Post by "That Girl" Diana Lambardo on Jul 14, 2008 18:38:44 GMT -4
The time was night, pitch dark outside with only traffic lights illuminating the barren road. It was down in a slummy area somewhere; Phil was there, followed by a cameraman. Phil was officially the only person daring enough to go looking for the woman from who we want answers most. Where the FUCK was Diana Lambardo? Well, it was here that Phil found her. A dive bar, containing only her and two others: the bar tender and an old man who shouldn’t be drinking. Phil approached his old friend with much caution. So as not to set her off, not knowing what kind of state she was in he lowered the microphone and softly whispered something in her ear inaudible to us but most likely asking permission to interview her. Diana slowly picked her heavy head up from where it was, hanging over a bundle of empty shot glasses. She looked at Phil, then to the bar tender who must have been serving her for quite some time, as he instinctively grabbed a bottle of Jameson and filled all six glasses, shaking his head. Diana took the first of the six and motioned to Phil that it was all right to interview. He wearily lifted the microphone back to his lips. Normally the words out of Phil’s mouth are all business in the way they are spoken but tonight he could not try to hide his genuine concern.
“Diana,” he pleaded. “Please, tell us what is happening? Is what Jeff said true?”
Diana took the second shot in front of her. “Phil, I don’t know how it got this far.” The desperation in her voice was genuine and laced with whiskey. “He was gone, I was scared and alone and I couldn’t find him, I was scared! Phil, I had no one, we had no one.” She hung her head down and let out a sigh that had a hint of tears in it. She took the third shot. “Jeff came along, out of nowhere and it was like an angel! He offered to help, and he didn’t make it seem like he wanted anything from it! But then so much time passed and I still couldn’t find Kenny and I wanted nothing more than to just go search the world for him.”
“Well Diana,” Phil asked cautiously. “Jeff is the owner of APW, so when Kenny came back he must have told you right away?”
“Yes. But he said that it would jeopardize Kenny’s career if I put all that on him as he was re-entering the business.” She let out a drunken laugh/snort. “Woohoo! We really avoided that, huh? He wanted me to wait for Kenny to get settled into the business before all this drama was thrown on him. So for years, I…” She turned and took the fourth shot. “Years, holding onto this wherever I went, not able to talk to him, to tell him. Jeff said I owed him for what he’d done for me. He’s right about that.”
It was at this point that Phil became so amazed at the complexity of this story he took a seat on the stool next to her and waved the bar tender over, never taking his shocked eyes off of Diana. “Jack and Ginger please. So, then how’d you come to wrestle here.
”
Diana looked at him confused, probably drunk. “Oh…well that was after I couldn’t stand the fact that Kenny was so close and I couldn’t see him. I’d waited long enough it was time to find him. Jeff would only allow it if I were helping the business, you know? Another superstar on the roster to make the ratings go up if nothing else. Ah, the return of Diana Steel turned some heads I’ll say. And still Jeff insisted I not tell Kenny about his son yet. He kept telling me that Kenny wasn’t ready for it yet. And I don’t know why I listened Phil, I don’t! Maybe I was just so dependant on him for so long, I felt like I needed him. So I waited. And then Kenny and I were perfect. Kenny’s career was perfect, my career was better than it ever was. There was no reason for me not to tell him except…”
“Except what???”
Diana laughed and took the fifth shot. “You tell me, when is a good time to tell your fiancé that you had his child three years ago?”
Phil really took a minute to think, and you could see a whole lot of nothing on his face. “I see what you’re saying.”
“That’s what I like about you Phil. You get me. But then Jeff changed. He started getting, demanding. The secret business drove him a little crazy I think. Drove us all crazy. I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought that once we were married Kenny and I could handle this. That after that point I could tell him and we could take it on like it were nothing. But it turns out now that I’ve ruined everything. That I’ve lost my husband, and probably my son and who knows I’ll probably even lose my job. Maybe now Trevor will find some reason to take my daughter away from me completely and I’ll have no one.”
“Mrs. Lambardo…Diana…with all due respect…” Phil took a sip of his drink, making a whiskey face on it’s way down. “If what you’re saying is true…you’re not completely at fault. Hope isn’t lost, you can still make this right!”
“He was pulling the strings to begin with. But why!? Phil…Phil you’re right. I need to figure this out. I need to fight this.” She threw back the last shot and slammed it hard against the bar. “I’m going to get my family. No matter what I have to do.” The conviction in her voice made Phil look a little worried. Even more so when Diana stood up, grabbed her keys and headed to the door.
“Wait, Mrs. Lambardo!” Phil got up to follow her out to the parking lot where Diana was headed toward her Harley Davidson wheels. “Fuck it, Diana! Diana just wait!” His walk turned into a run as she fired it up and started to peel out of the parking lot. “Diana just stop!”
And then, do you know sometimes when something epic is about to happen time seems to be in slow motion. The camera was filming in real time yet everyone witnessing either at home or right there in the parking lot saw it slower than a glacier. Even the roar of Diana’s bike sounded slower as she peeled out of the lot onto the street. At which point a truck driver decided to blow passed his red light, coming to a stop only a few inches before the spot in which Diana had flown to after he hit her. Phil dropped the microphone, and time suddenly sped up again.
“Diana!!!!!” He yelled louder than anyone ever knew he could as he ran, followed hesitantly by his cameraman to Diana’s side. Diana, lying on her back looked upward frantically, unable to move. She had two clutched fists, one of which Phil grabbed a hold of. “Someone call an ambulance!!! Diana, Diana can you hear me??”
Her eyes darted back and forth at the sky as she said over and over. “Kenny? Kenny?” The cameraman then put down his camera and joined the others who had gathered at her side as the sound of sirens could be heard off in the distance. Then, the scene faded to black.
--------hours later--------
Location: unknown but unimportant. A television emits the only light and the only sound as it turns on in this seemingly vacant, dark room. A female newscaster appeared on the screen, stationed behind a desk handling a stack of papers. The papers were surely blank, as she was a drone who was skilled in nothing more than reading words off a prompter.
“Another tragedy to add to the trend among those in the professional wrestling community. Why this group of people have so many traumas we may never understand but tonight we find ourselves sadly reporting another.” Her voice was filled with empathy yet her eyes were focused straight ahead. Faker. “Both an actress and an athlete, a mother and wife, friend only to few; Diana Lambardo, known up till recently as Diana Steel, passed away earlier tonight.” She looked down at her papers as if she were thinking of something to say. Liar. “The young newly wed superstar was driving no more than 20 feet from the bar she had just left when she and her motorcycle were struck by a white commercial truck that had blown a red light. Coroner’s report shows cause of death as trauma to the head and internal bleeding. Since the report also reads that Mrs. Lambardo was definitely intoxicated at the time of the accident, the truck driver and his company he was driving for will get off with little more than a traffic ticket. The company, ironically Budweiser, was unable to comment at this time.” She cleared her throat, but it wasn’t because she was overwhelmed or choking on words. Let’s face it, she’d never watched an episode of Overdrive in her life. She barely knows what professional wrestling is, never mind the person who’s first Eulogy she’s giving. “It is understood that just before this incident, Diana had been involved in some type of traumatic drama involving her husband, children and boss. The nature of this trauma has forced investigators to wait before ruling out the possibility of suicide, although sources from the scene of the crime assure us this was not the case. There will be more as the story of Mrs. Steel-Lambardo unfolds.” She tapped the stack of papers on the desk. Tap Tap, done with the story, moving on. Cold, Heartless.
Tap Tap.
Next Story.
“Diana,” he pleaded. “Please, tell us what is happening? Is what Jeff said true?”
Diana took the second shot in front of her. “Phil, I don’t know how it got this far.” The desperation in her voice was genuine and laced with whiskey. “He was gone, I was scared and alone and I couldn’t find him, I was scared! Phil, I had no one, we had no one.” She hung her head down and let out a sigh that had a hint of tears in it. She took the third shot. “Jeff came along, out of nowhere and it was like an angel! He offered to help, and he didn’t make it seem like he wanted anything from it! But then so much time passed and I still couldn’t find Kenny and I wanted nothing more than to just go search the world for him.”
“Well Diana,” Phil asked cautiously. “Jeff is the owner of APW, so when Kenny came back he must have told you right away?”
“Yes. But he said that it would jeopardize Kenny’s career if I put all that on him as he was re-entering the business.” She let out a drunken laugh/snort. “Woohoo! We really avoided that, huh? He wanted me to wait for Kenny to get settled into the business before all this drama was thrown on him. So for years, I…” She turned and took the fourth shot. “Years, holding onto this wherever I went, not able to talk to him, to tell him. Jeff said I owed him for what he’d done for me. He’s right about that.”
It was at this point that Phil became so amazed at the complexity of this story he took a seat on the stool next to her and waved the bar tender over, never taking his shocked eyes off of Diana. “Jack and Ginger please. So, then how’d you come to wrestle here.
”Diana looked at him confused, probably drunk. “Oh…well that was after I couldn’t stand the fact that Kenny was so close and I couldn’t see him. I’d waited long enough it was time to find him. Jeff would only allow it if I were helping the business, you know? Another superstar on the roster to make the ratings go up if nothing else. Ah, the return of Diana Steel turned some heads I’ll say. And still Jeff insisted I not tell Kenny about his son yet. He kept telling me that Kenny wasn’t ready for it yet. And I don’t know why I listened Phil, I don’t! Maybe I was just so dependant on him for so long, I felt like I needed him. So I waited. And then Kenny and I were perfect. Kenny’s career was perfect, my career was better than it ever was. There was no reason for me not to tell him except…”
“Except what???”
Diana laughed and took the fifth shot. “You tell me, when is a good time to tell your fiancé that you had his child three years ago?”
Phil really took a minute to think, and you could see a whole lot of nothing on his face. “I see what you’re saying.”
“That’s what I like about you Phil. You get me. But then Jeff changed. He started getting, demanding. The secret business drove him a little crazy I think. Drove us all crazy. I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought that once we were married Kenny and I could handle this. That after that point I could tell him and we could take it on like it were nothing. But it turns out now that I’ve ruined everything. That I’ve lost my husband, and probably my son and who knows I’ll probably even lose my job. Maybe now Trevor will find some reason to take my daughter away from me completely and I’ll have no one.”
“Mrs. Lambardo…Diana…with all due respect…” Phil took a sip of his drink, making a whiskey face on it’s way down. “If what you’re saying is true…you’re not completely at fault. Hope isn’t lost, you can still make this right!”
“He was pulling the strings to begin with. But why!? Phil…Phil you’re right. I need to figure this out. I need to fight this.” She threw back the last shot and slammed it hard against the bar. “I’m going to get my family. No matter what I have to do.” The conviction in her voice made Phil look a little worried. Even more so when Diana stood up, grabbed her keys and headed to the door.
“Wait, Mrs. Lambardo!” Phil got up to follow her out to the parking lot where Diana was headed toward her Harley Davidson wheels. “Fuck it, Diana! Diana just wait!” His walk turned into a run as she fired it up and started to peel out of the parking lot. “Diana just stop!”
And then, do you know sometimes when something epic is about to happen time seems to be in slow motion. The camera was filming in real time yet everyone witnessing either at home or right there in the parking lot saw it slower than a glacier. Even the roar of Diana’s bike sounded slower as she peeled out of the lot onto the street. At which point a truck driver decided to blow passed his red light, coming to a stop only a few inches before the spot in which Diana had flown to after he hit her. Phil dropped the microphone, and time suddenly sped up again.
“Diana!!!!!” He yelled louder than anyone ever knew he could as he ran, followed hesitantly by his cameraman to Diana’s side. Diana, lying on her back looked upward frantically, unable to move. She had two clutched fists, one of which Phil grabbed a hold of. “Someone call an ambulance!!! Diana, Diana can you hear me??”
Her eyes darted back and forth at the sky as she said over and over. “Kenny? Kenny?” The cameraman then put down his camera and joined the others who had gathered at her side as the sound of sirens could be heard off in the distance. Then, the scene faded to black.
--------hours later--------
Location: unknown but unimportant. A television emits the only light and the only sound as it turns on in this seemingly vacant, dark room. A female newscaster appeared on the screen, stationed behind a desk handling a stack of papers. The papers were surely blank, as she was a drone who was skilled in nothing more than reading words off a prompter.
“Another tragedy to add to the trend among those in the professional wrestling community. Why this group of people have so many traumas we may never understand but tonight we find ourselves sadly reporting another.” Her voice was filled with empathy yet her eyes were focused straight ahead. Faker. “Both an actress and an athlete, a mother and wife, friend only to few; Diana Lambardo, known up till recently as Diana Steel, passed away earlier tonight.” She looked down at her papers as if she were thinking of something to say. Liar. “The young newly wed superstar was driving no more than 20 feet from the bar she had just left when she and her motorcycle were struck by a white commercial truck that had blown a red light. Coroner’s report shows cause of death as trauma to the head and internal bleeding. Since the report also reads that Mrs. Lambardo was definitely intoxicated at the time of the accident, the truck driver and his company he was driving for will get off with little more than a traffic ticket. The company, ironically Budweiser, was unable to comment at this time.” She cleared her throat, but it wasn’t because she was overwhelmed or choking on words. Let’s face it, she’d never watched an episode of Overdrive in her life. She barely knows what professional wrestling is, never mind the person who’s first Eulogy she’s giving. “It is understood that just before this incident, Diana had been involved in some type of traumatic drama involving her husband, children and boss. The nature of this trauma has forced investigators to wait before ruling out the possibility of suicide, although sources from the scene of the crime assure us this was not the case. There will be more as the story of Mrs. Steel-Lambardo unfolds.” She tapped the stack of papers on the desk. Tap Tap, done with the story, moving on. Cold, Heartless.
Tap Tap.
Next Story.
