Saturday 30th November 2013
Las Vegas, NV
Time: 9:30am
The office of Psychiatrist Dr. Jacqueline Du Plessis.
The scene opens up in the offices of Psychiatrist Dr Jacqueline Du Plessis on a quiet Saturday morning, where we see Amy sitting in a black leather chair facing the doctor, however, what caught the camera’s attention was the wide variety of items that adorned the walls and floor.
“So, Ms Marshall how can I help?”
The doctor began.
“This may seem trivial compared to probably your other patients, but I’ve found myself drinking a lot more than usual.”
“It isn’t trivial… but are you drinking t get drunk or because of problems? Because if it’s the first, then you are in the wrong place and I can refer you to a rehab centre.”
Amy cocked her head, as she looked at the doctor.
“Problems. More specifically the man I love.”
Amy explained.
“Ok?”
“Well I met a man as you do, we fell in love and got engage… etc… etc… but I screwed up a few months back, where I didn’t take his side on something and things fell apart. We broke up and the engagement ended, and things quickly went down hill with public arguments etc… and we haven’t spoke since and we’ve seen each other only one when I had to pick up some items from his home. And while I haven’t seen him, I began to see someone else and my feelings began to wane a little… however, I since found out he is in hospital through twitter and well I’m a little confused.”
Amy explained.
“Its understandable… you were close, you were lovers… it’s going to be hard moving on and you will be confused because its hard seeing someone you love in a vulnerable position and you are feeling helpless. I recommend you talk to this man and tell him how you feel… get the closure you need.”
Dr. Du Plessis explained.
“Right. The man is in a coma.”
Amy said.
“Doesn’t matter. Whether he is conscious or unconscious, tell him how you feel. Believe it or not people in coma’s can hear. So talk to him… tell him how you feel, tell him about this new man etc… it may seem ridiculous but it may or may not help. If it doesn’t then feel free to come back… “
The doctor said.
“Thanks Dr. Du Plessis.”
“No problem.”
Amy stands to her feet, as does Dr. Du Plessis and they shake hands.
“Can you email me the bill?”
“Sure”
They shake hands once more, and Amy turns and begins to leave the office feeling a little better but also a little apprehensive in how things could go. The scene fades out on Amy leaving the office and jumping into her and heading back home.
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1st December 2013
Hollywood, California.
Cedars-Sinai Hospital.
The scene opens outside the Cedars-Sinai hospital, where we see Amy standing at the entrance of the hospital, where days earlier she had heard through the twitter grapevine, that her former finance – Kevin Carter, had collapsed from complications of his knee surgery and was placed in an induced coma by the doctors.
And hours earlier she tried to contact Kevin’s younger brother – TJ but with little luck, and instead she rang the hospital posing his cousin to find out what floor he was on and what room he was in.
Supplied with that information, Amy let a small release of breath and headed into the hospital, as she followed the information placards beside the elevators and headed to the floor and ward that Kevin was placed on.
Arriving on the floor, Amy stepped from the elevator, and began the short walk to ward, as she got a little nervous, but not from the fact that she was seeing again but the fact that TJ might be there and cause a scene of some sort.
Entering the ward, Amy walks up to the nurse’s station.
“Hi, where is room 323?”
“Are you a relative?”
The nurse asked.
“I am… I’m his cousin.”
The nurse sceptically looked at Amy, but she couldn’t argue, which was lucky for Amy, as obviously the nurse didn’t follow any wrestling.
“Just down the hall and on the right.”
“Thanks”
Amy gave the nurse a small smile before walking down the hall, as per the nurse instructions until she reached room 323.
Knocking lightly on the door, Amy held her breath, as there was an answer to her knock.
“Come in.”
Amy pulled on the door handle and pushed the door open to see TJ first sitting watching the TV before seeing Kevin lying motionless.
“Why are you here?”
TJ said as he removed his feet off the bed and got to his feet.
“I just want to visit Kevin and see how he is.”
“I don’t think that is a very good idea… NURSE!”
TJ shouted.
Amy just shook her head.
“Look, I’m not here to cause trouble. I just came bye to see how he is and I’ll be gone.”
Amy explained, and as she finished, the nurse comes in.
“How can I help you Mr Carter?”
The nurse said as she checks a few things on Kevin.
“I… I thought I saw his fingers move.”
TJ lied, as Amy gave a small smile.
“Well there is a possibility that he might move limbs, fingers or toes, but with Kevin fighting the infection, he will remain in a coma.”
The nurse finishes her checks and then explanation before leaving the room.
“Alright… do you what you came to do and leave.”
TJ grabs his ipod and cellphone and makes his way out of the room, leaving Amy and Kevin alone. Closing the door, Amy made her way over to the chair beside the bed and sat down.
“I don’t know if you can hear me or not. Though in theory you can and I hope its true. First off don’t yell at TJ, I told him it was going to be a brief visit.
Anyway I think its easier to talk to you this way than when you are conscious… so… I am only here to get some closure and see how you are. Obviously you are in a coma…duh… but what the doctors are doing etc… The nurse didn’t give away too much. But I hope the antibiotics are working.
As for the closure… well I still care for you and I still have some love for you and that will never go… but I have kind of moved on a little.
His name is Marcus… he is actually an ex boyfriend back in Juneau. We’ve gotten close again, but to be honest I don’t know where it’s going. I have so much stuff in my head its crazy.
Believe it or not, I visited a shrink and she suggested seeing you.
I was a little worried what I was going to say or do… but I’ve said it now.
Anyway… I know we didn’t end of good terms and our last meeting was a little awkward and people are actually going to kill me for visiting you… but I don’t care. I just wanted to say thank you… thank you being the best boyfriend/Fiancé a girl could have, thank you for the awesome sex and thank you for being a friend.
I know I was a pretty lousy girlfriend a few months back… but I just want didn’t want you to be let down.
Again I’m sorry.”
Amy stands to her feet and leans over Kevin.
“Goodbye Kevin and Get well soon.”
Amy moved in and lightly places a kiss on Kevin’s lips. Amy then pulls away to see TJ standing at the door.
“Just saying goodbye”
TJ hold his hands up, as Amy grabs her car keys off the bed and quickly leaves before an argument erupts between Amy and TJ. Shaking his head, as he heads over to Kevin and sits back down, with a smirk.
Meanwhile Amy leaves the hospital by the way she came and jumps into her car and headed back home in Vegas.
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Thursday 6th December 2013
Newark, California
Downtown Newark.
The scene opens on Amy as she runs out the local Starbucks café muttering and cursing under her breath, as she quickly looks at her watch and just shakes her head and speeds up run.
It was pretty obvious that she was late for something important, as she barge past people, she didn’t apologise, which left those in her wake a little annoyed. Getting further down the street, Amy suddenly bumps into Necra, who steps out of a toyshop with a couple of large stuffed my little ponies…
“Oh shit… I’m sorry Nec…ra.”
Amy cocked her head and looked at the stuffed toys in Necra’s arms.
“Resorted to sacrificing my little pony toys have we Necra?”
Necra just glared at Amy, as she pulled the two toys closer to her body and hugged them hard.
“I collect them. I'm surprised you haven't heard about the Broadway Play that I'm helping create and staring in.”
For a few brief moments, there was silence between the two with only the traffic and people walking by breaking the silence, as Amy shook her head and tried not to laugh. But then realised the time and began to move away…
“Sorry I can’t stick around and watch you hug them, but I’ve got to go.”
Amy let out a small laugh and began running once more, as she headed towards the Newark Pavilion for whatever appointment she had there that she was late for.
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”Are you still fucking bitching about not pinning your god damn shoulders to the mat? You do realise that these are Roulette Rules… anything can happen and you don’t have to get pinned.
You can keep on denying that I didn’t beat you by pinning your shoulders, but what happens IF you beat me on Sunday by either sending me through a table, or by placing me in a casket, or escaping the Cage, or Hell in a Cell or draw first blood etc… etc…
You would take great pride and brag about beating me, but wait you never pinned or made me submit.
Two can play at that game Mercedes… You try to take away the fact that I beat you and took your title… I can just do and say the same thing.
Life is a bitch isn’t it?
So far far away from this fairytale bullshit that you think I seem to live in.
Its funny, I made some notes from your promo that you released and it oddly had a reoccurring them… it seems that you severely lack any and all material other than bitching about not pinning you and that I should be thanking you.
And after my promo, you should of got the hint that I would be never thanking you… and for you fucking up.
But in some way, you are just like every other sheep that try and insult me… but instead of the STD and whore jokes, it’s you trying to follow on from your own bitching and failures.
It’s pretty sad and desperate of you Mercedes…
I am just going to move and forget about you not pinning me and that I should be thanking, because that’s just a broken boring record, just like you.
I used to respect you, thought you were highly underrated… but since you showed up with this ego and thinking you are better than everyone else… all that respect has flown out of the window and you are nothing more than a stuck up bitch.
Thinking you know it all.
It seems that when I stated that I didn’t deserve the original title shot – which I admit I said that, you became very lackadaisical… and your all-knowing egotistical crown slipped. You seemed to think that because I said I didn’t deserve to be in this match that you were going to have an easy match.
I bet it was a surprise that I fought back and actually gave you competition… yes you lit a fire under my ass – I’m not going to deny that, but then again having a title shot lights a fire up everyone’s ass.
And I’m not going to let that fire burn out; I made my mistakes in my last company when I held the woman’s title… I wasn’t prepared for the pressure, I was prepared for what was expected of me… class these as excuses but I had no excuse that I sucked as champion back then.
Now… I have grown up, I watched those around me take titles, defend them successfully and some not and although the Bombshell Roulette title is a hard one to defend, I am going do my god damned hardest to defend it, whatever the stipulation may be.
And if does come down to pinning you or making you submit… then I will have to push harder in my training and push even harder in the match… BUT I point blank refuse to be pinned by your overrated moves called Cortina Roja or Black Rose Overdrive or even submit to Peligro Roja 2
And so when I pin your scrawny ass or even make you submit… there will be no more critics to answer to, no more people who think I am a one hit wonder or whatever – I would proved that I am better than you and that I pinned/submitted you just like you wanted.
I’m not going to wish you luck because obviously you don’t want or need it.
Instead I am just going to ask…
Are you ready?
Ready to be severely disappointed once again.
