Post by chris on Jan 15, 2017 20:37:54 GMT
Dallas, TX
Dallas County Hospital
January 10th, 2017
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January 10th, 2017
She's back.
Indeed SHE was. Sarah Selena Lacklan, a.k.a. Chris' Worst Nightmare a.k.a. the Psycho Bitch was back in Dallas. Just when they were starting to think, to hope she was out of their lives for good, she crawled out of the hole she was hiding in Maine and struck back, waiting on the dark like the snake she was, ambushing and taking another taste of her personal vendetta. And something was telling Chris she wasn't done yet.
The nurse pushed the gurney out of the emergency room, forcing him to let go his girlfriend's hand. Mandi follows them as they head towards the elevator, in what felt like a deja-vu for the young wrestler. Four weeks as a KCW wrestler, four time he was driven through the sliding doors of the medical facility.
Can you please...
Mandi didn't need her to finish the question. She knew oh so well what she was going to ask her, as she pushed the third floor button. The nurse was taken aback by this. As Chris noticed, he quickly stepped in breaking the awkward silence with one of his jokes.
We are kinda returning customers ma'am
Mandi couldn't help a smile, noticing that Chris didn't lose his joking attitude, despite the situation was far from being fun.
Do you think there will ever be an end to this crap, Chris?
Her voice couldn't hide her concerns. She was scared, and with good reasons.
The elevator door opened before Chris could answer. A young doctor was leaning on the reception desk, turning as he heard the doors opening.
Well, it's not a real Tuesday night if Chris Andrew doesn't come here for a check. What happened this time?
The nurse handed over his medical records to the doctor. She was even going to fill him in, but once again Chris proved that he just can't keep his mouth shut longer than a minute.
Same old, same old doc. Got dropped on my head somewhere backstage. Never lost conscious, no lacerations... Just an headache. I told everyone that I was alright, but they insisted to drive me here so...
So, we're going to get you your weekly MRI, and if it comes back negative, then you're free to go.
He turned to the nurse.
I got him from here Nancy, thanks.
The nurse took the elevator back to the E.R. while Mandi sat in the waiting room, watching her boyfriend being pushed down the hallway and inside a room on the right. Before disappearing inside the door, Chris turned his head and showed her a warm smile, meant to reassure the concerned girl. She tried to make do with it.
San Diego, CA
Valley View Casino Center
January 17th, 2017
Valley View Casino Center
January 17th, 2017
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No matter how hard I try, troubles always seem to find me. Literally, I can't spend a week without ending up having to deal with some loony of sort. I have been in this business for just a month, and I have already been abducted and tortured by some crazy chick with an obsession for blood, jumped on by a group of feminist protesters, almost drowned by a 246 pounds brute on live television and successively... Well, I guess you all remember that part, don't you?
Chris Andrew is leaning against the outside wall of the Valley View Casino Center, right next to the entrance door. It's a warm Tuesday morning in California, hours before the third night of the Iron King Tournament. The young wrestler is staring at the camera, squeezing his eyes to defend himself from the low winter sun.
I have made way more enemy than friends, despite my efforts to always do the right thing. Maybe it's because of my loud mouth, maybe because I act without caring about the consequences, maybe because they see me as an easy target, being the new kid on the block. Or maybe, I am just that unlucky...
It's a bitter smile the one now painted on the young man's face.
Maybe those people saying that I should cut my schedule, are right. I mean, it makes sense, the more companies I wrestle for, the more wrestler I meet and work with, the easier is to do some wrong, or piss off someone.
But don't think for a second that this will stop me. Or that I will change.
I love wrestling. It might sound cheesy, but I'm really living my dream. I have no problems in fighting twice a week, traveling this country both far and wide with little to no time to rest and recover from the bruises it's something I can deal with.
I welcome any challenge, I never run, never back up.
Speaking of challenges, once again a huge one awaits me. Tonight. A striking-only match against Arkia Fisk-Jones. Ask anyone, especially after what happened two weeks ago, they will tell you that 'Kia is gonna kill the kid.
She is, indeed, one of the best striker hands down. Did you see how she knocked out Jessica Hendrix?
He imitates the tremendous soccer kick performed by his future opponent on the first round match, kicking an empty bottle to the other side of the parking lot.
See, that's the first big difference between me and her... Well, actually after me being a male and her being a woman... She destroyed her opponent in the first round, while I barely survived my match against Ron Swat. Let's say it, the only reason I could beat him is because Richard Roque showed up and provided a distraction. I got lucky, I admit it.
Add the experience factor to that, and you'll get that, once again, nobody actually thinks Chris Andrew can make it past round two.
Nothing new under the sun, I'm used to it. If anything, this will drive me proving everyone wrong, again.
I don't want to sound cocky, not at all. I mean, I love to tell the world how amazing I am, but that's just some innocent boasting. Not once I stepped in the ring overlooking my opponent, not once I underestimate his abilities, or his willing to win. And I know you won't to this with me either Arkia.
Despite what you said on Twitter when our match was announced. I like to think that you're not really going to consider my age a factor in this match. I am nineteen, so what? It has nothing to do with me sharing the ring with you tonight. We will be facing because I am good, despite being a rookie. The sooner you accept it, the sooner you'll realize that my age is actually an advantage. Unlike you, I don't have old injuries bothering me.
I know all about your left knee Arkia. And even if I can't make you tap out, I can still target it, weaken your leg. And when it comes to a boxing contest, we both now how important footwork is...
This is something that many people don't know, even though it takes a quick research to find out. Just like you, I have a solid boxing background. Pretty convenient don't you think? But don't worry, that's not the only ace up my sleeve. And anyway, if everything else fails, I can always count on this pretty, child-like face you seem to cherish.. How was that? "Awww you're someone's baby..."?
Once again leaning his back against the wall with his hands deep inside the pockets, he winks at the camera, flaunting his best charming smile.
But jokes aside, please, forget about my age, forget about me looking so damn good... I don't want any of this. I don't need it. I deserve better. I deserve you to bring me your best, I deserve you to look at me as a wrestler, not as a young fragile kid. Don't hold yourself back, because I won't. With no hard feelings and with the utmost respect, but be damn sure that I won't hesitate. And, of course, I'll be glad to shake your hand after the match, no matter the outcome."
Chris Andrew is leaning against the outside wall of the Valley View Casino Center, right next to the entrance door. It's a warm Tuesday morning in California, hours before the third night of the Iron King Tournament. The young wrestler is staring at the camera, squeezing his eyes to defend himself from the low winter sun.
I have made way more enemy than friends, despite my efforts to always do the right thing. Maybe it's because of my loud mouth, maybe because I act without caring about the consequences, maybe because they see me as an easy target, being the new kid on the block. Or maybe, I am just that unlucky...
It's a bitter smile the one now painted on the young man's face.
Maybe those people saying that I should cut my schedule, are right. I mean, it makes sense, the more companies I wrestle for, the more wrestler I meet and work with, the easier is to do some wrong, or piss off someone.
But don't think for a second that this will stop me. Or that I will change.
I love wrestling. It might sound cheesy, but I'm really living my dream. I have no problems in fighting twice a week, traveling this country both far and wide with little to no time to rest and recover from the bruises it's something I can deal with.
I welcome any challenge, I never run, never back up.
Speaking of challenges, once again a huge one awaits me. Tonight. A striking-only match against Arkia Fisk-Jones. Ask anyone, especially after what happened two weeks ago, they will tell you that 'Kia is gonna kill the kid.
She is, indeed, one of the best striker hands down. Did you see how she knocked out Jessica Hendrix?
He imitates the tremendous soccer kick performed by his future opponent on the first round match, kicking an empty bottle to the other side of the parking lot.
See, that's the first big difference between me and her... Well, actually after me being a male and her being a woman... She destroyed her opponent in the first round, while I barely survived my match against Ron Swat. Let's say it, the only reason I could beat him is because Richard Roque showed up and provided a distraction. I got lucky, I admit it.
Add the experience factor to that, and you'll get that, once again, nobody actually thinks Chris Andrew can make it past round two.
Nothing new under the sun, I'm used to it. If anything, this will drive me proving everyone wrong, again.
I don't want to sound cocky, not at all. I mean, I love to tell the world how amazing I am, but that's just some innocent boasting. Not once I stepped in the ring overlooking my opponent, not once I underestimate his abilities, or his willing to win. And I know you won't to this with me either Arkia.
Despite what you said on Twitter when our match was announced. I like to think that you're not really going to consider my age a factor in this match. I am nineteen, so what? It has nothing to do with me sharing the ring with you tonight. We will be facing because I am good, despite being a rookie. The sooner you accept it, the sooner you'll realize that my age is actually an advantage. Unlike you, I don't have old injuries bothering me.
I know all about your left knee Arkia. And even if I can't make you tap out, I can still target it, weaken your leg. And when it comes to a boxing contest, we both now how important footwork is...
This is something that many people don't know, even though it takes a quick research to find out. Just like you, I have a solid boxing background. Pretty convenient don't you think? But don't worry, that's not the only ace up my sleeve. And anyway, if everything else fails, I can always count on this pretty, child-like face you seem to cherish.. How was that? "Awww you're someone's baby..."?
Once again leaning his back against the wall with his hands deep inside the pockets, he winks at the camera, flaunting his best charming smile.
But jokes aside, please, forget about my age, forget about me looking so damn good... I don't want any of this. I don't need it. I deserve better. I deserve you to bring me your best, I deserve you to look at me as a wrestler, not as a young fragile kid. Don't hold yourself back, because I won't. With no hard feelings and with the utmost respect, but be damn sure that I won't hesitate. And, of course, I'll be glad to shake your hand after the match, no matter the outcome."
Dallas, TX
Dallas County Hospital
January 10th, 2017
Dallas County Hospital
January 10th, 2017
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Minutes seemed like hours for Mandi Morrison, as she was still waiting for Chris, casually browsing some gossip magazine. Her heart skipped a beat as she heard his boyfriend's voice. He was walking out of the exam room on his two feet. That had to be a good sign, right?
I told ya I was fine doc!
You did. But you know how they say right? Better safe than sorry.
Relieved, Mandi walked towards him, wrapping her arms around his back and leaning her head on his chest. As the sweetest smile was raising on Chris' face, he leaned forward, kissing her head. So glad he had this delightful young woman by his side yet so sorry he couldn't help dragging her in all the misfortunes and troubles that seemingly followed every choice he made.
You got lucky once again, Chris. What about you stop challenging your lucky star and try not to get yourself in some trouble, for a change? At least, do it for this poor girl. She deserves better than spending every Tuesday night hoping you don't get yourself hurt.
Chris nodded. "She deserves better", he heard a lot of people saying those words when talking about Mandi, lately. For a bunch of different reasons, sure, in various contexts... But still... He started to wonder if there was a chance these people were right. Maybe she really deserved something better.
Someone better.
God knows how much he hated everything he was pulling her through. How much he hated seeing her worrying and suffering because of him. She raised her hand on his chest, placing it on his heart as she looked up at him.
That smile...
And those eyes, looking straight through his, right into his soul. Almost as she was reading his mind, and wanted to clear any doubt. There's no place she'd like to be but by his side. through thick and thin. And he felt so blessed for this.
Well, see you in a week kid!
The sarcastic tone on his voice and the pat on Chris' shoulder didn't save him from Mandi's nasty look.
Sorry to break your heart doc, but I... We... We will be in San Diego next Tuesday.
After shaking the doctor's hand and thanking him, Chris put his hand over Mandi's shoulder, and the young couple started walking to the elevator.
You know, I have this friend at the Mercy Hospital...
Chris turned his head, pointing his forefinger to the doctor.
Come on man, no jinx!
He was laughing, and so was the doctor. Mandi simply shook her head.
I told ya I was fine doc!
You did. But you know how they say right? Better safe than sorry.
Relieved, Mandi walked towards him, wrapping her arms around his back and leaning her head on his chest. As the sweetest smile was raising on Chris' face, he leaned forward, kissing her head. So glad he had this delightful young woman by his side yet so sorry he couldn't help dragging her in all the misfortunes and troubles that seemingly followed every choice he made.
You got lucky once again, Chris. What about you stop challenging your lucky star and try not to get yourself in some trouble, for a change? At least, do it for this poor girl. She deserves better than spending every Tuesday night hoping you don't get yourself hurt.
Chris nodded. "She deserves better", he heard a lot of people saying those words when talking about Mandi, lately. For a bunch of different reasons, sure, in various contexts... But still... He started to wonder if there was a chance these people were right. Maybe she really deserved something better.
Someone better.
God knows how much he hated everything he was pulling her through. How much he hated seeing her worrying and suffering because of him. She raised her hand on his chest, placing it on his heart as she looked up at him.
That smile...
And those eyes, looking straight through his, right into his soul. Almost as she was reading his mind, and wanted to clear any doubt. There's no place she'd like to be but by his side. through thick and thin. And he felt so blessed for this.
Well, see you in a week kid!
The sarcastic tone on his voice and the pat on Chris' shoulder didn't save him from Mandi's nasty look.
Sorry to break your heart doc, but I... We... We will be in San Diego next Tuesday.
After shaking the doctor's hand and thanking him, Chris put his hand over Mandi's shoulder, and the young couple started walking to the elevator.
You know, I have this friend at the Mercy Hospital...
Chris turned his head, pointing his forefinger to the doctor.
Come on man, no jinx!
He was laughing, and so was the doctor. Mandi simply shook her head.