Post by Randi on Apr 15, 2024 1:25:38 GMT
~CD PART ONE~
“Dr. Dawson. Are you sure Ms. Randi Levitt is able to function in the real world? Let alone wrestling individuals as her occupation?”
Dr. Dawson smiles at the hospital's warden.
“Yes of course warden. Randi is a bright young lady. Sure she has had some of her issues since the passing of her father.”
“She.. stabbed a fellow patient in her head with a fork.”
“Well.. accidents are bound to happen,’
“She pulled the teeth of one of our nurses..”
“Yes, that was unfortunate..”
“One time she tried to eat a live horse.. A dead horse is bad enough but the horse was alive and well…”
“...um. Well the point is she did stop trying to eat that horse. So that means her mind is being cured. And I believe following in her late fathers footsteps inside the ring will help her resolve her condition. I will be with her every step of the way. She will get through her mental illness or my name is Dr. Alan Dawson..”
~PROMO~
“Nancy Pailson-Carlson.
Did I get that right?”
~Randi Levitt looks at herself in the mirror seemingly waiting for an answer. A reaction. Anything.
Nothing.
“... well the name does sound familiar. Dr. Dawson says when I am released I get to wrestle you. One on one.”
Continues to look at her reflection. No answer.
“I am no legend like you Nancy. Can I call you Nancy? I hope so. I think when two warriors go into battle we’re allowed to be more formal.”
Randi smiles.
“I’m Randi by the way. I was named after my father. Randal Levitt. He is a legend too. Well.. was. He died a few years ago. It made local news.”
Randi continues to smile at her reflection.
“Dr. Dawson says that his sudden death caused my black outs and why I was asked to stay here for a while.”
Randi chuckles.
“Here? Sorry Nancy. I should explain myself. Be clearer. Dr. Dawson says I need to pay attention more with the words I use. ‘Here’ is a medical facility that focuses on mental health. No, no Nancy. Do not worry. I am not insane. Dr. Dawson assures this. He says I am healed. And ready to go back to my training and now my first match since my fathers death in IWF. With you.”
Randi continues to smile.
“But just because we are friends now, Nancy. That doesn’t mean I won’t do whatever it takes to win in my first public showing in IWF. Dr. Dawson believes me getting into the ring is best for my mental health. My mind. A distraction from my depression. A goal to look forward to. But.. but…”
Randi closes her eyes holding her forehead. She opens her eyes again and smiles wider.
“I shouldn’t say. Dr. Dawson doesn’t want me thinking negative thoughts. But he also says I should be more open with my feelings. It’s so confusing sometimes..”
She leans closer to her reflection.
“My medication helps. But sometimes I am worried, Nancy. And I trust you enough to be honest. I am worried about our match. Not about winning. Not even about losing. I just don’t want to… hurt you. That came out wrong… what I mean is. One part of me wants to go out there and have a 5 star classic and make an impression on the IWF team. But the other side of me..”
The smile goes away.
“..I want to swim in your blood. Chew on your skin. Wear your face even. Prance around in it. I hope that doesn’t freak you out. I didn’t mean to offend. I just.. Don’t know what to think. But the medication helps.”
She smiles again.
“But seriously Nancy. I won’t let that happen.I’m on my meds. So let’s go out there and have a 5 Star match for the crowd. Thanks for being a friend, Nancy. I can’t wait until we face off… ohhhh. FACE off. That’s funny..”
Randi begins laughing looking at herself in the mirror.
~CD PART TWO~
Randi looks up at him.
“Did you pack all of your things?”
She nods.
“I have my toothbrush. My hair brush. My clothes. My medication of course… and my forks.”
Dr. Dawson smiles.
“There will be many other forks out in the real world, Randi.”
“But what if I get hungry and we run into a horse on our way to our destination and I don’t have a fork on me… what will we do?”
Randi begins panicking, clenching her fists as Dr. Dawson holds on to her.
“You do not need to worry about that. I will watch you. Take care of you. You are safe. Shall we leave.. When you’re ready, dear.”
Randi looks once more into the mirror and then back at Dr. Dawson.
“Yes.. I am ready.”
She holds Dr. Dawson’s hand and the two talk out of her room.
Well howdy there pardner.