Post by Joshua Samson, ESQ on Dec 10, 2018 19:29:46 GMT -8
The backstage area of the Barker Arena was extremely crowded as a frantic Joshua Samson, Esquire pushes his way through the sea of humanity.
Samson: Get the fuck out of the way!
Leaving all decorum behind him, the Owner Extraordinaire forcibly tosses an intern to the floor. Finally making to the center of the attention, Joshua pays witness to Lady Icon, and most importantly his wife, Astrid Sedin, laying on a gurney surrounded by medical staff. Anytime someone tries to examine Astrid’s leg, she screams at the top of her lungs.
Astrid: DON’T YOU TOUCH ME YOU FUC…. AHHHH!
The tears are streaming down her cheek, leaving a trail of black from her mascara.
Astrid: Those assholes broke my fuckin’ leg!
Joshua pushes the the paramedic directly in front of him to the floor before coming to stand near his wife.
Samson: Astrid! Astrid, I got here as soon as I got the word of what was going on! Are you sure they broke it?
Astrid: IT FUCKIN’ FEELS LIKE IT!
Shielding her face with her hands, Astrid’s sobs became more audible and slightly muffled because of the hands.
Astrid: This is is… I can tell. My career is over because of some lunatic!
Paramedic: Actually, sir, we won’t know if it’s broken or not until we get her to the hospital to run some X-rays.
Putting a comforting arm over Astrid’s shoulders, Joshua pulls her close to him before speaking to the EMT.
Samson: Give me a moment, will you?
He kisses the top of her head and squeezes her tighter.
Samson: You’re alright, baby. I don’t think it’s that bad.
Astrid: You say that… but you're not the one consumed with pain! And where the hell was that fat bitch Daveena!? She’s supposed to be around to prevent this!
Astrid looked into his eyes and felt slightly better. As she was occupied with Joshua, it allows the paramedics to examine the leg, Astrid only wincing as she digs her nails into Joshua’s arm.
Samson: Owwww! Gizzy, Gizzy, you’re going to draw blood!
Astrid: YOU HAVE A JACKET ON!
The tears continue to flow, further smearing her eyeshadow.
Samson: The jacket isn’t preventing that. Damn!
Paramedic: The leg doesn’t seem to be broken but again I can’t give you conclusive proof until we get those X-rays done.
Astrid: Are you coming with? Or do you have to stay? Because I think you need to have a talk with that bitch! And Stasi too… where the hell was she?
Samson: Of course I’m coming to the hospital too. Tap is here so anything that needs to be handled, he’s got it. I’ll have Stasi meet at the hospital as well. She’ll probably need to be examined as well after her attack by that punk ass Corey Lazarus.
Astrid: I don’t even remember what happened. I was just about to go back into your office after getting a drink from catering and when I came to… I was in the ring. I’m so confused and my leg is in so much pain.
Joshua took hold of her hand as she tried to tuck her hair so that it was out of her face.
Astrid: Oliver even ripped out a few of my tracks. Doesn’t he know how expensive they are?
The husband can’t help but chuckle at the wife.
Samson: Besides your hair issues, what in the hell were doing out of the office? If you wanted a drink...if you wanted anything...I told you to text me!
Astrid: I did text you and while I was waiting, I had to pee. So I went to the bathroom and stopped at catering to get a bottle of Pepsi on the way back. I waited like 10 minutes and you didn’t reply. But I couldn’t hold my pee anymore.
Samson: Damn it, woman!
Astrid: I HAD TO USE THE TOILET! What was I supposed to do… pee in the middle of your office?
Astrid tried to wipe the tears away and instead just smeared more black across her face. Joshua reaches into his suit jacket and produces a handkerchief to hand to her.
Samson: This isn’t about that. I’m sorry. This is about that little fucking punk Oliver Black. Trust me, baby, he’s going to regret this bullshit tonight.
Astrid: What is it about me that the sick twisted bitches of this company keep attacking? I get it… Oliver is probably jealous because I’ve always gotten the upper hand or beaten him except that one time a couple weeks ago. Is it because I’m the boss’ wife? I just want to be a competitor and yet… I keep getting taken out.
Samson: Well you did attack him first a few shows again but I fully understand how you feel. I can only think it’s professional jealousy.
Astrid: He deserved it. I had to show him he might’ve gotten the win but I still will be better than him in all senses of the imagination. He knows I’m coming for him and he can’t handle the fact I made him look like a bitch twice in a row.
She dabs her under eye with the handkerchief.
Astrid: You really need to check the mental stability of those you hire… like Judy Ballsack.
Samson: The same can be said of Astrid Samson.
He gives her a smile and a playful wink.
Astrid: We already know that bitch is crazy. She married you after all.
Astrid put on a slight smile.
Samson: Touche.
He gives her a peck on the lips.
Samson: Let’s get you to the hospital so we can get an official prognosis on you leg.
Astrid: Might want to get our stuff so people don’t try to take it. You know how money hungry some of these thirsty bitches are.
Samson: Don’t worry about any of that. I’ll make sure it gets secured.
Astrid: OK… let’s go then.
Fade.
"Iconic Queen" Astrid Sedin
Samson: Get the fuck out of the way!
Leaving all decorum behind him, the Owner Extraordinaire forcibly tosses an intern to the floor. Finally making to the center of the attention, Joshua pays witness to Lady Icon, and most importantly his wife, Astrid Sedin, laying on a gurney surrounded by medical staff. Anytime someone tries to examine Astrid’s leg, she screams at the top of her lungs.
Astrid: DON’T YOU TOUCH ME YOU FUC…. AHHHH!
The tears are streaming down her cheek, leaving a trail of black from her mascara.
Astrid: Those assholes broke my fuckin’ leg!
Joshua pushes the the paramedic directly in front of him to the floor before coming to stand near his wife.
Samson: Astrid! Astrid, I got here as soon as I got the word of what was going on! Are you sure they broke it?
Astrid: IT FUCKIN’ FEELS LIKE IT!
Shielding her face with her hands, Astrid’s sobs became more audible and slightly muffled because of the hands.
Astrid: This is is… I can tell. My career is over because of some lunatic!
Paramedic: Actually, sir, we won’t know if it’s broken or not until we get her to the hospital to run some X-rays.
Putting a comforting arm over Astrid’s shoulders, Joshua pulls her close to him before speaking to the EMT.
Samson: Give me a moment, will you?
He kisses the top of her head and squeezes her tighter.
Samson: You’re alright, baby. I don’t think it’s that bad.
Astrid: You say that… but you're not the one consumed with pain! And where the hell was that fat bitch Daveena!? She’s supposed to be around to prevent this!
Astrid looked into his eyes and felt slightly better. As she was occupied with Joshua, it allows the paramedics to examine the leg, Astrid only wincing as she digs her nails into Joshua’s arm.
Samson: Owwww! Gizzy, Gizzy, you’re going to draw blood!
Astrid: YOU HAVE A JACKET ON!
The tears continue to flow, further smearing her eyeshadow.
Samson: The jacket isn’t preventing that. Damn!
Paramedic: The leg doesn’t seem to be broken but again I can’t give you conclusive proof until we get those X-rays done.
Astrid: Are you coming with? Or do you have to stay? Because I think you need to have a talk with that bitch! And Stasi too… where the hell was she?
Samson: Of course I’m coming to the hospital too. Tap is here so anything that needs to be handled, he’s got it. I’ll have Stasi meet at the hospital as well. She’ll probably need to be examined as well after her attack by that punk ass Corey Lazarus.
Astrid: I don’t even remember what happened. I was just about to go back into your office after getting a drink from catering and when I came to… I was in the ring. I’m so confused and my leg is in so much pain.
Joshua took hold of her hand as she tried to tuck her hair so that it was out of her face.
Astrid: Oliver even ripped out a few of my tracks. Doesn’t he know how expensive they are?
The husband can’t help but chuckle at the wife.
Samson: Besides your hair issues, what in the hell were doing out of the office? If you wanted a drink...if you wanted anything...I told you to text me!
Astrid: I did text you and while I was waiting, I had to pee. So I went to the bathroom and stopped at catering to get a bottle of Pepsi on the way back. I waited like 10 minutes and you didn’t reply. But I couldn’t hold my pee anymore.
Samson: Damn it, woman!
Astrid: I HAD TO USE THE TOILET! What was I supposed to do… pee in the middle of your office?
Astrid tried to wipe the tears away and instead just smeared more black across her face. Joshua reaches into his suit jacket and produces a handkerchief to hand to her.
Samson: This isn’t about that. I’m sorry. This is about that little fucking punk Oliver Black. Trust me, baby, he’s going to regret this bullshit tonight.
Astrid: What is it about me that the sick twisted bitches of this company keep attacking? I get it… Oliver is probably jealous because I’ve always gotten the upper hand or beaten him except that one time a couple weeks ago. Is it because I’m the boss’ wife? I just want to be a competitor and yet… I keep getting taken out.
Samson: Well you did attack him first a few shows again but I fully understand how you feel. I can only think it’s professional jealousy.
Astrid: He deserved it. I had to show him he might’ve gotten the win but I still will be better than him in all senses of the imagination. He knows I’m coming for him and he can’t handle the fact I made him look like a bitch twice in a row.
She dabs her under eye with the handkerchief.
Astrid: You really need to check the mental stability of those you hire… like Judy Ballsack.
Samson: The same can be said of Astrid Samson.
He gives her a smile and a playful wink.
Astrid: We already know that bitch is crazy. She married you after all.
Astrid put on a slight smile.
Samson: Touche.
He gives her a peck on the lips.
Samson: Let’s get you to the hospital so we can get an official prognosis on you leg.
Astrid: Might want to get our stuff so people don’t try to take it. You know how money hungry some of these thirsty bitches are.
Samson: Don’t worry about any of that. I’ll make sure it gets secured.
Astrid: OK… let’s go then.
Fade.
"Iconic Queen" Astrid Sedin
