagine what I'm willing to do to you.
He steps back into house, grabbing car keys. He leaves the house, locks it up, and gets in his car, and drives.
It's pretty obvious where he's going.
other people haven't shown the lack of respect that Justin has.
Jason, Jack Hammond, thank you.
I just find it strange that those who usually need advice are always willing to give it.
Jack Hammond....
another name that I find to be short on substance.
He says that I might not be in the best frame of mind to compete, and is expecting me to make an excuse when he wins or something to that effect.
To a point, he is correct.
I am not in the best frame of mind. Others things in life are more important to me at this point. One of them is already gone. Taken from me with one pull of the trigger.
The other I WILL NOT lose.
Jack is high and mighty for someone who last week won by forfeit.
And with all due respect and a win being a win and all, since when does this qualify you as being able to tell me when I should and should not wrestle? Hammond, last time I checked, you were a wrestler, and not a pychaitrist. Maybe you'd like a career change since you seem to be better at making psychological diagnosis as opposed to wrestling.
That can easily be arranged.
I am now fully embracing my animal side.
I liked hurting Reckoning and Marsham last week.
I can't see why hurting you, would feel any different.
Especially after your lack of respect.
He drives faster and faster, hugging corners and hitting a straightaway. It seems like he's the only one on the road.
Jason, I will give you the respect that you deserve.
You're a great wrestler, and you've earned a lot of praise and perhaps even trust.
We have been both partners and enimies, which is fine with me. We've been...for lack of a better word "cool" for a while.
But flattery will never get you anywhere in a fight game.
Jason wasn't as nasty or quick to insult what my situation is. He didn't make fun it of it or tell me what I should be doing. I know what I'm doing. You know I don't want to be wrestling right now. I want to be by her side 24/7.
I just can't.
But I sure as hell try.
But Jason, don't mistake my respect for weakness.
An animal cornered with no other escape will rely on instinct and will lash out. I am that animal. You all have backed me into a corner, and made me paranoid. You've given me no other choice but to lash out back at you.
My animal instincts will kick in at Reborn, just like they did last week.
I just hope that you are ready.
He arrives at his destination.
All that aside. Seriously,I need to be with her now.
[Scene]
Location: Tampa Hostpital
Time: 10:09pm
Date May 5th, 2008
In her room, watching her sleep.
--- Ricky --- Hello Beautiful.
Of course, she doesn't respond, but in his heart, he knows she's smiling at him. saying all kinds of beautiful things.
--- Ricky --- They are asking me more of the same this week. It's a pay-per-view, I have to go. But I will be back as soon as I can, you know that.
He carries on the conversation in vain, the glimmer of hope that she will wake up.
But he knows without a doubt that she's listening.
--- Ricky --- I wish you could be here with me. I need you.
He places his hand on her stomach, and tears well up in his eyes.
--- Ricky --- I love you.
His head drops and the tears fall. This is his moment with her. Even though she does not answer, he can feel her presence. He can hear her laugh, cry, and all other emotions.
Their bond is unbeakable.
But fate will try.
I...OH NO!
Her EKG meter beings rapid moment. He removes his hand from her stomach to find blood.
She's hemroging.
--- Ricky --- GET A DOCTOR! NOW!
He won't leave her side. even when Nurse Phillips walks in.
--- Nuse Phillips --- What's going-
--- Ricky --- GET THE DAMN DOCTOR SHE'S DYING! I CAN'T LOSE GER GOD DAMMIT! NOW!
Nurse Phillips exits the room frantically, and after about 5 seconds, Doctor Rivers enters along with staff.
They usher him out.
Why is it, When she needs more the most, I can never be there.
Fate is such a bitch.
[Scene]
Location:Tampa Hospital
Time:12:44am
Date May 6th, 2008
Time is always an enemy when you need him.
For me, time is a sick joke.
Seconds pass like days, Minutes take weeks, and hours take decades.
And I again, am helpless to do anything about it.
Just sit and wait it out
Finally Doctor Rivers leaves the room and seems him. He absent mindedly is wiping BLOOD from his hands, while Talking to Ricky.
--- Ricky --- WELL?
--- Doctor Rivers --- She's going to be fine, she hemoraged before and it seems to be the worst is over. She need surgury tomorrow, but after that, she'll have a clean bill of health, you may even be able to talk to her.
--- Ricky --- ...I already do.
--- Doctor Rivers --- No, no, she'll talk back.
--- Ricky --- She already does.
--- Doctor Rivers --- I...fair enough. Thank you Mr. Johnson for your quick thinking.
--- Ricky --- Just instincts
Rivers walks away.
Ricky turns and vomits.
The prospect of talking to her again, coupled with the blood, was too much.
I cannot be any more helpless in this situation.
My wife is on the verge of death at any moment.
I just found out first hand, unless I was here tonight, she would have been taken from me.
I will not allow that to happen.
He pukes his guts out, and after being ushered away by medical staff, and sat down, and being given a drink of water, He begins to cry again.
Triumph and Tragedy. two things that seem to go hand in hand. You can't have one without the other.
for her triumph, I need tragedy.
For her, I am willing to risk 10 tragedies, just for one moment, one glimmer, of triumph.
I am willing to do anything for her.
Anything.