Only Fate Will Decide:
Isabella Marie (Izzie) Reilly – A 22-year-old, 4'9", redheaded/green eyed spitfire with attitude, but in a good way.
Paul (Big Show) Wight – WWE wrestler. A wrong step changes his life.
Mark (The Undertaker) Calaway and Glen (Kane) Jacobs – WWE wrestlers. Poor guys didn't know what hit them. It went downhill from there.
Summary: Izzie is in the process of being interviewed for a personal assistant/Girl Friday position with Vince McMahon & company. Her job, if she gets it, is to "take care" of the wrestlers, the McMahons and to do whatever else needs to be done. That is basically it, in a nutshell. The story opens with her attending a wrestling match in Buffalo, NY to "get a feel for what we do here ..."
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"Hey! Look out!" I spun around and there it was … a very large, black wall coming straight at me. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I barely had time to lift up my arms and hold them out to try to hold back the wall. Ok, that soooo did not work!
OUCH! UGH! SPLAT!
I vaguely remember feeling the weight of the world crushing me, scrambling away, and then the pain hit with the first breath I took. Ow! That hurts! Oh! Everything hurts. What the hell did I land in? Eeewww! My head! Oh, look at the pretty stars. Remember Wile E. Coyote trying to catch the Roadrunner and then something falling on his head? Then, you see him sitting there with this lump growing out of the side of his head with stars circling his head and that funny look on his face. That's me, but I am failing to see the humor in the situation.
I try to sit up, but there are all these people everywhere. This is not working!
"Move it! Get out of the way!" I hear this booming voice from the heavens. God?
There is a bunch scuffling noises and then the space clears, kinda like when Moses parted the Red Sea. That's it! I've died haven't I? That wall crushed me and I'm dead and in some funky, perverse version of purgatory, right? With everyone moving, I'm able to sit up a little better. "Ow! My Head! Ugh!" Whoa! Head rush as I try to sit up. I'm moving. Um, OK, did not tell the body to do that.
Wait! I'm standing; and being turned around. Oh goodie, what a lovely dizzy-nauseous feeling I'm having. Ugh … bleck … yuck … What the? Oh look! Another large, black wall. Well at least this one is not falling on me.
"Ma'am, we need to get you to the back to have a trainer check you out," a voice from up above said. Great! Now I'm hearing voices. Again, God?? Look there are two directions I can go here buddy, pick one so I can get an aspirin and a wet nap. I'm feelin' a little sticky … can we say eeeww! What did I land in?? My pants are sticking to my butt. Great! Now, God is going to see what a fat ass he gave me, shit! Ooops! Me thinks I'm not supposed to swear here. Point goes to the dysfunctional retard down front … I'm so going to Hell … I just know it.
Oh wait! I think the wall is talking to me. Well, that's kinda neat … a talking wall, he, he, he! Man, I must have hit my head harder than I thought. The voice is coming from somewhere way above my head so I start looking up to find the source … and up, and up, and up. Oh Goodie! Not only is my head and every other part of my body killing me, but now I also have a kink in my neck.
"Darlin' we need to get you to the back to be checked out," the wall rumbled. Wait, do walls have arms and hands, because someone is holding me upright.
"Huh?" Oh yeah, eloquence thy name is me. "Wait a minute, aren't you supposed to be out there," I said pointing back to the ring as I turn back there. Oh, great idea Isabella Marie! That really was not a good idea; I think the arena moved with me. I turned back again to the talking wall. Yeah, there it goes again. Amazing how flexible this arena is, who would have thought? Ugh!
"Are you sure you're a wrestler? You look like you belong in a biker gang," I complained. His eyes crinkled and he laughed at that. Whoa! He's kinda cute in a tie-me-down and do-naughty-things-to-me-with-whipped-cream kinda way …. Oops! … Damn it! … Shit! …. Keep digging Izzie, not too much farther go … Really, God, you gave me this brain, so it is your fault these things pop in there, because DAAAMMN … you did a fine job on him …. Uh, what was he talking about?
"Sweetie, I really need to get you to the back to be checked out. You took quite a tumble and ...," he started.
"I did not tumble anywhere; I was squashed by a very large wall," I grumbled. Tumbled my ass! The building falls in on me and he says I took a tumble. Asshole! Crap! … Shit! …. Sorry! Sorry! I get cranky and grumpy when I don't feel well, don't hold it against me. Hey, God? You are still listening right? Cause I really don't want to go to Hell….
He snickered at that and started again. "Darlin', we need to have the trainer look at you, you have a nasty bump on your head I'm sure, and I would not be surprised if you don't have a concussion …."
At this point, I'm started to get exasperated at this very large, very tattooed person. "Well duh! Look, you really need to stop with the endearments, okay. I don't know you well enough or, you know at all, for you to be addressing me that way. I mean you are kinda cute, but I really can't allow you to call me pet names," I told him with a pinched look on my face. What? I'm feeling lousy here and he's telling me I might have a concussion. Dumb Ass! I have now figured out that I am not dead … Phew! … No offense God, but I can wait for those introductions.
"Now look ...," he growled.
Something came up behind me and started talking to the wall. How do I know this, you ask? There is a very large shadow being reflected. "What is taking so long? You really need to get her in the back, man! He's freakin' out up there. The ref is catching static from the back. She needs to be out of here. Is she ok? Damn, but if she just isn't a little bitty thing."
I swung back around into yet another wall. This one was black and red. What is it with the walls in this place, God! Oh wait! Yeah, my stomach and head have caught up to me. ... Oh man! No puking on the large tree trunks. "I am not little! You people are just really, really tall." Yeah! You tell 'em Izzie! Must be my fuzzy head, I usually am more eloquent or biting, at the very least.
Snort. "She is being a little difficult," the biker dude replied. Is he laughing at me??
"Well just pick her up and take her back there. It can't be that hard," the red and black wall gripes and reaches out a hand to grab me.
"If you lay one hand on me, I will kick you so hard they will need to surgically remove your testicles from your eye sockets," I snarled. Did I hear a gulp?
Snicker.
Snort.
Gawf.
Oh wait, this wall is another wrestler, the one wearing the mask. He looks a little pale under there and I think he started sweating, or at least sweating more than he was, must have hit a nerve. He, he, he … yeah me! cringes Oh my head!
"Look, Show is really worried about you..." the masked avenger started explaining.
"Yes, thank you, I was enjoying the show until that wall fell on me." I informed him.
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"Huh? No, Show is …" he started again. The bell rang signaling the end of the match and some very loud obnoxious music started blaring. Yeah! That's really helping the jackhammer going off in my head … ugh!
"Do you hear bells? I'm hearing bells. Why am I hearing bells?" I asked, looking between the two of them.
"Huh? 'Taker what is she mumbling about?" the masked avenger asked with a confused look on his face.
"I have no idea," the biker dude grumbled with an exasperated sigh.
All of a sudden, I'm spinning ... Where did the ground go?... Umph! What the? A shoulder? Oh no he didn't! … Hey cute butt! … Focus Izzie! I start squirming, kicking and punching. "You put me down this instant, you overbearing, egotistical Neanderthal!" I start yelling.
"Ow! Damn it woman!" he gripes. slap
The Neanderthal hit me! Spanked my butt he did! "You slapped me! You condescending, chauvinistic son of freakin' bastard! THAT IS IT!" smack "Ow, she hit me!" kick "Ouch!" punch "Quit it!" jab "Damn it! If you don't stop..." he growled.
"You'll what? Spank me again? Asshole put me down! Where are we going? I swear if you don't put me down this instant I am going to gnaw off part of your shoulder! NOW, PUT ME ... !!"
Flip down … room is moving, and oh look, there's the ground… Hello.
"There! Are you happy now?" The biker-dude growled.
"Yes, thaaa..." Oh, sweet, encompassing darkness that is my friend ...
"Oh shit!" I hear. Hands are grabbing me. Shouldn't I be on the floor by now? At least I don't feel like throwing up any more.