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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2017 20:22:29 GMT -5
5.0 // FOOTSTEPS SCRIPPS-MERCY HOSPITAL // SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA // JULY 26TH, 2017
Finn’s eyes were glued to his phone. He’d already watched it what seemed like fourteen-billion times, but for some reason, he couldn’t tear himself away. With his headphones firmly planted within his ears, he watched each step of the Bloody Massacre match playing in dual sound. No expression crossed his face as he watched Elena tie barbed-wire around his wife’s face and choked her with it, or when Aaron dropped to her knees as she tried to prove she wasn’t going down without a fight.
His face, however, became contorted with muted fury as he watched Kei appear.
Fuckin’ snake.
He watched the rest of the match, Elena dropping Aaron, Kei attacking both of them. He rewound it and watched it again.
“Watching it again isn’t going to change anything, Finniekins.”
Finn swiped at the cord of his headphones. The vicious, yet overbearingly cute Alexandra Kelly had somehow evaded his senses and sat down right next to him with a smirk on her face. She took his phone from him then, and set then next to her on the sofa.
“Einstein said something about insanity being the repetition of the same thing and expecting a different result.” She continued. “And I know you’re not quite as loony as the rest of us, so I know you know nothing is going to change.”
“I just . . .”
“You just . . . what? Wish you’d come down there?” The Pixie plunked Finn with a slap to the back of his head. “Wishing isn’t going to change anything either, Finn.” She lifted a hand, pointing her finger to where Aaron laid, ventilator and all strapped up to her face. “You know your wife. We all do. She’s not going to let a crowbar to her head drag her down, and you . . .” she pinched his earlobe between her fingers, “are not going to just sit here and mope.”
A scuffle ensued with Finn trying to escape Pixie’s ironclad hold on his ear. He pushed at her face with a hand, but it didn’t quite matter as he was drug to the floor with an armbar, Pix digging her knee into his back with a vengeance, but smiling still regardless. Her voice was mocking when she spoke next.
“You’re off. Usually, you block that one.”
Finn spoke into the floor, his nose buried in it as Pix pushed on his head. “Lot goin’ on, Pix.”
“Have you even looked at your next match?”
“Does it look like I’ve looked at much of anything else?”
“Nope!” She grinned, sitting back and letting him up to his feet. “I took the liberty of doing it for you, lazy ass. You’ve got the ever-precocious, and completely present . . . Rowan Blackwood.”
“Fucking great.” Finn groaned, making his way over to where his wife lay unconscious.
“She’s undefeated, no?”
“You’ve got it right.”
“. . . and?”
Finn didn’t bother to look back at Pixie, knowing she’d perched herself on the arm of the couch. Instead, he took his fingers and brushed them through Aaron’s hair, smoothing it back from her face. There was probably more he could have done to stop this, and he knew it. Yet he didn’t, and there was no escaping that.
“My give-a-shitter is off. She’s fast and agile. For such a little person, she’s a force of power. What she lacks in her hits and submission skills, general match focus, she makes up for in intelligence and is like a fuckin’ zombie.” He stated. “She’s never tapped, or been pinned. I’m being fed to So-Cal’s Golden Girl in an attempt to break my spirit. Sad thing is that it's already been done."
Pixie frowned. But she listened regardless.
“It’s a sick attempt that So-Cal is doing to make me seem like the villain. Rowan was missing for twenty-three days, and Zander found her, and then he risked his life for her championship. But “Zowan” doesn’t exist without the other. Aaron and I don’t have that relationship, and why? Because not every relationship is built on needing to suck the emotion out of each other like a sappy fuckin’ Disney movie. What happens when Zander doesn’t appear during her matches? She’s going to worry. For a woman who lacks composure, she may do whatever she has to for a win, but funnily enough, I can keep my eyes on the prize. I may not have won, but World War proved that I have the ability to focus on my match without hesitance, that I can hang with the champ and make sure my voice is heard. She may not be defeated, but I'm not going down without a fight."
Finn turned his head and looked behind him. Despite his circumstances, there was still determination in his eyes.
"They forgot that you can't break what's already broken. But you can break a win streak, can't ya?"
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