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Consequences
Topic Started: Dec 14 2016, 02:10 AM (40 Views)
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New Orleans, Louisiana
Mardi Gras 2009

Bourbon Street was packed with it’s normal amount of tourists and natives alike. All were well into their cups, more specifically hurricanes. Eva, her brother Marcus, and her best friend Julian LaCroix are strolling down, Eva and Julian each with a hurricane in hand, while Marcus had to settle for soda. Julian spied Marcus eyeing up his drink and slyly passed it over while Eva was distracted.

Julian LaCroix (in a hushed tone): Hurry up before your sister takes her eyes off the Jamie Dornan look alike up on the balcony.

Marcus guzzled as fast as he can before he passed it back. His eyes took on a glazed look and a wide smile which quickly turns to a very sour expression. He clasped his hand over his mouth and grabbed Julian’s arm.

Julian LaCroix: Oh shit! Come on, mon ami, we gotta find ya a trash can before she sees what I done did!

Julian pulls Marcus down Bourbon a little ways away from Eva, barely getting Marcus’ head in the trash can before he blows chunks everywhere.

Eva turns back to where she assumed Marcus and Julian would be and found nothing but the drunken crowd around her.

Eva Broussard: Sonofabitch! Julian! Marcus!

She looked frantically around, feeling exposed without her two six foot plus bodyguards when she hears a group of male voices surround her.

Male 1: ‘Ey darlin’. Ya look a little lost. Ya want some company? Me and my boys will keep ya safe.

Male 2: Look at dat outfit, boys! Mesh bikini with pasties an’ bootie shorts with fishnets! Mmm, gotta say, I loovvee the Cajun flavor dis time o’ year!

Eva began to back away but hit a hard wall of muscle, the massive arms wrapping around her, lifting her off her feet. She opened her mouth to scream but a large hand clapped over her mouth quickly.

Male 3: Che’s a fighter, boys. I like dem feisty, don’ choo?

They move in unison, hiding Eva in the middle, into a dark and dank alley, throwing her to the ground hard. She moves to get up but is shoved down with an enormous motorcycle boot.

Male 2: Bitch, you ain’t goin’ no where til we’re done wit’ you!

The first male kneeled next to her and delivered a hard right to her temple. Her vision went black and all she could feel were the hard kicks and stomps to her ribs and lower abdomen. She could feel her rib crack, letting out a moan of pain, earning her another hard punch, this time to her mouth.

Male 1: Open your mouth again and you’ll be lucky if ya got any teeth left in dat pretty mouth of yours.

She felt someone tugging at her shorts, but being as tight as they were, they weren’t going anywhere. She heard the flick of a blade and a rough laugh.

Male 3: It’s my turn now. An’ dis bitch is too tasty ta not find out -

At that moment, the young man on top of Eva was flung off, into the dumpster across the alley. Julian heads for the man that had hit her, taking him down with a shoulder tackle, using his 6’ 7” height advantage to keep him on the ground as he pounded heavy lefts and rights into the young man’s face. He lifts his head when he heard the scurrying of feet heading down the alley. Julian looked down at the attacker, who was now unconscious and bleeding profusely. Marcus, who has been at Eva’s side the entire time, cradling her in his arms finally looks up to Julian an immensely scared look on his chiseled face.

Marcus Broussard: Julian. Julian! We gotta get her to da ER NOW!

Julian moved swiftly over to them and takes Eva into his arms, cradling her gently.

Julian LaCroix: Marcus, we gotta get to da car quick. If we don’ get her dere soon...Just head to the end of the alley an’ it's parked on the corner, tossing his keys. NOW!



Three Hours Later

Julian and Marcus paced the waiting area, wearing holes in the floor.

Marcus Broussard: Wat da ‘ell is takin’ so long?! She HAS to be ok! I CAN’T lose her, Julian!

Julian pats Marcus on the shoulder, then pulls him in for a fierce hug, fighting back tears of his own.

Julian LaCroix: I can’t lose ‘er either, mon ami. She’s my best friend an’ I’d be jus’ as lost as you.

A stern, white-haired doctor came through the doors, clipboard in hand.

Dr. Stewart: Mr. Broussard? You’re the next of kin, correct? And Mr. La Croix, you’re also on her list so I can discuss her condition with you both. If you’ll follow me, this is a sensitive matter that needs privacy.

Marcus’ face goes white.

Marcus Broussard: Is she - is she?

Julian LaCroix: Is she dead, Doc?

Dr. Stewart simply motions for them to follow and heads down to his office. When they’ve all taken seats, Dr. Stewart steeples his hands and sighs.

Dr. Stewart: Mr. Broussard, Mr. LaCroix, Ms. Broussard is very lucky you two came along when you did and got her here as fast as you did or things would be a different story. She’s suffered some massive injuries and will need to be sedated for a while to get the pain under control. She has three cracked ribs, one of which came very close to puncturing her lung. Her jaw is broken and had to be wired shut. Her spleen was ruptured but we were able to repair it. But what my concern is the damage to her abdomen, more specifically her uterus.

He pauses, letting out a long, regretful breath.

Dr. Stewart: Her uterus was damaged beyond our capability to repair. I don’t know how to tell you this, but she will never bear children of her own. What concerns me is the psychological damage this will do once she wakes. Is she a strong woman? Resilient?

Julian and Marcus speak at the same time: You’re DAMN RIGHT she IS!!!

Dr. Stewart smiles for the first time.

Dr. Stewart: Well,with a support system like you two, I have no doubt she'll make a full recovery. If you’d like to see her, you can but be warned, she’s bruised and sedated but talk to her. It helps in the healing process.

Marcus and Julian stood up, each shaking the doctor’s hand before exiting his office. As his door closes, both men collapse into tears as they head to her room.

Marcus Broussard: This will kill ‘er ya know. All she’s ever wanted was a family of her own.

Julian just nods.

Julian LaCroix: Believe me, mon ami, je sais.



The scene shifts to a sterile hospital room much like any other. The shot closes in on Eva leaning back on a hospital bed, impeccably made up, her normally black hair is now run through with bold, ruby highlights, dressed in a black satin robe that reveals the white bandage on her breasts and leaves her long legs exposed to the camera.She has a wry smile on her crimson lips as she turns to the camera.

Eva Broussard-Davies: Sandman, sweetheart, I have to give you credit. You played to what you thought was a weakness against my husband. What you failed to understand, is that he understands that I can hold my own. Hurting me only gave him more reason to end your pathetic career. You fucked up, Jason. You stoked the fire in him that you shouldn’t have touched, his family. First David, and then you TRIED to take me out. By the way, failing miserably on that front. When you have ring gear built as well as I do, it takes the bite out of your little game.

She removes the bandage, showing a clear, golden, unblemished skin underneath. With a smirk, she tosses the bandage aside.

Eva Broussard-Davies: A few little blemishes that the best cream money can buy easily remedied and it’s like nothing happened. Although, I am sending you the bill to replace my top, not that your salary could cover it but reparations must be made. I cannot let this trespass go without punishment. And the first punishment will be taking your points, sweetheart.

She leans on her arm, relaxing a bit as her smile turns sadistic.

Eva Broussard-Davies: Your next punishment will come with a condition. You see, your little Butch Match seems a little one sided to me, given that you haven’t allowed Dean his choice, so I’ll make it for you. You either, allow him his choice, or I will punish what you hold dearest. (She shakes her head condescendingly.) You really need to learn the art of negotiation, darling. How much are you willing to give, to bleed, or more specifically, let someone else bleed for your own hubris? Is proving you're better than my husband so important to you that you’ll sacrifice your own?

She tosses her locks back, leaving her cleavage open as she laughs.

Eva Broussard-Davies: Something tells me you’re all about you. No matter who gets hurt. Here’s the simplest explanation, I know I have to break it down for a simpleton like yourself, but here it is. You fired the first shot, Sandman. And you aimed at family, so know it’s our turn. What’s more important? Your pride or my belt? Choose wisely because believe me, we enjoy the pain we inflict. And I’m going to enjoy every minute of our match and you know why? I will remember what you have tried to do to me, what you tried to do to Dean, and what you did to David. For that alone, you will earn every drop of blood that is spilt. And don’t for a second believe that we’re all there is.

Eva crosses her long, golden leg and smirks.

Eva Broussard-Davies: How does it feel to be all alone, Jason? Depending on a little girl and a figment of your imagination to fuel you, to have your back? You’ll be all alone with me in that ring, or will you? I guess you’ll have to wait and see, won’t you? My family means more than that gold does but I’ll be damned if I allow a pathetic, beer belly, schitzo take what’s mine! You’re a pathetic excuse for a father and an even worse excuse for a wrestler. You’re out of your league, Sandman. Maybe you should go back to fighting someone more on your level, you know, like Slade. Or hell, even Ironclad would be more of your speed, although he stands a chance at beating you. How about you go back to the rookie pool and see if you can still swim?

She stares deep into the camera and smiles.

Eva Broussard-Davies: I’ll give you one last chance, Jason. Concede to me and everyone wins. Sounds like a winner to me. I can’t wait to see what your choice is.

She reclines back as the scene fades to black.
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