Post by Alan Envy on Oct 2, 2015 7:09:24 GMT -6
Don’t you just feel like sometimes you have too much on your plate?
Of course I am not talking about food or anything. Hell right now a big plate of biscuits and gravy would be fantastic. There had to be some kind of mom and pop restaurant on this road somewhere here in the backwoods of Kentucky. Yet Al Envy, fresh off his win, and fresh off his elbow being slammed by a steel chair at Ignite 208, was looking through his windshield as he drove down a Kentucky highway. His phone gps was programmed with the address to a long term care hospital in this very state. Where he was finally going to get his answers.
He was pretty sure by now that Scarlet Styles might have figured out maybe Envy found the location to where his ex fiancee Shelby Taylor was being held as she lied in state of coma due to a car crash that happened several months ago. This of course according to everyone that kept her accident and current state of health away from Al Envy was Al’s fault. Yep! She decided to leave him in the middle of the night……..and get into the SUV he bought her as a present, yet her accident was his fault. He always knew her family was a little off in the intelligence department.
So anyways back to that plate being full, in a metaphoric sort of way, because he would love a plate full of biscuits and gravy right now...yeah. He has to deal with this situation, he has to deal with being attacked from every way imaginable physically and emotionally. He has a date with destiny at Justice 7 where he will attempt to finally shake that monkey off his back and win the world title inside Terrordome the match he created. One of his close friends in the business and a fellow Terrordome participant Austen Impact got into a motorcycle crash over the weekend and was in a medically induced coma the last time he checked. He is a single father, he was supposed to be married on Halloween but thanks to Scarlet Styles and her fat mouth that wasn’t happening anymore. Phew, that was a full plate.
But there is one thing about Al Envy. No matter the adversity he faces usually overcomes it. When his professional and personal life were fucked with before by the Styles family it was before Tension in Texas 2010 and he overcame that and beat Johnny Stylez for the World Title. He could overcome this, and he was going to overcome this. It was time for this giant monkey to be shaken away by winning Terrordome at Justice 7.
It all started by beating Tristan Ambrose this past week on Ignite. Yeah the guy did a number on his arm, and of course Al was getting shit for dropping Tristan on his head, and as usual motherfuckers don’t see the big picture they just focus on one thing. Tristan did a great job working on the arm. But sometimes that can backfire on you and the arm really was too weak to lift him but Al did anyways and GBE’d his ass right on his head for the 1...2...3. If you want to blame someone for dropping him on his head blame him. Not me.
Yet on Twitter there is Ambrose complaining about his head trying to get sympathy. If you want sympathy bro you have an advocate and maybe a handful of people that might know who in the hell you are to baby you and continue making you believe you deserve to be in the most high profile match of NEW’s season.
And speaking of not knowing who someone is. We come to the guy that had to wear a shirt that says “Remember Me” to try to remind people who he is. THe only person who thinks that Hunter Valentyne is special or important is Hunter Valentyne. Envy had known Hunter for years and either he can be your best friend or your worst enemy. He and Al have never really been considered close friends despite being in a tag team known as Innovators of Controversy, where just like most partnerships Hunter were in he rode his partner’s coat tails yet takes credit for the team’s success. Do you really need an example besides the team he had with Al?
Does Johnny Stylez and Domestik Disturbance ring a bell?? Or however you are supposed to spell that stupid name of that one sided tag team. The one side being Johnny carrying Hunter around on his back that is.
Yet according to Hunter Valentyne he is the center of the universe, and the funniest fucking thing about him besides his failed attempt to be noticed or relevant recently is he honestly thinks that the only reason why anyone is watching Justice 7 and this Terrordome match is too see him and Rob Riot finally get it on. The only person that is keeping them two from being the most irrelevant people in this match is the fact Tristan Ambrose is in it for God’s sakes. News flash bitch….no one gave a fuck about you and Riot’s whatever the hell that was last season, and no one is going to give a shit about you two in this match.
This is all about one thing. 5 men going into the most demonic structure ever created and killing themselves for this business’s top fucking prize. And anyone that says they don’t give a fuck about being champion that is willing to walk into this thing and putting their bodies through what they will be going through. This isn’t about settling personal rivalries or proving you fucking belong in this match. It's about beginning the final season of New Edge Wrestling with a fucking bang. If you don’t feel that way, then why are you in this match.
However instead of trying to get this elbow healed as quickly as possible and getting ready and focused on this match Al had to basically multitask. Right now Envy was pulled over on the side of the Kentucky highway as he fools with his GPS to repeat the directions. The digitized lady voice that he always thought was pretty fucking sexy was telling him that he had arrived at his destination. Yet he couldn’t friggin see anything since it was still early morning and the sun wasn’t out fully yet. The visibility right now was as cloudy as Austen Impact’s Twitter relationships. You really couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. Like you couldn’t see who was Austen’s girlfriend each and every week.
Al’s phone buzzed in his hand and it was a message from one of his #bulletSCARS buddies telling him that Austen was awake and what a shock…..tweeting…..this morning. It was awesome that Austen was awake finally. Now he can get whatever shit he was going through placed on the back burner because he had a war to get ready for at Justice. Yet right now Al couldn’t worry whether Austen was going to be ready or not. He had his own damn issues to deal with. It wasn’t Al’s problem, no matter being his friend or not, that being the NEW World Heavyweight Champion became too much of a burden that Impact could handle. He spent many a nights listening to Austen tell Al he never thought that there would be so much pressure, even when the company was in between the seasons. Envy was happy that miraculously Austen survived and wasn’t permanently damaged from that accident, yet inside Terrordome Al was going to whatever necessary to, like he said, get that monkey off his back. If that meant beating the living shit out of Austen Impact and putting him out of his misery…..then so be it.
Sunlight finally started peeking out from a rather large thunder cloud in the eastern Kentucky sky and finally visibility seemed to become better to the point that a dirt road came into view. It was right in the exact spot where the GPS told Al that he should make that right turn. As the light became a little more brighter a sign came into view.
Next Step Long Term Care Hospital and Rehabilitation Center
It was the name that he had found on the bill sitting on Scarlet Styles’ desk when he um….visited….the NEW offices a few days ago. Just to make sure he checked the photo on his phone and indeed it was the exact one. Tucking his cell back into his pocket Al threw the truck into drive and made the right turn and headed into the grounds of the hospital.
It was a very peaceful setting. Beautiful trees filled with singing birds dominated the area and the building itself was new looking and well maintained. Scarlet and dear old daddy really have spent Jesse’s money extremely well in keeping Shelby in a place like this. Envy parked the truck and walked up to the front door and saw that indeed the hospital was open. The sliding doors made the front lobby accessible as Al found himself inside. A receptionist sat at the desk with a friendly southern smile on her face.
“Hello sir. May I have the name of the person you are visiting sugar?”
Envy looked around trying to take the place in. He smiled at the receptionist.
Al Envy: Yes ma’am. I am looking for a patient by the name of Shelby Taylor. I am…..an old family friend and just found out about her current situation.
The receptionist typed in her name and waited for the results. After a few seconds she looked up at Al and smiled that sweet smile.
“I am sorry sir. We don’t have that name in our system. Are you sure you have the correct name sweetheart?”
Al just smiles at the kind lady. He pats his hand on the desk and smiles back at her. Of course her name wouldn’t be in the system. Her family were fucking idiots but that kind of stupidity of having her real name in a system couldn’t even be reached by even morons like them. It was almost as laughable as Hunter Valentyne calling himself the Father of New Edge or thinking he is relevant.
Al stepped back and grabbed his cell phone. He walks outside and sees a maintenance man working on something. The maintenance guy casually looks up and locks eyes with Al Envy. His eyes grew in amazement and he dropped what he was holding in his hand.
“No friggin way. You’re Al Envy!!”
The guy ran up to Al and grabbed his hand. The fellow didn’t look to be all there just by the way he moved and his expressions. So even though Envy wasn’t really in the mood to speak with a fan, Al shrugged it off.
Al Envy: Hey there fella. How are you doing?
“Holy shit man. I am such a huge fan of yours. You are like one of my favorite wrestler of all time!! You were in the cRu, which is like my favorite stable ever!! You...you remember when you and Johnny Stylez screwed that bitch Ophelia Pain in the middle of the ring in her own home town and stuff. It was awesome!! Or when you dropped that um….what his name….um Tristan something on his head!! Man I am going to get Justice and watch you beat all of those people up. Seriously Al you are the absolute coolest and bestest wrestler ever!!. Way better than that boring old Rob Riot or that one dude….whats his name….that thinks he invented pro wrestling.
Al Envy: Hunter Valentyne??
“Yeah that loser. Ha for someone that thinks the world revolves around him he sure doesn’t have anything to show for it huh Al?”
Finally Al cut the maintenance worker off. He placed his hand on his shoulder and the dude almost fainted.
Al Envy: Look. It was good meeting you. But I am trying to find a friend of mine that was supposed to be at this hospital. I am going to have to go now, but thanks for being such a fan OK?
“Well...are you sure that your friend isn’t here? We have quite a few people in this place. What does your friend look like?”
Al Envy: She is a blonde headed woman. Very pretty and she is in a coma.
“You mean the pretty one that is in Room 17. She is blonde and really friggin hot haha. She reminded me of your old valet you had before NEW closed. Hey WAIT!!! OMG that really i Shelby!! Why is her name Kathleen then!!”
Al stared at the guy who was now freaking out.
Al Envy: She is here?? Can you take me too her?
“Sure. Anything for the Show Stealer! Come in here through the backdoor. It stinks from the dumpster but her room is like the other hall away from that one ya know. This is so awesome!! Reuniting Al with Shelby!!”
The worker walks quickly and excitedly as he leads Al through the back door and away from the dumpster that reeked as much as the Hunter/Riot feud. After a few more left turns the guy stopped in front of Shelby’s room. Al cautiously looks around to see if anyone that didn’t want Al around were lurking. THe maintenance worker smiles and looks at Envy.
“I walk by this room everyday because she is so pretty to look at.”
Envy walks past him and looks into the room. There she was, looking so peaceful as she just seemed to be sleeping. Yet she was in a coma. She really did look beautiful, and even though just recently Al was engaged he realized just how beautiful she really was Envy started getting that feeling in the pit of his stomach as he walked up slowly to her. He brushed his hand across her cheek. She was warm…..and he could hear her heart beating so peacefully on the monitor. Then he heard faint, and very quick heartbeats from another one.
They were coming from two monitors at the foot of her bed. They were….baby monitors…..
Al stepped back quickly and stared at them. How could this be?? Shelby….Shelby was….she was pregnant!! It was then when Al realized everything. He realized the secret Scarlet refused to tell him on Twitter about her. Yeah she told him of the accident but not this. All she did was tease something else like she teased Jesse’s dick into agreeing to marry her sorry ass. Al was about to faint and caught himself on the chair. He stared at the monitors listening to the extremely quick heartbeats of his kid...wait heartbeats??
Al reached out for her chart. On it her fake name of Kathleen Williams was on the board, and it also noted she was pregnant….with twins….
Al dropped the chart and stared. She was carrying twins. His twins. His babies!! Al stood up and once again walked over to Shelby. He wanted to place his hands on her stomach so he could at least show his babies that their Daddy was here. He pulled her sheets back and her pregnant stomach was now showing. He placed his hands on her stomach….then he was knocked in the floor by something hitting him in his head.
He looked up and there he stood. Shelby and Scarlet’s father. Marcus Taylor.
Marcus Taylor: How dare you…….
Envy stood up and resisted going after this piece of shit and shattering his face all over his head.
Al Envy: How dare I?? Fuck you motherfucker!! How Dare You!!
Envy was now facing Shelby’s dad.
Al Envy: How dare you keep her away from me knowing she was carrying my children!! How dare you make me think she just vanished off the face of the earth because she didn’t love me anymore!! You fucking dare say how dare me!!! You hate me so damn much that you are willing to let your grandchildren inside that woman’s stomach grow up without their father??
Marcus smirks at Al.
Marcus Taylor: Well that has happened to you before hasn’t it. Yeah I know you recently got your oldest daughter back asshole. But just because you have had her back for a few months doesn’t mean you neglecting her for all those years makes you father of the year. I am no longer exposing my child to you, or my grandchildren.
Al Envy: You mean my children, and oh by the way they are MY got damn kids. That trumps them being YOUR grandkids.
Marcus laughs.
Marcus Taylor: You have to find them first. You see I got a call from Scarlet saying that you might have found Shelby when you visited her office. I have already made plans to move her and get her off of this medically induced coma. Her body is heaing and MY grandchildren have made it through that rough patch caused by the accident that YOU fucking caused. And trust me boy...this time. You won’t find her. You will never find her, or “your” children again.
All of a sudden Envy was grabbed by numerous sets of hands. Police officers had arrived behind Al and were handcuffing him.
Marcus Taylor: You want to say goodbye? Dad?
Envy tried to lunge towards Marcus but the cops quickly subdued him. They drag Al away as the maintenance worker who brought Al to Shelby looked on in horror.
“Let Al go!! He has to go fight at the Terrordome!!”
The police take Al out into the lobby past the sweet receptionist who was now standing up and looking at Envy. They take him out the front door and walk Envy to the back of a van. Al looks back towards the front of the hospital and sees Marcus Taylor standing there. He smirks at Envy, flips him off, and nods his head….
The baton from the officer connects with Al’s temple. And Envy crumples to the ground unconcious….
{To be Continued}
Of course I am not talking about food or anything. Hell right now a big plate of biscuits and gravy would be fantastic. There had to be some kind of mom and pop restaurant on this road somewhere here in the backwoods of Kentucky. Yet Al Envy, fresh off his win, and fresh off his elbow being slammed by a steel chair at Ignite 208, was looking through his windshield as he drove down a Kentucky highway. His phone gps was programmed with the address to a long term care hospital in this very state. Where he was finally going to get his answers.
He was pretty sure by now that Scarlet Styles might have figured out maybe Envy found the location to where his ex fiancee Shelby Taylor was being held as she lied in state of coma due to a car crash that happened several months ago. This of course according to everyone that kept her accident and current state of health away from Al Envy was Al’s fault. Yep! She decided to leave him in the middle of the night……..and get into the SUV he bought her as a present, yet her accident was his fault. He always knew her family was a little off in the intelligence department.
So anyways back to that plate being full, in a metaphoric sort of way, because he would love a plate full of biscuits and gravy right now...yeah. He has to deal with this situation, he has to deal with being attacked from every way imaginable physically and emotionally. He has a date with destiny at Justice 7 where he will attempt to finally shake that monkey off his back and win the world title inside Terrordome the match he created. One of his close friends in the business and a fellow Terrordome participant Austen Impact got into a motorcycle crash over the weekend and was in a medically induced coma the last time he checked. He is a single father, he was supposed to be married on Halloween but thanks to Scarlet Styles and her fat mouth that wasn’t happening anymore. Phew, that was a full plate.
But there is one thing about Al Envy. No matter the adversity he faces usually overcomes it. When his professional and personal life were fucked with before by the Styles family it was before Tension in Texas 2010 and he overcame that and beat Johnny Stylez for the World Title. He could overcome this, and he was going to overcome this. It was time for this giant monkey to be shaken away by winning Terrordome at Justice 7.
It all started by beating Tristan Ambrose this past week on Ignite. Yeah the guy did a number on his arm, and of course Al was getting shit for dropping Tristan on his head, and as usual motherfuckers don’t see the big picture they just focus on one thing. Tristan did a great job working on the arm. But sometimes that can backfire on you and the arm really was too weak to lift him but Al did anyways and GBE’d his ass right on his head for the 1...2...3. If you want to blame someone for dropping him on his head blame him. Not me.
Yet on Twitter there is Ambrose complaining about his head trying to get sympathy. If you want sympathy bro you have an advocate and maybe a handful of people that might know who in the hell you are to baby you and continue making you believe you deserve to be in the most high profile match of NEW’s season.
And speaking of not knowing who someone is. We come to the guy that had to wear a shirt that says “Remember Me” to try to remind people who he is. THe only person who thinks that Hunter Valentyne is special or important is Hunter Valentyne. Envy had known Hunter for years and either he can be your best friend or your worst enemy. He and Al have never really been considered close friends despite being in a tag team known as Innovators of Controversy, where just like most partnerships Hunter were in he rode his partner’s coat tails yet takes credit for the team’s success. Do you really need an example besides the team he had with Al?
Does Johnny Stylez and Domestik Disturbance ring a bell?? Or however you are supposed to spell that stupid name of that one sided tag team. The one side being Johnny carrying Hunter around on his back that is.
Yet according to Hunter Valentyne he is the center of the universe, and the funniest fucking thing about him besides his failed attempt to be noticed or relevant recently is he honestly thinks that the only reason why anyone is watching Justice 7 and this Terrordome match is too see him and Rob Riot finally get it on. The only person that is keeping them two from being the most irrelevant people in this match is the fact Tristan Ambrose is in it for God’s sakes. News flash bitch….no one gave a fuck about you and Riot’s whatever the hell that was last season, and no one is going to give a shit about you two in this match.
This is all about one thing. 5 men going into the most demonic structure ever created and killing themselves for this business’s top fucking prize. And anyone that says they don’t give a fuck about being champion that is willing to walk into this thing and putting their bodies through what they will be going through. This isn’t about settling personal rivalries or proving you fucking belong in this match. It's about beginning the final season of New Edge Wrestling with a fucking bang. If you don’t feel that way, then why are you in this match.
However instead of trying to get this elbow healed as quickly as possible and getting ready and focused on this match Al had to basically multitask. Right now Envy was pulled over on the side of the Kentucky highway as he fools with his GPS to repeat the directions. The digitized lady voice that he always thought was pretty fucking sexy was telling him that he had arrived at his destination. Yet he couldn’t friggin see anything since it was still early morning and the sun wasn’t out fully yet. The visibility right now was as cloudy as Austen Impact’s Twitter relationships. You really couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. Like you couldn’t see who was Austen’s girlfriend each and every week.
Al’s phone buzzed in his hand and it was a message from one of his #bulletSCARS buddies telling him that Austen was awake and what a shock…..tweeting…..this morning. It was awesome that Austen was awake finally. Now he can get whatever shit he was going through placed on the back burner because he had a war to get ready for at Justice. Yet right now Al couldn’t worry whether Austen was going to be ready or not. He had his own damn issues to deal with. It wasn’t Al’s problem, no matter being his friend or not, that being the NEW World Heavyweight Champion became too much of a burden that Impact could handle. He spent many a nights listening to Austen tell Al he never thought that there would be so much pressure, even when the company was in between the seasons. Envy was happy that miraculously Austen survived and wasn’t permanently damaged from that accident, yet inside Terrordome Al was going to whatever necessary to, like he said, get that monkey off his back. If that meant beating the living shit out of Austen Impact and putting him out of his misery…..then so be it.
Sunlight finally started peeking out from a rather large thunder cloud in the eastern Kentucky sky and finally visibility seemed to become better to the point that a dirt road came into view. It was right in the exact spot where the GPS told Al that he should make that right turn. As the light became a little more brighter a sign came into view.
Next Step Long Term Care Hospital and Rehabilitation Center
It was the name that he had found on the bill sitting on Scarlet Styles’ desk when he um….visited….the NEW offices a few days ago. Just to make sure he checked the photo on his phone and indeed it was the exact one. Tucking his cell back into his pocket Al threw the truck into drive and made the right turn and headed into the grounds of the hospital.
It was a very peaceful setting. Beautiful trees filled with singing birds dominated the area and the building itself was new looking and well maintained. Scarlet and dear old daddy really have spent Jesse’s money extremely well in keeping Shelby in a place like this. Envy parked the truck and walked up to the front door and saw that indeed the hospital was open. The sliding doors made the front lobby accessible as Al found himself inside. A receptionist sat at the desk with a friendly southern smile on her face.
“Hello sir. May I have the name of the person you are visiting sugar?”
Envy looked around trying to take the place in. He smiled at the receptionist.
Al Envy: Yes ma’am. I am looking for a patient by the name of Shelby Taylor. I am…..an old family friend and just found out about her current situation.
The receptionist typed in her name and waited for the results. After a few seconds she looked up at Al and smiled that sweet smile.
“I am sorry sir. We don’t have that name in our system. Are you sure you have the correct name sweetheart?”
Al just smiles at the kind lady. He pats his hand on the desk and smiles back at her. Of course her name wouldn’t be in the system. Her family were fucking idiots but that kind of stupidity of having her real name in a system couldn’t even be reached by even morons like them. It was almost as laughable as Hunter Valentyne calling himself the Father of New Edge or thinking he is relevant.
Al stepped back and grabbed his cell phone. He walks outside and sees a maintenance man working on something. The maintenance guy casually looks up and locks eyes with Al Envy. His eyes grew in amazement and he dropped what he was holding in his hand.
“No friggin way. You’re Al Envy!!”
The guy ran up to Al and grabbed his hand. The fellow didn’t look to be all there just by the way he moved and his expressions. So even though Envy wasn’t really in the mood to speak with a fan, Al shrugged it off.
Al Envy: Hey there fella. How are you doing?
“Holy shit man. I am such a huge fan of yours. You are like one of my favorite wrestler of all time!! You were in the cRu, which is like my favorite stable ever!! You...you remember when you and Johnny Stylez screwed that bitch Ophelia Pain in the middle of the ring in her own home town and stuff. It was awesome!! Or when you dropped that um….what his name….um Tristan something on his head!! Man I am going to get Justice and watch you beat all of those people up. Seriously Al you are the absolute coolest and bestest wrestler ever!!. Way better than that boring old Rob Riot or that one dude….whats his name….that thinks he invented pro wrestling.
Al Envy: Hunter Valentyne??
“Yeah that loser. Ha for someone that thinks the world revolves around him he sure doesn’t have anything to show for it huh Al?”
Finally Al cut the maintenance worker off. He placed his hand on his shoulder and the dude almost fainted.
Al Envy: Look. It was good meeting you. But I am trying to find a friend of mine that was supposed to be at this hospital. I am going to have to go now, but thanks for being such a fan OK?
“Well...are you sure that your friend isn’t here? We have quite a few people in this place. What does your friend look like?”
Al Envy: She is a blonde headed woman. Very pretty and she is in a coma.
“You mean the pretty one that is in Room 17. She is blonde and really friggin hot haha. She reminded me of your old valet you had before NEW closed. Hey WAIT!!! OMG that really i Shelby!! Why is her name Kathleen then!!”
Al stared at the guy who was now freaking out.
Al Envy: She is here?? Can you take me too her?
“Sure. Anything for the Show Stealer! Come in here through the backdoor. It stinks from the dumpster but her room is like the other hall away from that one ya know. This is so awesome!! Reuniting Al with Shelby!!”
The worker walks quickly and excitedly as he leads Al through the back door and away from the dumpster that reeked as much as the Hunter/Riot feud. After a few more left turns the guy stopped in front of Shelby’s room. Al cautiously looks around to see if anyone that didn’t want Al around were lurking. THe maintenance worker smiles and looks at Envy.
“I walk by this room everyday because she is so pretty to look at.”
Envy walks past him and looks into the room. There she was, looking so peaceful as she just seemed to be sleeping. Yet she was in a coma. She really did look beautiful, and even though just recently Al was engaged he realized just how beautiful she really was Envy started getting that feeling in the pit of his stomach as he walked up slowly to her. He brushed his hand across her cheek. She was warm…..and he could hear her heart beating so peacefully on the monitor. Then he heard faint, and very quick heartbeats from another one.
They were coming from two monitors at the foot of her bed. They were….baby monitors…..
Al stepped back quickly and stared at them. How could this be?? Shelby….Shelby was….she was pregnant!! It was then when Al realized everything. He realized the secret Scarlet refused to tell him on Twitter about her. Yeah she told him of the accident but not this. All she did was tease something else like she teased Jesse’s dick into agreeing to marry her sorry ass. Al was about to faint and caught himself on the chair. He stared at the monitors listening to the extremely quick heartbeats of his kid...wait heartbeats??
Al reached out for her chart. On it her fake name of Kathleen Williams was on the board, and it also noted she was pregnant….with twins….
Al dropped the chart and stared. She was carrying twins. His twins. His babies!! Al stood up and once again walked over to Shelby. He wanted to place his hands on her stomach so he could at least show his babies that their Daddy was here. He pulled her sheets back and her pregnant stomach was now showing. He placed his hands on her stomach….then he was knocked in the floor by something hitting him in his head.
He looked up and there he stood. Shelby and Scarlet’s father. Marcus Taylor.
Marcus Taylor: How dare you…….
Envy stood up and resisted going after this piece of shit and shattering his face all over his head.
Al Envy: How dare I?? Fuck you motherfucker!! How Dare You!!
Envy was now facing Shelby’s dad.
Al Envy: How dare you keep her away from me knowing she was carrying my children!! How dare you make me think she just vanished off the face of the earth because she didn’t love me anymore!! You fucking dare say how dare me!!! You hate me so damn much that you are willing to let your grandchildren inside that woman’s stomach grow up without their father??
Marcus smirks at Al.
Marcus Taylor: Well that has happened to you before hasn’t it. Yeah I know you recently got your oldest daughter back asshole. But just because you have had her back for a few months doesn’t mean you neglecting her for all those years makes you father of the year. I am no longer exposing my child to you, or my grandchildren.
Al Envy: You mean my children, and oh by the way they are MY got damn kids. That trumps them being YOUR grandkids.
Marcus laughs.
Marcus Taylor: You have to find them first. You see I got a call from Scarlet saying that you might have found Shelby when you visited her office. I have already made plans to move her and get her off of this medically induced coma. Her body is heaing and MY grandchildren have made it through that rough patch caused by the accident that YOU fucking caused. And trust me boy...this time. You won’t find her. You will never find her, or “your” children again.
All of a sudden Envy was grabbed by numerous sets of hands. Police officers had arrived behind Al and were handcuffing him.
Marcus Taylor: You want to say goodbye? Dad?
Envy tried to lunge towards Marcus but the cops quickly subdued him. They drag Al away as the maintenance worker who brought Al to Shelby looked on in horror.
“Let Al go!! He has to go fight at the Terrordome!!”
The police take Al out into the lobby past the sweet receptionist who was now standing up and looking at Envy. They take him out the front door and walk Envy to the back of a van. Al looks back towards the front of the hospital and sees Marcus Taylor standing there. He smirks at Envy, flips him off, and nods his head….
The baton from the officer connects with Al’s temple. And Envy crumples to the ground unconcious….
{To be Continued}