Post by Jack Owyns on Nov 24, 2014 2:53:09 GMT
New York City
Evening - November 23, 2014
Jacob Javits Convention Center
MetroPRO's first KillShot show was completed and now rests in the history books. Backstage, the MetroPRO staff and contracted wrestlers packed up and headed their separate ways after what could be consider a completely successful night. Among them walked Angelina Bellini and her newly hired assistant Holland Blue, who paced behind the pack heading towards the backstage exit.
He came out of nowhere, wrapping one arm around her waist and placing the palm of his hand around her mouth to muffle her screams if by chance she felt the need to scream for help. He lifted her off her feet as he used his back to open the door, carrying her through to the other side. He let the door close before letting her go, but never said a word. Instead, he grabbed her by the hand and locked his fingers between hers as he gave her a tug and then led her towards a different exit.
He pushed that door open and a cold breeze brushed against them as the night sky, covered by a blanket of clouds; littered white snowflakes around them. He continued to pull her away from the arena.
Holli looked at Jack, who hadn't yet made eye contact, as he pulled her - still wearing his hand and wrist wraps, a pair of torn blue jeans, black, army-looking boots and no shirt, and smelled of deodorant and body spray. His hair was a mess, and beads of sweat dripped everywhere. It wasn't long ago she had seen him on a monitor taking part in the main event, losing to Liz Smalls.
He pulled her across the street, through a back alley and into a deserted park, their feet making tracks in the fresh powder of snow. When she stopped, he let go of her hand, turned and finally made eye contact.
"Hey," Jack said; the words came out quiet.
She starts to rub her arms, her blouse barely enough to keep the chill out. She looks up at him in the limited lighting. It's obvious that she still isn't sleeping well.
"Hey..."
Jack looks at her closely, before breaking eye contact and looking elsewhere.
"I'd ask how you've been, but fuck, I think I already know the answer to that. Shitty."
She keeps her arms across her chest, shivering a little. "The booze and drugs helped me not give a shit for the most part, but I couldn't stay that way forever."
She smirks, looking down at her heels, "Glad you got another gig." She tries to take the focus off herself.
"Thanks." Jack began moving in a back and forth rotation, running his right hand through his damp hair. "Listen Holli... I'm fuckin' sorry you know, how, everything went down. I never meant to fuckin' hurt ya. But..."
He stopped, turning and directing his focus back on Holli.
"I'm a bad fuckin' person, and no, I ain't just fuckin' saying, 'cause I'm trying to play myself up. No, when I say it, I mean it. I really do, and I know you like the fuckin' bad boys but I don't think you know, the extent, of how fuckin' bad I truly am. I've done shit Holli."
This time he turned away.
"Shit, that, one day will fuckin' catch up to me, and I just know... People will try... Oh, they will try to fuckin' hurt me, by hurting what I fuckin' care about... YOU! And the fuckin' dream, that goddamn fuckin' dream! Holli, I never left 'cause I wanted to; I fuckin' left 'cause for once in my fuckin' shit life, I felt it was the right thing to do."
She steps forward; she raises her hand to touch his face, her eyes starting to water with tears, but she stops. The sleeve of her blouse fell down, showing an unusually shaped bruise on her forearm. She pulled her arm back, pulling the sleeve down. "It's okay, Jacky." She whispered. "I forgive you." She took a step back as if preparing herself to leave.
"Hold the FUCK ON!" Jack shouted, grabbing her wrist and lifting her sleeve up. "What the fuck's that, huh?"
"Nothing. I banged it on something." She tried to slip her wrist from his and failed.
Jack looked her in the eyes, not willing to let go of her wrist. "You're fuckin' lying... Tell me the truth. Was it the new guy you met the other fuckin' day? Yeah, a little birdie told me about that!"
"No. Ricky and I were just having drinks. Nothing happened and nothing will." She was still avoiding his eyes.
"Than... WHO the fuck!?" Jack examined the bruise. "Did THIS!"
"Was an accident." She was almost on the verge of tears. Normally she wouldn't be this vulnerable, but between her emotionally unstable state and being in Jack's vicinity, she was finding it hard to come up with a good excuse.
"Accident? That bruise is no fuckin' accident... Oh, I fuckin' know... It... It was him, fuckin' wasn't it?" Jack released her wrist as the name came racing to him, bringing a rage, which was spiraling out of control, through his veins. "JASON!"
"Jack... Calm down." She shakes her head, "Angel told you, didn't she... I told her not to say anything. It's not going to happen again, I told him to get lost."
The redness began to cloud his vision as he broke into another sequence of walking back and forth.
"CALM DOWN! Don't fuckin' dare tell me to calm fuckin' down. She... She... That fuckin' Bellini chick told me he was fuckin' bugging ya. BUT, she never fuckin' said... He laid his fuckin' PAWS on ya. I'm... I'm..."
Jack stopped dead in his tracks and looked back at Holli, his face beat red. He stormed up to Holli, grabbing her by the shoulders.
"I'm... Going... To... FUCKIN' KILL THAT SON OF A BITCH!"
Holli looks slightly scared. "Jacky don't do anything stupid. He's not worth it. He somehow found out where I was staying and pleaded with me to come home with him. He just grabbed me a little too hard but nothing else. Not like before. He's gone."
She reaches up to put a hand softly on the side of his face, looking into his eyes, worried.
"Before? So he's done it before." Jack pulls away from Holli. "MOTHER FUCKER!"
Jack takes off towards the way back to the arena but comes to a sliding stop. He spins around, marching right up to Holli.
"I will FUCKIN' KILL HIM!" Jack roared as his mind went blank, and he laid everything out on the table for Holli. " You wanna know something, Holli? Do you want to know Jack Owyns, a man you think you know, you think, hey, maybe you love? I am a killer; I've done it twice before. Slit a man's fuckin' throat, and shot another in the head, AND it didn't bother me, nope, not one fuckin' bit. I will find Jason, and I will kill the stupid fucker like I WILL kill Radek Dayz too."
Holli studies his face, searching his crazed eyes. Her hands gently go to either side of his face, and she goes on tip toes to kiss him gently. She pulls back, still giving him her undivided attention, "I don't care about your past, Jacky."
At the touch of her soft, soothing lips, the redness fades. "But, I cannot change, and I don't want to fuckin' change. What happens, what if... YOU get fuckin' hurt?"
"What is a worst scenario? The slight chance someone might target me, or never having me at all? I have a lot of friends, Jacky, and you. You are my best weapon." She brushes a hand through his hair. "The last two weeks have been absolute hell. Even getting high, getting drunk didn't numb it completely."
Jack closed his eyes; the high was dying down, and he felt the coolness of the breeze on his bare upper torso.
“Fuck, shit’s so complicated, you know. I’m in a dark, dark place, but fuck, you are too. I…” He opened his eyes. “I’d rather… you by my fuckin’ side. I can protect you, since looking at your arm, me not being around… didn’t fuckin’ help. But shit, with me - you need to fuckin’ realize - you’ll always be watching your fuckin’ back. Can you live with that? Like really, how sure are you, that is the fuckin’ lifestyle you want?”
She bites her cheek, "Maybe, I'm going to fuck this up by saying this, but I think I'm in love with you, Jacky. I risked my job for you. I got blacklisted as an interviewer for you. I know that's not the same, but I'd rather have you in my life and be living dangerously than not and slowly die of liver cirrhosis. I don't want to lose you." She continued to entwine her fingers in his damp hair. The combination of its being wet and the below-freezing temperature was starting to make it frost in her fingers. "We should go inside before you become Jack Frost," she murmured, enjoying being this close to him again.
The words "in love" pierced through his heart like a nail. Something he never heard directed towards himself gave him an odd, strange feeling. He grabbed her hand, locking his fingers between hers.
"Let's go, my blonde beauty," he smirked, leading her back towards the arena.
In the distance, across the street, a man stepped out from the shadows on the opposite side. Radek Dayz stood there, watching with a smirk.
