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Date Posted：02/26/2016 00:41 AMCopy HTML
”Hey Doc, how are you doing today?”
”Yeah I hear that, so I’m guessing you’re calling about the results? Where am I sitting at, just give it to me straight right now.”
”So I cleared the concussion testing? That’s great news, glad to hear that. What about my shoulder? It’s still a bit stiff, but I have some motion-”
”Oh wow, really? That’s…”
”Yeah, okay Doc. Thanks for the heads up, were you able to fax those documents over to the main office? Okay, great. Thanks again, I’ll see you next week.”
Thursday, January 21st, 2016
Mays Landing, New Jersey
Bryan Williams’ Home
It was a quiet night, the wee hours of the morning stretching throughout the night. Most people at this time would be sleeping, normal hours require that sort of thing. Bryan wasn’t a normal person, his job was to hurt people. Inside of a ring, performing for thousands of fans at a time, he would meet with one foe or multiple. It was there that Bryan would engage in battle with this person, an odd sort of art.
Hurting people for money was certainly an interesting way to make a living, then again Bryan liked to consider himself an interesting person.
Bryan Williams had spent the better part of 2015 under the Boardwalk Wrestling banner, it was a great year for somebody who had spent three years away from this business. He captured tag gold, and had fluent success as a singles competitor. The end of the year sought a revenge match for Bryan, a chance to get his hands on Amber Ryan. He would exact revenge on a tortured soul, somebody who had decided to make Bryan’s life a living hell.
Unfortunately for Bryan, things would not go his way. He tried his best, he bled, she bled. It was carnage in the ring, but despite his best efforts Amber Ryan would just not lay down. She would keep fighting, that night belonged to her. Bryan Williams would fall, his face crushed with steel and glass. A combination of brutality keeping him down for the three seconds she needed to escape with victory. His ego was bruised, and his body was broken.
It was a dark time for Bryan, the weight of his crushing defeat bringing him down with every breath. Knowing that he had failed in his challenge didn’t help matters, he was made to look like a fool. His recently captured Anarchy title was taken from his as well, it seemed that Bryan was stripped of everything that night.
His shoulder damaged as well, keeping him from action in Boardwalk Wrestling for the next few weeks. Safely snuggled in a sling, Bryan watched from the sidelines as nothing seemed to really change. Everything went on as normal, his ego (along with his shoulder) healed over time. He would finally be ready to step back into the ring.
Prove himself once again.
There Bryan sat, on his front porch of his somewhat new townhome. Bryan looked up at the night sky, gazing at the stars. His phone in his right hand, Bryan had made a few phone calls throughout the night. One to his personal physician, enquiring about the status of his shoulder. With his doctor out on the West Coast, the time frame was still not that odd to be making phone calls of that nature.
He was worried, unsure of his status to return to the ring. Being cleared meant he could get back into the mix, competition in Boardwalk Wrestling was at an all time high. Being left out meant that he would be left behind, Bryan would have to make up for lost time.
Luckily for him, a match had been booked. Tuesday Night Live, the return of Bryan Williams to the ring. His bold statements a few weeks ago still ringing in his ears, Bryan would see to the challenge of a former foe. Something still lingered though, Bryan couldn’t sleep. Standing back up, Bryan tried his best to open and close his front door, as not to disturb Psyche from sleeping. Hearing the lock click, Bryan turned around and looked towards the hallway.
There she was.
”What are you doing up?”
He had thought he was quiet enough, apparently not. Bryan cursed under his breath, for waking her up.
”I could ask you the same thing…”
She stared at him from the hallway, darkness behind her. If this were a horror movie, she’d have been pulled right into the darkness and never seen again. But it wasn’t. This was real life. And she was not pleased. Her arms were crossed over her chest, teeth clenching and unclenching.
”I was uh, calling my doctor about my shoulder. Dude flew out to Cali after my exam, was just wondering how my shoulder was looking.”
She nodded, walking away from the hallway, stepping a bit closer to him, but still keeping her distance.
”I wonder, Bryan… have you noticed anything? Anything at all?”
His mind raced, searching for an answer. Bryan walked down the hallway towards the kitchen, flipping on the light he searched for a glass while he answered.
”Noticed what? Like the last few weeks have been pretty shitty?”
”No. I’m more referring to around the time when you got in to my mums when we were in England?”
She walked to the entrance of the kitchen, standing there, still staring. Bryan shook his head, pouring water into the glass.
”No, I haven’t…”
”Really. You haven’t noticed I haven’t said a bloody word to you since we got home?”
Bryan sighed, taking a sip of the water in his hand. He placed the glass down on the counter, leaning back.
”I just thought you were grieving, you needed your space. I know things haven’t been great lately, I’ve just been trying not to get in the way.”
Psyche threw her hands up in the air. She dropped them down, her hands hitting her bare thighs with a small slapping sound.
”Are you fucking daft, Bryan. Are you that fucking daft that you can’t even think of a reason for me to be angry?”
”Yeah, you’re angry about that thing I got into over in London.”
She laughed in a mocking tone.
”Oh yeah… that thing you got into, right? As if it was fucking nothing.”
She laughed again, this time with more anger in it.
”Well, it certainly seems to be bugging you. Are you mad that I left for a little while?”
Bryan looked on, preparing for the storm that was headed his way. Psyche put her fingers on her temple for the moment, closing her eyes.
”Am I mad that you left… I can’t… Are you fucking joking me?”
She dropped her hands again, opening her eyes.
”You came into my parents fucking house, bloodied and bruised. The house where my fucking mother sat in, grieving. And you think that’s fucking okay?”
Bryan stood there, quietly. He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly thought otherwise.
”I-uh, I don’t know what to tell you, Psyche. I’m sorry that this has happened, I’m sorry that your Father is gone. You were with your Mother, I had nobody to go to. I needed to blow off some steam, I don’t know what else to say…”
”Why, Bryan? Did Perry fucking die too? Did your dad fucking die and so you needed to find a way to get over it? Sorry, mate. I didn’t know.”
She clenched her teeth again, glaring at him. Her eyes glazed over.
”I had to sit there and fucking lie to my mother about what happened. I had to make up a fucking story as to why you were hurt. I had to tell her that you fell. I HAD TO LIE TO MY FUCKING MOTHER, BRYAN!”
Angry tears fell down her cheeks as she yelled at him.
”I’m sorry, Psyche. Do you think this has been easy for me? These last few weeks? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, things haven’t been peachy-keen with me either.”
”No. I haven’t bloody noticed. How can I see that? You haven’t told me anything. Because you were respecting my space. And that’s great and all, but all I see is you get in the ring and deal with your shit. I can’t do that. I can’t get in a ring and just deal with my dad’s death like that.”
She angrily wiped at her eyes.
”How do you think that makes me feel? How the fuck do you think I feel when my boyfriend wants to go out and get bloodied up. You could have stayed in. You could have done anything else. But you chose that! How fucking selfish could you be to do that?”
Disheartened, Bryan throws his hands up into the air. He cringes, rolling his left shoulder a bit.
”Fuck, I mean...we come back from your home and you get distant. Christmas and New Years I barely saw you, then I get my ass handed to me in the ring. You’re hardly around, you leave to London without so much as a “goodbye”. What do you want me to do? I can’t just sit around on my hands, we were leaving that night and I was alone. These last few weeks have been terrible, and when Cyrus got involved and you were gone that whole night…”
Bryan shakes his head, he turns and puts a fist through the cabinet door in front of him.
”Oh look at that. Always with the fucking dramatics.”
She moves closer to him, not only a couple feet away. She was inspecting his hand without letting him know.
”I left because I found out my dad was in the hospital. I’m sorry that that scared me. I’m sorry that I had to go see him. If I hadn’t gone, I wouldn’t have seen him before he passed. And you have no idea how that would feel, Bryan. No fucking idea. And that night that I left… I got the call right before my match. I had no time to process it. I can’t say that I’m sorry that Cyrus was there. He was there at the right time and you were off doing whatever the fuck else. But you didn’t know. And I had to leave. So I did. What do you want from me? I’m not staying there after finding something like that out! I couldn’t stay.”
”I understand that, I really am. But put yourself in my shoes, we just come back from a great vacation and then you turn into a ghost. I’ve been by your side this whole time, and I will continue to do so. I’m sorry for bringing that into your home, I didn’t know what else to do. This is all that I’ve known lately, these last few weeks have been nothing but pain and punishment for me. I will continue to atone for my sins, but goddamnit I did not do any of that on purpose.”
Bryan flexes his hand, some slight bruising forming on his knuckles. He rolls his left shoulder again, discomfort appearing over his face.
”I was there, Bryan. I was there the whole time. You obviously just weren’t seeing me. I was there when you went to get checked out after your match with Amber. I was there after you got attacked all those times. I was there. But clearly you didn’t notice. You didn’t see me. You had so much on your mind that you think I wasn’t there for you. I was there.”
She frowned at him, watching his movements. She could tell he was in pain. But for right now, she had to get everything off of her chest. She wiped her cheeks again, taking away the wetness from them.
”I’m sorry, Psyche. If I was a better man this would have never had happened, but I’m not. I can’t take it back, I wish I could. I know this has been tough for you, I wish I could do a lot more. It’s not a great feeling, watching somebody you care about go through all of that. Knowing that you can’t do anything, I’m helpless right now. I’m sorry.”
She just stood there, staring at him. She couldn’t think of anything to say. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking in everything he said. So many feelings were going through her right now that she wasn’t sure what to do. She opened her eyes after a few moments, looking up at him.
”There’s nothing you can do to help me. I have to grieve on my own. And I hate that, but I can’t change it.”
She turned away from him for a moment. Bryan stood there, looking down. He nodded, looking back up towards Psyche with tears in his eyes.
”I guess I’ll just be here then, to do what I can when I can…”
She turned back around, looking at him. She could see the pain in his eyes. She walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She let out a breath as tears streamed down her face.
”I just wish he wasn’t gone...”
Putting his arms around her, pulling her closer, Bryan rested his head on hers.
”I know.” |
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