Post by Melinda Rhodes on Jul 24, 2017 23:55:12 GMT -6
I sat in the EMT medical room, being checked out for a possible concussion. The doc had to leave me alone, however, as there was something going on out at ringside. Oh well, I'm left alone, covered in dry sweat with a wild mane I called the hair on the top of my head. Minutes passed and I did a self diagnostic, finding out that I didn't have a concussion. I decided to exit, even as people ran passed me. I tweet on the internet about it, not knowing who did what, only that I lost the match.
Did Valora actually beat me? Was I finally forced to admit that I've lost touch? These thoughts and more danced in my mind as I headed for the locker room. Not to be bothered with a shower, I quickly changed out of my gear, gathered my things, and after a stop off at the pay window i'm out of the building.
I took a cab to the hotel and on the ride over, I can feel some moderate swelling around my right eye. I knew something knocked the shit out of me. I'm not sure what, but something sure as fuck did. Too many questions and I needed to know what the fuck happened. Try as I might, I couldn't remember much of the night. Moisture filled my eyes for a moment as the realization of the loss hit me like a sack of hammers. I was quick to wipe it away, swallowing down the hurt of the loss. Yeah, doesn't matter how tough you are, losing a match like that can sting quite a bit. Still, I maintained my composure. Brave face now, cry in the bathroom shower screaming 'why god why?' later.
“You had a rough night, miss,” a male voice said to me.
I looked up and finally took in the cab driver from his rather large review mirror. He had on a ball cap, an old Minnesota Vikings Jersey, and a cheap black wrist watch. His face sported a large round nose, blue eyes and many wrinkles, his beard scruffy and lightly salted with gray on black hair. I'd say he was mildly portly, but not obese by any means.
“Yeah,” I answered, shaking my head a bit, “It was a rough night alright, don't even remember parts of it.”
“You wrestlers put on some great shows. My son loves you EWC guys and girls,” He replied with a smile.
I nod with a weak smile back, “Did you catch the show tonight?”
He chuckled a bit, “Sure did. It's dead as hell in this area when you guys have your wrestling show. So I watched it on my phone with that EWC TV app.”
With a tilt of my head, I couldn't help but ask the question, “Did you happen see the TV title match?”
The cabbie nodded his head, “So that was you then in the main event, huh? Shoulda' seen what came after you. That was a real doozy!”
“I bet. I don't even remember much of what happened in my match.”
“Well I got some sad news for you, the Champ didn't technically beat you. She pinned you, but she didn't beat you.”
My gaze narrowed and I had a flash of a knee coming right at my face. The fog began to clear a little...
“What happened?” I asked, looking at his face in the mirror.
“That bitch Hope Diamond happened. You turned and while all these distractions were going on, she took you out, leaving you to get pinned by Val, who was none the wiser.”
My head lowered and despite the sadness in me, I couldn't help but start to chuckle at the situation. There was almost an unhinged giddiness to it. I then lifted my head back and laughed outright. I had to as part of me saw this as really bad comedy. Why didn't I see it sooner?
With concern in his voice, he asked the question, “You ok Miss Rhodes? The hospital's not too far.”
I stifled my laughter and leaned forward a bit. Before I addressed him, I looked for his cab ID and noticed his first name was Eugene.
“No Eugene, there isn't a problem. Just a moment of clarity... that's all.”
“Ok Miss, but you wrestlers are a weird bunch.”
“Put on the radio, I don't care what you play. I want to get lost in some random music.”
He smiled and flipped the switch and I almost started to laugh again as I Axl Rose's voice sang out over that AC/Delco Bose sound system, “When you were young and heart was an open book....” Live and Let Die..... Perfect for this little cab ride back.
I sunk into my thoughts for the remainder of the ride, letting the music fill my skull. I needed to formulate a battle plan and set the dominoes up. Not only was I played, but now I had salt in the fucking wound adding insult to injury. I know in my heart, I could've taken that title, but I knew the play at work.
Hope played me and Valora like a harp from hell and then cut our strings. She made sure I lost, meaning she'd have a more malleable competitor to face off against and that I'd be knocked to the bottom of the line and be forced to fight my way through every single contender.
With a small smile formed on my lips, I said to myself in a low voice, “Game on, Hope Diamond.”
Did Valora actually beat me? Was I finally forced to admit that I've lost touch? These thoughts and more danced in my mind as I headed for the locker room. Not to be bothered with a shower, I quickly changed out of my gear, gathered my things, and after a stop off at the pay window i'm out of the building.
I took a cab to the hotel and on the ride over, I can feel some moderate swelling around my right eye. I knew something knocked the shit out of me. I'm not sure what, but something sure as fuck did. Too many questions and I needed to know what the fuck happened. Try as I might, I couldn't remember much of the night. Moisture filled my eyes for a moment as the realization of the loss hit me like a sack of hammers. I was quick to wipe it away, swallowing down the hurt of the loss. Yeah, doesn't matter how tough you are, losing a match like that can sting quite a bit. Still, I maintained my composure. Brave face now, cry in the bathroom shower screaming 'why god why?' later.
“You had a rough night, miss,” a male voice said to me.
I looked up and finally took in the cab driver from his rather large review mirror. He had on a ball cap, an old Minnesota Vikings Jersey, and a cheap black wrist watch. His face sported a large round nose, blue eyes and many wrinkles, his beard scruffy and lightly salted with gray on black hair. I'd say he was mildly portly, but not obese by any means.
“Yeah,” I answered, shaking my head a bit, “It was a rough night alright, don't even remember parts of it.”
“You wrestlers put on some great shows. My son loves you EWC guys and girls,” He replied with a smile.
I nod with a weak smile back, “Did you catch the show tonight?”
He chuckled a bit, “Sure did. It's dead as hell in this area when you guys have your wrestling show. So I watched it on my phone with that EWC TV app.”
With a tilt of my head, I couldn't help but ask the question, “Did you happen see the TV title match?”
The cabbie nodded his head, “So that was you then in the main event, huh? Shoulda' seen what came after you. That was a real doozy!”
“I bet. I don't even remember much of what happened in my match.”
“Well I got some sad news for you, the Champ didn't technically beat you. She pinned you, but she didn't beat you.”
My gaze narrowed and I had a flash of a knee coming right at my face. The fog began to clear a little...
“What happened?” I asked, looking at his face in the mirror.
“That bitch Hope Diamond happened. You turned and while all these distractions were going on, she took you out, leaving you to get pinned by Val, who was none the wiser.”
My head lowered and despite the sadness in me, I couldn't help but start to chuckle at the situation. There was almost an unhinged giddiness to it. I then lifted my head back and laughed outright. I had to as part of me saw this as really bad comedy. Why didn't I see it sooner?
With concern in his voice, he asked the question, “You ok Miss Rhodes? The hospital's not too far.”
I stifled my laughter and leaned forward a bit. Before I addressed him, I looked for his cab ID and noticed his first name was Eugene.
“No Eugene, there isn't a problem. Just a moment of clarity... that's all.”
“Ok Miss, but you wrestlers are a weird bunch.”
“Put on the radio, I don't care what you play. I want to get lost in some random music.”
He smiled and flipped the switch and I almost started to laugh again as I Axl Rose's voice sang out over that AC/Delco Bose sound system, “When you were young and heart was an open book....” Live and Let Die..... Perfect for this little cab ride back.
I sunk into my thoughts for the remainder of the ride, letting the music fill my skull. I needed to formulate a battle plan and set the dominoes up. Not only was I played, but now I had salt in the fucking wound adding insult to injury. I know in my heart, I could've taken that title, but I knew the play at work.
Hope played me and Valora like a harp from hell and then cut our strings. She made sure I lost, meaning she'd have a more malleable competitor to face off against and that I'd be knocked to the bottom of the line and be forced to fight my way through every single contender.
With a small smile formed on my lips, I said to myself in a low voice, “Game on, Hope Diamond.”
