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Fight the Good Fight
Topic Started: Oct 8 2015, 09:50 AM (71 Views)
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----------Post JITP #4 - Allegheny General Hospital - September 29th, 2015 - Off Camera-------------
-------------------------------------------The First Night------------------------------------------
[We open with doors bursting open, an ambulance's red and white lights flashing in sequence as two men wheel a bloodied and battered Molly O'Hatherine in on a gurney. They rush down the hall to a station where an older female nurse with greying black hair looks up at them. She blinks, seeing the unconscious freckled redhead.]

Old Nurse: Looks like muggers did a number on this poor woman!

Paramedic 1: No, this happened at the new wrestling joint at the Stables Building.

Old Nurse: You mean The Pitt? What happened to her?

Paramedic 2: Some lady wrestler named Kijo mauled her like a shark in water would. We've got her stable, but she needs a blood transfusion, AB Positive.

[A pair of Nurses, a large male & a blond female step through the doors. The older nurse points to the two of them.]

Old Nurse: Take her to ER Room 3, I'll get Dr. Warric immediately. AB Positive Blood.

[The two nod, taking the gurney from the paramedics and quickly heading through the very doors from whence they came.]

[Sometime in the middle of the night, Molly awakens in a curtain divided room. A blood bag hangs on an IV stand, providing her with life saving blood. Her arm is heavily braced, as is her knee. Memories flood through her from the fight with Kijo. Alone in the darkened room, tears start to flow freely from her eyes. Molly turns over on her side, curling up as she shivers uncontrollably. In her mind she relives terrible nightmarish memories involving horrific beatings from her father as a child. The beeping of her heart monitor nearby becomes rapid. A young female nurse rushes into the room.]

Young Nurse: Ms. O'Hatherine! Is everything ok?

[The water works almost instantly stops, She's quick to wipe the tears from her eyes. Molly's head lifts up to look towards the woman.]

Molly: Oh no no...everythin's fine lass. I was havin' a bit of... eh... anxietae'. Pay it no mind at all!

[The brunette woman nods her head.]

Young Nurse: Dr. Warric was afraid you had lost too much blood. We had a hell of a time finding replacement blood for you.

[Molly arched her brow a bit, rolling flat on her back.]

Molly: Never lost so many pints before. Usuallae' I stop before I pass out.

[The nurse nods again, patting a hand on Molly's shoulder. The Ginger Ninja fights the urge to flinch at the unwarranted touch and looks up at the woman.]

Young Nurse: Let's just say you were lucky we had a bag of AB Positive blood in storage. If you need anything further, Ms. O'Hatherine, please use the buzzer. We'll be right there.

[She turns and steps out of the room, leaving Molly in the dim sub lighting.]

-------------------- The Present - On Camera ------------------------

[We find Molly seated upon a crate in some sort of storage area, her red hair hanging in her freckled face. She's in full ring gear with the addition of padded braces on her right arm and knee. We notice that one thing is absent, her favorite Ginger Ninja headband. She doesn't address the camera at all as she stares upon the floor hard.]

Molly: Kaejo took somethin' from me in our fight. I still have me soul, I still feel and breath, so it wasn't that. She took a piece of me... Now she's walkin' 'round with me headband as if it were some kinda' prize.

[Molly runs her fingers through her hair, a sad look on her face.]

...The beating wasn't tha' worst I had ever taken. That still remains to be the one I took from Ursula Von Rossbach years ago. What makes what Kijo did more special is that I was in no condition to stop her. A fools pride is what bought her the victorae. A fools pride is also what lands me here in tha' delicate position I find meself against Kiora Donovan.

[Her head slowly lifts, those green eyes looking at the camera through those coppery-red strands of ginger hair.]

Molly, why don'tcha' call off tha' match? Molly, why can't ye' let yerself heal up and face her another time? Pride is why I cannae' do that. I have ta' take that chance ta' make sure she hurts no one else. People overlook Kaeora Donovan and that's the last mistake they make. If I were in better shape right now, this would be an easier proposition.

[Looking down, She flexes that braced arm, her fingers curling into a tight fist.]

I'll be honest with all of ye'. I donnae' know if I'll walk away from this match in one piece. It's verae' likelae' I won't be walkin' away from it at all. Kaeora is most dangerous when yer hurt. When she put Diablo Rosa out, Diablo was seriously hurtin' from a match previous, worse than I am right now. When she faced Myra Benedict years ago, Myra was hurtin' in a different way altogether and again, Kaeora took full advantage of it. Those two matches took somethin' from Kaeora each time and if It is indeed my turn ta' follow in tha' footsteps of those who faced her, she won't be walkin' away from this one without gettin' hurt somehow as well.

[She lowers the arm back on her thigh, the fist uncurling. Molly looks back at the camera.]

Sometimes... even if ya' know it's stupid and foolish ta' do so... ya' gotta' stand up fer what's right. Ya' gotta' fight tha' fight, even if it means ta' be tha' end of ye' fer doin' it. If I can't finish her here, then maybe someone else will be inspired ta' do what I couldnae' do.

[Molly shoots a hard gaze at the camera.]

If I'm broken, I'm broken, but donnae' let what happens ta' me become an abstract lesson in why ye' shouldn't cross this woman. I'm willin' tae' fight and die fer what I believe in. Stand fer what ye' believe, donnae' let anythin' discourage ye' from followin' tha' path of right and righteousness. If I fail, fight this woman in my name. Fight Kaeora Donovan and let her know that she hasn't won shyte!

[Slipping off the crate, Molly raises her injured arm into the air, fist clenched tightly.]

Fight the good fight, because if ye' don't, then no one else will and that's how evil wins; When good people do nothin'.

[She remains standing there, fist raised with a look of grim determination written on her face as she stares right into the camera. Slowly we fade to black.]
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