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My Good Thing
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Topic Started: Apr 29 2011, 07:07 PM (246 Views)
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Jimmy Helmsley
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Apr 29 2011, 07:07 PM
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I’ve grown up in life to believe that everything happens for a reason. I’ve learned that we all make mistakes in life because what would life be without mistakes? Boring. The mistakes we make determine the person we will become for the future. Lately, I do not understand something that I’ve believed for most of my life. If everything happens for a reason, then why are so many bad things taking place in my life? I’ve paid for the sins from my past, or so I thought. I’ve lost my brother to God and now I have lost everything else to Travis Blaine. Is there anything else? Or should I say do I have anything else left?
Bloodlust April 17, 2011
The bell had sounded and once again, Dean Jones had defeated me. It wasn’t because of Legion this time, yet because of someone unexpected. For some reason, Bombtrack had decided to stick his nose in business that he didn’t belong with. In all reality, Bombtrack defeated me, not Dean Jones. I bet Dean Jones will remember it differently. It’s all in the past though and the control of my future was in Travis Blaine’s hands.
Or so I thought…
It wouldn’t be long before Terry Queens reemerged in New Era Wrestling as the new co-owner of the company. I can’t explain the relief I felt when Queens appeared and saved my job in the company. As I walked up the ramp, looking at all of the shocked faces of Legion, it made me losing to Jones not as bad. For the first time since Dean Jones won the championship, I actually had some help against Legion. I knew someone would finally stand up to Legion, and looking over at Terry Queens, I knew I had gotten the best of the best to help me. Queens was still explaining the details as I walked past him, sharing a nod.
As I got backstage, blood dripping down my face, scars covering my body, I looked into the eyes of someone I knew I would always be able to turn too. Rachel Cohen. I had no idea that she was even in the building. She didn’t deserve to see me this way, not as a guy who just failed at his goal. I could still hear the commotion coming from the ring, yet I didn’t take my eyes off the person who could make it all go away.
Jimmy Helmsley: What are you doing here?
Rachel Cohen: You didn’t think I’d let you go through this alone, did you?
Before I could say anything else, she walked up and draped her arms around me. She didn’t care about the blood. Losing to Dean Jones wasn’t something that I had planned, but right now, at this moment, I didn’t care about losing. I didn’t care about Bombtrack costing me the championship. This moment was the only one that counted. That was, until I started losing the feeling in my legs. I almost collapsed onto Rachel.
Rachel Cohen: Jimmy? Are you ok?
I really couldn’t even say anything. I could only feel the blood just pouring out of my body continuously. I’m not exactly sure what was going on around me, but I could feel the presence of other people hovering over me.
Rachel Cohen: He’s losing a lot of blood. We need to get him to the hospital now!
Would you consider it a black out if you can sense what is going on around you? I’m not sure of the exact details, but I can feel every one and the motions taking place. I could hear Rachel throwing orders around, yet couldn’t hear exactly what those orders were. After that, it seems that I went blank… Who could guess what happened next?
Rachel walks into the ambulance and helps one of the EMT’s get the correct dosage for Jimmy when Ashlie Helmsley walks up the medic standing over the gurney with Jimmy Helmsley lying on it.
EMT: Excuse me Miss, but you need to back away from the patient.
Ashlie actually shows a look of concern for her brother.
Ashlie Helmsley: I’m his sister, please, just give me one second.
He obliges with her as he walks away for a moment as Ashlie looks down at her brother.
Ashlie Helmsley: Oh Jimmy, when will you learn that you will never win? Please, just do yourself a favor and give up. I hate what you’re doing to yourself trying to fight the “good fight” always trying to be the hero. You’ll never defeat Travis Blaine.
Ashlie notices that Rachel is about to come out of the ambulance when she leans over and whispers into Jimmy’s ear.
Ashlie Helmsley: Until we meet again…
With that, Ashlie walks away from the scene as Rachel runs over seeing her at the last second. She looks over Jimmy, who is still unconscious, seeing Ashlie didn’t harm him. She looks over at the EMT, who knows he made a mistake letting Ashlie see her brother. He goes to apologize, but Rachel doesn’t allow it.
Rachel Cohen: Let’s just get him to the hospital.
The two EMT’s load up Jimmy into the ambulance as Rachel turns around and looks out for Ashlie one last time. After that, she hops into the ambulance with Jimmy before it takes over towards the nearest hospital.
St. Vincent Medical Center April 20, 2011
For the first time since Bloodlust, I was fully conscious and able to comprehend what was going on around me. Since arriving to the hospital, I remember coming around every now and then. Today, I was actually able to sit up and move a little bit. Looking up and down my body, I couldn’t tell you how many bandages I had covering all of the scars I had received at Bloodlust. I placed my hand around my neck, it stinging almost immediately. I can still feel the razor wire around my neck as Dean Jones ripped away trying to take the skin off my neck.
Rachel had gotten me into this hospital thanks to someone she had gone to medical school with. She wasn’t fond of the place they took me originally, so she made a few calls. I think she was more nervous about what was going on than I was; yet I guess I can understand that. She was the one fully conscious having to worry about someone who didn’t know anything going on around me.
Even though I had only been awake a short time, I was already having flashbacks to the moments when I had blacked out after the show. Nothing was clear, that was for sure. I could remember bits and pieces. I had kept this to myself, but I know it couldn’t be true, but I could have sworn that I remember seeing Ashlie before I was loaded into the ambulance. I guess blackouts make you think out of the box.
Nurse: How’s my favorite patient doing?
Jimmy Helmsley: About as good as someone who had half his skin completely ripped off.
She chuckled placing some pills in front of me. She handed me a glass of water.
Nurse: I’m finally glad you are awake enough to take these on your own. I can’t tell you how frustrating it is to give patients pills that aren’t comprehensive.
Jimmy Helmsley: Oh yeah? I guess it’s hard to get them to swallow the pills being out cold?
Nurse: Yeah, sometimes, or we just have them take the pills in a different way.
I paused for a moment. Do not ask how they take the pills in a different way.
Jimmy Helmsley: Thanks.
I quickly took the pills into my mouth before taking a sip of water. For the next minute, after she left, I kept thinking about those damn pills. When I woke up, I did have a weird feeling.
Rachel Cohen: So I just took care of all the paper work, and as of tomorrow, we will be heading back to Boston.
Jimmy Helmsley: Rachel, I have a question. After I blacked out at the arena the other night, was Ashlie there when they were loading me into the ambulance?
She gave me an odd look before giving me her answer.
Rachel Cohen: Of course not. Why would she show her face around you?
Jimmy Helmsley: I have no idea. I guess I was just hoping that, in a way, she actually still cared. It was a dream though, so who cares.
She didn’t say anything else for a few moments as I painfully reached down and grabbed my laptop. Since I had been out of it lately, I guess I should check into the business and see what’s next for me.
Jimmy Helmsley: Well, I guess I am not getting a break, nor is Deano. We are in a tag match at NEW 24.
Rachel Cohen: What? Don’t think know the condition you’re in? I’ll take care of this.
The rambling went on for a few more seconds before I grabbed the phone out of her hand.
Jimmy Helmsley: I’m going to go to the show.
She gave me a questionable look as to why I am going to go.
Jimmy Helmsley: Do you understand what would happen if no showed this match? I would never hear the end of it from Legion and anyone else. Besides, with Terry Queens back, I HAVE to be there to show my support to what he is doing. If it weren’t for him, I’d be out of a job right now.
I understood her feelings. She was worried about me. I basically passed out in her arms just a few days ago. She sat on the bed with me and looked at the laptop and the details of the match.
Rachel Cohen: Psychosis doesn’t trust you. Jimmy, nothing about this match is good. Plus, that maniac Bombtrack is probably going to be lurking in the shadows.
Jimmy Helmsley: Let Bombtrack show his face. He’s got something coming to him. As for Psychosis, do you blame him? Have I given him any reason to trust me? I couldn’t think of a better person in that company to have my back other than Psychosis. He’s the one man who’ll do whatever it takes to get the job done, and that’s someone I am proud to say is on my team. I don’t think we’ll have any worries with General and Dean.
Again, she didn’t say anything for a little bit. It was like her mind was drifted off into another world, possibly thinking about what could happen to me if I left the next show in the shape I left Bloodlust.
Jimmy Helmsley: I’ll be ok, I promise.
I needed a subject changer, and as much as I regretted it, I knew what would get us off the subject of wrestling.
Jimmy Helmsley: So the nurse came in here a little while ago and explained that when the patients are asleep, they use a different method of inserting the pills. Do I want to know the way they do that?
Rachel Cohen: That’s the last thing you want to know.
Jimmy Helmsley: Yeah, that’s what I figured.
With that, we both started laughing. She leaned back and rested her head on my shoulder lying on the bed with me as I turned on the television. Luckily for Rachel, Cheers was on and that was one of her favorite shows. As she watched the show and laughed every now and then, I looked down at her and wondered what I would do without her. Out of all the mistakes I’ve made in my life, I think I realize now, she was the good thing in my life that I earned.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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