Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2017 21:45:39 GMT -5
5.1 // SAVE ME
The Colonel sat in the corner of her hospital room, his eyes focused on everything but his only daughter. The blue-haired Transglobal Spectacle sat in her hospital bed, awake, with her eyes focused on her phone as she streamed the latest Pay-Per-View out of Phoenix Wrestling. Finn would be fighting tonight, again, and it was important to watch. She always watched. Every match. Every venue. Every loss. Every win.
Her nose twitched as she lifted her right hand to scratch her nose. The attack on her at SCWW had left her with zero feeling in the entire left half of her body. The docs said she’d prob feel something eventually, but today wasn’t the day.
“Boy’s match on yet?”
“No. He’s Co-Main Eventing so it’ll be on later . . .” Aaron avoided eye contact as well, opting to keep her eyes on the small screen. “Why?”
“I’m just trying to figure out why he thinks it’s okay to leave you here.”
Aaron’s lips curled up in a small smile. “No one gets our relationship. It’s okay.” She shrugged slightly, leaning back into her fluffed pillows. “I’ve got a question for you, Pops, and you can answer honestly. You watch the So-Cal stuff, don’t you?”
“Yeah. Watched as that asshole lobbed your head almost off your shoulders and your husband did nothing.”
“Yeah. That happened.” Another shrug. “But here’s the thing . . . shitheads like Rowan Blackwood and other people involved in So-Cal don’t seem to understand that people have lives outside of their relationships. Honestly, Finn had every right not to come down there and save me. I know what I got myself into. I know what I was doing. And I knew I was a target. That's on me. But Finn and I are one-hundred-percent independent people. We understand that work comes before everything else, and it's pretty shitty of management to see the opportunity to throw the concept of love into a world of fighting and melee for the sale of tickets to a show. But let's look at it this concept too."
"Zander and Rowan are fucking insane." She continued. "Completely fucking, asininely insane. But Rowan is good at her job, right? Trans-Pacific Champion. Never been defeated. The same goddamn story that everyone else spins in the attempt to kick her down a notch, right? If she was so damn fabulous with whatever she does, and so quick like she looks on paper, then she should have been smart enough, quick enough, and defiant enough to not get kidnapped, am I right? She's touted as this big, fucking impossible threat, but she had to be talked through her match with Aliyah Turner by her man. She held her own against Tommy Knox, but let's face it -- Knox was outta here anyway. She's not a hundred percent, so there's no way in hell she's going to be moving as quick as possible. And on the intelligence factor . . . I'm sorry, but no. You can be bright all you want, but this time . . . she's going up someone just as intelligent, if not more focused."
"Finn doesn't have to worry about me right now. I'm protected. Mikey was here earlier, and he said he'd let Finn know that he was going to stick around on Tuesday to make sure I'm fine. No need for Finn to worry, especially since they're tagging now. His focus can and will be purely on that match. Finn may not be the fastest or the strongest, or the best at submissions, but what he has is focus and ingenuity. Skill. He loves this sport. He almost had the Ultraviolent Championship. He was nearly there. And he's not going to stop, no matter how disappointed in himself he is. I don't care what the Blackwoods, or anyone under the fucking So-Cal banner has to say. My husband is a determined fighter, and if he's fed to So-Cal's Undefeated, there's nowhere to go but up. There's never anywhere to go but up from where you're at. He'll bounce back, like we all know him to do."
"But everyone needs to understand this. He doesn't need to save me, Dad. Neither of us are so weak that we can't function without the other. We're not Blackwoods. We're O'Hanlons, and we don't go down without a fight."•••••
The sound of shattering glass echoed through the parking garage. In a heap, Kei Hideshima slumped against the door of a white Toyota Celica Supra, a red streak floating down behind his head. He winced, his lip split and a gash flowing down from a cut in his carotid. He started chuckling. The area around him was a disaster, broken glass and blood stains everywhere.
"There's the rage I've been hoping to see for days."
With his boots appearing first, Finn knelt down. His face was impassive. Emotionless.
"First Starling." He muttered, pulling out his phone, and dialing 911. "Then Blackwood. And when there's nothing left, it'll be you. You're gonna pay."
Kei grinned. "Saigo ni, Kyodai."