Post by Joshua Samson, ESQ on Jun 25, 2016 4:58:57 GMT
”This is some motherfucking bullshit if there EVER was some motherfucking bullshit!!”
The words of one Joshua Samson, Esq. reverberates throughout the emergency room of the Terrabonne General Medical Center. The Executive Representative of Takeover paces back and forth within the waiting room of the emergency room. Pure Amusement Wrestling’s Wicked 13 taping was probably still occurring but the collective known as Takeover had made great haste to get medical attention after a surprise attack upon them. An equally infuriated Raze, arms crossed across his chest, watches his client.
Samson: How in the hell does something like this fucking happen?! How in the hell does any of this make any fucking sense?!
Never one much for words, the Insurance Policy snarls as he turns his attention to a commotion in the hallway.
”Get away from me! I said I'm fine!
A battered, bruised and furious Shane Ryder comes barreling out of the Emergency Room exit hallway. Looking towards Joshua, he tries to speak again but struggles due to the massive swelling on his face. It takes a few moments, but he finally manages to get the words out.
Shane: What in the blue hell just fucking happened? We got slaughtered! This wasn't apart of the damn plan! I lost a tooth damnit! And I can't even feel my face!
Looking back towards the Emergency Room, Shane emits a low, but gurgling growl.
Shane: What's going on in there, Joshua? What's John's status? How about Red and Amanda? Are they okay?
Samson: We got fucking buried tonight...that’s what fucking happened, Shane! The two protected bitches that are riding Lady Itty Bitty’s dick got over on us!
Joshua loosens his silk tie.
Samson: Champa, Dragon, and Amanda are all being checked out. Champa got it the fucking worse though. I might need to see about getting him airlifted to a better facility like one in New Orleans.
Walking down the hallway holding a large bag of ice against the back of her head was Amanda Reynolds. The front of her face was bruised and swollen but her once blonde hair was now a shade of crimson. She was hardly in the mood for talking as she walked up to Samson.
Amanda: I didn’t sign up for this Joshua. That attack was bullshit and you know it!
Samson: Amanda! I’m glad to see you’re okay. I know you’re upset...we’re all fucking pissed. None of us signed up for any of this bullshit.
Amanda: I had a friend come down with me to see the show and now she’s waiting out there to see how I am. This was not how I planned on spending my night Joshua. At all! Now I’ve got staples in the back of my fucking head and a prescription for painkillers. I’ll probably die from staph or something looking at this place.
Samson: You’re acting like this is my fault, Amanda. I know you’re a bit disoriented from the attack but once you start thinking clearly you’ll realize this all stems from Lady Itty Bitty. The source of all your personal problems continues but now they are your professional problems.
Amanda: I’m tired, I’m sore and I’m doped up on God knows what. I’m not blaming you Joshua or saying this is on you. I know that bitch was behind this whole thing I’m not blind or stupid! I just want to know what we’re gonna do about it.
The former color commentator runs his fingers through his normally perfectly manicured hair allowing his gaze to go from Shane to Amanda to Raze.
Raze: What else? We escalate it.
Samson: As if we didn’t know that’s what you were going to say...shit I have the right mind to get you to find that fat bitch Press and his little lover Youth and murder them in their damn sleep.
Joshua gives a semi serious chuckle before clearing his throat.
Samson: What you thinking, Shane?
Shane: I don't know what to think, Joshua. My head is pounding like a bass drum. On one hand I want revenge, but on the other I want to put the Amusement Park in my rearview mirror. Press and Youth overstepped their boundaries big-time. I signed up for in-ring action. If I had any idea I was going to get jumped in the back and pummeled with brass knuckles I would have said no. This is beyond bullshit. I'm going to be 41 in November. I can take a beating no problem, but the shit that happened tonight could have ended careers easily. Champas career could be over for all I know. Any one of us could be in John's position right now.
Scanning the faces of the Takeover, Shane slowly walks over to a chair and sits down.
Shane: We all want revenge. Trust me, I get it. But this isn't the battle I wanted. Tonight's events went too far. I have to think about my future beyond wrestling. If something like this were to happen again I could end up crippled, paralyzed or worse. Then what? I can't put my family members through something like that. An in-ring injury can be covered by insurance, but attacks like this could leave my family footing the bill for medical expenses.
Lowering his head into his hands, Shane lets out a long sigh.
Shane: I...I think...I think I'm done. I don't want what this has become.
Raze shakes his head, his jaw clenched.
Raze: We can't let them get away with that. We need to do something that'll put the fucking fear of god into them, make them think twice.
Samson: I can respect Shane’s decision even though I don’t agree with it. How about we talk about that tomorrow...after we’ve all had time to simmer down, Shane?
Grabbing his phone out of his pants pocket, Shane begins typing away. After a couple minutes, he looks up at his fellow GZW alums.
Shane: It's too late for that now. I just informed Munin that I want out of my temporary contract. PAW isn't what I had hoped it would be. I've made up my mind. I'm out, Joshua.
Seemingly even more pissed now, the mouthpiece of the group turns his attention to the only female member.
Samson: What about you, Amanda? You feeling the same way as Shane?
Amanda: Honestly I don’t know what I’m feeling. But I do know that I’m not getting my ass beat like that and not responding. I’ve got too much pride and too big of an ego to just roll over and be punked out.
Samson: I can’t deal with this shit right now. In between GZW2K1 closure and now this, I just can’t deal. You guys get back to New Orleans and we’ll talk tomorrow. I need to go check on Dragon and Champa.
Amanda: Any word on them? I blacked out so I’m not really sure what all went down tonight.
Samson: I think Dragon will be alright. Champa, on the other hand, is a different story. From what I was told that big bitch Press powerbombed Champa off the top of the roof of the arena down onto an ambulance. Last I heard he was still unconscious.
Amanda: That’s fucked up! I was never a big John Champa fan but that’s uncalled for. Hell, this whole night has been uncalled for!”
Everyone collectively shakes their head in disgusted agreement.
Samson: Like I said, we’ll pick this up later.
Amanda: That’s fine. I gotta check on my friend and let her know I’m okay.
Shane cautiously stands to his feet and shoves his phone back into his pocket. He locks eyes with Raze for a brief moment before pushing past him to leave.
Shane: Later.
Joshua watches him exit the waiting room. Shane is closely followed by Amanda. Joshua exhales heavily, muttering to Raze, or maybe just to himself.
Samson: Shit was all good just a week ago...
“Insurance Policy” Jericho “Raze” Cross
Shane “Ryder” Lawrence
“Force of Nature” Amanda Reynolds
The words of one Joshua Samson, Esq. reverberates throughout the emergency room of the Terrabonne General Medical Center. The Executive Representative of Takeover paces back and forth within the waiting room of the emergency room. Pure Amusement Wrestling’s Wicked 13 taping was probably still occurring but the collective known as Takeover had made great haste to get medical attention after a surprise attack upon them. An equally infuriated Raze, arms crossed across his chest, watches his client.
Samson: How in the hell does something like this fucking happen?! How in the hell does any of this make any fucking sense?!
Never one much for words, the Insurance Policy snarls as he turns his attention to a commotion in the hallway.
”Get away from me! I said I'm fine!
A battered, bruised and furious Shane Ryder comes barreling out of the Emergency Room exit hallway. Looking towards Joshua, he tries to speak again but struggles due to the massive swelling on his face. It takes a few moments, but he finally manages to get the words out.
Shane: What in the blue hell just fucking happened? We got slaughtered! This wasn't apart of the damn plan! I lost a tooth damnit! And I can't even feel my face!
Looking back towards the Emergency Room, Shane emits a low, but gurgling growl.
Shane: What's going on in there, Joshua? What's John's status? How about Red and Amanda? Are they okay?
Samson: We got fucking buried tonight...that’s what fucking happened, Shane! The two protected bitches that are riding Lady Itty Bitty’s dick got over on us!
Joshua loosens his silk tie.
Samson: Champa, Dragon, and Amanda are all being checked out. Champa got it the fucking worse though. I might need to see about getting him airlifted to a better facility like one in New Orleans.
Walking down the hallway holding a large bag of ice against the back of her head was Amanda Reynolds. The front of her face was bruised and swollen but her once blonde hair was now a shade of crimson. She was hardly in the mood for talking as she walked up to Samson.
Amanda: I didn’t sign up for this Joshua. That attack was bullshit and you know it!
Samson: Amanda! I’m glad to see you’re okay. I know you’re upset...we’re all fucking pissed. None of us signed up for any of this bullshit.
Amanda: I had a friend come down with me to see the show and now she’s waiting out there to see how I am. This was not how I planned on spending my night Joshua. At all! Now I’ve got staples in the back of my fucking head and a prescription for painkillers. I’ll probably die from staph or something looking at this place.
Samson: You’re acting like this is my fault, Amanda. I know you’re a bit disoriented from the attack but once you start thinking clearly you’ll realize this all stems from Lady Itty Bitty. The source of all your personal problems continues but now they are your professional problems.
Amanda: I’m tired, I’m sore and I’m doped up on God knows what. I’m not blaming you Joshua or saying this is on you. I know that bitch was behind this whole thing I’m not blind or stupid! I just want to know what we’re gonna do about it.
The former color commentator runs his fingers through his normally perfectly manicured hair allowing his gaze to go from Shane to Amanda to Raze.
Raze: What else? We escalate it.
Samson: As if we didn’t know that’s what you were going to say...shit I have the right mind to get you to find that fat bitch Press and his little lover Youth and murder them in their damn sleep.
Joshua gives a semi serious chuckle before clearing his throat.
Samson: What you thinking, Shane?
Shane: I don't know what to think, Joshua. My head is pounding like a bass drum. On one hand I want revenge, but on the other I want to put the Amusement Park in my rearview mirror. Press and Youth overstepped their boundaries big-time. I signed up for in-ring action. If I had any idea I was going to get jumped in the back and pummeled with brass knuckles I would have said no. This is beyond bullshit. I'm going to be 41 in November. I can take a beating no problem, but the shit that happened tonight could have ended careers easily. Champas career could be over for all I know. Any one of us could be in John's position right now.
Scanning the faces of the Takeover, Shane slowly walks over to a chair and sits down.
Shane: We all want revenge. Trust me, I get it. But this isn't the battle I wanted. Tonight's events went too far. I have to think about my future beyond wrestling. If something like this were to happen again I could end up crippled, paralyzed or worse. Then what? I can't put my family members through something like that. An in-ring injury can be covered by insurance, but attacks like this could leave my family footing the bill for medical expenses.
Lowering his head into his hands, Shane lets out a long sigh.
Shane: I...I think...I think I'm done. I don't want what this has become.
Raze shakes his head, his jaw clenched.
Raze: We can't let them get away with that. We need to do something that'll put the fucking fear of god into them, make them think twice.
Samson: I can respect Shane’s decision even though I don’t agree with it. How about we talk about that tomorrow...after we’ve all had time to simmer down, Shane?
Grabbing his phone out of his pants pocket, Shane begins typing away. After a couple minutes, he looks up at his fellow GZW alums.
Shane: It's too late for that now. I just informed Munin that I want out of my temporary contract. PAW isn't what I had hoped it would be. I've made up my mind. I'm out, Joshua.
Seemingly even more pissed now, the mouthpiece of the group turns his attention to the only female member.
Samson: What about you, Amanda? You feeling the same way as Shane?
Amanda: Honestly I don’t know what I’m feeling. But I do know that I’m not getting my ass beat like that and not responding. I’ve got too much pride and too big of an ego to just roll over and be punked out.
Samson: I can’t deal with this shit right now. In between GZW2K1 closure and now this, I just can’t deal. You guys get back to New Orleans and we’ll talk tomorrow. I need to go check on Dragon and Champa.
Amanda: Any word on them? I blacked out so I’m not really sure what all went down tonight.
Samson: I think Dragon will be alright. Champa, on the other hand, is a different story. From what I was told that big bitch Press powerbombed Champa off the top of the roof of the arena down onto an ambulance. Last I heard he was still unconscious.
Amanda: That’s fucked up! I was never a big John Champa fan but that’s uncalled for. Hell, this whole night has been uncalled for!”
Everyone collectively shakes their head in disgusted agreement.
Samson: Like I said, we’ll pick this up later.
Amanda: That’s fine. I gotta check on my friend and let her know I’m okay.
Shane cautiously stands to his feet and shoves his phone back into his pocket. He locks eyes with Raze for a brief moment before pushing past him to leave.
Shane: Later.
Joshua watches him exit the waiting room. Shane is closely followed by Amanda. Joshua exhales heavily, muttering to Raze, or maybe just to himself.
Samson: Shit was all good just a week ago...
“Insurance Policy” Jericho “Raze” Cross
Shane “Ryder” Lawrence
“Force of Nature” Amanda Reynolds
