NOT A PROMO

[kahlan]

I walked through the semi-illuminated corridors getting closer and closer to the curtains. I was furious. How could that feeble worm, a pathetic excuse for a General Manager eliminate me from the Lion’s Pride tournament after all the things he said to me- when I wasn’t even defeated in the first place! I hated him. Few strides away, I heard the roar rising from the crowd in attendance when my familiar entrance music gave them a sweet, surprising treat that even they themselves didn’t believe. KaHLaN! Ha, poor bastards. I couldn’t blame them, after seeing so many gutter shite performances from the most untalented clowns in the business world wide, in a supposedly PPV, they where both disgusted and disappointed. Now, with the resonance of “Superstar” they really felt it. The LaDDeR qUeeN giving them a rare visit that was as good as a lover’s kiss on their seventeenth Valentine’s Day. Even that though didn’t soothe the boiling rage that was drilling into my guts. That sly, seductive sack of bones had promised. How could he use me in such a–

Brushing through the lavishly shaded green curtains my ears felt numb to the dramatic build up of many voices mingled into one. These people really didn’t have a life. As if I did. James I’m gone kill you, you disgusting turtle faced peace of–. Stomping forward it felt like an eternity but somehow I got to those steel steps and climbed them up, through the ropes and unceremoniously came face to face with a round face holding glossy gems for eyes. Snatching the microphone out of Bell Blaire’s hand in one crazy swing, I heard my self screaming. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!”

Remarkably that made the cheering increase both in volume and intensity. Great! “James O’Connell! You snide, theatrical, two face bastard! YOU HAVE 10 SECONDS TO GET YOU’RE HEAD OUT OF VLADIMIR STRIFE’S ASSHOLE AND GET DOWN HERE, OR ELSE!”

Not even caring what the lobsters gathered as fans where chanting, I started counting.

“ONE!”

Gritting my teeth, my burst of frustration pumping into the first count, I opened my mouth for a second time, a third time and so on...

“NINE!”

SHIT. What if he decided not to show up? That meant me going after him, and the prospect of me running in backstage corridors just made me want to vomit. That pig, I won’t let him live for another hour. He is a dead man walking! Even if they are going to hang me for it, I’m going to enjoy every moment of me staring at those black beads, watching the light drain out of his eyes as I clamp his throat and choke the life out of that, that, that jerk!

“TEN! Your time is up you, you …oh, now YOU’RE going to get–”

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Lying here now, feeling the agonising sensation of pain surging through every nerve of my being, I still can’t remember what went wrong. I don’t think that I ever saw James that night. When was it? A week ago? No, it couldn’t have been that long. Christ! Can’t even move my neck to read the time … well of course I can’t! That sonvabitch broke it! Him?

TBCB - He Knows Who He Is

[mystery]

Kahlan continues to stare at the vacuous emptiness that is the top of the arena, her count getting ever higher as a mysterious presence lurks in the audience. The figure remains shrouded as the hood covers the relatively tall figure, a few discerning glances being conferred his way and their curious gazes are soon drawn off by the sheer intensity radiating from the Ladder Queen. The robed individual reaches over the barricade, clutching a sledgehammer in his iron grip, the red and blue eyes glowing ominously from beneath his cowed head. As Kahlan nears the end of her rhetoric, the unknown man abruptly jumps up onto the ring apron, ducking through the ring ropes and entering the squared circle. The blunted weapon is suddenly rammed viciously into the flat of the woman’s neck, the dull thud being accompanied by the soft padding of his footfalls as he stalks his reeling adversary. This is accompanied by the sickening crack of bone and cartilage scraping against one another. Kahlan falls to the canvas in a crumpled mess, the back of her neck oozing a thin crimson veil, testament to the force with which she was struck. The hood is thrown back to reveal the gaunt features of the Rhapsitastic One, an astonished murmur reverberating through the audience. They throw him questioning glances, unsure as to why the Safety Ranger mysteriously disappeared before returning to LDWA, of all places, to exact this amount of damage on the poor woman.

The audience contines look on, unsure as to what they are currently witnessing. The magnanimous hatred runs through the manic Safety Ranger as he stares down at the crumpled form of Kahlan, his eyes taking on an irreverent and steely glow of malice. His lips sneer as he reaches into his pocket, an ominous silence prevailing as the knife that has been used so extensively is wielded in his maniacal hands. The cold tipped steel glints dully in the light being cast down from the roof of the arena. A collective breath is held as Rhaps drops to his knees beside the downed form of the Ladder Queen, the insane individual licking his lips hungrily. It is almost as if the smell of her oozing wound has made the Slice-O-Matic 9000 hungry and he is now ready to cut the very essence from her being with his fateful knife. He flips the lifeless form of the diva onto her stomach, glaring at her pale and stolid features. He laughs menacingly before placing the tip of the dreaded weapon against the epithelial layer of her skin. He drags it slowly, earning a punctuated and thinly veiled scream of agony to escape from her lips.

Kahlan’s body wretches from the sheer amount of pain currently being inflicted on her ravaged body. She tries to look at what Rhaps is doing but he merely shoves her head back to the mat before he grits his teeth and drags the knife in a loop across the top of her chest. The audience grimace at the gruesome sight, now certain that Rhaps’ insanity has reached new levels. His work is finished in but a moment as the letter R has been carved into her flesh, the bright ribbons of blood almost dancing in the light of the arena as they ooze and dribble from the fresh cuts, staining the canvas underneath Kahlan. Everyone in the building thinks the nightmare is over but Rhaps abruptly turns on the spot, a sick scream being emitted, pregnant with the hate and malevolence coursing through his corrupted system. The knife is suddenly plunged through Kahlan’s hand, pinning her to the mat as a sick snap of cartilage is heard as it gives way to the vast force being compulsorily pressed into her limb. Kahlan sits up from the shock of the attack, her mouth open but no sound escaping. She begins to shake violently from the torment being exacted on her before she sinks low to the mat again. She clenches her eyes shut as a disembodied Rhaps walks from the arena and slipping back into the crowd who are still staring open mouthed at the display they have just beheld.

[Desperado/Y2000j]

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Heavy chunks of rain splattered across the brinks of my windscreen. The wipers struggling to do their job against nature’s calling of precipitation for its inhabitants. I squinted in a feeble attempt to scavenge a parking spot in the overcrowded flat of land, while relentless attack of the glossy droplets of rain not helping my cause. I spotted a young couple heading out of the hospital building, striding rather heavy-heartedly along the puddles of water that had engraved their functionless selves, shrewdly across the unlevelled concrete surface. Fucking rain! Installing my modified Honda Civic into a highly savoured free space, I witnessed the couple splash their way to their Ford Mondeo. Ah, at last someone is leaving. How convenient of them. Snickering to my dark sense of humour, undoubtedly a legacy left in me from my days in the fucked up business that I did, a white Fiat called for my attention from the corner of my eye. Wait there for a minute. Is he trying to steal My to-be parking space? A tinge of anger tickled my guts. Fucker! Raving my engine to the displeasure of any environmentalists that may have been watching, I put my car into gear and claimed my territory, leaving exhaust fumes for the fucker in the Fiat to choke on.

To my fail of judgement before, I noticed that there was a slight urgency in the young man’s actions as he struggled to fit the key into the car’s door, presumably not have wanting his lover to get wet. The poor little thing stood there with her handbag over her head, trying to shield her perfectly styled hair from the sky’s angry assault.

With the hasty friend of hers – assumingly her boyfriend or husband, judging by their closeness – she didn’t have to wait too long, giving me enough time to park my hatchback into a sensible place before my meeting with the doctor. Turning off the ignition, the roaring engine was choked to an abrupt silence. The cosy warmth inside of my car was too seductively pleasant that I felt hesitant to leave its comforting embrace. However, with only ten minutes until my scheduled appointment, I knew it would be wise to make my way into St. Luke’s Hospital and find the department I was meant to be in. Room M-23 it had read on my appointment card although I’d managed to lose the bloody thing. Lifting the hood attached to my jacket over my head, I made my way out of the car, making sure to lock the car’s door behind me as I scurried towards the shelter of the infirmary. The rain was strong of enough to seep through the cotton in my jacket, even as I tried to be the least bit part of it. My teal coloured, hooded jacket turned a darker shade of blue from the top half, whilst the bottom remained itself. The bottom of my jeans however suffered a severe case of soaking as did my socks due the pools of water that were forming an army across the parking lot.

I let my curled brown hair slip out of the hood, allowing the band of rubber around my wrist to tie them into a tail allowing it to hang at the bottom of my neck. It had grown a great deal whilst I was out of action. Didn’t really plan to keep my hair this long, but I thought I’d might as well just go for something a little different. I glanced past the numerous people standing at the doorway, gawking at the wrath of god that faced them outside. Most of them obviously willing to cut from their tightly scheduled lives, rather than facing up to the anger from heavens. The worry on their face brought a smile to my face. How pathetic were they, allowing a shower of rain to get the better of them. I approached the reception desk, where a young girl looked up at me with an infatuated smile. I guess the new looks are working better than what I expected!

:://~Receptionist~\\::
“Hello dere sirr, … can ah be of any service?”

Her eyes fluttered. I recognised the Louisiana accent and let my smile get the better of me as it caused a blush from the girl seated at the desk. A funny thought slipped into my mind. Why not play along with it and have some fun.

:://~Desperado~\\::
“Am I already dead?! ‘Cuz I think I’m looking at an angel.”

Her pale cheeks flushed with a combination of pinks and red.

:://~Receptionist~\\::
“I don’t fink your anywhere near dead, … coz yah look perfectly ‘fit’ to me. And I ain’t no angel either mon cher, I’m the devil in disguise.”


:://~Desperado~\\::
“In that case could you point me to room M-23, I got an appointment arranged with Dr. Harper.”

:://~Receptionist~\\::
“Lemme check dat for yah.”

I kept my charming smile on her. One that kept her eyes transfixed upon my face. Her hands moved across the keyboard whilst she searched my face for affection.

“Your appointments in five minutes … If yah hurry yah might make it on time. Take da lift to M floor. Turn right outside da lifts and straight down da corridor. It’s da final room on dat hallway. Lifts are just around the corner … Will ah see yah again?”

I took a small piece of card out of my pocket, scribbled out a few numbers before thrusting it into the hands of the sweet receptionist, before walking back slowly, heading for the lifts. She smiled delightedly at me until she looked upon the card and her smile faded away to a look of utter disappointment.

‘077-999-Not getting it!’

I let a sneaker escape my lips as I gestured a fake kiss towards her. She looked away in frustration turning her attention to an old lady, who was being brought in by a younger man. I hurried along to the lifts and managed to squeeze into one just as it was about to shut. I still had that smug look on my face which seemed to attract the attention of one huge dude, who looked about forty and out of a construction site. The look in his eyes was beckoning me to stare back at him, but I wasn’t too fond of making a scene here at the hospital. Besides I was running late for my appointment. The tension left the lift as the construction worker made his exit at the following floor and while at it brushed against me. I glared back at him this time, my pride getting the better of me. Luckily he didn’t make a deal of it and simply left.

It didn’t take long for the lift to zoom up to my destination and it didn’t take me long to find the room either, thanks to the very friendly receptionist. I knocked on the door, tapping my knuckles against the wood to create three small bangs.


:://~Doctor Harper~\\::
“Come in, … It’s open.”

Pushing the door open, I made my way into the well designed office. A clean, rather tidy environment, which as expected of course. Comforting as it was, the uneasy feeling spread through me at the instant the doctor addressed me.

“So, Mr. Daniels! I presume you would like to know how your report from last week has been analysed?”

I nodded my head without saying a word.

“The good news is, it’s nothing serious with your health and physique, for this problem seems to be more of the mind … a psychological problem in other words. It seems to me your time in the ring, your harsh childhood and lifestyles have taken a toll on your brain. It is a form of anger disorder better known as IED, Intermittent Explosive Disorder. It causes the subject to experience uncontrollable anger and rage from the slightest of things.”


:://~Desperado~\\::
“That explains so much. So what now? I just got to live with myself? I smashed my T.V. last week because I lost a bet … Looking back at it, it didn‘t even mean anything to me. And there‘s times I think I should get angry yet I have enough self control to walk away. It just doesn‘t seem to make any sense.”


:://~Doctor Harper~\\::
“I‘m afraid that is all I can explain. What I can suggest to you is that you avoid all types of conflicts … Visit a psychiatrist or something to help you free you mind of all the stress and problems that are locked up in there, because that is what seems to be the cause to this. I would suggest you sort your problems out … sort out the unfinished businesses you have. The father you haven’t spoken to … the girlfriend that you broke up with … the friend who you feel has betrayed you. Anything of the sort, try and fix it. A close relative of mine had a similar problem and this was the best treatment for him. Other than that, I could prescribe you some antidepressants and something to calm your nerves down if such a situation arises, where you are finding it difficult to control your emotions.”

The consultant takes a prescription and scribbles something on it before handing it over to me.

“There’s a pharmacy two floors down. You can pick up your medication from there. And if you need to come back and see me just give me a call and we can arrange something. Take care and hopefully, we won’t have to worry about this problem in the future.”

I left the room in silence, trying to figure out the reason behind these sudden mood swings and rage I have started to get into. Could Harper’s be right? There’s stuff that’s in the back of my mind that’s locked up and its eating its way through my brain driving me to insanity. Could Alice have anything to do with it? Should I go visit Mum or Dad even? ... Or is it related to my career? Could it be Metal Dragon? That damned Stone Orchard? Linette, even? I think I need to pay some old friends some visits and sort this whole thing out. Sort my fucked up life out.

I’d reached the Pharmacy without even realising. I guess I must have worked my way here whilst I was in deep thought.


:://~Pharmacist~\\::
“How can I help you.”

I handed over my prescription without any form of expression.

“It will just be a moment.”

My mind was racing with numerous thoughts. So many things I didn’t understand, so many people I wasn’t sure about, so many things I had to do now. I wasn’t even sure where to start at, until I heard her shrill voice scream across the hallway. It beckoned me towards her. I don’t know why I followed it, call it my instincts but I’m glad I did. I peered around the corridor and into a nearby ward.


:://~KaHLaN~\\::
“GiT OFF ME, … GiT THEEE FUCK OVV MEH you stupid Cock-roasht!
…

*Hiccup*
…
STAY AWAY from me, or I’ll smash this in that pretty little, *hiccup* face of yours!”


:://~Nurse Holly~\\::
“Listen here KaHLaN, nobody is allowed alcohol on these premises so could you kindly hand over the bottle to me dear.”

The commanding voice was obvious!


:://~KaHLaN~\\::
“To FUCK wiph tha’.
…

‘Coursh I‘m hallowed, you pie dumb *Hiccup*, I do wa’ve I wansh!

…

I‘m hallowed to Due wave the fuck I pleash.

…

You can‘t shtop me.

…

Itsh MINE. Mai OWN little pesh!

…

I Cracked that pipsh’s skull fo’ it and I ain‘t letting it gooooo!

…

So LEAVE ME ALONE!”

She was drunk for sure, drunk as fuck. I don’t know how she managed to get herself the bottle but there she had it. Dressed in an alcohol stained hospital gown, the girl’s hair was a wavy mess. KaHLaN! It was an unusual name yet it sounded familiar somehow.


:://~Desperado~\\::
“Excuse me nurse, ... How longs this one been here?”


:://~Nurse Stacy~\\::
“Who? KaHLaN? Err, I reckon it’s been a couple of weeks at least. Came in with some serious injuries but she’s recovering pretty well. Nothing was broken although her neck was damaged pretty badly. And there were a few stab wounds to deal with and a blade to take out of her palm, but she’s much better now as you can see.”


:://~Desperado~\\::
“She always like this?”


:://~Nurse Stacy~\\::
“Pretty much. Ever since she‘s regained consciousness. Perhaps it’s because of the medication, I‘m not really sure. This is the second day she got herself drunk. I guess she must be getting someone to bring it in for her. We need to keep an eye on her from now on.”


:://~Desperado~\\::
“Want me to help you out with her?”


:://~Nurse Stacy~\\::
“Nah, its alright. The doctor will be here soon. He knows how to handle her.”

Just as the words escaped her lips, a large man followed by a group of his colleagues hurried into the ward. The white lab jackets and stethoscopes gave away their identity with one look. I took a seat to one side, knowing that this was going to be interesting.


:://~Doctor Parker~\\::
“What‘s going on here KaHLaN? We talked about this yesterday. You are NOT allowed to drink on the hospital premises. Now hand me over the bottle.”

Oooh, this fuck-tard was going for the tough guy approach. That was when the stupid git got himself into a bigger mess than he started with. Not only did he lose the respect of his colleagues, he was utterly humiliated. I’m still laughing just thinking about it.


:://~KaHLaN~\\::
“Tell me something Dock? *smirking while wobbling forward* are you a homo?”

A look of complete shock and embarrassment drowns out the normal color of his face, replacing it with a lush red that revolves mostly around his cheeks. His eyes bulge as he speaks in a patronizing tone.


:://~Doctor Parker~\\::
“Huh? What? KaHLaN this is completely inappropriate.”


:://~KaHLaN~\\::

*licking her lips*

“Are you gay Dock? Do you have a shhexual attraction to boysh than girlsh?”


:://~Doctor Parker~\\::
“KaHLaN stop this immature behaviour at once.”

Kahlan took the bottle up high, letting the warm alcohol travel down her throat and burn her insides. I could see the excess seeping through the sides of her mouth, touring down her cheeks and neck until it soaked into her hospital robe.


:://~KaHLaN~\\::
“Jusht say it, … yesh or na.”

The doctor gritted his teeth so tightly, I thought chips of the tooth would come flying at me. He looked around the room in anger. Not sure what to do. The eyes of everyone around staring holes into him. He looked back at Kahlan and whispered the words.


:://~Doctor Parker~\\::
“No.”


:://~KaHLaN~\\::

*hiccup*

“I don’t know Dock, you look like the gay type to me.”


:://~Doctor Parker~\\::
“I am not gay, now will you hand over me the god damn bottle?!”

He was clearly getting frustrated now. Hah, this was better than I expected. This one was really something. Hahaha.


:://~KaHLaN~\\::
“Fuck me!”

The doctor froze. I froze. This one came as a bigger surprise than the first. Was Kahlan inviting the doctor for a fuck. Right here, right now. She was totally off her head.


:://~Doctor Parker~\\::
“WHAT?!?.”


:://~KaHLaN~\\::

*wobbling closer now with an apparent lust in her eyes*

“If you’re not gay tien FUCK ME!”


:://~Doctor Parker~\\::
“I’m afraid that, that is not possible KaHLaN. You stop this shameful behaviour immediately.”

Kahlan decided to budge a little closer to the doctor but her lack of co-ordination due to her drunkard-ness she fell flat on her front. The bottle somehow managing to stay upright in her hand. The doctor bent down towards her to help her up. A couple of nurses volunteered to help as well only to be left shell-shocked as Kahlan continued her little performance.


:://~KaHLaN~\\::
“Sho you’re gay tien?”


:://~Doctor Parker~\\::
“No!”

She shoved the doctors away from, using the little control over her body she had to help herself back to her feet. She took her index finger and poked it against the doctor’s chest. Digging it in as she addressed him.


:://~KaHLaN~\\::
“Jusht admit it Parker, you’re gay.”


:://~Doctor Parker~\\::
“T-this is pointless!”


:://~KaHLaN~\\::
“Fine tien, get the FUCK outta mah faishe!”

The mortified doctor was left in a state of complete humiliation. He didn’t know how to respond. I could see it in his bold, blue eyes. ‘Should I act cool and pretend nothings happened or should I keep acting tough with her‘. He went with the first one. A wise move or she would have ate him alive. She turned her face away from the doctor like nothing had happened taking the bottle of vodka to her mouth and allowing it to burn a passageway down her throat. This was just epic. I couldn’t remember the last time I had laughed so hard. This, … This girl was definitely special. I felt intrigued by her. I had to find out who she was and how she got here. I knew one thing for definite, … she wasn’t normal.

Thats when it happened. No-one was expecting it. Not me, not the nurses, not the patients. Not even that poor excuse of a doctor. KaHLaN flung herself right into the doctor's arms, forcing her lips to join entangle with the pathetic doctor. The sad git couldn’t even push her off. There were gasps from everyone watching with the exception of a couple of wolf whistles. I was guilty for one of them. Her hands were locked tightly around his big head as her tongue lashed against his oral cavity. Pulling herself away from doctor parker, she used the back of her right hand to wipe away the saliva that had gathered around her mouth.


:://~Doctor Parker~\\::

*Gasping and Panting*

“You-Your INSANE!”


:://~KaHLaN~\\::
“You fink that’s insane. TRY THIS!”

Kahlan pounced onto Doctor Parker, wrestling him to the ground. Finally the stupid staff members decided to intervene. Two taking each arm, as they dragged her away. The engine in her throat was still running at full force.

“Fuck You, … FUCK YOU BITCH! I said GERR OV ME! GERR OV ME YOU BITCH. LEAVE ME ALONE!”
…

TBCB Kahlan