A Bitter Pill To Swallow Nov 20, 2020 9:53:19 GMT -5 “The RevolutiDaddy” Wesley, David Sanchez, and 7 more like this
Post by James Nightingale on Nov 20, 2020 9:53:19 GMT -5
James Nightingale stands upon his porch, slowly smoking a cigarette, whilst enjoying the cold Wyoming night’s breeze flow over him. He watches as the exhaled smoke quickly is swept away into the dark night. His phone vibrates; his attention is pulled from the smoke as he reaches inside his jacket pocket to retrieve it. He unlocks his phone to find a message from Thomas Gray; his lawyer.
James, have you seen this?
A "very important, successful wrestler" was hospitalized suddenly early Tuesday morning. More info when we get it!
A "very important, successful wrestler" was hospitalized suddenly early Tuesday morning. More info when we get it!
“I cannot believe she finally did it”, Nightingale thinks to himself, “All she needed was a little push”.
Nightingale’s face fills with a sinister smile, he begins to laugh hysterically to himself. He begins searching through social media and notices a post from Karlie Nash entitled “#PrayForLissie”. Nightingale types rapidly on his phone, whilst continuing to look happy at the poison he is sowing, what’s better than kicking an opponent when they are down?
He locks his phone and returns it to his pocket, taking another drag of his cigarette as he begins to reminisce about times gone by.
King City Hospital, England, 2014
Casey Rogers lays in a semi-conscious state in the resuscitation room of the hospitals’ Accident and Emergency Department. The smell of cheap vodka seeping out of her mouth with every breath she takes; a stomach full of paracetamol. Her drunk boyfriend, Matt, paces around like a caged animal, causing a sense of unrest amongst the staff as they work on the critically unwell patient.
In walks Charge Nurse James Harrison, an experienced nurse who’s years of practice had hardened him from these sort of cases. Once upon a time, he would have felt more empathy for patients like Casey, now he feels annoyance and frustration; such a waste of a young life, and a waste of the NHS’s time.
Matt’s lack of spatial awareness and intimidating nature immediately irritates James, who decides to lay down the law.
“You know the drill Matt, leave us to work on her”, says James, “Intimidating the girls isn’t going to achieve anything here”.
Matt immediately gets into James’s face, looking for a fight. James is unfazed, he has lived this routine before.
“Don’t tell me what to do fella”, demands Matt, “You’re gonna fix her up real good, or we are goin’ outside and I’m gonna show ya what a real man is, not one who does women’s work you fucking faggot!”
James stands his ground, he shakes his head as he smiles to himself, “You know what ‘fella’, I’m sick to the back teeth of the likes of yourself. You want to talk about a real man, trust me ‘fella’ I’ve seen more horrors than you can begin to think of. If anyone should have enough baggage to warrant taking a handful of pills… it’s me.”
Matt looks shocked that James is standing up for himself, he is lost for words. James continues, “I get sick and tired of girls like Casey constantly coming into my department in this state, pulling this shit time-and-time again, we patch them up, they have a psych assessment and they go on their merry way, just to repeat the process the next week and waste our time yet again…”
“JAMES, STOP!”, cries a colleague.
“No, I won’t”, replies James, “The whole bloody world carries pain, baggage, ghosts, but taking a handful of poison is the cowards way out. Living and fighting on; that’s the hard bit. Casey is doing all this for attention, or because she wants to get away from you, I believe it’s probably the latter.”
Matt swings at James, who easily dodges the drunken strike, and he takes him down to the floor, holding him face down until security arrives to drag Matt out of the department. As Matt is removed, James turns his head to his colleague, who looks on at him in disgust.
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, JAMES?”, she asks, “YOU TOTALLY CAUSED THAT!”
“Forget about it”, James replies, “I’m just sick of this shit, I need to go grab some fresh air.”
James leaves the department; his colleagues continue to work on Casey whilst still in a state of shock at the confrontation they had just witnessed.
After spending a while reminiscing; Nightingales’ phone vibrates once more and he again retrieves it out of his pocket, checking the same social media thread as before.
“Shut your mouth Nightingale”
“Maybe I should make you say Hi to Robbie for me.”
“Sounds like a challenge to me”, Nightingale again thinks to himself. He replies to the message then proceeds to ring Gravedigger to set up the match for Turmoil.
Little Adelaide Ainsworth…
The plucky, foul-mouthed sidekick of the fallen former Action Wrestling World Champion.
Your courage and dedication to someone who tried to tear you limb-for-limb at XIII is, admirable…
…but it, unfortunately, will prove to be a fateful mistake, yet another in a long list of mistakes which form your life.
I am a man who speaks the truth, Adelaide. There are too many people in this world who say what people want to hear, but I am not one of them, and I am often vilified for speaking such truths.
As-well-as speaking the truth, I am also a man of my word. In the build-up to my First Round Turmoil match against Lissie Hope, I stated that you were better than she was, that she was leeching off of you; I still stand by this claim, and I do believe you were the shining star in The Swallowing.
If you could have both checked your egos in place and stayed together, this would eventually have also become clear to the rest of this simple-minded world.
But the once-great team came crashing down to earth with an almighty thud, and what was once appeared to be an unbreakable bond has now been smashed into a thousand pieces.
Your career, to that point, was like that of a diamond, buried deep underground. It takes billions of years to form a beautiful diamond, but in time a hidden beauty is unearthed. Your rise to prominence shared a similar path to that of a diamond; you were being formed into the star that you could have been whilst under The Swallowing name, under the heat and pressure of being in a top team, having the protection of a partner to help aid you.
The end of The Swallowing meant you were ‘unearthed’ too soon, not yet ready to be the star your potential once suggested you may be…
…losing to Lissie at XIII has shown you are not ready.
And now you are free of her, you have shown how weak you truly are.
Now is YOUR TIME to shine, your time to plant your own flag in this business, just as Lissie has done before you.
But instead of you doing that…
…you are again immediately drawn back to Lissie’s side by trying to fight her battles for her.
LISSIE DOESN’T WANT OR NEED YOU IN HER LIFE!!!
How hard is that to get into your thick skull? Your like a dog whose owner doesn’t want it anymore, who scolds the dog and shoos them away, yet they are too stupid and too blind to see the truth that lays before them…
...that they are unwanted and unloved.
How does it make you feel that Lissie rather shove a handful of pills into her mouth and kill herself than ask you for help? It shows how little you mean to her.
And now you look to begin your path to redemption by goading The Angel of Death into a fight…
…HOW STUPID ARE YOU!?!?
The amount of disrespect I continue to receive from this roster is bewildering. Nightingale appears to be the butt of all jokes… that is until they step into the ring with me when I change their careers forever.
Malachi White underestimated me…
…he regretted it and his career was soon finished.
Sam Kidsgrove underestimated me…
…I ruined his life, embarrassed him at Evolution and left both his girlfriend and sister-in-law in a coma.
Walter underestimated me…
…I unleashed a three-month war upon him, a war which changed him forever, stripping away his god-like status and making him a mere mortal, resulting in him losing his World Title and the chance of winning Wrestler of the Year.
Not one individual on this roster scares me Adelaide; I imagine you instantly regretted your empty threats when I challenged you to this match. A scared man would have hidden behind his keyboard…
…I WILL GLADLY BREAK MINE OVER YOUR HEAD!
Turmoil was going to be a busy night for The Angel of Death for other reasons; you’ll all see what I have planned, but what better way to prepare myself for the next phase of my plan than a warm-up…
…and the clean sweep of The Swallowing.
What is your play here, James?
Nightingale sits in the conference room of AOD, INC, in the presence of both Adrian and Thomas Gray. They are joined by David Sanchez via a video call. Nightingale frowns at the questioning posed to him by his fellow Lost Breed partner.
This war on The Swallowing, this was not a part of our plan.
No, it was not.
So why do you continue to pursue it?
The plan remains the same David, we remain on track for Turmoil. This war, this is just some fun, a mere warm-up for the battle ahead. Trust my judgement brother, it hasn’t let us down yet.
That is very true, do not get sloppy, now is not the time to be making mistakes, not when we are this close to beginning the next phase of our plan.
Nightingale lights a cigarette.
I don’t do sloppy, I do my due diligence with everything. Speaking of which, did you manage to secure the documents I requested?
It wasn’t easy James, but through my mole in the Chicago branch of the FBI, yes, I got the documents. I will send them over to you now.
Nightingale opens his tablet and checks his emails; the document arrives.
Excellent work David.
Nightingale closes his tablet and takes another drag of his cigarette.
Thomas, give us an update on the product.
Certainly Sir, Mr Sanchez, we have had another successful batch of the product created; it has passed all quality controls. It worked as expected gentleman, I believe it is now ready for shipment.
Good work, Thomas. Adrian, your up…
Thanks boss, the boys are ready to make the delivery. Mr Sanchez has made sure that law enforcement will turn a blind eye to our trucks. We should be able to make the delivery of our product without any hiccups.
I’ve already instructed the Chief of Police on how he will proceed with this, MS-13 will incur zero resistance from the police department.
Nightingale reaches for his ashtray, flicking off the excess ash from his cigarette before sitting back in his chair, a gleeful expression on his face as he inhales another intake of his cigarette.
I’m glad we were able to get this arranged so easily gentleman. I trust you all to perform the next phase of this plan without failure as we continue on our Eradication Campaign.
Nightingale signifies Adrian and Thomas to the door; they both nod and proceed to leave the room. Michael Brookes opens the door from the outside to aid their exit from the meeting.
David, stay on the line for a minute.
Nightingale gestures at Michael to enter the room.
Michael, I have a small job for you.
Yes boss? What do you need?
Tomorrow I want you to go to town and find a bunch of black roses. After you have located some, have them sent to the Mercy Hospital in Miami to one Lissie Hope.
What if I cannot find black roses?
WELL, THEN YOU KEEP GOING TO DIFFERENT SHOPS UNTIL YOU FIND THEM!
Apologies boss, I’ll sort it.
Good, thank you. You can leave now.
Brookes scurries away quickly whilst Nightingale and David Sanchez continue to talk business.
That document made some interesting reading Adelaide. Such a storied life you have lived. Your life is filled with so much pain and sorrow, so many bad choices and mistakes. You’re a fighter; I’ll give you that. If most people walked your path, they would have gone the Lissie route and swallowed a mouthful of pills.
But despite walking the road you have…
…your life remains riddled with weakness…
You birthed a little girl at the young age of sixteen; such a massive responsibility for a child to endure. In my experience teen pregnancy goes one of two ways. Either; it makes a girl into a woman, strong and independent, willing to sacrifice their immediate future to raise their own flesh and blood...
...or, like yourself, they fail and shun their responsibilities. I know some may say that’s rich coming from me. But I let my children with their mother, who is stronger than you’ll ever be. You left Neveah with a trainwreck. You were grown up enough to part your legs…
...but too weak to live with the consequences of your actions. You will face similar consequences for your actions at Turmoil. Your mouth has written cheques that you cannot cash, and I am going to make you choke on your own words.
I could easily pay Neveah a visit; similarly how I did to Walter’s daughter. I could cave in your mothers skull just like I did to Etta Bennett, but something tells me you cannot face being responsible for yet more deaths; you’re barely holding it together knowing your actions were responsible for Robbie’s murder, I need you fit enough to face me in the ring and not on a ventilator next to Lissie Hope.
Every choice and decision we make in our lives Adelaide, it has consequences. I have owned every choice and decision I’ve ever made; I can handle the consequences.
Can you look at yourself in the mirror knowing that all those years ago when you worked the poles in Vegas, when you girated on the lap of the nephew of one of the most powerful mob bosses around, that here is where it all goes wrong…
…here is when Robbie Hope’s fate was sealed.
Before he even knew you, his fate was sealed. He was destined to be brutally murder due to your incompetence, due to your weakness.
If you’d just been Neveah’s mother, you would have avoided all this pain and heartbreak…
...your love would still be alive…
...and Lissie Hope wouldn’t be fighting for her life in an ICU in a Miami Hospital.
A woman scorned Adelaide, is one of the most dangerous creatures that inhibits this world. You were playing with fire with Jackie Bigliani, and as a result, incurred Gina’s wrath. The joy she must have experienced as her hired muscle pummeled poor Robbie into a pool of his own blood and urine on the streets of Las Vegas.
What do you expect when you play with fire? You brought this upon yourself, on Robbie, and now Lissie.
You were able to gain some vengeance; these photos show me your handywork. Doing the Feds jobs for them and cleaning house. You again showed more weakness; you were given a ‘Get out of jail free’ card and a gun untraceable to yourself to gain your vengeance, yet you only claimed six out of the seven scalps required to complete the set.
You lack killer instinct when it counts; sparing one because his daughter has cancer? That lack of killer instinct will find you in harm's way come Turmoil. I will not give you a free pass; if you hesitate against me, I’ll put you down and trust me…
...I won’t give you an opportunity to make up for your lack of killer instinct.
You have so many skeletons in your closet Adelaide, so much death and suffering caused by your poor decision making; you even aided the two feds handling you in the murder of another agent…
...but you couldn’t do the deed yourself; you had to be saved by them…
...no killer instinct.
If I wanted I could leak these documents, save myself the trouble for Turmoil. You’d be behind bars for life; I doubt you’d ever be eligible for parole.
Neveah would be out of your grasp; maybe I’d pay her that overdue visit.
Lissie may recover; her pain might lessen slightly knowing you’d be behind bars, paying for your previous sins…
...but Robbie would still be dead, he’s gone forever…
...because of you, Adelaide.
I’m looking forward to the contest between the two of us. I look forward to again showing this damned roster why continuing to underestimate The Angel of Death is a grave mistake they will all individually make.
Turmoil is a big night for The Lost Breed: five members, five matches, five victories, three titles won.
We will continue to show the roster why we are the most dominant faction here, to achieve this Adelaide, I must lay your body down on the growing pile left as a result of my Eradication Campaign.
The social media feed was titled ‘#PrayForLissie’; it was relevant at the time. Little did Lissie know when she made her selfish decision to end her own life that she ultimately was harbinging the end of Adelaide’s too.
Adelaide has dodged bullets all of her adult life; deflecting them at times, with little regard to where the bullet might ricochet to or whom it ricocheted into.
One of these bullets ricocheted into Robbie; it cost him his life.
The next bullet ricocheted into Lissie, it broke her to the extent that suicide was her only escsape.
The final bullet…
...I’ll redirect it towards you Adelaide; you’ll end Turmoil motionless in the ring.