Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2023 2:51:01 GMT
Scene: Hospital Check-Out Area
POST NFW’s Trauma
6/11/23
Alexandra, her body still recovering from the bee stings, stands near the check-out desk. She wears a determined expression, her eyes focused and unwavering. Doctors and nurses surround her, their faces etched with concern. Doctor Johnson stood beside Alexandra trying to convince her to rethink her decision to leave.
“Alexandra, we strongly advise you to reconsider. Your allergic reaction was severe, and it's crucial to monitor your recovery.”
Alexandra shook her head.
“I appreciate your concern, Doctor Johnson, but my place is not within these sterile walls. My battleground awaits, and I will not allow Myriad's cowardly attack to keep me from what I love. I will be at the show for my match against Stephen Terrella, with or without your support.”
Doctor Ramirez, the younger of the two doctors who had been assisting with her care, spoke up.
“Alexandra, we understand your passion for wrestling, my father was a luchador, but your health should be the top priority. The venom from those bee stings could have long-lasting effects. Please, think about the potential risks."
Alexandra’s response came out firmly and unwavering.
“I am well aware of the risks, Doctor Ramirez. Wrestling is a dangerous sport, and I've faced countless perils before. My body has endured fire, barbed wire, and unimaginable pain. The sting of a few bees will not deter me.”
Nurse Thompson, a kinder older lady stepped into the conversation.
“But Alexandra, we can't ignore the fact that your allergy to bee stings makes you extremely vulnerable. Myriad deliberately unleashed those bees, knowing the danger it posed to you. It was a malicious act.”
Alexandra clenched her fists, glaring at the nurse, she hated that they were trying to stop her from continuing to do what she loved.
“Nurse Thompson, Myriad's cowardice will not break me. If anything, it fuels my fire. I will not cower in fear or allow him to control my destiny. This is my fight, and I will not back down.”
Doctor Johnson spoke, placing a gentle hand on Alexandra's shoulder. Taking care not to harm her further in any way.
“Alexandra, we understand your determination, but we implore you to take some time to fully recover. Your body needs rest and proper care.”
Alexandra softened her tone now, looking up at them.
“I appreciate the care you've provided, Doctor Johnson, but I cannot stay here. Wrestling is not just a physical endeavor for me; it's my passion, my purpose. I will heal while fighting. It's what I do.”
Doctor Ramirez began to speak with an exasperated sigh.
“We can't force you to stay, but we strongly advise you to keep a close eye on any symptoms and seek immediate medical attention if they worsen. I cannot stress that enough Ms. Calaway. If you are seeking to leave, please tell me you at least have someone to pick you up.”
Alexandra nods, hearing Doctor Ramirez’s sigh. She knew he was only trying to help her get better, but at that moment, she genuinely didn’t give a shit. John Strader joins them and she smiles at him. He nods and the doctor’s look at each other questioningly.
“I understand, and I promise to monitor my health closely. Thank you for your concern, but it's time for me to face Myriad once again and show him that I cannot be broken that easily. He hoped he would find me a broken woman after all of that. Sadly, all he did was light a fire that will burn his dreams to the ground. Next time, HE will be the one to land in the hospital.”
Alexandra signs the discharge papers with determination. The doctors exchange concerned glances but ultimately respect her decision. As Alexandra walks out of the hospital, a renewed sense of purpose radiates from her, ready to face her opponent once more in the future. For now, she had a goal, to show Stephen Terrella she’s a dangerous woman to cross.
Undisclosed Location
A sign of the times
6/11/23
Alexandra is seated in the middle of a darkened room, lit only by candles. On her lap sits a roll of barbed wire. She looks down at it, before taking a deep breath. She pulls a part up and proceeds to snip it off. She begins to start bending it around her arm. Looking into the camera as she does this, barely flinching as the barbs dig into her flesh. She begins to speak, her focus on her words, rather than on the pain that would come from the metal sticking into her.
“Barbed wire has existed in many different forms since before 1865, where it started in France. Originally meant to be a way of deterring cattle from wandering away, making it easier to keep them in one place. During the American Civil War it was used in blockades.”
She snipped off another piece, doing the same with her other arm, smiling into the camera. She completed that before wrapping both her hands in it, before standing and allowing.
"Terrella, prepare yourself for a spectacle like no other. Tonight, the battleground becomes my canvas, and I, Alexandra, the queen of carnage, shall paint a masterpiece of pain and destruction upon the flesh of my opponent, Stephen Terrella. In this world of men and women, I have carved my path with shards of shattered glass, forged my legacy amidst the wreckage of death matches and hardcore wars. I am no delicate flower; I am a fierce storm that thrives in the midst of chaos. And tonight, Stephen, you shall taste the brutality that has defined my career.”
She stood, stepping through the barbed wire that had fallen to her feet. Blood trickled from the barbs sticking into her flesh. She continues, moving forward, stopping to look into the camera.
“For years, I have bathed in the crimson rivers of sacrifice, embracing the twisted beauty that lies within the realm of hardcore wrestling. Barbed wire has kissed my flesh, fire has danced upon my skin, and the taste of blood has become the elixir that fuels my desire for victory. Stephen, you may think you know pain, but you have yet to experience the depths of suffering I am capable of unleashing. My body bears the scars of countless battles, each one a testament to my resilience and unyielding spirit. I have embraced agony, transformed it into strength, and I am prepared to deliver a symphony of brutality that will leave you shattered and broken. As I step into that ring, the air will crackle with electricity, anticipation mingled with fear. The crowd will witness a battle that transcends gender, a clash of wills that defies the boundaries of what is expected. Stephen, you will come face to face with the embodiment of hardcore wrestling's true essence, an entity unbound by convention and hungry for the taste of victory. Tonight, I don't seek your admiration; I demand your respect. Prepare yourself for an onslaught of violence, as I weave a tapestry of agony with every weapon at my disposal. Barbed wire will become my ally, as its steel tendrils caress your flesh, leaving you a twisted wreck gasping for mercy.”
She nods, having laid the story at her opponents feet. The pain they both would endure tonight, was something neither of them were new to, but she was focused on proving to Stephen Terrella that HE underestimated her.
“Stephen Terrella, I hope you understand the magnitude of what awaits you. The clock is ticking, and your time to prepare is running out. Brace yourself, for tonight, the queen of pain reigns supreme, and I will show you and the world why Alexandra and hardcore wrestling are synonymous with raw, unadulterated brutality."
With that, she puts her fist through the wall, pulling it out, the plaster and blood mingles on her flesh, leaving trails of blood down the wall. The scene fades to black on her bloody, barbed wire wrapped wrists.
POST NFW’s Trauma
6/11/23
Alexandra, her body still recovering from the bee stings, stands near the check-out desk. She wears a determined expression, her eyes focused and unwavering. Doctors and nurses surround her, their faces etched with concern. Doctor Johnson stood beside Alexandra trying to convince her to rethink her decision to leave.
“Alexandra, we strongly advise you to reconsider. Your allergic reaction was severe, and it's crucial to monitor your recovery.”
Alexandra shook her head.
“I appreciate your concern, Doctor Johnson, but my place is not within these sterile walls. My battleground awaits, and I will not allow Myriad's cowardly attack to keep me from what I love. I will be at the show for my match against Stephen Terrella, with or without your support.”
Doctor Ramirez, the younger of the two doctors who had been assisting with her care, spoke up.
“Alexandra, we understand your passion for wrestling, my father was a luchador, but your health should be the top priority. The venom from those bee stings could have long-lasting effects. Please, think about the potential risks."
Alexandra’s response came out firmly and unwavering.
“I am well aware of the risks, Doctor Ramirez. Wrestling is a dangerous sport, and I've faced countless perils before. My body has endured fire, barbed wire, and unimaginable pain. The sting of a few bees will not deter me.”
Nurse Thompson, a kinder older lady stepped into the conversation.
“But Alexandra, we can't ignore the fact that your allergy to bee stings makes you extremely vulnerable. Myriad deliberately unleashed those bees, knowing the danger it posed to you. It was a malicious act.”
Alexandra clenched her fists, glaring at the nurse, she hated that they were trying to stop her from continuing to do what she loved.
“Nurse Thompson, Myriad's cowardice will not break me. If anything, it fuels my fire. I will not cower in fear or allow him to control my destiny. This is my fight, and I will not back down.”
Doctor Johnson spoke, placing a gentle hand on Alexandra's shoulder. Taking care not to harm her further in any way.
“Alexandra, we understand your determination, but we implore you to take some time to fully recover. Your body needs rest and proper care.”
Alexandra softened her tone now, looking up at them.
“I appreciate the care you've provided, Doctor Johnson, but I cannot stay here. Wrestling is not just a physical endeavor for me; it's my passion, my purpose. I will heal while fighting. It's what I do.”
Doctor Ramirez began to speak with an exasperated sigh.
“We can't force you to stay, but we strongly advise you to keep a close eye on any symptoms and seek immediate medical attention if they worsen. I cannot stress that enough Ms. Calaway. If you are seeking to leave, please tell me you at least have someone to pick you up.”
Alexandra nods, hearing Doctor Ramirez’s sigh. She knew he was only trying to help her get better, but at that moment, she genuinely didn’t give a shit. John Strader joins them and she smiles at him. He nods and the doctor’s look at each other questioningly.
“I understand, and I promise to monitor my health closely. Thank you for your concern, but it's time for me to face Myriad once again and show him that I cannot be broken that easily. He hoped he would find me a broken woman after all of that. Sadly, all he did was light a fire that will burn his dreams to the ground. Next time, HE will be the one to land in the hospital.”
Alexandra signs the discharge papers with determination. The doctors exchange concerned glances but ultimately respect her decision. As Alexandra walks out of the hospital, a renewed sense of purpose radiates from her, ready to face her opponent once more in the future. For now, she had a goal, to show Stephen Terrella she’s a dangerous woman to cross.
Undisclosed Location
A sign of the times
6/11/23
Alexandra is seated in the middle of a darkened room, lit only by candles. On her lap sits a roll of barbed wire. She looks down at it, before taking a deep breath. She pulls a part up and proceeds to snip it off. She begins to start bending it around her arm. Looking into the camera as she does this, barely flinching as the barbs dig into her flesh. She begins to speak, her focus on her words, rather than on the pain that would come from the metal sticking into her.
“Barbed wire has existed in many different forms since before 1865, where it started in France. Originally meant to be a way of deterring cattle from wandering away, making it easier to keep them in one place. During the American Civil War it was used in blockades.”
She snipped off another piece, doing the same with her other arm, smiling into the camera. She completed that before wrapping both her hands in it, before standing and allowing.
"Terrella, prepare yourself for a spectacle like no other. Tonight, the battleground becomes my canvas, and I, Alexandra, the queen of carnage, shall paint a masterpiece of pain and destruction upon the flesh of my opponent, Stephen Terrella. In this world of men and women, I have carved my path with shards of shattered glass, forged my legacy amidst the wreckage of death matches and hardcore wars. I am no delicate flower; I am a fierce storm that thrives in the midst of chaos. And tonight, Stephen, you shall taste the brutality that has defined my career.”
She stood, stepping through the barbed wire that had fallen to her feet. Blood trickled from the barbs sticking into her flesh. She continues, moving forward, stopping to look into the camera.
“For years, I have bathed in the crimson rivers of sacrifice, embracing the twisted beauty that lies within the realm of hardcore wrestling. Barbed wire has kissed my flesh, fire has danced upon my skin, and the taste of blood has become the elixir that fuels my desire for victory. Stephen, you may think you know pain, but you have yet to experience the depths of suffering I am capable of unleashing. My body bears the scars of countless battles, each one a testament to my resilience and unyielding spirit. I have embraced agony, transformed it into strength, and I am prepared to deliver a symphony of brutality that will leave you shattered and broken. As I step into that ring, the air will crackle with electricity, anticipation mingled with fear. The crowd will witness a battle that transcends gender, a clash of wills that defies the boundaries of what is expected. Stephen, you will come face to face with the embodiment of hardcore wrestling's true essence, an entity unbound by convention and hungry for the taste of victory. Tonight, I don't seek your admiration; I demand your respect. Prepare yourself for an onslaught of violence, as I weave a tapestry of agony with every weapon at my disposal. Barbed wire will become my ally, as its steel tendrils caress your flesh, leaving you a twisted wreck gasping for mercy.”
She nods, having laid the story at her opponents feet. The pain they both would endure tonight, was something neither of them were new to, but she was focused on proving to Stephen Terrella that HE underestimated her.
“Stephen Terrella, I hope you understand the magnitude of what awaits you. The clock is ticking, and your time to prepare is running out. Brace yourself, for tonight, the queen of pain reigns supreme, and I will show you and the world why Alexandra and hardcore wrestling are synonymous with raw, unadulterated brutality."
With that, she puts her fist through the wall, pulling it out, the plaster and blood mingles on her flesh, leaving trails of blood down the wall. The scene fades to black on her bloody, barbed wire wrapped wrists.
Well howdy there pardner.