Pacing back and forth is not really what I should have been doing. After all, with having my head slammed into with a microphone I was in pain right now. However as I was watching this weeks Warzone I stared at the screen while pacing never taking myeyes away from the television. Watching while I walked down the ramp alongside Rain, sliding into the ring. The second Rain started to talk my fist clenched and unclenched non stop. When Tyler came out onto the stage I calmed down for a moment, before the footage went back to Rain and myself. The second the bastard turned around and clocked me upside the head with the microphone I couldn’t even stop myself as my fist flew forward and slammed through the television screen. I didn’t even get to see Tyler coming to my rescue. I knew for a fact he did though. Tyler. Came to my… rescue. I couldn’t focus on that right now though because I turned and looked down at my hand seeing the blood coming from the gash. Great. Just what I needed before a big match coming up.

“Son of a … I am going to kill him for this!”

Pulling my arm towards me, I flinched before stumbling backwards. My back came to hit the wall, and I let my head fall back into it…

“FUCKING HELL!”

..Wrong move. The pain was kicking in high gear now, and I had to do something about it. Heading down the hall I went towards the living room to see Chase nodding off on the couch high as a kite. On What? I didn’t care right now.

“Chase! CHASE!!”

Finally he snapped out of it looking my way. Before he could get a word out I spoke again.

“Look, I know you have every drug you can imagine. Please tell me you got something for pain. I don’t care what it is, I need it.”

It looked like he was about to say no, but then he must have had a lightbulb go off over his head because he smirked before nodding. He looked like he was up to something, but the pain was stopping me from thinking right now. He went to get up quickly from the couch and tripped over his pants that were around his ankles. Damn, I must be out of it to not have noticed that at all. Instead of pulling his pants up, he kicked them off. It must have been the easier of the two. I stood there waiting as he left the room and just as quickly he was back handing me a few pills. I tossed them into my mouth without caring. Looking for something to drink I grabbed the bottle of alcohol off the table and took a swig. See how smart I was being right now!?

“Damn it. I need to go to the Emergency room and deal with this.”

“I’ll go with you!” Chase was quick to volunteer himself to head there with me and I didn’t question it. I just grabbed my bag and headed towards the door with Chase following me not far behind, having to stop and put his pants on

 

 

-At the Emergency Room-

I don’t know what he gave me, but I was far from feeling pain. Hell, I was feeling much more, but down lower. That on top of whatever the nurse had gave me was having me feel pretty fucking great right about now. If only I knew what the hell was going on. I stirred on the bed while waiting for the nurse to come back in to discharge me after having gotten my arm, and hand stitched up. Oh well. Looks like I would be fighting a brutal match while stitched up. Anyway, where was I? Oh right… so.. I stirred as I felt pressure upon me. Opening my eyes to look up and see a blurred Chase. “Wha..?” I couldn’t even talk right.

“The nurse will be back soon.” I knew that much. He didn’t have to remind me. I nodded and closed my eyes again before sighing softly.

“Chase.. what are you..”

Before I could say anything more a knock came on the door and Chase muttered something before I felt the pressure leave from on top of me. Those discharge papers in her hand were the best things I had seen all night!

 

 

-The Day Before the Event-

After all the crap I has to deal with regarding Chase this week, my opponents had become  the last ones on my mind for a while. I didn’t like that… which has me rethinking taking Chase on as my client. What a headache at times. Oh well, if I could deal with him… I could deal with anything.

Upon waking up this morning I wanted to relax, and with the nice weather we were having, relaxing on the balcony seemed like a good idea. A black bikini on left room to sunbathe while I laid there on my stomach talking to Heather on the phone, that happened to be on speaker laying in front of me.

“Have you thought into it at all?”

“I have, and I am not going to let this opportunity pass me by. I have worked my ass off and stitches or not I am stepping into the Invasion match tomorrow and doing what I can to last.”

“Are you sure thats a smart thing to do? You do realize who you are getting into the ring with right?”

“Yes, I realize who I have to step into the ring with. I realize what kind of match it is.. and I know that nothing is going to stop me from stepping into the ring. See right now, people are not thinking I have a chance. That might help me out here. All people see me as is a female in the ring. No one realizes I can be a threat… except Corey. He wouldn’t be stupid enough to count me out. He knows what I can do in the ring. HELL. He trained me partially at one point.”  I knew he wouldn’t count me out… but what I didn’t know was..

“That is true, however… what do you think is going through his mind right now? You just contacted him and now you’re in the same match with him.”

“Heather. You know that had nothing to do with this. I didn’t even think I was going to qualify to be honest with you. Hell, do you think I want to be in the ring with Corey, or even Chase? The others I don’t have a problem going against.. but those two… I don’t know if I can do it.”

“You can, and you know you can. So, what’s on your mind that is stopping you from thinking you have a shot here Kay?”

“Thats just it. Everything is on my mind.”

“Go on.”

“You see what I have been through Heather. It’s been hell since day one. I have not had a great run here, but it never stopped me from continuing and trying harder the next time around. Its some of these people though… I just can’t stand them. Take Neville for example. This asshole continues to talk shit about me week in and week out and he forgets how fucking hard he had to work to pin me the first time he and I stepped into the ring together. From day one he said I shouldn’t be in the business. I should just go hook on the corner instead. What he fails to admit is I am a threat to him. He can joke about it all he wants but the reality is I am not someone to take lightly. I have no problem stepping into the ring with the men in the business and thats what scares them. What man in their right mind would want to lose to a female? It’s not my fault he does not want to be clowned. One of these days I am going to wind up getting a win over him and he will be shocked and hopefully he will shut the fuck up once and for all.

I am so tired of hearing the cracks that he brings my way. Its sick really. No one should have to deal with that. This week he should be worried about getting a ladder shoved up his ass or getting my boot shoved in his face. Anything to shut him up once and for all. God, I don’t know how much more I can take before I really lose it and go off. You know I am not above attacking someone that pisses me off when they are least expecting it. I don’t play nice, and the more he runs his mouth the more I want to stitch it shut.”

“A bit harsh there Kay.”

“No, its reality, and its going to be his real soon if he doesn’t shut it.”

“Okay, so like I was saying… with Corey..”

“Heather look. I contacted Corey before last week even happened. It had nothing to do with the Invasion match. I am not trying to get into his head at all. He and I both know we will have to face one another in the ring here and there and this week happens to be one of those times. I can deal with that. He and I don’t need to work with one another to get things done. We can talk to one another and still be able to compete against one another in the ring.”

“I never said you couldn’t.”

“I know. Think about it though. He knows what to expect from me in the ring. We have been in the ring many times before. Hell, we even called practices in the past because we knew what was coming from the other before it happened. We are prepared to go against one another, its just the others we have to worry about the most. And before you even think it.. No, I am not saying I will be working with Corey to take the others out first. While it might be the smart thing to do, I don’t need anyone thinking I got on good terms with him just to get a win.”

“What about Chase?”

“What about him? He might be my client but that don’t mean anything. It’s every man… or woman in my case… for themselves. Client or not, this week in the ring he is someone that I need to take out.”

“You’re not going to proposition him again are you?”

“Jesus Heather! I did that as a joke. Regretted it the second he brought it up, but when he laid down in the ring I was not going to turn my back. Hell, he gave me the win. I set myself in a prediciment I was not looking to get into in the process and while people might be thinking plenty of things. I don’t give a shit. I never slept with him, and I don’t plan on it. What people in this business need to do is worry about their own damn selves instead of worry about what I am doing with my time.

Chase might be stupid, but he knows what he is doing in the ring.  Too be honest with you stepping into the ring with him again gives me the opportunity to make him pay for all the shit he has been putting me though. I’ll tell ya Heather, if I would have known about all the shit I’d be going through by taking him on… I might have thought twice about it. However, a deal is a deal. No turning back now.”

“Are you ready for the other opponents in this match too?”

“Who Dynamite and Donovan?”

“Well of course.”

“Look, everyone in this match has had to earn their spot, so they are all great competitors. I don’t plan to take them lightly. So what if Donovan has money… that doesn’t matter to me. I can not be bought, no matter what Neville might think. I am not like everyone else. I can not be persuaded to do something. This match is everything to me. It’s a chance to not be taken lightly anymore. It’s my chance to show everyone that I am someone that they need to worry about. No amount of money can take this chance away from me. I have fucked up enough on my own, and I don’t plan on doing so again. Donovan might know what he is doing in the ring, but he will be facing me along with four others this week also. Everyone in this match has a lot to say… including Dynamite, though his words would never be heard.

I find it rather funny how people think just because someone can not speak… they can’t wrestle. The two have nothing to do with one another. I actually admire him for dealing with the shit he has to. I know what its like, so he’s not bad in my book. That does not change the fact that I have to face him in the ring again.”

“So you have it all figured out do you?”

“Heather… did I say that? I don’t have it all figured out. It’s going to be fucking hell. I am going into a brutal match, already injured, and now I have that to worry about too. This is going to be worse than anything I have had to deal with so far in IWF, but it will be worth it in the end. You see, win or lose… I plan to pick myself up after its all over and keep moving forward. Speaking of moving forward… Heather, let me call you back.. I have something I need to do real quick..”

“Alright Kay. Talk to you soon.”

Not responding I hung up the phone before laying here tapping my fingers on the ground. I knew what I wanted to do, but getting the nerve to do it was another thing all together. With a deep breath being took in I let it out as I dialed a number I knew by heart. With the first ring, I closed my eyes. As each ring came after that I felt myself fighting not to hang up, and to see things through no matter what happened. Upon hearing the machine pick up I released a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. I wasn’t going to have to face him… just the machine. This would be easy. Then it beeped. Damn it. I froze for a second.

“Ugh… Hey its Kay… wait, you probably knew that already. Damn it, what am I doing this for? Wait… I didn’t mean to… look, I just called to say good luck this week. I know you have it in you to get a win over him. After what happened last week…. hell, after everything… Thank you for being for me when I wasn’t there for you.”

I quickly hung up the phone before I could say anything else. My head fell to the ground and I groaned while thinking things over. This week was going to be hell… but no matter what, it seemed like it might just get worse here on in.