Post by Willow on Jan 30, 2008 11:13:12 GMT -5
A little over eleven minutes of action. She disobeyed the doctor's orders and wrestled anyway. Maybe that was a mistake. She wanted Detroit to go out with a bang, she figured she could help with that at least. Goldie ducked up under her attempt at a collar-and-elbow tie up attempt. Goldie's arms tucked tightly around her waist and then slung her back with a German Suplex Pin. The result of which jarred her badly. She wasn't fully healed. She should have listened to the doctor. She felt the pain spread throughout her neck and into her collar bone. The referee's hand slapped the mat once, twice, thrice, awarding Goldie the win. She released Sakura, who fell limply off to the side, bringing dismay and worry to the crowd as she did. Her hands seemed to instantly, weakly, grab at the front of her neck, right at her collarbone. Her surroundings became blurry in brief instances before the focus reassumed. The referee who was busy raising Goldie's hand in celebration hadn't taken note of her until Goldie had begun to leave the ring. He turned around to see if Sakura had made her way out of the ring yet, to his surprise she hadn't. He made his way quickly over to her, squatting down and placing his hand on her shoulder.
"Sakura? Sakura? Can you hear me?"
"....unggh..."
"Jesus Christ..."
The referee stood up, facing the stage and holding his hands over his head in an 'X' formation. Moments later a small group of four people came out from behind the curtain, a gurney in tow. The crowd were in silence, with the exception of murmurs here and there. It was never good to see a wrestler injured, especially not when they had just returned from one. She should have listened to the doctor. That single thought kept surfacing in her mind. The EMT's reached the ring, two of them rolling in with a brace for her neck and a small yellow board in to which to transport her from the ring to the gurney. The taller EMT lifted her up gently by her back as the shorter one fitted the brace around her neck and slid the board under her. This took no more than a minute. The taller one laid her gently down against the board and the two EMT's slid it gently towards the edge of the ring, where the referee was waiting, with the bottom rope pulled slightly up. The two female EMT's on the outside grabbed the board and pulled it a bit further out. The two men got out of the ring and then aided the two women in transferring the board to the gurney, where they then strapped her down, taking caution not to jar her.
"...guess... that's it..."
The four EMT's were, to put it simply, startled by the weak voice of Sakura. The looked to one another for a moment before looking back to her, the smaller female, who looked to be no more than 20 years old leaned over and said in a gentle and sweet voice.
"Try not to talk sweetie."
Sakura only responded with a small grunt as the four took their places on the sides of the gurney, two on each, and began to roll her up the ramp. One member in the crowd began a silent cheer, which lead to the rest of the crowd joining in. What a way to go out, huh? At least she was being cheered on her way out. Which could be her last time leaving an arena, depending on the damages to her neck and collarbone. She'd surely catch Hell from her doctor for this little 'stunt' as he'd put it. She should have listened to the doctor. The gurney and the EMT's disappeared behind the curtain and continued on to the ambulance waiting outside.
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She jerked awake in her hotel room, gasping heavily. She sat up slowly, grabbing the blanket it and pulling it up slightly as she curled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. Shit. That dream again. That fucking dream. She was sweating again. Just like always. The dream was so vivid. So real. It was like it was happening all over again and that brought the terror back into her. She could still wrestle... But very, very lightly. A match here and there but nothing full time. It saddened her. If she had listened to the doctor. Maybe she would be a wrestler in GCW instead of just a staffer.
She tossed the covers back and swung her legs off the bed. Pushing herself up off the bed she walked across the room, her night gown flowing gently behind her as she made her way into the bathroom. She had to get the sweat off of her and maybe shake the nightmare away too. She pulled the nightgown off slowly and tossed it to the floor as she turned the water to the shower on. All the way hot, quarter of the way cold. Once it warmed up, she stepped in and began to shower.
"Sakura? Sakura? Can you hear me?"
"....unggh..."
"Jesus Christ..."
The referee stood up, facing the stage and holding his hands over his head in an 'X' formation. Moments later a small group of four people came out from behind the curtain, a gurney in tow. The crowd were in silence, with the exception of murmurs here and there. It was never good to see a wrestler injured, especially not when they had just returned from one. She should have listened to the doctor. That single thought kept surfacing in her mind. The EMT's reached the ring, two of them rolling in with a brace for her neck and a small yellow board in to which to transport her from the ring to the gurney. The taller EMT lifted her up gently by her back as the shorter one fitted the brace around her neck and slid the board under her. This took no more than a minute. The taller one laid her gently down against the board and the two EMT's slid it gently towards the edge of the ring, where the referee was waiting, with the bottom rope pulled slightly up. The two female EMT's on the outside grabbed the board and pulled it a bit further out. The two men got out of the ring and then aided the two women in transferring the board to the gurney, where they then strapped her down, taking caution not to jar her.
"...guess... that's it..."
The four EMT's were, to put it simply, startled by the weak voice of Sakura. The looked to one another for a moment before looking back to her, the smaller female, who looked to be no more than 20 years old leaned over and said in a gentle and sweet voice.
"Try not to talk sweetie."
Sakura only responded with a small grunt as the four took their places on the sides of the gurney, two on each, and began to roll her up the ramp. One member in the crowd began a silent cheer, which lead to the rest of the crowd joining in. What a way to go out, huh? At least she was being cheered on her way out. Which could be her last time leaving an arena, depending on the damages to her neck and collarbone. She'd surely catch Hell from her doctor for this little 'stunt' as he'd put it. She should have listened to the doctor. The gurney and the EMT's disappeared behind the curtain and continued on to the ambulance waiting outside.
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She jerked awake in her hotel room, gasping heavily. She sat up slowly, grabbing the blanket it and pulling it up slightly as she curled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. Shit. That dream again. That fucking dream. She was sweating again. Just like always. The dream was so vivid. So real. It was like it was happening all over again and that brought the terror back into her. She could still wrestle... But very, very lightly. A match here and there but nothing full time. It saddened her. If she had listened to the doctor. Maybe she would be a wrestler in GCW instead of just a staffer.
She tossed the covers back and swung her legs off the bed. Pushing herself up off the bed she walked across the room, her night gown flowing gently behind her as she made her way into the bathroom. She had to get the sweat off of her and maybe shake the nightmare away too. She pulled the nightgown off slowly and tossed it to the floor as she turned the water to the shower on. All the way hot, quarter of the way cold. Once it warmed up, she stepped in and began to shower.