"BREATHE, part three" -- UltraViolent TLC III
Jul 23, 2017 13:16:06 GMT -5
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"BREATHE"
Chapter Three
He stumbled backstage.
Crosslin had reported for Aslyum like he always did, despite his life being torn apart. Luckily, Cortez wasn't forcing him to compete, though as he stood in the back doing absolutely nothing, he sort of wished he had.
Especially as he watch Finn on the monitor, out there, still pretending as if nothing had even happened. He hadn't dared approach Reece backstage, which was smart. But still, regressing to petty twitter arguments, spoke volumes of his character. Crosslin didn't believe he was sorry, didn't believe he had nothing to do with it. As he sat there, his thoughts only continued to multiple, until he simply couldn't take it any longer.
Finn Whelan deserved to be in that hospital bed, not Samantha. Maybe he'd put Whelan there anyway.
He went for it, rushing down to the ring with nothing but red in his eyes. He was down to ringside before Whelan even had time to notice him, as Crosslin grabbed a hold of his legs. All you could see was Finn's facial expression as he fell, hitting the apron below with his face. As fast as lightning, Reece had already brought him to his feet, throwing him into the barricade before quickly following up with a cannonball. Finn tries to get up, tries to fight back with a round of punches, but Crosslin reverses it, sending Whelan right into the steel post.
In truth, he didn't even remember doing it. Running to the ring, fighting, and well, manhandling Finn Whelan. At least there was a short preview of what a match between them might look like.
It was Cortez's voice that pulled him out of his trance. He was suddenly in the middle of the Complex, looking down at Whelan holding his shoulder as Cortez told the pair of them they'd meet at So-Cal World War. He could have stayed, could have continued his onslaught, but he chose not to. He'd had enough, and rightfully so, he wasn't exactly sure what he had done.
He put his hands upon his head, walking down the halls, as all memories began to come back to him. There were many people within the arena tonight that wouldn't blame him for such a thing, but Reece knew it wasn't him. Disappointed in himself, he made it to his locker room with the prevalent feeling of wanting to get the hell out of this place before anything else happened. It was here that a slight ding could be heard from inside his bag. He quickly took out his phone, still headed for the door. It was filled with messages, and a voicemail.
"Hi Reece, this is Dr. Cartwright calling from Sharps Memorial Hospital. Samantha has been doing very well, and the baby is responding magnificently. We no longer need to keep her in a medically-induced coma. She should be awake in a matter of hours. Get to the hospital when you can."
He had been here for hours, sitting in the same exact chair he had always sat in, directly beside her bed. The tick of her heartbeat upon the monitor had almost become soothing during his time here. It meant that she was alive, that the baby was alive. But now they said that she'd be waking up, and he was overcome with every type of emotion.
Of them, was relief and regret. Relief that he seemed to be on his way out of the entire situation. He'd be able to go home with the woman he loved. On the other hand, was sheer regret. Without realizing what he was doing, he had attacked Finn Whelan.
Broken the promise he made to Sam when he regained the UltraViolent Championship. He was only glad that things hadn't gotten further, and actually thankful to Cortez for making that match. It was the only thing that stopped him from continuing on. Who knows how long it would have lasted for. All these thoughts ran through his mind as he sat there beside her bed. The time seemed to tick by, painstakingly slow, and there was nothing he could do but wait.
Well, that wasn't entirely true. He knew that, and so, he took out his phone, flipping the camera to himself.
BREATHE, Reece. BREATHE. BREATHE.
"Hey So-Cal...it's Reece.
I know, weird, I'm actually talking to you right now. We competitors don't really do that anymore, do we? Actually TALK to our fans. We should do that a little more often, because I don't know a better way to connect with my fans. To connect with So-Cal. It's you, the people, that I owe this, too.
As you know, I've been rather silent lately, and that's the first thing I'm sorry for. For keeping my fans in the dark. After Asylum XI when Kei pushed Sam through that table, Samantha was put into a medically-induced coma, and she's been here ever since. I couldn't react properly, I didn't really know what to do. It's really been the hardest month of my life without her here.
But still, it doesn't excuse my actions, so the second thing I've sorry for is the way I've treated Finn Whelan. I know, deep down, that it wasn't your fault. It was Kei, and he'll get what's coming to him. But you were there, you were his mentor and I guess...I needed someone to blame. You were right, I should have never let Sam come down to the ring to begin with. So-Cal is a dangerous place. I take full responsibility for what's happened, and I apologize for dragging your name through the mud, as well as attacking you in your match at Asylum XII. I was so...angry. That wasn't fair.
But I'm going to make it up to you the only way I can - BEING fair. I'm giving you a fair fight at So-Cal World War. I'm giving my ALL. This belt, this place, it means the world to me. I've carried it on my shoulders and I'm going to show you exactly what that's like. I've been in TLC matches before, this match is going to take us to the brink, but I'm READY for it. I've always been ready for it.
I only ask that you show up at your best. Let's REALLY give So-Cal the best match they've ever seen!"
He nodded, trying his hardest to smile as he hit the "END" button.
"I'm...proud of you."
At some point Samantha had opened her eyes, slowly, just in time to see Reece's speech. He turned to her, she was smiling brightly, though quickly becoming confused. It didn't matter, she knew Reece was there, and he'd protect her. He came to tears, hugging her close. The awakening had sent a buzzer off, signaling the Doctor was needed. A second later, Dr. Cartwright arrived.
"Good morning Samantha, you are looking well. A lot has happened, so I want you to take things slow. You'll need some physical therapy, but don't worry, Reece and I will fill you in on everything."
He picked up her chart, attached to her bedside, flipping through it with a smile.
"By the way...it's a boy."