~Brooklyn Trauma Centre~The emergency room is not the ideal setting for anyone. Everyone who has ever visited a regular emergency room knows the average waiting time is somewhere around 2-3 hours. In New York, however, the average wait is about 4-6 hours, depending on the seriousness of the injury. And tonight was no exception as the ER was bustling with disgruntled patients from newborns to adults, and the elderly sitting around the long winded ER room, waiting to be seen by doctor tardiness.
The camera then pans over to a large hulking man standing at the front desk giving the female receptionist a piece of his mind. The man demanded that he had been waiting for several hours and that his injury is very serious. His thumb is wrapped with a blood soaked wash cloth. Over in the corner, you can hear a mother and her pregnant daughter poor mouthing the hospital for their slow service. The mother informs anyone that will listen that her poor, impregnated daughter is in a greater danger from being placed in the waiting room with the massive amount of sick people than she would ever been from the complications that have brought her to the hospital in the first place.
As the man continues to gripe to the receptionists, a security guard walks over and pulls the man aside. The guard gives the man an ultimatum. Either pipe down or take his ass on down the road. As the security guard lays down the law, the two sliding glass doors that lead to the ER slide open and a crimson faced Heather walks through the door, a blood soaked napkin pressed to her forehead. As soon as Heather makes it past the two sliding glass doors, she collapses on the floor in the middle of the ER.
Everyone in the ER becomes horrified as Heather lies there completely motionless on the floor, blood gushing from her forehead like a faucet. Her eyes begin to roll in the back of her head as a group of ER nurses rush over to check on her. With all of her strength she managed to muster up words barely audible above the level of a whisper.
"I need a doctor..."
"I'm a nurse. My name is Nathan and you are in the Sub Acute Emerg." He said, shining a tiny flashlight into her eyes. She weakly shook her head, dismissing his vague answer.
"Which Hospital is this?"
"The Brooklyn Hospital Centre."
" Shhhiittt..." Heather trailed off into silence as she faded into unconsciousness.
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"I wasn’t always an insufferable bitch. Once upon a time, I used to actually be pretty nice...err...a good person...tolerable? Playful? Respectful?. *Sigh* Very well I used to be just a regular everyday ambitious girl with big dreams. Yeah, that’s it. Eventually I learned that having big dreams and ambition just wasn’t enough. To really be successful, you have to be ruthless, and determined as well.
Over the years I cultivated an arsenal of cunning charm, grit, and a knife sharp singular focus which allowed me to design my life to become exactly the way I wanted. It hasn’t made me very popular...not in a good way, at least. But it did help me achieve success. My idea of success...But as any person who has had to step on somebody else to get ahead will tell you...karma is a bitch. You don’t just come out on the other side unscathed. 'Karma', whether real or imaginary will do whatever it can to come back ten folds for the terrible things you’ve committed onto others.
And sure enough this was Karma coming back at me with a capital K for all the terrible, rotten things I have done to people to wind up here. But what can't kill me...only makes me.
STRONGER!!
So with that being said, Fuck you Karma."
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Several hours had passed before Heather began to regain consciousness. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to open them and focus on the space around her. Slowly, figures began to take shape as her vision became more clear.
"Look, Look! Our Jane Doe is awake! Said one of the voices eagerly. "Call Dr. Bridges, stat."
There was a familiar and pervasive sterile smell to the air, the smell of a hospital as Heather eyes flickered around the small enclosed room, before her gaze landed on a small IV needle that was pricked in her arm while wide-eyed nursing students hovered by her bedside with their clipboards pressed to their chests, gawking and prodding at her like she were a lab rat.
“Ma'am! Can you hear me?” a voice asks inquisitively.
"Do you know where you are?"Heather moaned, moving her hand to the gash on her forehead which was now all decorated with a bunch of staples no doubt crafted by some skilled surgeon. She could see the nurse's lips moving, trying to communicate with her. But she didn't have the energy or breathe to respond.
“Miss! Please tell me what happened to you? Were you involved in an accident?” the nurse badgered.
“Uggghhh…. my head…” Heather groaned as she closed her eyes tightly and waited for the pain of nausea to subside.
“The doctor will be back shortly. He will want to know what happened to you, Miss. Can you please tell us how did this happen to you?” the nurse asks again.
“Ruuusssow.” Heather finally managed to spit out the name, but just barely.
“What she say?” One of the nurses asked the others with raised eyebrows, trying to piece together what Heather said as everyone just scratched their heads and shrugged their shoulders with blank stares on their faces.
Heather takes a deep breath and then exhales, as memories of last night came flooding back to her.
“Wrestling match.... special guest referee...... steel chair bashed over head.....blood everywhere... plan backfired.” Heather managed to get the words out to the nurse.
“A wrestling match? There is no possible way your injuries were caused over a wrestling match! It looked like you walked right into a wall and hit your head or something!” the nurse explains.
“I wish that was the case. Instead, I was involved in a head on collision with a steel chair courtesy of that bitch, Audrey Russow; while Alexis just stood by and laughed it up like it was the funniest shit in the world.” Heather sarcastically replied as she glared at the nurses, seeming to be completely coherent at this point.
"god, I hate THEM both so much!"The doctor on call then enters the room. He scans over Heather's medical charts before turning his attention to her and right away begins examining her chest with his stereoscope, listening to her heartbeat.
“So How is our Jane doe doing this morning?” the doctor quizzes one of the nursing students.
"Would you please stop calling me 'Jane Doe'?" Heather said with an annoyance in her voice. "I do have a name."
“Jane Doe is coherent now." Said one of the know-it-all female nurse, rudely dismissing Heather off completely.
"Toxicology reports came back all negative, so we can rule out Cocaine, Heroine, Cannabis and Alcohol. She seems to think her injuries were wrestling related. She must be delusional from the medications we gave her.” the student nurse informed the doctor, looking all smug and proud of herself in front of her colleagues.
“Wrestling? Do people still watch that dumb fake sport?” the doctor asks with a frown.
“I am telling you. My injuries were not self inflicted." Heather said, pleading to the doctor.
"I was bashed over the head with a steel chair! I am a professional wrestler for PWS APEX Wrestling. We just had a show last night.” “And I am Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson” the doctor mocks once again, raising his eyebrow in a way that the Rock would do, as he and the nurses get a good laugh in.
“Ok you are seriously starting to piss me off. Look I will even show you that I am not high. I am telling the truth. Go on your phones, and Youtube the PWS APEX channel."The doctor and the nurses glance at one another and shrug before pulling out their phones to humor themselves. They then check the PWS APEX YouTube channel where true enough a video was already posted, which has already garnered a mass viewing. The doctor and nurses watch in amazement and chuckle at Heather's antics during the Audrey and Makarios match until the very end where Audrey has just about enough and clobbers Heather with the steel chair, causing all the student nurses and the doctor to gasp and react in disbelief.
"See? Now do you believe me?!"
“Okay, that chair shot to the head probably explains a lot.” the doctor tells Heather.
"Sorry. We get a lot of drifters and meth heads showing up on our doorsteps, so we figured you were just on some powerful crystal meth.""No Shit." replied Heather sarcastically, rolling her eyes at their poor bed side manners. "Now can someone please give me some molly to dull the pain so I can be on my way!?"
"I'll prescribe you some 'legal medications' for you in order to help you heal. You need to take those medications daily, get plenty of rest and most importantly, no more wrestling for awhile” the doctors tells Heather as her jaw drops at the thought of no wrestling.
“Wait… no wrestling? Doc, I have a wrestling match this coming Sunday against Alexis Makarios for the belt. I cannot allow her to get the last laugh. I have to wrestle that bitch and beat her! I have to! A lot is riding on this.” Heather replies.
“Ms. Haze… you will be putting yourself in a great deal of danger if you do not listen to me. We still need to run some tests to see if everything is okay with your head. You suffered a significant amount of blood loss. God knows you may have a concussion too. You are in no condition to wrestle let alone do any strenuous activity until everything checks out.” The doctor pleads to Heather.
“That is just a chance I am willing to take” Heather fires back as she fiercely rips the IV needle out of her left arm like every overplayed Medical Drama show seen on TV.
Then, With every ounce of strength in her body, Heather somehow manages to stand up on her feet using the hospital railing as leverage before gathering her bearings and rushing out of the door despite the doctor's orders. As she makes her way through the ER, the nurses, doctors, and security plead with her not to go. But they cannot force her to stay either as they watch her march barefoot out the front entrance in her blue gown that barely covered her bare ass from behind.
As Heather walks out of the hospital, she is then blindsided outside by an enormous crowd of 20 something people, probably all fans of the PWS APEX, that have gathered in the ER parking lot holding up 'Get Well' signs and posters of her image with hearts. They may have congregated at the ER to check on her, possibly even setting up an all night vigil.
Needless to say, Heather was truly touched by their heart warming gesture of solitude as they cheered, hollered, and fawned her with praises and words of encouragement. She smiled and waved back at the rambunctious cult of super fans, feeling like she was walking down the red carpet all over again to an AVN award ceremony.
As Heather slowly makes her way through the crowd, the cheers soon turn to a rounding applause. It's almost an euphoria feeling, almost like an adrenaline rush that she has never felt before. It would be safe to say that even if she were to suffer two amputated arms, she would still be ready to wrestle. The doctors had ill advised her not to wrestle. But what the fuck do those quacks know anyway? They didn't know the troubles she'd took to come this far; All those people that had to be 'stepped on' and 'squashed' like puny bugs under her feet. All those times she was ridiculed, mocked, shunned, denied and told she was NEVER really good enough by the Laura's, The Bella's, The Audrey's, The Levi's, the Sierra's and the Kallie Reznik's of this world.
They didn't know or truly understand the disgust of living and being in someone else's shadow for the past two years and be relegated to a lackey type to a measly, forgotten tag team that no one really were arsed to care about! Well, to hell with all that and to hell with ALL of them! This was her time now. Her moment to shine. Her shot at finally breaking through that glass ceiling and silencing every mouth breathing couch critics out there who ever doubted her.
It'd been a long, hard crawl to a championship contention, often finding herself on the losing end more than once. And Through a tandem of tantrums, manipulation, and cruel trickery, and words, it finally worked to her advantage as she proved that perseverance were just as important as brawn in ultimately reaching her desired destination to that pinnacle of superstardom she yearned for.
Hell, She knew she was always a star in the making, and not some 'B' Plus level talent or a supporting act to some grizzled veteran Hall of Famer who was well past her expiration date. No! She was Heather F'N Haze! And she'd have to drive that point across at Rise to Glory, even if it meant going to that dark place of hers to the point of no return. This was now or never.
And so Heather marched on with a new found sense of purpose, as she ditched her hospital gown to the side of the curb before hailing for a ride as the scene fades.
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~Put up, or Shut up~
Whap!
(It felt good, no… it felt almost gratifying with each blow thrown.)
Whap! Whap!(The burning feeling in her knuckles hitting away at the leather was what she needed as adrenaline raced though her veins, punching with everything she had on the padding as she envisioned punching Alexis and Audrey's faces in.)
Whap! Whap! Whap!(It was good to release her anger through something, Heather thought. She knew she’d probably be sore the next morning, but right now she couldn’t find herself caring about that. The only thing that counted was preparing mentally to throw hands at Alexis while delivering massive right-hooks and jabs at the held up boxing pads in her comfy grey sports bra and red gym shorts, while her trainer stood perfectly still, absorbing the impact of each blows.)
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!(Heather then stopped, resting her hands on her knees while taking a lung full of air.)
~Heather Haze~
"Alright let's take a quick five minute break and then pick up where we left off, yeah?"(The trainer nodded as Heater removed her gloves and unwrapped the bandages around her fists. She then exited the ring and made her way to the bench, grabbing a cold water bottle out of her gym bag to quench her thirst. She then takes a swig from the bottle before she felt a slight tap on her shoulder, and she reacts by grabbing the wrist and twisting it, bringing a yelp from Daniel as he drops to his knees.)
~Daniel Clarke~
"GAHHHH!"~Heather Haze~
"That's what you get for sneaking up on me like that, you perv." (Daniel squirms a bit, letting out a girlish squeal as Heather smiles more sinisterly, applying more pressure.)
~Heather Haze~
"I KNEW you were watching me from far. Were you aroused ogling away at my sweaty body? Were you getting a boner. It's okay, Danny. I'm not going to hold it against you. I know I had that affect on you since Day one." (Heather lets go as he begins rubbing his hand trying to get the blood flow going.)
~Daniel Clarke~
"...I can't feel my hand..." ~Heather Haze~
"Oh Quit your whining you big goof. Slap some Bengay on it and you should be fine." (Heather leans down and yanks Daniel up to his feet by the shirt collar. She dusts off his suit, and while doing so, he sneaks a peek at her chest.)
~Heather Haze~
"Once again, my eyes are up here... unless you’re thinking whether my boobs are real. Do you wish to touch my boobs?" ~Daniel Clarke~
"No... that's not..wait...what?"(Heather sighs grabbing hold of Daniel's hand and resting it on her boob.)
~Heather Haze~
"There you go. Give it a good feel. You like that, don't ya?" (Daniel smiles like he died and went up to heaven.)
~Heather Haze~
"That's right. Feel how firm and pointy it is, Dan? That's natural, that's real, that's perfection. Now get your filthy hands off mah titties!"(Heather slaps Daniel's wrist hard.)
~Heather Haze~
"Now then, I spose' you want to get my thoughts and my reaction to what went down at Riot, right? Well, lemme tell you: I am very MAD! Actually, mad is a bit of an understatement. I AM BEYOND PISSED OFF! But you know what? I spose' All is fair in love and war. I mean sure getting bashed in the head with a metal chair isn't all that fun. But I should've seen that coming from a mile. After all, I only got myself to blame when I bought that chair to the ring as I got a 'wee' bit overzealous taking my referee job seriously. But it now Gives me more reasons to kick Alexis' ass in that ring and win me that damn United Belt that has eluded me throughout my entire PWS APEX Career!
~Heather Haze~
(Pointing to the ring behind her) "And As you can see, I have been all day at the gym toiling here, sweating and training my ass off and getting myself prepared for this. I know Alexis is no slouch and she's gonna come at me with everything she's got. There's a reason why she's a hall of famer and a GOAT for well over a decade.. and it's only fair that I give her the greatest fight the likes she's never ever been in."
(Heather pauses as she shakes her head and chuckles.)
~Heather Haze~
"It just sucks that this match came to be only because I had to beat up her 'super friends', and also disrespect her husband in front of the whole world, alluding the fact that we had an affair during her mental freakout last summer."(Daniel tilted his head sideways, confused over Heather's sincerity as she makes a face at him and protests.)
~Heather Haze~
"What? It's the god honest truth. For the record all that stuff I said about me shagging her husband was SO not true. I only said those awful things only because I wanted to fight Alexis so badly for the belt, and the bitch just kept making all these excuses for months. And the more I begged, and the more I got snubbed, it just made me snap seeing others getting opportunities before ME! And that's when I knew I had to do what I had to do to get her to fight me!" (Heather paused, thinking in deep thoughts, before giving a casual shrug of her shoulders.)
~Heather Haze~
"Now would things could've been differently if I used a different approach? Absolutely...but like I said, somebody has to play the bad guy role and that just so happens to be me because I am good at it. Sometimes you have to do questionable things to get ahead in this world." ~Daniel Clarke~
"But Heather you've had plenty of title shot opportunities...like remember last year at Rise to Glory and then at Demon's Run where you competed inside that Elimination Chamber for the World Title against all those..."(Heather glares at Daniel to his astoundingly stupid response as he trails off and gulps.)
~Heather Haze~
"I know I don't have the greatest track record when it comes to big matches. Which is why I am motivated as FUCK and determined as I'll ever be to get this damn losing monkey off my back! Did you know I haven't had held a singles championship for over 2 YEARS? And why is that, Daniel? I'll tell you why...because I have allowed myself to become complacent. I have allowed people to literally walk all over me. Well, that stops RIGHT NOW! I haven't forgotten how Audrey near killed me inside that Elimination Chamber the 1st time, derailing my chances of becoming World Champion just like she cracked me in the head with a chair just so I wouldn't be a 100% going into this match against her 'best friend'! But guess what? I'm still STANDING here pointing my finger to your face, bitch!"(Heather smiles, proudly raising up her middle finger and flipping off the camera, knowing full well that Audrey and Alexis was watching somewhere. She then turns her attention to Daniel who looks conflicted.)
~Heather Haze~
"Lemme give you a little history lesson, Dan. My focus is solely on the Untied Title because not only it was the first major title that was ever introduced on the first airing of PWS APEX waaay before the World Title came in the picture. But that belt has a legacy to it that's not been tarnished by ego driven primadonna's who took their balls and ran off! That United title is near and dear to me because it's a title that's been denied to me after years and years of bitches constantly telling me straight to my face that I wasn't good enough to have it. So much so that I had to make a living as a deathmatch barbie and for some time as Alexis' tag partner because that's what 'B-Plus' talents like me had to do to get my name and face out there and to add a little RESPECK to my name! And three years later I am still part of the company, STILL fighting my lil ass off, STILL trying to be part of that PWS APEX legacy, and STILL trying to FINALLY transcended to G.O.A.T. status. And I'll accomplish that feat when I ONLY get to beat the biggest and the baddest in Alexis Makarios, and become the second ever triple crown champion in history."(Daniel goes to say something but Heather lifts a hand, cutting him off.)
~Heather Haze~
"You see, My wrestling career has never been about wrestling. I never took pride in being the best technical wrestler. It wasn’t about knowing hold for hold. It wasn’t ever about going out there and laying it all on the line for the fans enjoyment. It has never been about having five star matches believe it or not. It was never what kept me going. The only thing that has kept me going in the business is being in a position to hurt people and win championship belts. That’s my motivation and that’s what is fueling me come Rise to Glory.” (Heather's lips found themselves curling into a bit of a sadistic like smirk.)
~Heather Haze~
“I'm gonna be brtually honest with you here, Lexy. You took great joy in seeing me at my lowest point. Whether I was groveling and begging at your and Josiah's feet, or getting roughed up by Audrey or even getting slapped around like a bitch by you in the ring more times than I can remember. And for all that degradation and humiliation I had to endure, and for all the times I became the butt of many jokes to you and Audrey, I’m sincerely gonna take great joy and pleasure in humiliating you. Maybe I’m going to love the feeling of your jaw crunching to dust under my fists. Maybe I’m going to enjoy driving my elbow into the back of your neck until you crumble to the mat in a heap. Or maybe I'll take great delight in watching you attempt to crawl your paralyzed carcass as you beg and plead for things to end. All while I know in the back of my head it won’t end there. Not until I’ve stomped your face in until it’s nothing more than a gaping hole.”
(Heather lets out a soft moan getting more aroused by her venomous words as Daniel blinks at her, looking more and more mortified. It was becoming quite clear just how twisted Heather's mind really was. There was not a chance in hell at this point when she stepped through the curtains at the pay-per-view where she was going to receive cheers from the crowd. But one would have to imagine that she wasn’t too concerned with something along those lines.)
~Daniel Clarke~
"And what's gonna become of the Vixen's of pain should you do all those heinous things to Alexis?"~Heather Haze~
“Afterword?" You mean After I become the new United champion? We will, … I don’t know kiss and make up for all the nasty naughty things we have been saying to each other, .. No matter how true some of them are. But why worry about afterword, no one likes spoilers, other than the one about Alexis versus Heather for the first-time-ever, making history, and the one where Heather FN' Haze FINALLY becomes the United champion that we all deserve…. Sorry Lexy.”(With stars in her eyes, Heather's hand dragged in the air across an imaginary marquee, completely absorbed in her fantasy with a million-watt smile implemented on her pretty face.)
~Heather Haze~
"Now then, I must really get back to my training. Every minute answering your dumb questions is putting me behind schedule. Unless you want to volunteer the rest of the afternoon being my punching bag?"(Heather winked at him in a teasing way while jabbing away at his belly playfully with her knuckles.)
~Daniel Clarke~
"Erm... I'm respectfully going to decline that offer."~Heather Haze~
"Boo. you're no fun. C'mon I'll whip that big fat belly of yours into shape."~Daniel Clarke~
"I'm perfectly fine just standing here, holding the mic and asking dumb, stupid questions."(Daniel lets out a nervous chuckle as Heather studies him before making a pouty face.)
~Heather Haze~ *sigh*
Fine. Suit yourself."(She then threw him a smile twinkling her fingers briskly, in a perky wave before walking slowly with her hips swaying gracefully causing Daniel to close his eyes, taking a second to compose himself. The scene then fades out with Heather slipping her gloves back on and resuming her training.)