Post by Mia Stone on Mar 15, 2014 19:38:24 GMT -5
“Can I leave?”
Sally asked. It had been 5 minutes since the hotel security had come to the door and for the whole time I sat nervously looking at my watch, then to the door, then back at my watch.
I had done some pretty stupid things in my time that had put me in various amounts of trouble with varying degrees of repercussions, but kidnapping a minor was not on my tick list in anyway shape or form. This was a whole new world of trouble that could come crashing down around me and if Sally decided to spill the beans I could lose everything. There was too much at stake here, for once things seemed to be going right. I couldn't let this be the beginning of the end.
“Shhh I am concentrating.”
“It's just they will come back for me. I won't tell them anything I promise, I will just say...”
The hotel room phone started to ring and we both looked up at each other. Sally was the first to move and reached forward to answer, I raised my hand and she quickly took a step backward. I signalled for her to be quiet as I picked up the receiver.
“Hello.”
I answered in a pretty composed voice given the situation.
“Hello Miss Stone, this is Jake the hotel manager. I just wanted to ensure that everything with your stay thus far has been to your satisfaction?”
Hotel manger he sounded about 10.
“Yeah great thank you.”
“And no problems with your room at all?”
What you mean apart from the girl I just found routing through my belongings, everything's been pretty hunky dory.
“Nope nothing wrong at all.”
“Nothing to cause you any concern?”
“No all fine here, thank you for calling.”
“OK...sorry to bother you today. Have a nice day.”
I hung up, a huge wave of relief washed over me as I placed the phone back in its holder. If that was the worst the hotel had to throw at me right now then that was fine, but it didn't alter the fact that Sally still hadn't left and I needed to get her out of here without causing any unnecessary attention.
“Its OK, if I go now...”
I didn’t reply. I couldn't be sure if its because I genuinely didn't hear her, or if it was just that I was sick of listening to her asking the same questions.
“I said can I go now...”
“Shut up for gods sake, fucking twittering on. Just give me a second to think.”
“Think about what?”
“How we are going to do this.”
I just needed a moment of silence, without an annoying question, the phone ringing or someone trying to kick the door down. All I wanted was just a moment to think to figure out the next move in this strange event.
“Right.”
I stood up suddenly, and grabbed my suitcase quickly shoving handfuls of clothes into it. Sally looked on slightly bewildered.
“Are you going to help me or just stand their looking at me?”
She reluctantly began to fold jumpers and t shirts placing them in a neat pile on the bed.
“Jesus, this isn't exactly a quick get away if you are going to start folding up everything I own.”
Throwing the perfectly folded clothes into the bag I zipped it shut, moved it onto the floor and started to pack the next one.
“You got a car?”
“Yeah, well actually, It's my moms, but I can use it whenever I want.”
“Is it here?”
Sally shook her head, at which point I let out a huge “are you fucking kidding me” kinda sigh.
“Bloody useless.”
I whispered under my breath but she simply just shrugged it off.
“So what’s the plan?”
She asked, an almost child like innocence to her question.
“The plan is I am out of here, you go back to work and say nothing. Its like none of this ever happened.”
“Oh.”
It was all she could muster up and surprisingly she seemed disappointed.
“I can't exactly stay around here can I? As soon as you get out of here you will be shouting from the rooftops that I wouldn't let you go.”
“I won't say a thing...if you let me come with you.”
She hadn't even finished her sentence before I interrupted with a very firm and decisive no as I moved my bag to the floor. I didn't even give her the satisfaction of taking her question seriously by looking up.
“Nope, no way, absolutely not, nada, not on your nelly.”
“But why not. I could come to the shows help out, all fighters need an entourage, I could be yours.”
I just laughed. This kid was out of her mind. one minute she is trying to rob me the next she is wanting to come travel with me from show to show. Call it culture shock if you will but these American's were playing with my head. I guess that could have been quite fitting as Alice Knights partner was a part time head doctor, I should make an appointment and she could tell me once and for all if I was actually going crazy or if it was just the people who I surrounded myself with.
I think deep down she really thought I was going to agree to allow her to come with me. That I would just say yeah come on then lets get out of here. She had been missing for nearly an hour, and I didn't think that the hotel security would be pacified for much longer. I didn't need a kidnap case adding to my record, regardless of which country I was in.
“I am a wrestler and certainly don't rely on anyone watching my back. So what exactly could you help me out with?”
“I could research your opponents so you don’t have to.”
“You are assuming that I give enough of a shit about my opponents to be bothered to type their name into google.”
“Yeah but it's all about homework, research will help you win.”
“Balls to research. Who cares.”
She walked over towards the door and sat down, legs crossed and arms folded.
“Well you can't go anywhere unless you move me.”
“Little girl I suggest you get up and sit down in that arm chair, before I drag you over there out of my way.”
“Do it.”
She dared me. I had to give it to her, the girl had some serious guts to be so fucking awkward with me.
“Look, you are what 17?”
“I am nearly 18.”
“Same difference. Look I am sorry but you can't come with me I am irresponsible.”
“I can look after myself.”
“I can't cook.”
“I work as a chef in the hotel.”
“I have no money.”
“I have savings.”
“YOU CAN'T COME SALLY, WHY AREN'T YOU LISTENING?”
Right there and then I became my uncle. The rage in my voice, the non compliance of the girl he was talking to, the utter defiance as she stood before me. There was no denying it years of living with him had turned me into a carbon copy. Minus the weight gain and male pattern baldness.
It was funny because at that moment in time I suddenly felt like I fit right in with the OCW. It was a dysfunctional family away from, well my own dysfunctional family. It became crystal clear that it didn't matter who you were or where you came from you were embraced by a community of sorts. This crazy fucked up place quickly became home. Whether we liked it or not we were united by our drive to be the best at our game and it didn't matter who you faced, it was the push and the fear of failure that existed solely to ensure you went that little bit further every time. It united us as one as we stood toe to toe in the ring, but quick as a flash tore us apart in the same moment.
For me my next contest was full of family resemblances. We had the mad aunt in Alice Knight, the extradited cousin that no one sees or hears from in Angelle Laree and the one no one really talks about because she is borderline psychotic in The Harlequin. Just like any other family we all brought to the table our own little quirks and left an air of mysteriousness in our paths. We were enigmas in our own rights and I preferred it that way, the less people knew about where I came from the better.
It has been long since proven that ladies who wrestle do so with much more fire in their bellies than the males. Men tend to posses to much bravado which acts as their downfall, where as the majority of us women are a dying bred to the sport, unless you are riding on the coat tails of your other half, trying to cling on to the hope of reigniting a lost career or are headed for the loony bin. At least you couldn't accuse the match of being boring by any stretch of the imagination. Thanks to a real lack of insanity that seemed to side with at least half of the participants in the fight. Harlequin was fresh meat to the OCW. A crazy bitch in her own words but by no means an entity to take lightly, she posed an actual threat to this fatal fourway unlike the presence of Laree, who has been added purely for nothing more than comedy value.
It was ridiculous that Sally even thought for one second that I would let her come with me. I was trying to make a name for myself in the wrestling world, the last thing I needed was a dead weight to carry around. It was hard enough looking after myself with out having to be responsible for someone that I wasn’t even that fond of.
Sally was visibly upset and bust into tears, she slowly stood up from the floor moving away from the door.
“Fine.”
She sniffled as she moved past me taking a seat on the chair.
“But you might want this.”
Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a ring, and held it out to me. I snatched it out of her hand.
“You thieving little shit.”
It was all I could bring myself to say to her. This wasn't just a ring she had found on the floor, this was the last thing I had that reminded me of being back home in England. This was the only good thing from my past and just like that it had been taken from underneath my nose. It belonged to my grandma and had more sentimental value than you could ever imagine.
“Get out of here now.”
I couldn't even look at her as I spoke. The anger started to bubble up inside me. You know when people say the red mist just surrounded me, well it was safe to say the fog was rolling in and her choices were to run as fast as her legs would take her or to stay and wish she had never been born.
I began to pace up and down the room, I could hear her talking to me, but I couldn’t make out what she was saying. Her indistinct voice trailed off as the sound of my feet stomped heavily. She didn't appear to be leaving in a hurry and I really couldn't understand why.
“What are you waiting for?”
I snarled at her.
“GO”
She hurriedly headed towards the door.
“Please don't tell anyone I stole your ring. I am really sorry.”
I picked up a shoe and threw it at the door. It hit with a thud as she closed it behind her. I knew I didn't have a lot of time so I hurriedly began to grab the last few bits that were scattered around my room. I needed to head towards Georgia for Monday’s Massacre anyway, so what better time than the present to get the hell out of this shit hole.
…
….....
“Where's Steve?”
Becky looked back at me nervously, her hands visibly shaking by her side. She moved a strand of hair out of her face and I could see dark red blood covering her arms.
“Where's Steve?”
I asked again, she couldn't answer, she ran over to the kitchen sink and began to be violently sick.
“Becky, what have you done?”
Sally asked. It had been 5 minutes since the hotel security had come to the door and for the whole time I sat nervously looking at my watch, then to the door, then back at my watch.
I had done some pretty stupid things in my time that had put me in various amounts of trouble with varying degrees of repercussions, but kidnapping a minor was not on my tick list in anyway shape or form. This was a whole new world of trouble that could come crashing down around me and if Sally decided to spill the beans I could lose everything. There was too much at stake here, for once things seemed to be going right. I couldn't let this be the beginning of the end.
“Shhh I am concentrating.”
“It's just they will come back for me. I won't tell them anything I promise, I will just say...”
The hotel room phone started to ring and we both looked up at each other. Sally was the first to move and reached forward to answer, I raised my hand and she quickly took a step backward. I signalled for her to be quiet as I picked up the receiver.
“Hello.”
I answered in a pretty composed voice given the situation.
“Hello Miss Stone, this is Jake the hotel manager. I just wanted to ensure that everything with your stay thus far has been to your satisfaction?”
Hotel manger he sounded about 10.
“Yeah great thank you.”
“And no problems with your room at all?”
What you mean apart from the girl I just found routing through my belongings, everything's been pretty hunky dory.
“Nope nothing wrong at all.”
“Nothing to cause you any concern?”
“No all fine here, thank you for calling.”
“OK...sorry to bother you today. Have a nice day.”
I hung up, a huge wave of relief washed over me as I placed the phone back in its holder. If that was the worst the hotel had to throw at me right now then that was fine, but it didn't alter the fact that Sally still hadn't left and I needed to get her out of here without causing any unnecessary attention.
“Its OK, if I go now...”
I didn’t reply. I couldn't be sure if its because I genuinely didn't hear her, or if it was just that I was sick of listening to her asking the same questions.
“I said can I go now...”
“Shut up for gods sake, fucking twittering on. Just give me a second to think.”
“Think about what?”
“How we are going to do this.”
I just needed a moment of silence, without an annoying question, the phone ringing or someone trying to kick the door down. All I wanted was just a moment to think to figure out the next move in this strange event.
“Right.”
I stood up suddenly, and grabbed my suitcase quickly shoving handfuls of clothes into it. Sally looked on slightly bewildered.
“Are you going to help me or just stand their looking at me?”
She reluctantly began to fold jumpers and t shirts placing them in a neat pile on the bed.
“Jesus, this isn't exactly a quick get away if you are going to start folding up everything I own.”
Throwing the perfectly folded clothes into the bag I zipped it shut, moved it onto the floor and started to pack the next one.
“You got a car?”
“Yeah, well actually, It's my moms, but I can use it whenever I want.”
“Is it here?”
Sally shook her head, at which point I let out a huge “are you fucking kidding me” kinda sigh.
“Bloody useless.”
I whispered under my breath but she simply just shrugged it off.
“So what’s the plan?”
She asked, an almost child like innocence to her question.
“The plan is I am out of here, you go back to work and say nothing. Its like none of this ever happened.”
“Oh.”
It was all she could muster up and surprisingly she seemed disappointed.
“I can't exactly stay around here can I? As soon as you get out of here you will be shouting from the rooftops that I wouldn't let you go.”
“I won't say a thing...if you let me come with you.”
She hadn't even finished her sentence before I interrupted with a very firm and decisive no as I moved my bag to the floor. I didn't even give her the satisfaction of taking her question seriously by looking up.
“Nope, no way, absolutely not, nada, not on your nelly.”
“But why not. I could come to the shows help out, all fighters need an entourage, I could be yours.”
I just laughed. This kid was out of her mind. one minute she is trying to rob me the next she is wanting to come travel with me from show to show. Call it culture shock if you will but these American's were playing with my head. I guess that could have been quite fitting as Alice Knights partner was a part time head doctor, I should make an appointment and she could tell me once and for all if I was actually going crazy or if it was just the people who I surrounded myself with.
I think deep down she really thought I was going to agree to allow her to come with me. That I would just say yeah come on then lets get out of here. She had been missing for nearly an hour, and I didn't think that the hotel security would be pacified for much longer. I didn't need a kidnap case adding to my record, regardless of which country I was in.
“I am a wrestler and certainly don't rely on anyone watching my back. So what exactly could you help me out with?”
“I could research your opponents so you don’t have to.”
“You are assuming that I give enough of a shit about my opponents to be bothered to type their name into google.”
“Yeah but it's all about homework, research will help you win.”
“Balls to research. Who cares.”
She walked over towards the door and sat down, legs crossed and arms folded.
“Well you can't go anywhere unless you move me.”
“Little girl I suggest you get up and sit down in that arm chair, before I drag you over there out of my way.”
“Do it.”
She dared me. I had to give it to her, the girl had some serious guts to be so fucking awkward with me.
“Look, you are what 17?”
“I am nearly 18.”
“Same difference. Look I am sorry but you can't come with me I am irresponsible.”
“I can look after myself.”
“I can't cook.”
“I work as a chef in the hotel.”
“I have no money.”
“I have savings.”
“YOU CAN'T COME SALLY, WHY AREN'T YOU LISTENING?”
Right there and then I became my uncle. The rage in my voice, the non compliance of the girl he was talking to, the utter defiance as she stood before me. There was no denying it years of living with him had turned me into a carbon copy. Minus the weight gain and male pattern baldness.
It was funny because at that moment in time I suddenly felt like I fit right in with the OCW. It was a dysfunctional family away from, well my own dysfunctional family. It became crystal clear that it didn't matter who you were or where you came from you were embraced by a community of sorts. This crazy fucked up place quickly became home. Whether we liked it or not we were united by our drive to be the best at our game and it didn't matter who you faced, it was the push and the fear of failure that existed solely to ensure you went that little bit further every time. It united us as one as we stood toe to toe in the ring, but quick as a flash tore us apart in the same moment.
For me my next contest was full of family resemblances. We had the mad aunt in Alice Knight, the extradited cousin that no one sees or hears from in Angelle Laree and the one no one really talks about because she is borderline psychotic in The Harlequin. Just like any other family we all brought to the table our own little quirks and left an air of mysteriousness in our paths. We were enigmas in our own rights and I preferred it that way, the less people knew about where I came from the better.
It has been long since proven that ladies who wrestle do so with much more fire in their bellies than the males. Men tend to posses to much bravado which acts as their downfall, where as the majority of us women are a dying bred to the sport, unless you are riding on the coat tails of your other half, trying to cling on to the hope of reigniting a lost career or are headed for the loony bin. At least you couldn't accuse the match of being boring by any stretch of the imagination. Thanks to a real lack of insanity that seemed to side with at least half of the participants in the fight. Harlequin was fresh meat to the OCW. A crazy bitch in her own words but by no means an entity to take lightly, she posed an actual threat to this fatal fourway unlike the presence of Laree, who has been added purely for nothing more than comedy value.
It was ridiculous that Sally even thought for one second that I would let her come with me. I was trying to make a name for myself in the wrestling world, the last thing I needed was a dead weight to carry around. It was hard enough looking after myself with out having to be responsible for someone that I wasn’t even that fond of.
Sally was visibly upset and bust into tears, she slowly stood up from the floor moving away from the door.
“Fine.”
She sniffled as she moved past me taking a seat on the chair.
“But you might want this.”
Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a ring, and held it out to me. I snatched it out of her hand.
“You thieving little shit.”
It was all I could bring myself to say to her. This wasn't just a ring she had found on the floor, this was the last thing I had that reminded me of being back home in England. This was the only good thing from my past and just like that it had been taken from underneath my nose. It belonged to my grandma and had more sentimental value than you could ever imagine.
“Get out of here now.”
I couldn't even look at her as I spoke. The anger started to bubble up inside me. You know when people say the red mist just surrounded me, well it was safe to say the fog was rolling in and her choices were to run as fast as her legs would take her or to stay and wish she had never been born.
I began to pace up and down the room, I could hear her talking to me, but I couldn’t make out what she was saying. Her indistinct voice trailed off as the sound of my feet stomped heavily. She didn't appear to be leaving in a hurry and I really couldn't understand why.
“What are you waiting for?”
I snarled at her.
“GO”
She hurriedly headed towards the door.
“Please don't tell anyone I stole your ring. I am really sorry.”
I picked up a shoe and threw it at the door. It hit with a thud as she closed it behind her. I knew I didn't have a lot of time so I hurriedly began to grab the last few bits that were scattered around my room. I needed to head towards Georgia for Monday’s Massacre anyway, so what better time than the present to get the hell out of this shit hole.
…
….....
“Where's Steve?”
Becky looked back at me nervously, her hands visibly shaking by her side. She moved a strand of hair out of her face and I could see dark red blood covering her arms.
“Where's Steve?”
I asked again, she couldn't answer, she ran over to the kitchen sink and began to be violently sick.
“Becky, what have you done?”