Post by Maggie Lockheart on Aug 16, 2021 21:17:06 GMT -5
::: 6/10 Studios Presents :::
The Interstate Love Song Chronicles - VII
Last time on the Interstate Lovesong Chronicles, the Revolution1 Horrorcore champion's promo was interrupted by a call for help.
Maggie and fellow ring crew member Eddie rushed through the Knoxville Convention Center to the aid of their friend Tommy. When they arrived out by the ringside area, Maggie had learned that Tommy had suffered a long fall from the top of a fully extended scissor lift.
There was nothing but the unforgiving concrete waiting for poor Tommy to supply that sudden stop at the end. The scene was horrendous; there was blood-splatter and screaming and clearly Tommy's limbs had been mangled in multiple.
Luckily enough, there were Revolution1 trainers and medical staff on hand to provide first response for the unfortunate stagehand, even before the EMTs arrived on scene.
But sadly, sometimes a quick response time makes little difference.
A quick scan of the area revealed what Tommy was doing at the time. Up at ceiling height, there was a half-hung banner still attached even though it was partially torn down the center. (Perhaps Tommy tried to grab onto it mid-plunge.) The banner was one promoting Magdalena's match that night with Aphrodite IX for the aforementioned Horrorcore championship.
At the hospital in Knoxville after the show, members of the ring crew waited around the ER, as many as the hospital would allow, hoping to hear a good word on the condition of their coworker.
The doctor looked down at the floor and shook his head. There was little they could do.
"This is all your fault-" Eddie shouted as he drove his finger into the top of Maggie's chest, "He wouldn't have even been up there if it wasn't for you!"
It's words like that that hurt you, drive in deeper than any spear or other sharp implement ever could.
Maggie didn't want to leave, Tommy was her friend too. Tommy shouldn't have been up there trying to hang a heavy banner all by himself. He wanted it to be a surprise... and now...
"I'm sorry, I-"
"Get out," Eddie said, his fists quivering with rage. "Get the fuck out, I don't ever want to see you, or hear from you ever again!"
It wasn't her fault, or was it? Sometimes, in those kinds of moments, it's hard to be sure.
All she could do was to think back to things that were said to her, as she walked out the emergency room door.
- Promotional -
"So here we are at the Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse in Cleveland Ohio. The mood here is... well... it's something, but the show must go on. There's a birthday to be celebrated, and glass tables for somebody to go through."
The camera picks up Lockheart sitting back in one of the locker rooms. She's half-way through getting dressed in her ring gear, but she's sitting slumped over with her head down.
"And tonight granted there's a lot of things going through my mind right now. Maybe not all of them are about defending the Horrorcore Championship. But that's my job tonight and I plan to get that done. I've been the Horrorcore Champion since June 8th, about 69 days ago when I was a 'mystery opponent' to one Jessie Lee. And because tonight I'll be defending against that very same concept of a 'mystery opponent', I can't help but to think back of some of the things that Jessie said about me back then."
"She said things like that I was disingenuous and that I liked to play coy. Particularly about pretending that I was something that I was not... which would be someone interested in helping out the little guy. She chided me for having the audacity to 'carry around' a camera crew to film me helping set up the ring with my friends as if I was some kind of a good person. Well, I guess in some ways she wasn't wrong."
Maggie looked up at the camera, her eyes shrink-wrapped in tears.
"Maybe I'm not a good person; maybe not even close to one. Normally I'd just think that Jessie didn't understand my intentions... but you'd think someone like me would understand by now how dangerous the best of our intentions truly are."
"Was I using the ring crew? No. I was a part of the ring crew. Did I bring the camera crew around? No. They chose to follow me. But none of that really matters when bad shit happens and people look at you and tell you that it's your fault. You see, the truth is that sometimes, we all need somebody to blame."
"So no, if you really wanted to boil this down, I would normally be honored to be in the main event of Miss Moore's birthday bash show. But unfortunately for the Boss Lady, I'm just not in the mood."
"You're going to send somebody out there to share that main event with me with a bunch of glass tables strewn about and something bad is going to happen... somebody's going to get hurt."
"And in the end, it'll be my fault. And you know what? I'm debating whether or not I'm okay with that. Because on one hand, I'd hate to be the person who has to look me in the eye right now and raise a fist to me because they want a fucking title. On the other, Jessie Lee might end up being right about me all along... and my reputation might finally seep through."
Maggie smirks as she looks down at the floor once again.
"It's a kill or be killed industry, and I've always been as honest as I could be. I'm telling the Revolution1 locker room now that the party is over before it ever started. If any of you ever heard the rumors about what kind of monster I could be... assume EVERYTHING you've heard to be true."
"Happy Birthday Kylie... Look at what you just made me do."