Post by Stacy Jones on Jun 4, 2018 10:38:40 GMT -5
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3:34pm, Friday June 1st 2018 - Residence of Stacy Jones, San Francisco, California
The breeze whistled through the trees as the dulcet tones of Adele serenade Stacy Jones from the stereo of her 2018 convertible Mini Cooper. The metallic blue paint dazzled in the June sun as she turned into her driveway and parked up. Hopping out, she put her keys into her mouth to allow her to grab her bags from the back seat and then unclip her iPhone from its cradle on the dashboard. She let out a soft squeal of pain, her back spasming a little. “Fuck…” she exclaimed as she opened the door to her home and walked inside.
Dropping the bags in the hallway, she called out “Honey, I’m home” to an empty home. She’d been alone for a while now, love wasn’t something she saw happening anytime soon, in both of her long-term relationships, there had been promise and deceit. She was used to getting stabbed in the back at work and in business, so she didn’t need it at home too.
She’d thought about getting a dog but felt being on the road so much wouldn’t be fair on the animal. So instead, she had her home comforts. Big TV, big couch, tons of video games. Hell yeah. After tossing her keys into the cute glass bowl she picked up from a yard sale, she made a coffee from the fancy new machine she’d gotten herself and laid out on the couch and untangled her sunglasses from her hair, placing them down on the mahogany coffee table and flicked on the TV, Some Tele-novela called “The Passions of Pedro” was playing. She did know a little Spanish but watching these wasn’t really for the story, more for the hilariously bad acting.
A few chuckles and she flicked the channel, some cooking show with Gordon Ramsay. Another flick, Fox News. “Great, time for some fake news?” she muttered to herself as the presenter talked about a robbery in New Jersey. Stacy yawned and rubbed her eyes a little as she watched on, then the picture changed and next to Sarah Collins, the newscaster was a portrait of a man.
Her heart beat faster like a drum, her skin crawled as if it was the living quarters to a hundred species of vermin. Sweat poured from every pore and the room began to spin. A loud crash. She had dropped her coffee mug which shattered instantly on the wooden floor beneath her, a pool of dark black coffee growing and staining the maple flooring as she stared intently at the words: “Craig Sheldrake – Released from County Jail”.
Her mind flashed in colour and strobe, like a psychedelic kaleidoscope as she got to her feet and stumbled hazily towards the phone on the wall, stepping on a piece of broken china before tripping, falling, her eyes closing and BANG. She was on the floor, out cold.
Blessed Oak Hilton Hotel, Los Angeles, California, August 2012.
It wasn’t the fanciest hotel she’d been to, but she wasn’t going to complain. She was here with Craig Sheldrake. THE Craig Sheldrake. NFL Quarterback and celebrity A-lister. Since leaving NLCW, Stacy had bitten the bug of celebrity and her hooks had found themselves in the flesh of this handsome man.
With eyes a crystal blue and a tidy well-groomed beard that bordered his killer smile, he was everything she had ever wanted in a man. Stacy checked her phone as he checked them into the hotel and then grasped at his hand as they rode the elevator three floors to their suite. He had been on the road for two weeks and she couldn’t wait to have him all to herself in the room. Champagne, bubble baths and those lips of his. She was bubbling with excitement as she stroked his large warm hand in hers.
The door had barely closed behind them before she was jumping up into his strong arms and planting her cherry-glossed lips to his in an embrace as hungry as a fat man at a buffet. He caught her, his hands resting under her bottom as he held her up and took her to the bed, putting her down softly and getting on top. His eyes did little to hide the intentions he had in mind and Stacy smirked as she bit her lip coyly. “Already? We’re not even getting started yet my love…let’s make this last” she said as she kissed his nose gently, making him grin. “What did you have in mind princess?” he asked with his thick Texan accent. She melted. “Well, I’m going to take a shower for starters, why don’t you find something on the TV…I won’t be long…” she said with a wink as she tossed her phone to the bed and headed for the bathroom.
Craig rubbed his hands in anticipation as he stripped off to his boxers and laid back on the bed and flicked through the channels. The same old garbage he was used to ignoring in the background. He was here for one thing and one thing only. Sure, he had just had a victory trip, two road games and both wins, but travelling with the boys wasn’t going to satisfy the urges he had, only Stacy could do that and she was completely naked in the next room, a thought he couldn’t get out of his mind, that is until he hears a phone ring. He looks at his cell and nothing, looking around for the noise, he sees the screen of Stacy’s phone light up with a call. The screen says: “Seth” and he just slides the slider to red to reject the call, putting it down again.
“Seth?” he thought to himself. She’d never mentioned a Jacob before. Maybe someone from work, but if they were that close, surely he’d have heard about him? Nah, probably just overreacting. He put the phone down and focused on the screen, sniffing under his arm to make sure he was all good for the oncoming action.
Beep. Beep. A text message came through on Stacy’s phone. “Where you at?” followed by two more. “I miss you”, “xxx”. Craig threw the phone to the floor. This wasn’t just a friend, was she cheating on him? Fuck that bitch. He got to his feet and marched to the bathroom, lifting his mammoth paw to the door to knock but stopping. ‘No’ he thought. ‘Calm down’ he said to himself and instead headed to the balcony of the hotel suite, looking out to the city as he waited, trying to calm himself.
A few moments passed, a few long moments. Stacy came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around her body as she walked up behind Craig and smiled. “Hey baby…guess who’s back?” she said softly. He turned and looked her up and down. “To the bed…..now…” he ordered and she blinked. She’d never heard him so aggressive before, but it had been two weeks since he’d had any release so she figured she could skip the foreplay just this once. “Alright, easy tiger…” she said as she walked towards the bed, letting the towel fall to the floor as she got there, her perfect peach coloured skin moulded by the gods from her slight shoulders down her back to her perky bottom and thighs.
Craig walked over to the bed and watched as his girlfriend laid on her back, her breasts perfectly taut and perky, her skin soft as he’d ever seen as his eyes looked down to her curvy hips and down between her legs where he wanted to be, her perfect form welcoming his eyes. He got on top of her, his knees on either side of her thighs as he looked into her eyes. “Someone’s been a bad girl…” he said as he looked right at her, a growl in his voice.
Stacy nodded and bit her lip, playing along with the game. God this aggression was a turn-on. She arched her back to give him a better view of her breasts. Craig stroked a large hand around one as he moved it gently up her cheek and to her neck. Then, without a word, he wrapped that hand around her delicate throat and he squeezed. Stacy gulped and gasped. He’d never been into this before but maybe he was just trying something new? She calmed herself as he looked right at her. “Think you could hide it from me, did you?” he muttered.
A flicker of confusion flashed over her face and then sudden panic. He wasn’t playing. She struggled against his hand. He growled. “Think just cos I’m on the road you can go round spreading your legs for anyone huh?” he barked as he slapped her right in the face with his right hand, leaving an instant red hand-print on her. She cried out and tried to fight him off, her hands flailing to his chest, her nails scraping his pectoral area, leaving some red gashes as the world started to swirl around her.
What happened next felt like hours but police told her afterwards was just 13 minutes.
Crack.
Snap.
Slice.
He used his strength to hold her down, to break her jaw, to slash her arm.
Bruised. Broken. He held her down as he forced himself on her. One final humiliation. One final desecration. One final act as a free man. He pulled out of her, not in a moment of wondrous lust or romance, but an abuser. He stood up, he looked down at her. No longer was she a porcelain doll, she was cracked, bruised and whimpering. He spat on her as he got himself dressed.
“Go to him, when you can walk….bitch.” he said snidely as he grabbed his bags and slid into his designer shoes. “Tell anyone about this and next time, I won’t let you off so easy….”
Those were his final words before he left the hotel. She laid there in tears for a good half hour before she could muster the courage to grab her phone from the floor where Craig had tossed it. She picked up the phone…
8:23pm, San Francisco Memorial Hospital, San Francisco, California
A bright light suddenly appeared in front of her closed eyes and Stacy blinked. The world appeared blurry and it took a few moments before her eyes came into focus. Pale green walls, blue noticeboards, a ticking clock. She blinked again and looked down at the canular in the back of her hand. She was in hospital? What happened?
A cough from her right. “Good Morning, Sis. Looks like you just can’t stay out of the hospital, is it the food? Mmm, lumpy mashed potatoes, just like grandma made…but she was a senile old coot” said Seth with a smile. He always used humour to cover his emotions but she could see through it, he was worried for her.
She smiled. “Mmmhmm, just love my lumps” she said as she scowled at the pain in her head which was bandaged. “I can’t believe I fucking fell…I’m such a melon” she said. “You saw the news?” she asked her brother as she sat up in the bed and drank the cup of water that had been placed beside her.
He nodded. “Yeah, I did. Don’t worry, no way will he come anywhere near you. I’ve made sure of it” he said with a smile. She quirked an eyebrow. “You? What could you have done? He’s an A-list celebrity, the only thing you know how to do with them is fu…”. “Ahem” he interrupted her. “I didn’t do that. I’ve just made sure that we’ve got your back, to make sure you feel safe.” He said with a smile.
Stacy scratched her cheek. “Hmm…I don’t like being here. I can’t help but have memories of back then Seth” she said with a sigh. “I know. I really do. But you need to be strong, jokes aside now. You were a victim back then but now? Now you’re a badass. You’ve done MMA, professional wrestling, Stace. You’ve beaten everyone. Men bigger than Craig”.
She glared at him. “Don’t say his fucking name, Seth. Please” she said, her voice quavering. “What I mean is that he tried to make you a victim, to show that he was the boss, that he owned you, but now, he’s a fallen ex-athlete with no career, no sponsorship's, no friends and he’ll be hated everywhere he goes. You? Are you broken? Are you hiding? No, you’re a role model for women everywhere, hell you’re a role model for men. Anyone who has been in a violent relationship in the past sees you on TV beating these men and they rise up. It’s not because you’re beating MEN up and getting revenge Stace, it’s because you’re showing people that if they’re ever suffering, they don’t need to stay victims, they can become so much more” he said with a hand resting on his sisters own.
She blushed and a tear fell down her face. “You’re right…but I’m no ambassador or anything, I just do my job” she said. “I don’t wanna be a hero or a feminist” she said with a chuckle from the back of hewr tired throat. Seth nodded. “I get that but last week, when you lost to Dominator, the fans stood up and cheered, not for his victory, but in celebration of you, of your fight. They like you, they listen to you, they will fight for you” he said. “Though, I should probably call management and tell them you can’t compete at Living a Legacy” he said, pretending to dial the number on his phone, but the screen just reading 0’s.
Stacy sat up and wiped the tears away. “Oh no you don’t” she said with a growl. "I EARNED this title match, I’m gonna be there” she exclaimed. “If the people are going to look up to me, I better damn well show up” she said. “Well, why don’t you say that to them?” he said with a grin as he pulled back the curtain to reveal Kassandra Black, interviewer for PCW.
Stacy glared at her brother again. “Really? When I look like this?” she barked. “What? It’s more genuine this way!” he said and she cursed him under her breath. Kassandra smiled. “Don’t worry Ms Jones, it’ll look fine on TV. It’s our only time to get this online before the match” she explained and Stacy agreed, pressing the button on the side of her bed to sit it up so she could face the camera. “Fine, let’s do it.”
Kassandra nodded and counted down from 5 to 1 and the red light on the camera flicked on. “I am here at San Francisco Memorial Hospital where Stacy Jones is resting after an accident at home. It’s just a week now until Living a Legacy X and you’ll be facing Justin “Stormm” Michaels for the PCW North American Championship, how is this injury going to play into the preparation?”
Stacy listened and nodded. “Well, I’m obviously not gonna get as much gym time as I’d like before the match, but this victory is going to be one where whoever wins, they will do so with their mental game, not their physical one. We’ve seen how well Stormm fights, he’s won all there is to win, he’s beaten everyone there is to beat. He’s practically been a champion every time I’ve met him” she joked. “But me? I’m a fighter, I don’t quit, I’ll keep fighting against the odds because I have the heart and a death wish!” she laughed. “You’ve seen what I can do against opponents like Gerard Angelo and you saw that last week I almost got Dominator, the largest guy I’ve ever been in the ring with”.
Kassandra flipped her papers to find the next question. “Stacy, we just heard that your ex boyfriend, Craig Sheldrake just got release…” “That’s enough, she’s not talking about that, she..” Seth interrupted. “I can speak for myself Seth” replied Stacy. “Yes, I saw he got released. I hope his time behind bars has helped him become a better person, but I want nothing to do with him. If he comes anywhere near PCW or myself, he will meet a bigger threat than just a woman scorned, trust me”.
Seth got up and stood between the bed and the camera. “This interview is over Kassandra” he said and drew the curtain before turning to her. “You can tell the PCW media guys that was a low blow…now get out of here” he said, before heading back to his sister. “Stacy, you gonna be okay? I need to go meet with…I need to go sort something out” he said with a nod as he grabbed his phone. “I’ll be back soon, rest up” he said. “I’m not going anywhere yet, brother. I’ll be hitting the gym tomorrow though, 6am sharp, bruises or no” she answered with a smile. “Proud of you” came the reply as he left her to her thoughts. She closed her eyes; would she dream or sink into another nightmare? Only time would tell.
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If you or anyone you know have been victims of domestic abuse and you’d like to talk about it, please contact the following organisations:
UK: www.nationaldomesticviolencehelpline.org.uk/
US: www.thehotline.org/
Let’s fight this together.
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3:34pm, Friday June 1st 2018 - Residence of Stacy Jones, San Francisco, California
The breeze whistled through the trees as the dulcet tones of Adele serenade Stacy Jones from the stereo of her 2018 convertible Mini Cooper. The metallic blue paint dazzled in the June sun as she turned into her driveway and parked up. Hopping out, she put her keys into her mouth to allow her to grab her bags from the back seat and then unclip her iPhone from its cradle on the dashboard. She let out a soft squeal of pain, her back spasming a little. “Fuck…” she exclaimed as she opened the door to her home and walked inside.
Dropping the bags in the hallway, she called out “Honey, I’m home” to an empty home. She’d been alone for a while now, love wasn’t something she saw happening anytime soon, in both of her long-term relationships, there had been promise and deceit. She was used to getting stabbed in the back at work and in business, so she didn’t need it at home too.
She’d thought about getting a dog but felt being on the road so much wouldn’t be fair on the animal. So instead, she had her home comforts. Big TV, big couch, tons of video games. Hell yeah. After tossing her keys into the cute glass bowl she picked up from a yard sale, she made a coffee from the fancy new machine she’d gotten herself and laid out on the couch and untangled her sunglasses from her hair, placing them down on the mahogany coffee table and flicked on the TV, Some Tele-novela called “The Passions of Pedro” was playing. She did know a little Spanish but watching these wasn’t really for the story, more for the hilariously bad acting.
A few chuckles and she flicked the channel, some cooking show with Gordon Ramsay. Another flick, Fox News. “Great, time for some fake news?” she muttered to herself as the presenter talked about a robbery in New Jersey. Stacy yawned and rubbed her eyes a little as she watched on, then the picture changed and next to Sarah Collins, the newscaster was a portrait of a man.
Her heart beat faster like a drum, her skin crawled as if it was the living quarters to a hundred species of vermin. Sweat poured from every pore and the room began to spin. A loud crash. She had dropped her coffee mug which shattered instantly on the wooden floor beneath her, a pool of dark black coffee growing and staining the maple flooring as she stared intently at the words: “Craig Sheldrake – Released from County Jail”.
Her mind flashed in colour and strobe, like a psychedelic kaleidoscope as she got to her feet and stumbled hazily towards the phone on the wall, stepping on a piece of broken china before tripping, falling, her eyes closing and BANG. She was on the floor, out cold.
Blessed Oak Hilton Hotel, Los Angeles, California, August 2012.
It wasn’t the fanciest hotel she’d been to, but she wasn’t going to complain. She was here with Craig Sheldrake. THE Craig Sheldrake. NFL Quarterback and celebrity A-lister. Since leaving NLCW, Stacy had bitten the bug of celebrity and her hooks had found themselves in the flesh of this handsome man.
With eyes a crystal blue and a tidy well-groomed beard that bordered his killer smile, he was everything she had ever wanted in a man. Stacy checked her phone as he checked them into the hotel and then grasped at his hand as they rode the elevator three floors to their suite. He had been on the road for two weeks and she couldn’t wait to have him all to herself in the room. Champagne, bubble baths and those lips of his. She was bubbling with excitement as she stroked his large warm hand in hers.
The door had barely closed behind them before she was jumping up into his strong arms and planting her cherry-glossed lips to his in an embrace as hungry as a fat man at a buffet. He caught her, his hands resting under her bottom as he held her up and took her to the bed, putting her down softly and getting on top. His eyes did little to hide the intentions he had in mind and Stacy smirked as she bit her lip coyly. “Already? We’re not even getting started yet my love…let’s make this last” she said as she kissed his nose gently, making him grin. “What did you have in mind princess?” he asked with his thick Texan accent. She melted. “Well, I’m going to take a shower for starters, why don’t you find something on the TV…I won’t be long…” she said with a wink as she tossed her phone to the bed and headed for the bathroom.
Craig rubbed his hands in anticipation as he stripped off to his boxers and laid back on the bed and flicked through the channels. The same old garbage he was used to ignoring in the background. He was here for one thing and one thing only. Sure, he had just had a victory trip, two road games and both wins, but travelling with the boys wasn’t going to satisfy the urges he had, only Stacy could do that and she was completely naked in the next room, a thought he couldn’t get out of his mind, that is until he hears a phone ring. He looks at his cell and nothing, looking around for the noise, he sees the screen of Stacy’s phone light up with a call. The screen says: “Seth” and he just slides the slider to red to reject the call, putting it down again.
“Seth?” he thought to himself. She’d never mentioned a Jacob before. Maybe someone from work, but if they were that close, surely he’d have heard about him? Nah, probably just overreacting. He put the phone down and focused on the screen, sniffing under his arm to make sure he was all good for the oncoming action.
Beep. Beep. A text message came through on Stacy’s phone. “Where you at?” followed by two more. “I miss you”, “xxx”. Craig threw the phone to the floor. This wasn’t just a friend, was she cheating on him? Fuck that bitch. He got to his feet and marched to the bathroom, lifting his mammoth paw to the door to knock but stopping. ‘No’ he thought. ‘Calm down’ he said to himself and instead headed to the balcony of the hotel suite, looking out to the city as he waited, trying to calm himself.
A few moments passed, a few long moments. Stacy came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around her body as she walked up behind Craig and smiled. “Hey baby…guess who’s back?” she said softly. He turned and looked her up and down. “To the bed…..now…” he ordered and she blinked. She’d never heard him so aggressive before, but it had been two weeks since he’d had any release so she figured she could skip the foreplay just this once. “Alright, easy tiger…” she said as she walked towards the bed, letting the towel fall to the floor as she got there, her perfect peach coloured skin moulded by the gods from her slight shoulders down her back to her perky bottom and thighs.
Craig walked over to the bed and watched as his girlfriend laid on her back, her breasts perfectly taut and perky, her skin soft as he’d ever seen as his eyes looked down to her curvy hips and down between her legs where he wanted to be, her perfect form welcoming his eyes. He got on top of her, his knees on either side of her thighs as he looked into her eyes. “Someone’s been a bad girl…” he said as he looked right at her, a growl in his voice.
Stacy nodded and bit her lip, playing along with the game. God this aggression was a turn-on. She arched her back to give him a better view of her breasts. Craig stroked a large hand around one as he moved it gently up her cheek and to her neck. Then, without a word, he wrapped that hand around her delicate throat and he squeezed. Stacy gulped and gasped. He’d never been into this before but maybe he was just trying something new? She calmed herself as he looked right at her. “Think you could hide it from me, did you?” he muttered.
A flicker of confusion flashed over her face and then sudden panic. He wasn’t playing. She struggled against his hand. He growled. “Think just cos I’m on the road you can go round spreading your legs for anyone huh?” he barked as he slapped her right in the face with his right hand, leaving an instant red hand-print on her. She cried out and tried to fight him off, her hands flailing to his chest, her nails scraping his pectoral area, leaving some red gashes as the world started to swirl around her.
What happened next felt like hours but police told her afterwards was just 13 minutes.
Crack.
Snap.
Slice.
He used his strength to hold her down, to break her jaw, to slash her arm.
Bruised. Broken. He held her down as he forced himself on her. One final humiliation. One final desecration. One final act as a free man. He pulled out of her, not in a moment of wondrous lust or romance, but an abuser. He stood up, he looked down at her. No longer was she a porcelain doll, she was cracked, bruised and whimpering. He spat on her as he got himself dressed.
“Go to him, when you can walk….bitch.” he said snidely as he grabbed his bags and slid into his designer shoes. “Tell anyone about this and next time, I won’t let you off so easy….”
Those were his final words before he left the hotel. She laid there in tears for a good half hour before she could muster the courage to grab her phone from the floor where Craig had tossed it. She picked up the phone…
8:23pm, San Francisco Memorial Hospital, San Francisco, California
A bright light suddenly appeared in front of her closed eyes and Stacy blinked. The world appeared blurry and it took a few moments before her eyes came into focus. Pale green walls, blue noticeboards, a ticking clock. She blinked again and looked down at the canular in the back of her hand. She was in hospital? What happened?
A cough from her right. “Good Morning, Sis. Looks like you just can’t stay out of the hospital, is it the food? Mmm, lumpy mashed potatoes, just like grandma made…but she was a senile old coot” said Seth with a smile. He always used humour to cover his emotions but she could see through it, he was worried for her.
She smiled. “Mmmhmm, just love my lumps” she said as she scowled at the pain in her head which was bandaged. “I can’t believe I fucking fell…I’m such a melon” she said. “You saw the news?” she asked her brother as she sat up in the bed and drank the cup of water that had been placed beside her.
He nodded. “Yeah, I did. Don’t worry, no way will he come anywhere near you. I’ve made sure of it” he said with a smile. She quirked an eyebrow. “You? What could you have done? He’s an A-list celebrity, the only thing you know how to do with them is fu…”. “Ahem” he interrupted her. “I didn’t do that. I’ve just made sure that we’ve got your back, to make sure you feel safe.” He said with a smile.
Stacy scratched her cheek. “Hmm…I don’t like being here. I can’t help but have memories of back then Seth” she said with a sigh. “I know. I really do. But you need to be strong, jokes aside now. You were a victim back then but now? Now you’re a badass. You’ve done MMA, professional wrestling, Stace. You’ve beaten everyone. Men bigger than Craig”.
She glared at him. “Don’t say his fucking name, Seth. Please” she said, her voice quavering. “What I mean is that he tried to make you a victim, to show that he was the boss, that he owned you, but now, he’s a fallen ex-athlete with no career, no sponsorship's, no friends and he’ll be hated everywhere he goes. You? Are you broken? Are you hiding? No, you’re a role model for women everywhere, hell you’re a role model for men. Anyone who has been in a violent relationship in the past sees you on TV beating these men and they rise up. It’s not because you’re beating MEN up and getting revenge Stace, it’s because you’re showing people that if they’re ever suffering, they don’t need to stay victims, they can become so much more” he said with a hand resting on his sisters own.
She blushed and a tear fell down her face. “You’re right…but I’m no ambassador or anything, I just do my job” she said. “I don’t wanna be a hero or a feminist” she said with a chuckle from the back of hewr tired throat. Seth nodded. “I get that but last week, when you lost to Dominator, the fans stood up and cheered, not for his victory, but in celebration of you, of your fight. They like you, they listen to you, they will fight for you” he said. “Though, I should probably call management and tell them you can’t compete at Living a Legacy” he said, pretending to dial the number on his phone, but the screen just reading 0’s.
Stacy sat up and wiped the tears away. “Oh no you don’t” she said with a growl. "I EARNED this title match, I’m gonna be there” she exclaimed. “If the people are going to look up to me, I better damn well show up” she said. “Well, why don’t you say that to them?” he said with a grin as he pulled back the curtain to reveal Kassandra Black, interviewer for PCW.
Stacy glared at her brother again. “Really? When I look like this?” she barked. “What? It’s more genuine this way!” he said and she cursed him under her breath. Kassandra smiled. “Don’t worry Ms Jones, it’ll look fine on TV. It’s our only time to get this online before the match” she explained and Stacy agreed, pressing the button on the side of her bed to sit it up so she could face the camera. “Fine, let’s do it.”
Kassandra nodded and counted down from 5 to 1 and the red light on the camera flicked on. “I am here at San Francisco Memorial Hospital where Stacy Jones is resting after an accident at home. It’s just a week now until Living a Legacy X and you’ll be facing Justin “Stormm” Michaels for the PCW North American Championship, how is this injury going to play into the preparation?”
Stacy listened and nodded. “Well, I’m obviously not gonna get as much gym time as I’d like before the match, but this victory is going to be one where whoever wins, they will do so with their mental game, not their physical one. We’ve seen how well Stormm fights, he’s won all there is to win, he’s beaten everyone there is to beat. He’s practically been a champion every time I’ve met him” she joked. “But me? I’m a fighter, I don’t quit, I’ll keep fighting against the odds because I have the heart and a death wish!” she laughed. “You’ve seen what I can do against opponents like Gerard Angelo and you saw that last week I almost got Dominator, the largest guy I’ve ever been in the ring with”.
Kassandra flipped her papers to find the next question. “Stacy, we just heard that your ex boyfriend, Craig Sheldrake just got release…” “That’s enough, she’s not talking about that, she..” Seth interrupted. “I can speak for myself Seth” replied Stacy. “Yes, I saw he got released. I hope his time behind bars has helped him become a better person, but I want nothing to do with him. If he comes anywhere near PCW or myself, he will meet a bigger threat than just a woman scorned, trust me”.
Seth got up and stood between the bed and the camera. “This interview is over Kassandra” he said and drew the curtain before turning to her. “You can tell the PCW media guys that was a low blow…now get out of here” he said, before heading back to his sister. “Stacy, you gonna be okay? I need to go meet with…I need to go sort something out” he said with a nod as he grabbed his phone. “I’ll be back soon, rest up” he said. “I’m not going anywhere yet, brother. I’ll be hitting the gym tomorrow though, 6am sharp, bruises or no” she answered with a smile. “Proud of you” came the reply as he left her to her thoughts. She closed her eyes; would she dream or sink into another nightmare? Only time would tell.
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If you or anyone you know have been victims of domestic abuse and you’d like to talk about it, please contact the following organisations:
UK: www.nationaldomesticviolencehelpline.org.uk/
US: www.thehotline.org/
Let’s fight this together.