Sweet Tooth for Anarchy

[Chris Madison]

July 12th, 2013
Stonybrook, New York
11:45 P.M.

The scene opens up to near complete darkness. The only source of light creeps around a large wooden door through the cracks that outline the large piece of oak. The occupancy of the room remains unknown. With a twist of the door handle a shadow is seen entering the blacked out room, introducing more light to the scene. The entity walks in with soft footsteps which wouldn't normally if not for the complete silence. The footsteps go towards one of the walls and the outline of an outstretched arm reaches out, flicking on a light switch which illuminates the room with hazy fluorescent lighting. The humming buzz of the lights breaks the silence for the time being.

A young woman stands next to the light switch with a manila folder in hand. Completely delirious to her surroundings, her head is buried into the folder overlooking the paperwork within. Dressed in all white scrubs and a pair of pink croc sandals gave the impression the young woman was fresh out of nursing school. With her light brown hair pulled back into a ponytail she bit her bottom lip while concentrating on the paperwork in her hand. After a few moments of studying her patients charts she finally lifts her head up and nearly jumps out of her own skin.

Chris Madison sat in the corner of the hospital room in a reclining chair facing the lone bed in the room. Secluded in the darkness for a period of time causes Madison to squint his eyes. He ran his hand through his short wavy hair to help it slick back as he inched towards the edge of the chair. He places his hands on top of his knees and pushes off for leverage, helping himself to his feet. "Sorry about that...I didn't mean to scare you..." he whispered as quietly as can be heard.

"No it's okay. I startle very easily. I was just unaware she had visitors, it is past normal hours" she said between giggles, participating in the friendly banter. The nurses youthful bliss was a breath of fresh air.

"Well, how is she doing?"

"Better...progressively better. I actually think she is to be discharged in the morning after the doctor makes his rounds. Barring any unforeseen setbacks of course."

"At least there's some good news..."

"Yeah only thing I can think of is she keeps calling for someone named Chris... She paused for a moment, looking a bit perturbed with herself. "I'm sorry, I got so caught up in the conversation I forgot to ask how you know the patient. This late shift can be quite boring at times."

The room was so quite for a moment it was as if the earth stood still while Chris searched for the right answer. How do you tell the nurse in care of a patient that you are the reason for her multiple attempts at taking her own life. With every smooth line he could think of running through his head, all that could escape his mouth was "I'm Chris...

Her reaction could have been anything. She could have been understanding about the complicated relationship that has placed them in a hospital room at Stonybrook hospital. She could have also been outraged and ordered him to leave, fearing a setback which may keep Kiyomi for a longer period of time. Simply all she could say was, "I guess you'll probably need some time alone with her."

The young nurse exited her patients room, leaving Chris alone with Kiyomi. He stared at her with a million thoughts running rampant through his head. Their near seven year history has had it's ups and downs, naturally, like any intimate relationship would. It baffled Chris to see her stoop to these antics, it just didn't fit her mold. She was a strong woman with strong ties to her family. Taking her own life would be a huge blow to the structure of her family with all the responsibilities she carries. He stood to his feet and gently sat at the end of her bed in an attempt to keep her asleep and peaceful.

"How could you be so dumb" he pried softly. "You have a whole life to look forward to. There's no need to waste time getting upset over me. You know me too well. I'm not the domesticated type. Hell, more than half of our relationship I wasn't even completely faithful to you. For some reason you stuck it out with me. There was something about our bond that you just didn't want to let go. I guess I should have seen the writing on the wall. You stuck with me through so much of my bullshit. I can't let this continue. I truly am grateful for the companionship we shared over the years but now it's officially over. It's time for you to find someone who deserves your love and dedication."

Chris suddenly stops talking and turns his head slightly to the right. A feeling of being watched has overcome him as he discretely tries to peer over his shoulder. Along the wall he notices a the silhouette of a person which comes from the direction of the doorway. He turns the rest of his body to see his dear friend, Frankie Morrison, standing there with a cup of seven eleven coffee in hand. He took a small sip from the cup as Madison rose to his feet.

"You need a minute bud?"

Chris walked over to his friend and extended his hand out. The two embraced with a stern handshake before he responded. "Nah, it's alright. Just do me a favor. Giver her this when she gets discharged." Madison reached into his back pocket and with his right hand he pulled out what appears to be a plane ticket.

Frankie simply looked down at the ticket. "You know better than anyone, she won't accept that from me. She's not leaving without you!"

"And who's fault is that? I slipped away without a problem. You're the one who brought her to the states, trying to talk me out of wrestling. I've taken my bumps throughout my career. That Singapore cane match wasn't anything I couldn't bounce back from. All these stunts she's pulling is on you!"

Frankie just stood there and took the barrage. He knew the feelings between Chris and Kiyomi were strong. He also knew Chris had a legitimate gripe. He leaned back against the door frame waiting for Madison to finish his tirade. "Are you done?" Madison stood quietly for a moment giving Frankie a chance to comment. "Yeah you're right. I helped get her here. I thought you were crazy for wanting to get back in the ring over here. Then after seeing the way Sentinel handled you in that one on one match my suspicions felt right. Sorry for trying to be a good friend!"

"You're not getting paid as my business manager to be my friend. Shit was a whole lot simpler when you kept your nose out of my personal business."

The two men quit their bickering back and forth as their attention turns to the sound of bed sheets wrestling around. Kiyomi lets out a large yawn and stretches her arms out as she sits up in her hospital bed. She rubs the crust out from the corner of her eyes and sees the two men standing near the entrance. Her face lights up in a state of joyful shock when she notices Madison is one of the men.

"CHRIS" she squealed. "I'm so glad you're here."

Madison stepped over towards the bed but glanced backwards at Frankie, as if he blamed him for waking up Kiyomi. Madison sat at the edge of the bed an Kiyomi reached out, grabbing a hold of his hand. With his free hand he scratched at two day old scruff. He was amazed how joyful someone can be after slitting her wrists and downing a bottle of Tylenol with codeine.

"The doctor says I should be out in the morning. Isn't that great news?"

"Yeah. That's excellent." Luckily for Chris, growing up in Japan, Kiyomi wasn't too keen on picking up on sarcasm. "Listen..." He paused for a moment while readjusting the position of his body. Chris had to treat this situation delicately. The relationship at this point was so volatile, it felt like the Palestine and Isreal conflict. "This...Us...We're done. You know this. We haven't been right for awhile. When you get out tomorrow, Frankie is taking you straight to JFK and you are flying back to Japan. No discussion about this!"

She pouts like a child before trying to rebuttal. "But we are not totally broken. Our love can be fixed."

The childlike begging and whining was enough on its own to make Chris want to walk out on her again. It was moments like this which really drove home the reason for his agony. "Ki...it's not healthy for us to be like this. I haven't been happy in over four years. Day after day I existed with a void in my life. I wouldn't even call it truly living. I have been unfaithful and I have been ungrateful. I'm tired of living this lie day after day. I don't deserve you. I never have. You deserve a guy who's going to treat you right. You were the perfect drug for me. A safety net that I fell back on to self medicate my misery. But like a drug it was only a temporary fix, never was I really happy."

"Please...Chris...No..." Kiyomi pleaded while trying to fight back the tears. A chapter in their lives were over and she refuses to come to terms with it.

"Maybe one day I'll be done wrestling. Just not yet. I'm barely scratching the surface. APW has me rejuvenated in a way that I can't explain. My dedication to this industry is my curse, not yours..."

Madison stood to his feet and leaned over Kiyomi, planting a kiss atop her forehead. He walked over to the door where Frankie was still standing, leaning against the frame with his shoulder. Madison smacks Frankie in the chest rather violently and leaves his hand pressed against his sternum. Both men seemed to be at their boiling point as neither blinked an eye. "You better make sure she makes that flight."

Frankie reaches up and replaces Madison's hand with his own. Chris storms out into the hallway as Frankie lowers his arm and stares at the plane ticket in his hand. The sound of Kiyomi sobbing is the last heard and cut off by static. The scene gets snowy and fades to the familiar filming stylings of Madison's handheld camera.

"It's been a long thirteen years and nobody has found a way to kill my career yet!"

"There have been plenty who have tried. Over thirteen years you can't help but develop rivalries which just bring the best out of one another. When I first started it was Warrior, then X-Convict, then under the tutelage of El Oso there was Rage, and Mark Adkins, and Jackson, Sean O'Brien, and perhaps most of all Spiral. These are guys who over the years unknowingly helped Chris Madison elevate to the next level. And now, as I stand before you in the APW, I add a new name to that list, Sentinel!"

"Talon I saw your little rendezvous with the APW camera man. Cute. I'm glad you and Sentinel have a place in this world where you get away from all the crap and clear you minds. Peace and serenity are valuable for a good quality of life. You know how I find my peace and serenity? By creating insanity. It's what makes me happy. Being that thorn in the side of the world. It's what makes me happy. This whole persona of mine is real. It's no shtick like you think. Perhaps it's a bit cynical, but my pleasure is found within everyone else's misery."

"There is a real bitterness in this industry. Backstage politics which can cause even the closest of friends to turn on one another. It seems like every other week there is someone else throwing a temper tantrum. While most get turned off by it and see it as an omen to jump ship, I enjoy it! I grab a bag of popcorn and watch the car wreck happen right in front of my eyes. I guess you can say I have a bit of a sweet tooth for anarchy."

"If you knew me like you claim then you would understand that. You would understand that I refuse to conform to societies standards set forth on how I should behave."

"I'm just glad you two put your shtick aside for a week. It's a bit refreshing to be honest. No benefactor, no nonsense. Just two guys who want to stand toe to toe and beat the hell out of one another!"

"The respect between Sentinel I goes both ways. But if I am getting under your skin Talon, then I'm being true to myself. I forewarned everyone when I stepped into this company that I am loud, brash, and have a passion for controversy. With just a touch of chaos, people will burn this world down and I will be right there with a can of gasoline in hand."

"That respect starts and ends with Sentinel. He is a true warrior at heart and that's why I extended my hand to him. Not as a gesture of solidarity. Simply because I respect the way he carries himself. It takes a lot to stand by and remain quiet in this industry. Most of the time it would actually hinder your career. There's an old saying, the squeaky wheel gets the grease. I'm a firm believer in that. Yet somehow Sentinel has made in this world remaining completely silent. Can't help but tip your hat to him."

"I don't consider this feud of ours coming to an end. It's just getting put on the back burner. As a group itself I still have unresolved issues, mainly Zachariah Blood. But with this being the final meltdown it only seems fitting to at least square away our series. Some could consider you ahead Sentinel. Again though, that mutual respect, it's what makes us think alike. That first showdown was tarnished by Brian Hollywood and his pathetic attempt of being a professional wrestler. There was no drugs involved, he simply isn't near our level. He's always quick to try and use it as a crutch for his performance. Yet he claims we are the whiners..."

"After proving myself on Overdrive by beating five other guys in a battle royal, I'm feeling like I'm on top of my game. I know you won't hesitate to bring the best Sentinel there is to that ring. Rolling you up when you least expected it for the win really lights a fire under your ass doesn't it. You can't avoid losses for ever. It's a matter of what you do with those losses. You can learn from your mistakes, adapt, and try again. Or you can pull a Havok or a Titan, bitch and moan like a teenage girl not getting their way. The warrior mentality in you makes you come back for more. That's why this will never be finished between us. If I win you will go back to that locker room and sulk while trying to piece together what happened. You'll take that moment of solitude and want to prove you can win. Likewise for me. No matter the outcome, one of us will be dissatisfied and will yearn for another chance. It's cyclical like Talon said."

"I just hope you don't wear yourself out with this tag title match the night before. I would hate for a tainted victory over you because you spent it all on winning the tag titles the previous night. I know I'll be raring to go! Just the thought of getting out there knowing you'll give me the best you have in you has me tingling. A simple slip up for me and sure, you may take advantage with devastating power. But Sentinel, just show me the slightest opportunity and I will have you locked up in a submission wishing for me to let up. I don't need much, just a small window and I can put you in any number of holds."

"There is no luck involved in winning this match. It's just an old school battle. Two warriors who will undoubtedly leave it in the ring. Both for their own reasons. I look forward to it big man. I appreciate you setting boundaries with your partner and his woman. Forgive me if I'm still a bit skeptical. Wasn't too long ago Talon was helping you get your foot on the ropes during a pinfall in one of our matches. Not that she will definitely stick her nose in there again, just not going to take her word for it."

"Monday night I'll see you in Mississippi for the mayhem of the final Meltdown. Lets make it memorable!"[/color]

The scene cuts out with static and snow before fading to black.