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Topic Started: Apr 1 2012, 01:44 AM (232 Views)
Misty
NEWera Rookie
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Sunday, March 17, 2012

Misty Lyn and Dice stand outside the door of a hotel room they really don't wanna go inside of. Dice's little brother, Riot, was behind this door and neither knew what state he would be in.

Misty Lyn:So... how bad is this gonna be?

Dice shakes his head slowly, a look of almost total dread on his face.

Dice:I'm half-waiting to find him dead in there...

Misty gasps, her jaw falling wide open.

Misty Lyn:Michael...

She looks at him, the awful truth written in his eyes.

Dice:I know, that's not funny...

He pauses, the silence rampaging in their ears.

Dice:I'm not kidding. I haven't seen him that out of control in almost a decade, from right before we started wrestling in that shitbox, TEPWF...

Misty looks away, bitting her lip and fighting back tears of dread.

Misty Lyn:Has he ever... shown up to work like that before? Kayla used to wrestle practically every match in some form of altered state but...

She looks back and Dice shakes his head.

Dice:No... never...

Misty shakes her head.

Misty Lyn:When is Travis supposed to get here?

Dice:Any minute now...

Misty nods and then knocks. The door flies open to find Riot standing there in the same clothes he was wearing the previous evening, his eyes revealing he probably hasn't been to bed yet and the blood on his knuckles proving he's been a busy man. Misty and dice cannot believe their eyes as they stand there.

Misty Lyn:Holy shit...

Dice:Rory... Jesus tapdancing...

Riot rolls his eyes and steps back.

Riot:Well, come on then...

Misty and Dice walk into the room and glance around. The bed has obviously not been slept in and the five empty whiskey bottles tells the story of the previous evening's debacle. Just as the two are about to ask him, another knock greets their ears. Dice walks over, opening the door to find Travis Blaine standing there.

Travis Blaine: Michael, is your brother here?

Dice nods and opens the door wide to allow Travis inside the room with them. Dice closes the door and everyone fixes eyes on Riot as he crosses his arms defiantly, glaring lasers through the NEW Bossman.

Riot:So, is this when you all tell me I've fucked up?

Travis nods, seemingly unmoved.

Travis Blaine: The situation is unacceptable...

Riot cuts him off, stepping towards him quickly only stopping short because of the looks he catches from Dice and Misty.

Riot:Unacceptable? Are you fuckin' kiddin' me?

Before Travis can answer, Dice steps in and looks his brother in the eyes.

Dice:Rory... are you... high?

Riot starts to answer but can't seem to make himself to do so. Misty looks in his eyes as well while Dice and Travis stand there staring at him.

Misty Lyn:Oh my God... you are...

Dice quickly starts scanning his brother's arms and sees the one thing he never wanted to see again. Grabbing the arm he holds it up to show everyone in the room the needle mark.

Dice:Jesus, Rory... you said you weren't doin' this!

Riot pulls his arm away and stands up defiantly.

Riot:I wasn't at the time!

Travis nods slowly.

Travis Blaine: OK, Rory.. you're going to rehab...

Riot's eyes go wide with rage.

Riot:Excuse me?

Travis remains unmoved.

Travis Blaine: You heard me.

Riot charges at Travis only for Dice to catch his brother and hold him back.

Dice:Rory... RORY!!! Stop! Dammit, Rory...

Dice throws him back a step as Misty watches in shock.

Riot:You're fuckin' takin' his side?!!?

Dice just shakes his head, unable to believe his brother's words.

Dice:Rory... you've never done anything like this before. You've fucked yourself over a thousand times before but you've never fucked anyone else over... until now...

Riot starts to answer but then sees the look in his brother's eyes and stops. He glances around and sees the same look in both Misty's eyes and Travis' eyes as well.

Riot:Mikey...

Dice shakes his head and Riot takes a step back in shock. As he stands there, Travis Blaine taps Dice on the shoulder.

Travis Blaine: Michael... handle this... get him on a plane...

Travis turns to leave and Riot sits on the bed.

Travis Blaine: If you want to keep your job, Rory... you'll go, and you'll go now.

Travis leaves the room, Riot sitting on the bed while Dice and Misty stand there, both seemingly in shock. Riot tries to look up at his brother while Diced tries to look down at him as well. Misty watches in horror as the two both suddenly look away as of polar opposites of a magnet. She takes a deep breath and then walks over to the bed, sitting down and taking Riot's hand.

Misty Lyn:How long?

Riot snaps out of his ashamed trance and look at her, his eyes still sort of glazed over.

Riot:Um... since we got to Japan...

Misty nods while Dice remains dead silent.

Misty Lyn:What all have you been doing?

Riot looks away, licking his lip and blinking furiously.

Riot:Um... I started doin' coke again the first night... graduated to heroin again the next day... started shooting again a week ago... did my first speedball last night...

Misty's eyes close as she hears this, unable to believe it had happened just that quickly.

Misty Lyn:Michael... you need to get him out of here...

She opens her eyes to find Riot looking away in shame and Dice staring at her, tears in his eyes. He manages a nod and then walks over to his brother.

Dice:We're gonna get through this, Rory.

Half an hour later, Misty kisses Dice goodbye as he and Riot make their way down the hall to catch a cab to the airport. Misty walks back to the room she had been sharing with her boyfriend and quickly dials a number on her cell phone.

Misty Lyn:Hey, Zoe? It's Misty...

Silence comes back momentarily from the other end.

Zoe McDraven:Hi, Misty.

Misty closes her eyes, hoping she can really go through with this.

Misty Lyn:I wanted to call and apologize to you and Kise for what happened last night...

Zoe takes a deep breath.

Zoe McDraven:I've always known Riot to be some level headed guy, but to show up to an important match wasted like that is just wrong and upsetting. I want to fight someone who knows what their doing not someone who can't stand up straight because they had one too much to drink. I'm disappointed in him. I thought he was better than that.

Misty wipes away a tear at the sound of Zoe's angry voice.

Misty Lyn:He wasn't just drunk... and... it's scared the hell out of me...

Zoe goes quiet for a second, obviously puzzled.

Zoe McDraven:What do you mean he wasn't drunk? He was stumbling out there like he was!

She pauses for just a second as Misty wipes away another tear.

Zoe McDraven:Why are you so scared anyway?

Misty sits down on the bed, taking a deep breath and hoping she doesn't just lose it right there.

Misty Lyn:We found a track mark... he admitted to shooting speedballs again... we think it's a delayed reaction to Kayla dying... and I'm scared he's gonna end up like her.

Zoe's voice changes from irritation to concern.

Zoe McDraven:Oh man. Is there any way you can get him into a rehab center before he overdoses on that stuff? I don't think NEW wants to see another talented person die because of drugs.

Misty sniffs, nodding, still holding back the deluge.

Misty Lyn:That's why I'm calling instead of Michael... Travis told Rory if he didn't go now, he'd be fired and Michael decided to personally fly his brother home. Michael's going to apologize to your face when he gets back.

Zoe McDraven:That's good, I'm glad to hear that Michael is taking him back home where he can get the help he needs. I'll be waiting to hear from Michael when he does get back.

Misty nods as the call ends as the tears start. She starts sobbing uncontrollably when her cell phone rings again. Misty looks down and decides to answer the phone despite her current state, tears still streaming down her face.

Misty Lyn:Hey, Nikki... everything's not ok...



Friday, March 30, 2012

Misty Lyn stands with Gina DiMarcio in front of the arena door with a camera crew. Misty looks like she's been crying for almost two weeks straight and this is not lost on Gina.

Gina DiMarcio: Are you sure you wanna do this?

Misty nods sadly.

Misty Lyn:Yeah... it's still part of the job...

Gina nods slowly.

Gina DiMarcio: Ok... well, we'll give it a shot here in a minute when you feel ready, ok?

Misty nods, managing a small smile.

Misty Lyn:Thanks, I appreciate it.

Misty looks around for a second, trying to gather herself. Finally, she nods to Gina and the light on the camera fires up.

Gina DiMarcio: Hi, this is Gina DiMarcio for New Era Wrestling and I'm here with current NEW Television Champion, Misty Lyn and Misty... before we get to the usual blither blather, I just want to thank you for making time for this, I know it can't be easy for you.

Misty nods gratefully.

Misty Lyn:Thanks, Gina... and you're right, it hasn't been easy. Michael's been back home with Rory for two weeks now and won't be back until next week sometime but, we'll get there eventually. Nikki and Romeo have been big helps and I think it's time to focus again on why we're here in Japan.

Gina nods.

Gina DiMarcio: So, first off, how are you and how are the Brooklyn Bad Boys?

Misty Lyn:I'm ok considering the circumstances. Rory is in rehab back in New York. I don't know exactly how long he's gonna be there but it's where he needs to be right now and I'm happy he didn't fight it when we asked him to go.

She pauses a second, thinking the rest of her answer out.

Misty Lyn:Michael is... disappointed. I think he was really looking forward to that title match with the Silver Dragons and Diamonds In The Club and I know it killed him to not be able to perform that night like that. It would have gotten to me too.

Gina nods.

Gina DiMarcio: Are you worried about the possible backlash or guilt by association for yourself or Dice?

Misty nods acknowledgingly.

Misty Lyn:Yeah... I called Zoe McDraven to apologize but it's definitely a thought in the back of my head right now. How are things going to be now that Rory has had this little backslide and...

She pauses, seemingly becoming overcome again.

Misty Lyn:I'm sorry, can I have a minute?

Gina nods and Misty looks away, trying to hold on. She takes a deep breath and then nods.

Misty Lyn:I think it really sucks that we have to worry about this at all but I guess it's the nature of the beast. Some people are just going to have problems like this and when it does, collateral damage happens.

Gina nods.

Gina DiMarcio: I'd like to get your thoughts on what Jimmy Helmsley had to say earlier about...

Misty holds up a hand, cutting Gina off before she can finish the question.

Misty Lyn:I'm sorry, but I really don't care what he had to say. He had his chance when he asked to team with Nikki and then blew it by not doing anything to help her. Jimmy Helmsley used to be somebody here but he honestly looks like he hasn't given a damn in months and I'm tired of the Jimmy pity party when it's obviously a put on designed to cover up his lack of give a shit!

Gina DiMarcio: Um, are you aware that he made what could be construed as racist comments about you and New York Knicks star, Jeremy Lin?

Misty looks down, obviously disappointed to hear this.

Misty Lyn:No, I was not.. and let me guess, “we” all look alike and he wanted to know if the two of us were related despite the fact that he's Chinese, I'm Korean and my last name is Nguyen?

Gina nods nervously and Misty just shakes her head.

Misty Lyn:Jesus, Jimmy, why don't you just do us all a favor and join Diamonds In The Club already like you've obviously been getting to do for like a month now! You'd fit right in with the rest of those racist bastards... which...

She pauses and looks from Gina into the camera.

Misty Lyn:By the way, Randy, I'm a gook, not a chink... if you're gonna be a racist asshole, at least try not to be completely retarded about it!

She pauses and then looks back to Gina.

Misty Lyn:It's actually sad that both of them had to go to that when neither of them should need to! I mean, my God, Jimmy Helmsley has been THE Man here! He shouldn't need to be reduced to make bad racist commentary on little old me. Jimmy Helmsley shouldn't have to be reduced to anything and the fact that he is just says that whole “I'll come back for one more match against...” thing needs to end with him going the fuck away! If he's not going to be bothered to even try anymore... the hell with him!

She pauses, shaking her head disgustedly.

Misty Lyn:When are these guys going to learn that if they'd put half as much effort into actually wrestling their matches as they do trying to avoid work, trying to pick up chicks or trying to fake an injury, they'd be unstoppable?

She turns to face the camera again, annoyance written all over her face.

Misty Lyn:Which, hey Jimmy, it works better if you stick with one limb. Constantly switching arms kinda telegraphs that you're really as full of shit as Outkast says you are and you can blame it all on him all you want, but in order to make us pay for his words... you have to prove him right and show the world it was all a complete put-on, that you really did fuck over Nikki Blaine for absolutely no reason and he still wins! See ya Saturday, Jimmy... thanks for the night off!

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