Post by Astrid Samson on Oct 2, 2018 15:00:08 GMT -8
The scene opens up in the emergency room of Cedars Sinai Medical Center in the Beverly Grove neighborhood of Los Angeles, California. In one of the rooms, Joshua Samson, Esquire sits in a chair against the wall, furiously typing on his phone as he waits for Astrid to get back from the latest round of testing. After the brutal post-match at the hands of Micheal Graves, Astrid was immediately whisked off to the hospital, not even given the chance to change so her wrestling gear sat in a bag on the floor at Joshua’s side. He only looks up when he hears the door open and the nurses wheel Astrid back in on her hospital bed.
Astrid Sedin: Well… I can tell you that they didn’t find my joke about picking the breed of cat used for the CATSCAN funny. It’s like they have no sense of humor.
After getting the bed back into place, the nurses leave the room. Astrid turns her head to look at her husband.
Astrid Sedin: Any news on what’s going on? And who’s getting our stuff? Try texting Daveena… I trust her.
Joshua slides his phone into his inside jacket pocket as he stands and walks over to stand beside his wife.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Don’t worry about our things, Asti. Everything is locked up in my office there. We can swing by and pick it up after we leave here or I can get them tomorrow at some point. How’re you feeling?
Astrid Sedin: Physically or emotionally because you’re going to have to be bit more specific. I’m pissed the fuck off and in pain. My head is pounding, my neck feels like it’s being pulled every which way and it hurts to breathe.
He gently rubs her forehead with his thumb while pushing some hair out of her face at the same time.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I swear to you, Astrid, this motherfucker Micheal Graves is going to pay big…BIG!
Astrid Sedin: Oh yeah… because at the next show I’m going to fuck over his chances at getting that title. He screwed me over so it’s only fair that I do the same to him. That and I’ve sent a text to Leo so he’s going to look into a few things.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Next show?! What are you talking about, woman? There is no way in the world I’m letting you anywhere near a goddamn ring anytime soon, Astrid.
Astrid Sedin: I’m going to be down there one way or another. And who’s to say that i’ll be the one doing it? I’m not going to let anyone deny me my revenge… my justice… not even you.
Astrid folds her arms across her chest and huffs a bit before wincing in pain.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: One way or another, huh? You be planning on having me murderer because you won’t be stepping anywhere near a Chaos broadcast for a long ass time. So you can huff and puff all you want because it’s not going to get you anywhere.
Astrid Sedin: Well you can’t keep me at home, doctor said regardless of what the CATSCAN and MRI show, I need supervision at all times. I fooled the silly trainer once before… I can do it again. And I know how to be careful. Besides, Micheal won’t know what hit him. But he deserves to have his bell rung.
Joshua begins to pace.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: There’ll be no fooling anyone anymore. I’ll have the final sign off on EVERYTHING that deals with you. And trust me, Graves is going to get his in all ways possible.
Astrid Sedin: What are you going to do… get in there and fight him yourself? You’re the one liable for any damages, well the company is, and I want to sue. So if you’re just going to give him a silly little fine and a slap on the wrist, it's not good enough. Because how does that benefit me.
The rage in her eyes can be seen.
Astrid Sedin: I think you need to start requiring that new hires have to go through psychiatric testing because that it two people now that aren’t of sound mind that think it’s OK to go BEYOND the boundaries of this business. And some bullshit apology made on Twitter… isn’t going to cut it.
He reaches into his jacket pocket to produce a cigar case. Opening it, he slides one out and pops it into his mouth.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: You don’t need to worry, Astrid. Justice is coming for sure.
Astrid Sedin: How? Tell me how because I might be in pain but I will drag myself out of this bed and hitchhike back to Santa Monica if I’m not happy with your plan. I honestly believe that he should be disqualified because the match was over. He could’ve killed me.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Like I said, I’ll handle it.
His pacing continues as he chews on the end of the unlit cigar.
Astrid Sedin: But how though?! I want to know how my mind is going to be put at ease because I’m the injured victim here! What he did is uncalled for and honestly, he should be sued as his own entity. You could wave your liability.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: GODDAMN IT, ASTRID, I SAID I WOULD HANDLE IT! FUCK!
With anger filled eyes, Joshua stops his pacing and stares at his wife.
Astrid Sedin: And I said that I want to know how! I’m looking at losing a month worth of competing… and I’m a part of two companies. That is a lot of money that I’m going to be out… especially with these pending medical bills. MRIs aren’t cheap!
Joshua Samson, Esquire: MOTHERFUCK! You just don’t shut the fuck up!
Giving her a long second glance, Joshua exhales heavily before turning to walk toward the closed door of the room.
Astrid Sedin: Good… leave then! Go back to the stupid show and leave me here. You know I have grounds to sue and I plan on going forward with it. Leo will find a loophole and I’ll either get money or revenge.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Whatever…
Not turning back to look at her, Joshua opens the door, walks through it, and slams the door behind him. The tears begin to well up in her eyes as she turns her head and just looks off to the side, waiting for the doctor to come in and tell her what she had an inkling of what was wrong with her.
Joshua Samson, Esquire
[/font][/div]Astrid Sedin: Well… I can tell you that they didn’t find my joke about picking the breed of cat used for the CATSCAN funny. It’s like they have no sense of humor.
After getting the bed back into place, the nurses leave the room. Astrid turns her head to look at her husband.
Astrid Sedin: Any news on what’s going on? And who’s getting our stuff? Try texting Daveena… I trust her.
Joshua slides his phone into his inside jacket pocket as he stands and walks over to stand beside his wife.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Don’t worry about our things, Asti. Everything is locked up in my office there. We can swing by and pick it up after we leave here or I can get them tomorrow at some point. How’re you feeling?
Astrid Sedin: Physically or emotionally because you’re going to have to be bit more specific. I’m pissed the fuck off and in pain. My head is pounding, my neck feels like it’s being pulled every which way and it hurts to breathe.
He gently rubs her forehead with his thumb while pushing some hair out of her face at the same time.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: I swear to you, Astrid, this motherfucker Micheal Graves is going to pay big…BIG!
Astrid Sedin: Oh yeah… because at the next show I’m going to fuck over his chances at getting that title. He screwed me over so it’s only fair that I do the same to him. That and I’ve sent a text to Leo so he’s going to look into a few things.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Next show?! What are you talking about, woman? There is no way in the world I’m letting you anywhere near a goddamn ring anytime soon, Astrid.
Astrid Sedin: I’m going to be down there one way or another. And who’s to say that i’ll be the one doing it? I’m not going to let anyone deny me my revenge… my justice… not even you.
Astrid folds her arms across her chest and huffs a bit before wincing in pain.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: One way or another, huh? You be planning on having me murderer because you won’t be stepping anywhere near a Chaos broadcast for a long ass time. So you can huff and puff all you want because it’s not going to get you anywhere.
Astrid Sedin: Well you can’t keep me at home, doctor said regardless of what the CATSCAN and MRI show, I need supervision at all times. I fooled the silly trainer once before… I can do it again. And I know how to be careful. Besides, Micheal won’t know what hit him. But he deserves to have his bell rung.
Joshua begins to pace.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: There’ll be no fooling anyone anymore. I’ll have the final sign off on EVERYTHING that deals with you. And trust me, Graves is going to get his in all ways possible.
Astrid Sedin: What are you going to do… get in there and fight him yourself? You’re the one liable for any damages, well the company is, and I want to sue. So if you’re just going to give him a silly little fine and a slap on the wrist, it's not good enough. Because how does that benefit me.
The rage in her eyes can be seen.
Astrid Sedin: I think you need to start requiring that new hires have to go through psychiatric testing because that it two people now that aren’t of sound mind that think it’s OK to go BEYOND the boundaries of this business. And some bullshit apology made on Twitter… isn’t going to cut it.
He reaches into his jacket pocket to produce a cigar case. Opening it, he slides one out and pops it into his mouth.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: You don’t need to worry, Astrid. Justice is coming for sure.
Astrid Sedin: How? Tell me how because I might be in pain but I will drag myself out of this bed and hitchhike back to Santa Monica if I’m not happy with your plan. I honestly believe that he should be disqualified because the match was over. He could’ve killed me.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Like I said, I’ll handle it.
His pacing continues as he chews on the end of the unlit cigar.
Astrid Sedin: But how though?! I want to know how my mind is going to be put at ease because I’m the injured victim here! What he did is uncalled for and honestly, he should be sued as his own entity. You could wave your liability.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: GODDAMN IT, ASTRID, I SAID I WOULD HANDLE IT! FUCK!
With anger filled eyes, Joshua stops his pacing and stares at his wife.
Astrid Sedin: And I said that I want to know how! I’m looking at losing a month worth of competing… and I’m a part of two companies. That is a lot of money that I’m going to be out… especially with these pending medical bills. MRIs aren’t cheap!
Joshua Samson, Esquire: MOTHERFUCK! You just don’t shut the fuck up!
Giving her a long second glance, Joshua exhales heavily before turning to walk toward the closed door of the room.
Astrid Sedin: Good… leave then! Go back to the stupid show and leave me here. You know I have grounds to sue and I plan on going forward with it. Leo will find a loophole and I’ll either get money or revenge.
Joshua Samson, Esquire: Whatever…
Not turning back to look at her, Joshua opens the door, walks through it, and slams the door behind him. The tears begin to well up in her eyes as she turns her head and just looks off to the side, waiting for the doctor to come in and tell her what she had an inkling of what was wrong with her.
Joshua Samson, Esquire
