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Date Posted：01/15/2016 05:16 AMCopy HTML
It all happened within a few seconds. Some people say that when something bad happens, time stops or slows. I know first hand that this isn’t the case. It’s not like in the movies when everything goes into slow motion and it’s as if there’s time to react to whatever is about to happen. There’s no slowing down. There’s no stopping time. It just happens like the snap of your fingers. That last millisecond is when things kind of hit you. When you say to yourself: “Fuck it. It’s happening.”
I was driving along the motorway to get myself back home from a convention. I was 22 and only just getting into the convention life. I had taken a week off from the wrestling I had been doing with my trainer to actually have some fun. The drive was a rather long one, but I was almost home. I was in the far right lane, as I usually enjoyed driving faster. Today, however, I had decided to go the proper limit. I was at a point on the road where there is no barrier between my direction and oncoming traffic. Just a patch of grass down the center.
A small lorry was in the lane to the left of me that I was passing. I had cleared about half of the lorry when I saw the front of a white car coming into my lane, perpendicular to my own vehicle. As with most days in England, there was light rain coming down, wetting the road. I slammed on my brakes, knowing that if I didn’t slow, I’d hit this car extremely hard. As I said earlier, time doesn’t slow in these situations. You don’t get those extra few seconds to try and stop yourself. The unfortunate thing was that my brakes locked, not letting me stop my car. I slid along the road with no way to avoid this other car. Had I taken my foot off the brakes to get my car to register what I wanted to do, I would have turned my car right into oncoming traffic. The other car was also heading the same way. I tried to steer my car to the right anyways, but it was too late.
The smash was the last thing I remembered. I remember it being loud and having a bit of a tinny ring to it. I was told after that at that point, my airbag had gone off, pushing me back against my seat. I was going fast enough that the force of the cars connecting knocked me out. I was told I was out for around 10 minutes. It may not seem long, but it was long enough. When I finally came to, I remember hearing sirens from the police cars on their way. I opened the door to my car, deciding that I should leave the car without knowing my own injuries. I was in pain, but I didn’t know where. I looked to the front of my car, where I expected another car to be. But there was no other car there. No little white car making a ‘T’ with my own. Confusion filled me as I looked around, trying to find the car. But there was nothing.
A man came racing towards me from behind. He put a hand on my back, looking at me, asking me if I was okay. All I did was ask where the other car was, over and over. He finally got a few words in between mine, saying that the person had driven off. Unfortunately, he didn’t get a license plate number. I couldn’t understand how this had happened. Even the lorry was gone, which had to have been part of the accident in some way.
The police had arrived, asking questions about what had happened. The gentleman that had come to check on me backed everything I explained to the officer up. I learned he was driving behind me when it happened. He called the police. He helped me. The ambulance came, rushing to check me out. I had a concussion and a lot of bruising already. I had also cracked a rib, but the shock stopped me from registering the pain there.
When I finally looked at my car, I was completely shocked. The whole front end was pushed right up, compressing the car quite a lot. I was honestly lucky it wasn’t any worse, really. My car was gone forever. That I knew. Things were a blur from there. I was asked questions, had to give a statement, was checked for any other injuries. It just kept going. My mother had come to pick me up after everything was done. The officer had told me that they didn’t know who the driver was, but they would try and sort it out for me. Later that night, the officer rang me and told me they found the driver. A woman just a bit older than me. She claimed someone else hit her car, which prompted her to cross the motorway, hitting me in the process. She said she panicked and drove away because she was scared. Had she just stayed, she wouldn’t have gotten charged. But she was stupid. Her front plate had fallen off at the scene, revealing it was her who was driving.
For a long time afterwards, I had to go through training to build my strength back up. I also had to heal my cracked rib. It was many steps down from what I had built myself up to, but I was determined to get myself back up to the best I could be. And I eventually did. But the accident changed me. I was a bit harder on myself, but also scared to get back on the motorway. I haven’t to this day. Driving doesn’t scare me… it’s the other drivers that scare me. This is the other reason why I would never drive in America. People here seem to drive much more frighteningly aggressive. So I avoid it at all costs. And there are costs for sure.
I have been in two accidents to this day, this one being the worst. My car failed me. My car failed to stop in time. I also failed myself by not paying more attention. But looking at it the other way, how could I have? The lorry beside me hid my view. The whole thing was just bad timing, really. There was nothing I could do. No slowing time. No magically avoiding impact. It all happened within seconds…
Friday, October 16th, 2015
11:30am
Psyche is in her hotel room. In the other room, Bryan and Natasha, Psyche’s friend, were chatting with one another. Psyche had locked herself in the bedroom area of the room, giving herself some time in the quiet to be on camera. She sat on the bed, legs crossed together. She smiled towards the camera.
“Everything happens for a reason. Everything. My last few matches here in Boardwalk haven’t gone my way. Its frustrating and can bring you down quite a bit. But as I’ve said before, I don’t dwell on these things. I don’t let these things bother me for longer than they need to. I am here to fight. I am here to entertain. That is the business I am in. And if that means I have to lose, then so be it. But I won’t lose forever. This week… This week I plan to change my fate.”
Psyche nods at the camera.
“My match this week has me partnered with Bryan Williams... my boyfriend. This week we get to prove just how in tune we can really be. In the short amount of time we’ve been together, we have been able to work together in many different ways. We understand each other. I can act as his rock during hard times and he can do the same for me when I need it. We have gotten to know each other on a mental level as well as a physical one. I know how his body works.”
She smirks, laughing quietly to herself.
“Mind you, that can be taken in many ways… but I am referring right now to how he works in the ring. I know his strengths and weaknesses. And I know how to play off of them. I started off my indy career in a tag team environment. I started off fighting with a partner so I could get used to how the game works. My strength was figuring out my own partner in order to amplify both of our strengths based on the others weaknesses. And it tended to work. My partner and I were dominant. While these matches were very much underground, I still pride myself in how I was able to work with another person in a match. I did, however, find that I had other strengths on my own. I just haven’t had a chance to show off those strengths yet. And hopefully soon I will. But for now… I get to work in a team.”
Psyche puts her hands together, crossing her fingers together. She thinks for a moment before speaking again.
“I looked at Amber’s background. You see, love… We sort of have a few things in common. You left home to join a carnival. I was raised by street performers. We were both put into a spotlight, in a way. Yours was just more flashy and bright. My parents raised me very different from other young girls. When I went to school, I was the weird kid. Even though my parents had begun to get real jobs and stopped being entertainers. They knew that they couldn’t provide for me with that lifestyle. But I was still odd to everyone. So I grew up fighting. It was the only way I could let out my frustrations over the other kids around me. Things are always rough for the weird child, you know? But you were like that too. You were a fighter. And from what I’ve seen of your past… it did you well. But I’m here to stop your reign. You may have been good at what you did back then… but you’re here now. And Bryan and I aren’t going to fall underneath you and Danny.”
She shook her head gently, biting her lip.
“Honestly… your titles mean nothing to me. I know nothing of your other opponents… They could have been the lowest of the low. So while I said your fighting may have done you well… I can’t really gauge who it was you did well against. I guess we’ll just have to find out how good you may or may not be. You and Danny may work well together… but on Tuesday night, Bryan and I will show you that we’re better. We will prove why Bryan is one half of the tag team champions. And we will prove that I am a force to be reckoned with. It may not have seemed that way in the past… but I have had some bad circumstances that I’ve dealt with. This week I’m completely focused on this match. I am going to prove who I really am. I am going to show everyone here exactly what I can do. And I’m going to show you that you’re just used up talent that no longer belongs.”
Another smirk.
“Just wait, Amber and Danny. Things change like the snap of a finger. You may think you’ll have the advantage one minute… and then ‘Snap!’… We’ll have you both wishing you never stepped foot in the ring with us. It only takes a second. And you won’t see it coming. You won’t see us coming. Good luck, though. I think you’ll both need it.”
She winked at the camera before she raised a remote, pressing a button to cut the camera off.
Friday, October 16th, 2015
5:06pm
Psyche’s friend Natasha was still visiting. She had planned on staying for 3 weeks. The girls had spent most of their time together. Natasha had made it to the shows Psyche was a part of as well. She enjoyed seeing the shows. It was interesting for her to try and understand how everything worked. She had never been into wrestling, but this visit allowed her interest to be filled. And she was enjoying it. At the show Psyche was part of on Sunday, she got to sit with Natasha, explaining how things worked during matches that she wasn’t in. It was like explaining it to a child that was so set on something. And her love for it grew. Psyche made a fan out of her friend.
A lot of other time was spent with Bryan, Psyche’s other half. They all got along quite well, which was nice. The three were going to go out for dinner, so Bryan had left the girls to get themselves all dolled up. As they worked on their faces, they had a bit of a chat.
Natasha: “Okay… Explain to me one more time how the tag team matches work?”
Psyche: “So you have two teams of two people each. We’ll leave it as two per team for simplicity sake. The match starts with one person from each team in the center of the ring. The others must be up on the mat, outside of the ring and in their own corner. When a partner wants to get out of the ring, they must tag their partner. If there is no contact, they can’t be tagged out, obviously. The team member on the outside cannot interfere and go into the ring while their partner is still tagged in. And to win, the tagged in person must pin the tagged in opponent… or make them tap. Either way.”
Natasha: “Okay… so it’s kind of a back and forth type thing?”
Psyche: “That’s right, but usually someone will get targeted and they get stuck in the ring and can’t tag in their partner. Those are situations you don’t want to be in when you’re on the losing side. Things can go downhill very quickly that way.”
Natasha: “Got it.”
Psyche smiles over at her friend. Natasha is now putting her hair up in a high ponytail, the front of her hair up in a poof. She looks fantastic.
Natasha: “And you’re partnered with Bryan, yes?”
Psyche: “That’s right. And we’re going against Danny and Amber from The Damned. They’re kind of like a stable in Boardwalk.”
Natasha: “And a stable is a group of wrestlers that stick together?”
Psyche: “Exactly, love.”
Natasha: “And what if you get in the ring with Danny… does Bryan automatically come out to fight him? Or do you have to?”
Psyche: “I don’t HAVE to… I just do it. I have no problems fighting a man.”
Nat is a bit shocked by Psyche’s answer.
Natasha: “Really? You fight men?”
Psyche: “Yes... You’ve literally seen me fight one.”
Psyche laughed.
Natasha: “But he was kind of small. These guys seem bigger. Bigger than Bryan, even.”
Psyche: “They can be… but my small frame tends to help during those times.”
Natasha nodded slowly, understanding.
Natasha: “Do you know much about the two you’re going up against this week?”
Psyche: “To be honest? No, not really. I haven’t caught anything from either of them. From what I gather, Danny is kind of vicious in the ring. And I’ve read that Amber is pretty accomplished. But Unless I knew the people she was up against, I can’t really gauge whether she was actually good or not.”
Psyche finished her makeup, not working on her hair.
Psyche: “Sometimes it is a bit harder going up against someone when you don’t know much about them. But I think Bryan and I have this in the bag. I’m not very worried, to be honest.”
Natasha: “Well that’s good. Stay positive. That’s probably a good idea.”
Psyche: “I think so as well.”
She smiled at Nat. She was straightening her hair, planning to leave it down. Her shirt was open at the back, showing off her lovely pale skin. Her hair swept across the open part, tickling her skin as she moved. The two women looked stunning. Bryan was in for a treat.
Natasha: “So what do you think? Ready?”
Psyche: “Ready? Of course. Bryan and I will win. We’ve been training all week. We’ll show them how good we really are together. We’ll show them that we’re the best.”
Psyche smirked.
Natasha: “I meant ready to go meet Bryan… But yeah... that too.”
She laughed and stuck her tongue out at Psyche. Psyche just shook her head.
Psyche: “You put that tongue away, missy. Or you’ll be in as much trouble as Danny and Amber.”
Natasha kept her tongue out at Psyche. She started moving towards the door.
Psyche: “A different kind of trouble… but trouble none-the-less. And Bryan’s going to help me. Get your butt outside.”
She smirked and slapped her friends behind. Natasha let out a little yelp and ran to the door. The two women walked out, going to meet Bryan for their dinner. |
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