The TwiZtid One

Chapter 14: Crash
Part I of ??

|Monday Morning - June 11th, 2007|
|Detroit Mercy Hospital|

James groaned loudly and the nurses entered to see what was going on. James hurt all over, but the most pain was in his left lung where the steel had punctured. The nurses quickly administered the painkillers in double doses, but James still graoned. The drugs weren't enough for he, who had spent the better portion of the last ten years choking down codeine with his pancakes.

After two more double doses of Oxycodone, James felt nothing but giddy as he fell asleep, the nurses just glanced to each toher nervously.

"Jesus... how many pills do you think this guy takes in a day?" the head nurse said.

"More than we give out in two days." came the reply from the second.

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I opened my eyes, and found a enormous burning sensation in the left side of my chest. I groaned massively and two retarded nurses came running in the doors, and started to poke me with some needles, but didn't get far before I stopped them.

"I don't need the drugs... let it sting." I said to one nurse grabbing her hand and throwing it aside as though it were paper.

"Sir, that's just the pain talking. You've been in an accident, and you're not thinking clearly." the nurse said.

"Guh... Look lady....uh... I may not be too smart on some days, but this doesn't.... hurt.......real...uh.... really..."

'Okay, so I sounded like a dying moron, sue me.'

"Look... Just tell me, what day it is...guh..... gimme a bottle of whatever you're pumping me with, maybe a crutch, and some.......huah.....soup..... and I'll be fine...really..." I winced through the pain to finish my sentence, truth was I really didn't know if what I was saying would be true or not.

'I kinda hoped it wasn't.'

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|Tuesday evening - June 12th, 2007|
|Detroit Mercy Hospital|

Sadly my hope failed to come to fruition and I did get slowly better. Overall, it had been a better day, the pain still bore down on me every so often, the nurses couldn't help a rock to fly, and I was completely pissed all day long at the OWF. They used my name, and had some hack job who was probably my little brother take a loss in my name. Fucking pricks have done this shit twice now to me. Using my name and some stagehand to put me down. that's DK for ya. I guess he figured he needed someone to fill my shoes after he realized I probably wasn't going to show up.

Of course that wasn't all that had me seething in fury, they then decided to embarass my name with some stick and a couple of Imperium members. You know... It's not that hard to find a guy in the hospital... It's really not. That's quite alright though, I'll be back in the ring next week, hole in my lung or not. I'm just curious as to who the hell my opponent is going to be, that jobber Curtis Williams again, so he can see what the Real James Caine can do in the ring, or maybe they'll match me against Trent Steel so he can finally get the fucking polaroid that he can't beat me. I really don't care, whoever it was was going to lose, and lose bad. It was just that fucking simple. I've been on a horrible streak lately, and that needed to change.

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|Thursday - June 12th, 2007|
|Detroit Mercy Hospital|

By Thursday my anger had risen, my pain slightly lessened, the scent of formeldahyde was making me sick, the taste of the hospital food was burning my mouth, and OWF had decided that Monday night would be against Plague, again. Third time, but most likely not the last, fucking lovely. Of course I can't forget to mention that not a single fucking person had come to see how I was doing.

"Knock, knock..." Tim said making a pathetic knock on the door.

"Well God damn... Somebody does give a shit." I said with no enthusiasm whatsoever.

"I just heard the news today from Corbin, and Alexis. You alright man?" he said as he placed a bunch of banana's on the light brown wooden table next to me.

"Bananas?"

"Flower shop was closed... Gift shop was closed...So... I hit up the grocery store." he said as he pulled a chair to my bedside. "So...how ya doin?" he asked empathetically.

"I had a piece of metal railed through my chest, there's a ginormous hole in my chest, the food is terrible, and that god damned smell is making me nauseous. How the fuck you think I'm doin?" I answered with completely angry sarcasm.

"Ouch... What happened?"

"I really don't have the foggiest fucking idea. I was driving in my car, and that's the last thing I remember before I woke up here to a bunch of retarded blonde nurses."

"Holy fuck man...Sounds like you're just having a shitty week.....So...you were obviously in an accident, do you remember when?"

"Saturday night... I left the bar with Nicci, I dropped her off at her house, and was headed home... Then I woke up here Monday night with a headache, and a hole in my chest, and was looking at myself walk down the ramp in another state at Addiction." I respond, my anger rising.

"How the hell does that work?"

"Simple, an hour after the show starts, DK...or maybe CJ... picks up his phone, calls my house, which Justin lives in now. Justin answers, Whoever called says I didn't show up... Can you fill in? My dumbass brother says "Sure! why not." and there ya have it." I say with no more.

"So you're going against Plague this week, you know that right?"

"Yea, CJ actually gave me a call yesterday morning. Just to inform me of that. Ignore the fact I'm in no shape to even walk right now... He also gave me the script run down." I say, just staring ahead of me at the white walls.

"Really?"

"Yea... Scarred is being eliminated from the stables... With Spaz knocking himself off, you disappearing. Scarred is down to me, Alexis, and Kaige. Alexis, and Corbin have also gone AWOL it would seem.... So Scarred has become just me. I was aiming for a second Anarchy Machine and what I got was nothing short of another Parental Advisory... Pathetic..."

"Yea... sorry bout that... Imperium was just turning out to be too much for me to handle. I was certain I could do it with you, but then they attacked Grace..." he says trailing off.

"Fucking pussy... Imperium attacking Grace should have done one thing, and one thing only."

"What's that?"

"Made it personal... lit a fire under your ass... You should've become hell incarnate, but instead you ran off with your tail between your legs... you're a fucking pussy....get the hell out of my room, before I do what Imperium couldn't... Kill you."

"James... Imperium could've killed me~"

"No they couldn't! They don't believe in attacking a man from the front, and thy can't get a victory without it being scripted... The whole damn thing is a show anyway... My losses to Trent and Plague weren't my fault. They were part of DK and CJ's scripts. That loss to the X-factor wasn't even me! Look at it man, you already know this... It's a god damned show! Hell I'm even losing to Plague again this week. The man will show up to Addiction late, as usual, and he still gets more credit from the powers that be than I do. Fuck OWF... IT's time the real mad man came to town. No more storytelling, or working on my novel."

"Novel?"

"Yea, the one I've been writing in my off time... it's about a guy named James who visits a world much like wonderland, and then a magical fantasyland known as Va'Sheer. He later discovers they're connected, and it's... well... a fucking novel... That's all... Time to put that on hold and put my mind into the OWF... With that being said... I don't need any fucking pussies around me, bringing me and my focus down. So get the fuck gone." I say, and he obliges me with a sad puppy dog face.

He reaches the door and with a disheartened look on his face, turns back to me. "So Scarred is no more then?"

"The only thing Scarred is my pride... and I'm taking that back... I'll play the OWF's silly little game for now... but Shock and Terror will be just that... Shock... and....Terror...." I say and he leaves hanging his head like his tail.

I turned over on my right side, and my left lung shot pain through my entire body. they wanted another stunt... They wanted me to get put down by Imperium just like last week, and I wasn't even there. fine, I'll jump through their silly little hoops since they were giving me a title shot anyway.

What was going through my head though, I just dismembered Scarred. In one sentence I destroyed everything that I had built since coming to OWF. In one conversation I had destroyed whatever was left... Now the only thing left to do was get out of this god forsaken hospital, and make sure OWF knows what they've done. They've broken my character down, tore at my pride... They weren't playing fair, and when James Caine faces those odds... James Caine doesn't like to play nice. It was time to show OWF the meeaning of Twisted Psycho...

I let thoughts run wild through my mind as I just laid there, clutching my side in pain. Somewhere between the anger and pain... I found sleep.


	Chapter 14: Crash Part I of ?? \|Monday Morning - June 11th, 2007\| \|Detroit Mercy Hospital\| James groaned loudly and the nurses entered to see what was going on. James hurt all over, but the most pain was in his left lung where the steel had punctured. The nurses quickly administered the painkillers in double doses, but James still graoned. The drugs weren't enough for he, who had spent the better portion of the last ten years choking down codeine with his pancakes. After two more double doses of Oxycodone, James felt nothing but giddy as he fell asleep, the nurses just glanced to each toher nervously. "Jesus... how many pills do you think this guy takes in a day?" the head nurse said. "More than we give out in two days." came the reply from the second. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I opened my eyes, and found a enormous burning sensation in the left side of my chest. I groaned massively and two retarded nurses came running in the doors, and started to poke me with some needles, but didn't get far before I stopped them. "I don't need the drugs... let it sting." I said to one nurse grabbing her hand and throwing it aside as though it were paper. "Sir, that's just the pain talking. You've been in an accident, and you're not thinking clearly." the nurse said. "Guh... Look lady....uh... I may not be too smart on some days, but this doesn't.... hurt.......real...uh.... really..." 'Okay, so I sounded like a dying moron, sue me.' "Look... Just tell me, what day it is...guh..... gimme a bottle of whatever you're pumping me with, maybe a crutch, and some.......huah.....soup..... and I'll be fine...really..." I winced through the pain to finish my sentence, truth was I really didn't know if what I was saying would be true or not. 'I kinda hoped it wasn't.' ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \|Tuesday evening - June 12th, 2007\| \|Detroit Mercy Hospital\| Sadly my hope failed to come to fruition and I did get slowly better. Overall, it had been a better day, the pain still bore down on me every so often, the nurses couldn't help a rock to fly, and I was completely pissed all day long at the OWF. They used my name, and had some hack job who was probably my little brother take a loss in my name. Fucking pricks have done this shit twice now to me. Using my name and some stagehand to put me down. that's DK for ya. I guess he figured he needed someone to fill my shoes after he realized I probably wasn't going to show up. Of course that wasn't all that had me seething in fury, they then decided to embarass my name with some stick and a couple of Imperium members. You know... It's not that hard to find a guy in the hospital... It's really not. That's quite alright though, I'll be back in the ring next week, hole in my lung or not. I'm just curious as to who the hell my opponent is going to be, that jobber Curtis Williams again, so he can see what the Real James Caine can do in the ring, or maybe they'll match me against Trent Steel so he can finally get the fucking polaroid that he can't beat me. I really don't care, whoever it was was going to lose, and lose bad. It was just that fucking simple. I've been on a horrible streak lately, and that needed to change. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \|Thursday - June 12th, 2007\| \|Detroit Mercy Hospital\| By Thursday my anger had risen, my pain slightly lessened, the scent of formeldahyde was making me sick, the taste of the hospital food was burning my mouth, and OWF had decided that Monday night would be against Plague, again. Third time, but most likely not the last, fucking lovely. Of course I can't forget to mention that not a single fucking person had come to see how I was doing. "Knock, knock..." Tim said making a pathetic knock on the door. "Well God damn... Somebody does give a shit." I said with no enthusiasm whatsoever. "I just heard the news today from Corbin, and Alexis. You alright man?" he said as he placed a bunch of banana's on the light brown wooden table next to me. "Bananas?" "Flower shop was closed... Gift shop was closed...So... I hit up the grocery store." he said as he pulled a chair to my bedside. "So...how ya doin?" he asked empathetically. "I had a piece of metal railed through my chest, there's a ginormous hole in my chest, the food is terrible, and that god damned smell is making me nauseous. How the fuck you think I'm doin?" I answered with completely angry sarcasm. "Ouch... What happened?" "I really don't have the foggiest fucking idea. I was driving in my car, and that's the last thing I remember before I woke up here to a bunch of retarded blonde nurses." "Holy fuck man...Sounds like you're just having a shitty week.....So...you were obviously in an accident, do you remember when?" "Saturday night... I left the bar with Nicci, I dropped her off at her house, and was headed home... Then I woke up here Monday night with a headache, and a hole in my chest, and was looking at myself walk down the ramp in another state at Addiction." I respond, my anger rising. "How the hell does that work?" "Simple, an hour after the show starts, DK...or maybe CJ... picks up his phone, calls my house, which Justin lives in now. Justin answers, Whoever called says I didn't show up... Can you fill in? My dumbass brother says "Sure! why not." and there ya have it." I say with no more. "So you're going against Plague this week, you know that right?" "Yea, CJ actually gave me a call yesterday morning. Just to inform me of that. Ignore the fact I'm in no shape to even walk right now... He also gave me the script run down." I say, just staring ahead of me at the white walls. "Really?" "Yea... Scarred is being eliminated from the stables... With Spaz knocking himself off, you disappearing. Scarred is down to me, Alexis, and Kaige. Alexis, and Corbin have also gone AWOL it would seem.... So Scarred has become just me. I was aiming for a second Anarchy Machine and what I got was nothing short of another Parental Advisory... Pathetic..." "Yea... sorry bout that... Imperium was just turning out to be too much for me to handle. I was certain I could do it with you, but then they attacked Grace..." he says trailing off. "Fucking pussy... Imperium attacking Grace should have done one thing, and one thing only." "What's that?" "Made it personal... lit a fire under your ass... You should've become hell incarnate, but instead you ran off with your tail between your legs... you're a fucking pussy....get the hell out of my room, before I do what Imperium couldn't... Kill you." "James... Imperium could've killed me~" "No they couldn't! They don't believe in attacking a man from the front, and thy can't get a victory without it being scripted... The whole damn thing is a show anyway... My losses to Trent and Plague weren't my fault. They were part of DK and CJ's scripts. That loss to the X-factor wasn't even me! Look at it man, you already know this... It's a god damned show! Hell I'm even losing to Plague again this week. The man will show up to Addiction late, as usual, and he still gets more credit from the powers that be than I do. Fuck OWF... IT's time the real mad man came to town. No more storytelling, or working on my novel." "Novel?" "Yea, the one I've been writing in my off time... it's about a guy named James who visits a world much like wonderland, and then a magical fantasyland known as Va'Sheer. He later discovers they're connected, and it's... well... a fucking novel... That's all... Time to put that on hold and put my mind into the OWF... With that being said... I don't need any fucking pussies around me, bringing me and my focus down. So get the fuck gone." I say, and he obliges me with a sad puppy dog face. He reaches the door and with a disheartened look on his face, turns back to me. "So Scarred is no more then?" "The only thing Scarred is my pride... and I'm taking that back... I'll play the OWF's silly little game for now... but Shock and Terror will be just that... Shock... and....Terror...." I say and he leaves hanging his head like his tail. I turned over on my right side, and my left lung shot pain through my entire body. they wanted another stunt... They wanted me to get put down by Imperium just like last week, and I wasn't even there. fine, I'll jump through their silly little hoops since they were giving me a title shot anyway. What was going through my head though, I just dismembered Scarred. In one sentence I destroyed everything that I had built since coming to OWF. In one conversation I had destroyed whatever was left... Now the only thing left to do was get out of this god forsaken hospital, and make sure OWF knows what they've done. They've broken my character down, tore at my pride... They weren't playing fair, and when James Caine faces those odds... James Caine doesn't like to play nice. It was time to show OWF the meeaning of Twisted Psycho... I let thoughts run wild through my mind as I just laid there, clutching my side in pain. Somewhere between the anger and pain... I found sleep.