Post by Astrid Samson on Feb 20, 2020 10:47:53 GMT -8
It is no surprise that there was chaos going on when the scene opens up on one of the floors of UCLA Medical Center in Santa Monica, it is a hospital after all. In one of the rooms there was a wheeled bed with doctors around it containing none other than IPW Lady Icon, Astrid Samson. Astrid was admitted for observation after a brutal attack after her match at Chaos: Love Hurts the day prior and the doctors were checking to see her progress. In the corner of the room sat her husband, Joshua Samson, Esquire. The Executive Representative Extraordinaire nervously glanced out the window before glancing over at the huddle around his wife.
Samson: Fuck!
He muttered under his breath as he looked back to the window. Astrid doesn't look too pleased, arms folded across her as the doctors told her that she wouldn't be going home that day.
Astrid: Why? I told you I felt fine. My head doesn't hurt. My body merely aches... I want to go home.
Doctor 1: I'm sorry Mrs. Samson, but the results of one of the tests isn't where it is supposed to be. We're keeping you an extra 24 hours in the hopes that it will change tomorrow.
Astrid: FUCK! I just want to go home. I have cases I need to handle and I... Look, can't I sign a paper or something opting out of medical care?
Doctor 2: Afraid not. Once you're admitted you can't leave unless one of us clears you. And given your medical history, we are taking extra precautions in everything.
Astrid: So because people can't handle the truth and use me as a punching bag, I get punished with having to be in this hell hole? Dammit!
Running his open palm through his normally perfectly groomed hair, Joshua exhales, stands up and walks over the bed,
Samson: Excuse me, doctors. Let me have a private moment with my wife, please.
Doctor 1: Sure thing. She can just hit her call button if she needs anything further.
Astrid: What I need is a venti iced smoked butterscotch latte from Starbucks. I need caffeine!
Astrid's eyes narrow as the doctors leave the room. She then turns her attention back to her husband.
Astrid: Please tell me Cat is bringing some life force.
Joshua takes one of her hands into his as he looks down at Astrid.
Samson: I'm sure she is, Asti, but in the meantime, I'm going to need you to relax a bit. I know we thought you'd be getting out of here last night but keeping you another won't be a bad thing.
Astrid: I hope so because if I have to stay here, I'm going to need a coffee the size of my butt... or hers since it's bigger.
She flopped back in the bed and looked up at the ceiling.
Astrid: Why am I always the one that gets attacked?
Samson: I would love to say it's part of the business in the sport, but you and I both know I'd be lying, Gizzy. Honestly, every single attack since we've known each other on you has been directly or indirectly traced back to me.
Astrid: I’ve felt like to get to you people always use me. But they're usually too much of a coward to do it to my face. They always wait until my back is turned. But this one... the bitch was going to electrocute me! I could file kidnapping, false imprisonment and attempted murder charges if I really wanted to. Hell… I’m seriously thinking about it.
He half sat and half stood on the edge of the bed, still firmly holding her hand.
Samson: I don't know what in the hell has gotten into Munin?! She was always a bit on the looney side but for her to go to these measures to pull me back into a place I am so far removed from is straight-up crazy.
Astrid: She's got more issues that Stasi ever did. Hell... she makes Dastrid look like a calm little lamb.
She looks into her husband's eyes and squeezes his hand.
Astrid: This is all Brooklyn's fault.
Samson: I would say damn right it is but truthfully it's not…[/font]
Astrid: It is though. If she hadn't reared her ugly head, sticking her nose in where it didn't belong last year... IPW has gone to shit since her tyrannical reign has started. She has let in people like this Munin character and her little friends.
Samson: Brooklyn should definitely be held responsible for this atrocious act... but in the end it's all my fault. Munin is a part of my past that's reared its head. Hell, if I would have fought back after being hospitalized and reclaimed that dumb ass place as my own again, Brooklyn would never be in the position she is in to allow Munin to run rampant.
Astrid: To be fair, this one is crazier than the last time your past has come back to haunt us.
She reached up to gently caress his jawline.
Astrid: Maybe it's time for you to return and take back what is yours. She was only ever supposed to be a silent investor. But noooo... she had to cause shit to get worse for everyone. And with Munin being around it is a threat to everyone that is on the roster's livelihoods and jobs.
In thought, Joshua stroked his chin with his left head.
Samson: Minus the money that we still receive, there is nothing there for me, Asti. Nothing at all. Why do you think I have been wanting for you to retire?
He looks into her eyes.
Samson: As far as Munin, I don't know what her endgame is. She wants me to return but then what? None of it makes any sense.
Astrid: Well, then maybe it would be wise if... nah it won't work. We don't have enough allies to form something to go against her. I'll just have to do it myself I guess.
A small sigh escaped from her lips.
Astrid: Me and Daveena...
Samson: Or, you know, you could retire?
The look of his eyes were pleading, begging even.
Astrid: I wish it was that easy. But I can't let something I put a lot of money in just go to hell in a handbasket like that. Besides, you said that when I become a champion you'd let me get the Jaguar F-Type. And momma wants her Jag.
Samson: It doesn't matter what becomes of the place, Asti. As long as it's generating revenue we benefit from it. There is no need for us to be there. Look what being there has gotten us!
Astrid: Every time I've been attacked... I've gotten back up. I may be sick of being the proverbial punching bag of IPW, but I have goals I've got to accomplish before I retire. I've always gotten this close...
She holds her pointer finger and thumb close together.
Astrid: ...to becoming a champion and if I retire, it will be the second time I got right up to it and then it got taken away. Please... I need this. Just a little bit longer.
She looked beggingly into his eyes.
Astrid: You don't have to come back, not if you don't want to even if the likes of that bitter hag who failed at running her own joint is baiting you to. I'm just asking for a bit more time to accomplish that one last goal of mine.
Samson: It's not worth it. It's just not worth it. Do you think I want to be scared shitless hearing that you were possibly electrocuted? Do you think I want to have that image of my wife being tortured and beaten? Think about Cat and Hanna!
Astrid: I am thinking about them. You've always told me to go for my dreams... and this is one of them. I just don't want to be seen as a quitter. People like that whiny little bitch OB-GYN already think I'm nothing, that I'm nothing more than a wife and that's all I'll ever be to them... even if they can't get the year we got married right. I'm just asking for a little bit more time. Once I win it, that mission will be fulfilled and the moment I lose the title, I'll retire.
Tears begin to well up in those hypnotic blue eyes of hers.
Astrid: I want Hanna to see her big sister as a hero, as someone who has conquered the odds stacked against her and risen above. I don't want her to be ashamed of me.
She takes a few deep breaths, trying to regain her composure.
Astrid: I was scared shitless too, almost quite literally. But if I walk away now, she will have won. Munin will have won. Brooklyn will have won.
Samson: FUCK THEM! FUCK ALL OF THEM! I don't give a damn about them supposedly winning because in the end WE win, baby. There is nothing for you to prove to anyone. Nothing at all.
Tears began to well in his brown eyes as well. She could see that it was bothering him. And after the occurrences of last year (as well as the past attacks on Astrid) she knew he had the right to be upset.
Astrid: You know what, let's not talk about this right now. This isn't the time, nor is it the place. This should be a family talk and we're two people short of our family right now.
Catriona: Make that one.
Their wife Catriona walks in, a smile on her face and one of Astrid's reusable cups from Starbucks in her hand... as well as a bag from Chipotle.
Astrid: Cat you are a lifesaver!
She reaches out and gleefully takes the cup from Catriona before taking a long sip and savoring the iced latte inside.
Astrid: How much of that did you hear?
Catriona: When Josh was saying fuck them all.
She places the bag in his lap, balancing it on the bed, as she wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
Samson: I didn't actually whisper, huh?
Sniffling, he wipes his eyes with the backhand of his left hand before smiling up at Catriona.
Catriona: No sweetie... you didn't. Though, I cannae fathom you ever whispering when you're passionate about something.
She smiles as both of them.
Catriona: I take it she's having to stay another night?
The two nod their heads in unison.
Samson: And of course your wife isn't hearing any of it.
Astrid: You've known me for three years almost and you should know by now that I'm about as stubborn as they come.
Catriona: That's an understatement if I ever heard one.
A slight chuckle escapes from the Scottish lass' lips.
Samson: I think I might need some cognac and a good Cuban. Seriously doubt they have the cognac here but I can go outside and smoke.
Catriona: I may or may not have put some in a little container to sneak it in. I knew you'd be needing it as much as she needed that coffee she's drinking.
Astrid smiles as she sips through the straw. Joshua pulls Catriona down to give her a kiss.
Samson: Thank you, Scotti.
Catriona: Don't thank me. Twas little miss' idea to be honest. She brought it up as I took her to school today.
She pulls herself closer to him.
Samson: That's my Hanna Banana.
He stands up.
Samson: I'm going to go outside and smoke and make a few calls. I love you both.
Catriona: We love you too. Now get back before your Chipotle gets cold.
Astrid: Yeah, cause I'm surprised you didn't dive right into that. Oh don't forget to tell Gabe they're keeping me longer.
Nodding, Joshua walks out the door and into the hallways. Once he is far enough from the door, he pulls out his phone from his pocket and presses the screen.
Samson: This has got to end now.
Placing the phone to his ear, he speaks into it.
Samson: Get me in touch with Munin… NOW!
