Post by steppinoff on Oct 16, 2023 5:09:06 GMT
Virginia shifted in the uncomfortable chair in the doctor’s office. Why did they have to make the damn things so uncomfortable? They could at least let their patients sit in relative comfort while they wait for life shattering news, right?
Fortunately, the door opened just then and her doctor stepped into the office. “Things are looking good Ms. Stepanov. You have a good range of motion and imaging shows that things have healed splendidly.”
“Great, so I can get rid of this Brace when I’m working then.”
He makes a face and Virginia fights down the urge to shake the man. “No, I would not recommend that. Things are healed well, but honestly your knee sustained a severe level of damage. The brace is for your own protection. Another set of injuries like that and you could very well never regain the use of your knee.”
“Look doc, you don’t need to baby me. I’ve been injured before. I feel fine. Never better in fact.”
“That may very well be, but my orders stand.”
“Maybe I’ll just get a second opinion then.”
“That is well within your rights Ms. Stepanov. But until you do, the brace stays. Now have you considered the option to speak to someone…”
“Oh fuck off doc.” Virginia rose to her feet, grabbing her jacket as she stormed out of the office. She didn’t need to talk to some head shrinker. Didn’t need another of these nervous doctors making her job any harder than it had to be. Hell this quack said she would never be in the shape to compete again and she sure as shit had proved him wrong, didn’t she? What the hell did he know about it?
She was an athlete. Had been all her life. She had honed her body into a well oiled machine for her sport. Sure, there was always the risk that an injury could take you out of the game, but she hadn’t been battered that badly. Besides, she wasn’t ready to hang up her boots until Shelly came out from hiding. They had unfinished business to handle.
Not that her work had been great either. A tag match and then a clusterfuck battle royale. What the hell were they thinking? She was the most dominant competitor in the company in one on one matches and it took them months to finally give her one?
She rammed her way through the door of the clinic, walking over to where her bike was waiting for her. She grabbed up her helmet and strapped it out before gunning the engine to life and peeling out of the parking lot. And right into New York traffic. She screamed into her helmet, drowned out by the cacophony of the city around her.
“OK Google, Time to Regina Saskatchewon?”
“Time to Regina, Saskatchewan is 30 hrs.”
That was enough time. Swing by her condo to grab her gear bag and hit the road. Feel the wind of the road. Give her time to think on the way there. She gunned the engine, drifting over to split lane her way through traffic.
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Virginia is seated behind her large mahogany desk. She is seated in her high back leather chair with her legs thrown over one arm of the chair.
“I have been back for a couple months now, and finally management has given me what I want. I finally get the singles match I deserve. Why it took two months for them to book their best singles athlete in a match she excels at is a question only they can answer. But here we are.”
Rolling her eyes, she lets out a snort of exasperation.
“So my first opponent is a newcomer here. Hey boo, welcome to the big leagues. Shame you showed up as a bunch of trash did as well. I am certain we will get to them when the time comes. Plenty of bitches showing their faces again who need to swallow their teeth. But this is about your moment, Charlotte.”
She turns her head, blowing a kiss at the screen.
“So here you are, trying to make a fresh start for yourself. It’s a good place to do it. Some of the best athletes in the world compete here. You get to see if you can actually step up and show if you have what it takes. Good for you. It’s admirable that you want to prove yourself. I can respect that. But to be clear you aren’t in some backwater promotion. You are in the big leagues and in your second match you are facing off against me. I’m not going to shout my accolades. You can look them up.”
Shifting in her chair, she throws her legs up onto the desk, crossing them at her knees.
“See you have found me at a bad time, Charlotte. I’ve not had the success I had hoped for since returning. You can’t win them all and they’ve thrown me in tag matches and clusterfuck battle royales. One on one is where I thrive. One on one is where I remind everyone just who the fuck they are dealing with. I need this win and I am damn sure going to earn it.”
She smirks at the camera, resting a single finger on the side of her face.
“I’ve seen your tape, Charlotte. You are incredibly athletic and you refuse to quit. Like many of the more aerial competitors you are completely without fear as to what might happen to you. But you are stepping into the ring with one of the best strikers in the game. I was learning to throw kicks before I was in Kindergarden. You can’t take to the air when you are getting your fucking head kicked in, babe. I am going to beat the holy hell out of you, Charlotte, and just like everyone else you are going to be swallowing your teeth at the end of it.”
She lifts her shoulders into an easy shrug and tosses her hair back over her shoulder.
“No hard feelings though. You aren’t like a lot of these simpering bitches we have around here. You are still hungry for it, and you don’t expect anything to be handed to you. You just had the bad luck to get booked against me. I fully expect that you are going to make me work for it. This is not a walk in the park for me. I’m just on a different level than you are and I got receipts I need to hand out to some of these other broads who will get things handed to them on a platter even though they haven’t been relevant in a decade.”
She rolls her eyes.
“But fuck em. Let’s go out there and beat the shit outta each other. If you aren’t too salty about the loss maybe we can grab some cactus waters afterwards. See you on Tuesday sweetie.”
She blows a kiss at the camera before the feed cuts off.
Fortunately, the door opened just then and her doctor stepped into the office. “Things are looking good Ms. Stepanov. You have a good range of motion and imaging shows that things have healed splendidly.”
“Great, so I can get rid of this Brace when I’m working then.”
He makes a face and Virginia fights down the urge to shake the man. “No, I would not recommend that. Things are healed well, but honestly your knee sustained a severe level of damage. The brace is for your own protection. Another set of injuries like that and you could very well never regain the use of your knee.”
“Look doc, you don’t need to baby me. I’ve been injured before. I feel fine. Never better in fact.”
“That may very well be, but my orders stand.”
“Maybe I’ll just get a second opinion then.”
“That is well within your rights Ms. Stepanov. But until you do, the brace stays. Now have you considered the option to speak to someone…”
“Oh fuck off doc.” Virginia rose to her feet, grabbing her jacket as she stormed out of the office. She didn’t need to talk to some head shrinker. Didn’t need another of these nervous doctors making her job any harder than it had to be. Hell this quack said she would never be in the shape to compete again and she sure as shit had proved him wrong, didn’t she? What the hell did he know about it?
She was an athlete. Had been all her life. She had honed her body into a well oiled machine for her sport. Sure, there was always the risk that an injury could take you out of the game, but she hadn’t been battered that badly. Besides, she wasn’t ready to hang up her boots until Shelly came out from hiding. They had unfinished business to handle.
Not that her work had been great either. A tag match and then a clusterfuck battle royale. What the hell were they thinking? She was the most dominant competitor in the company in one on one matches and it took them months to finally give her one?
She rammed her way through the door of the clinic, walking over to where her bike was waiting for her. She grabbed up her helmet and strapped it out before gunning the engine to life and peeling out of the parking lot. And right into New York traffic. She screamed into her helmet, drowned out by the cacophony of the city around her.
“OK Google, Time to Regina Saskatchewon?”
“Time to Regina, Saskatchewan is 30 hrs.”
That was enough time. Swing by her condo to grab her gear bag and hit the road. Feel the wind of the road. Give her time to think on the way there. She gunned the engine, drifting over to split lane her way through traffic.
—---------------------------------------------
Virginia is seated behind her large mahogany desk. She is seated in her high back leather chair with her legs thrown over one arm of the chair.
“I have been back for a couple months now, and finally management has given me what I want. I finally get the singles match I deserve. Why it took two months for them to book their best singles athlete in a match she excels at is a question only they can answer. But here we are.”
Rolling her eyes, she lets out a snort of exasperation.
“So my first opponent is a newcomer here. Hey boo, welcome to the big leagues. Shame you showed up as a bunch of trash did as well. I am certain we will get to them when the time comes. Plenty of bitches showing their faces again who need to swallow their teeth. But this is about your moment, Charlotte.”
She turns her head, blowing a kiss at the screen.
“So here you are, trying to make a fresh start for yourself. It’s a good place to do it. Some of the best athletes in the world compete here. You get to see if you can actually step up and show if you have what it takes. Good for you. It’s admirable that you want to prove yourself. I can respect that. But to be clear you aren’t in some backwater promotion. You are in the big leagues and in your second match you are facing off against me. I’m not going to shout my accolades. You can look them up.”
Shifting in her chair, she throws her legs up onto the desk, crossing them at her knees.
“See you have found me at a bad time, Charlotte. I’ve not had the success I had hoped for since returning. You can’t win them all and they’ve thrown me in tag matches and clusterfuck battle royales. One on one is where I thrive. One on one is where I remind everyone just who the fuck they are dealing with. I need this win and I am damn sure going to earn it.”
She smirks at the camera, resting a single finger on the side of her face.
“I’ve seen your tape, Charlotte. You are incredibly athletic and you refuse to quit. Like many of the more aerial competitors you are completely without fear as to what might happen to you. But you are stepping into the ring with one of the best strikers in the game. I was learning to throw kicks before I was in Kindergarden. You can’t take to the air when you are getting your fucking head kicked in, babe. I am going to beat the holy hell out of you, Charlotte, and just like everyone else you are going to be swallowing your teeth at the end of it.”
She lifts her shoulders into an easy shrug and tosses her hair back over her shoulder.
“No hard feelings though. You aren’t like a lot of these simpering bitches we have around here. You are still hungry for it, and you don’t expect anything to be handed to you. You just had the bad luck to get booked against me. I fully expect that you are going to make me work for it. This is not a walk in the park for me. I’m just on a different level than you are and I got receipts I need to hand out to some of these other broads who will get things handed to them on a platter even though they haven’t been relevant in a decade.”
She rolls her eyes.
“But fuck em. Let’s go out there and beat the shit outta each other. If you aren’t too salty about the loss maybe we can grab some cactus waters afterwards. See you on Tuesday sweetie.”
She blows a kiss at the camera before the feed cuts off.
Well howdy there pardner.