Post by Icon Lord Leon Corbin on Mar 1, 2015 14:34:18 GMT -6
Time had passed and for most it was usually a good healer but not for this man. He tried and failed to let the events with his daughter slide, finding himself leaving their London house against his wife's wishes and making it clear as to where he was heading once she’d realised he’d disappeared. But he was calm. The car ride through the streets of London was enough to send most people over the edge, yet he took it all in his stride, evening ignoring the obnoxious behaviour of some of those cursed with the licence to drive. And maybe the slow journey played its part in his composure when he eventually pulled into a car park and cut the engine. A click of a button releases his belt and he opens the door, sliding out and shutting it, following up with a beep as he points his keyfob at the vehicle. He turns to look at the apartment complex, his facial expression giving nothing away as he begins to make his way towards the glass doors. He pushes the double doors open, heading inside. Odd, he thought, as these places usually denied access unless you happen to live in them but what did it matter if it granted him the opportunity he'd thought of constantly since his wife and daughter returned home that evening not so long ago?
He took the stairs, clearly knowing exactly where he was going. He didn’t need to bleed the information out of his stone-y wife on this matter, but his brother sung like a love-struck canary at the thought of having a confrontation with the Ring of Honor Icon. It was the longest spiralled staircase ever. That or his mind was going into overdrive on the way up but he eventually made it and stood in front of the apartment he wanted, the blood on the carpet nearby making it just as obvious as the number on the door. He couldn’t help but stare at the dried-in brown-ish stain, his mind recalling the events as they were told to him by his wife.
The place looked the same as it did before Eva paid her a visit with her daughter. While the décor remained intact the rest of the London apartment was littered with empty bottles, polystyrene packaging likely from kebabs and clothes left where they fell once removed from her body on rampant nights with whomever she picked up at the time. The woman, herself, was sat on an armchair. Her hair was as the same as she woke with it, revealing how much of a natural blonde she really was with dark roots over an inch. Shrouded in both stale and fresh smoke as a cigarette in one hand burned away while the other hand clasped a tumbler of cognac, she was slumped in just French knickers and a vest that showed just how little she’d cared for the self-inflicted wound on her shoulder. It had scabbed over, the skin around it red raw and a little swollen. Staring into space, she takes a pull of her cigarette, exhaling when she hears a knock on the door.
Davina: Shit…
She didn’t need to be sober or a genius to work out who might be at the other side of the door. It’s not as if her location was common knowledge and she wasn’t expecting anyone who did have her address. Even the one night stands were still usually too off their face by the time she’d thrown them out to remember where the hell they’d been the night before to ever turn up at her doorstep. She was on high alert. It could only be two possible people and the chances were it wasn’t going to be the woman who didn’t want to be there in the first place. She stubs out her cigarette in the ashtray and finishes what’s in her glass for a quick boost before she rises and quickly heads to the kitchenette area to grab the very knife she’d driven into herself, the blood still on it, dried and cracking as she picks it up and holds it behind her back to head to the door. There was no use pretending not to be in when the man outside would just as easily take the door off the hinges to see for himself. She takes a deep breath, attempting to keep her nerves in check and unbolts the door, opening it.
Davina: Leon…
He just looks at her, immediately noting the wound on her shoulder. He’d heard all the stories, but seeing the woman in this kind of state in the flesh was almost surreal considering how on point and in control she always was. This, to him, was just a shell, but even so, it did little to get her any sympathy as he moves forward to come inside, Davina just steps aside. There was no use trying to deny him when he’d only force himself in anyway and she knew that. She takes a step back while he blindly closes the door quietly behind him and locks it, the clunk seeming to echo in her ears but that could be any of the vices she’d engaged in that day having that effect if not a little fear. He moves further in, eyeing her carefully and even breaks a brief smile.
Icon Corbin: Put it down…
She didn’t argue, just slowly moved over to the table near the door and gradually sets it down under his watchful eye, backing away again with her arms up. Satisfied, he walks around the apartment, absorbing his surroundings, confident she wouldn’t make the mistake to betray his trust and reach for the knife. He looked disgusted at the sight of the rubbish scattered about the place but not half as much as he did once he spotted a photo of their daughter on the mantelpiece side by side with drug paraphernalia surrounded with dregs of powder she’d not bothered to clear. For her, the silence was uncomfortable. This was a man who was infamous for his verbal and physical outbursts but there was none of that and it made her uncertain especially knowing the reason he was even paying her a visit.
Davina: It wasn’t meant to go the way it did, Leon. I swear.
Icon Corbin: Of course it didn’t…
Davina: I mean it. I really did try to make the effort with Lucy.
Icon Corbin: But she wasn’t interested in you so you did what you always do when you get rejected and did your very fucking best to destroy what you can’t have, right? RIGHT?!
He glares at her from the corner of his eye, then shakes his head. She takes a breath, biting her lip before she tries again.
Davina: Maybe I shouldn’t have gone so far but I wasn’t thinking straight at the time. And yes, I tried to justify myself, who wouldn’t in that situation? I make no apologies for that but she is still my flesh and blood, Leon and I had no ulterior motive for getting in contact.
Icon Corbin: No, that just came when you couldn’t get in her head. If you had any fucking brains you’d have accepted how she felt and maybe let her grow some more, maybe see if she wanted to try again later on. It’s not as if I wouldn’t have given you that chance or not allowed her if she wanted it. Why do you think she even turned up now considering everything?! I have purposely allowed that door to stay open in the hope maybe, just maybe you could change but you can’t, can you? You can’t help yourself. It’s as if you exist purely to destroy whatever you can.
Davina: You talk like you know me, Leon.
Icon Corbin: That’s because I do but do you have any idea how your antics have affected her? How she’s been since you subjected her to something so alien, that no child should ever have to see? She’s having nightmares, unable to sleep. Crying, hysterics.
Davina: And Eva?
Icon Corbin: Don’t worry about her, she’s a big girl and can handle the weird shit. She’s more than used to it, but not my little girl and I’m not sure if I can really forgive you for putting her through that. Making her think that you were attacked? Who the fuck even does that?!
She shakes her head.
Davina: Leon, she will have seen you do worse. A lot worse.
Icon Corbin: She may very well, but never right in front of her and anything she sees on screen is all part of daddy’s job, isn’t it? She’s never had to see anything violent, bloody and fuck knows what else because I can’t get my way!
Davina: Look, I just wanted to get to know my daughter. I’m her mother, Leon. You have no idea how it sickens me to watch that woman try to raise my child when she can hardly take care of herself.
His eyes widen and he holds his arms out for her to look at the squallor she was living in.
Icon Corbin: She’s more of a mother you can ever hope to be, Vina. We all have our own little issues but she has never let anything affect those children. NEVER! She always puts them first, even if it means denying herself the thing she loves most just to make them happy. The world has a fucked up sense of humour if you think about the kind of people we are but we have given those kids a secure home, a safe environment, love and encouragement and they are thriving in it. It’s my absolute fucking pleasure and privilege to watch them grow into real little people and it wouldn’t occur to me or my wife to mentally fuck them up in the way you tried with Lucy. So, say what you want about Evalyn but she’s a damn good fucking woman and she puts you to shame!
She grinned, licking the side of her lip but couldn’t bring herself to look directly at him. She didn’t like what he said and he didn’t care one way or the other if she did or not.
Icon Corbin: But since you’re so enthusiastic about wanting to get to know her, I can tell you what you want to know, if you even care to really know who she is. I mean, it’s not as if you’ll get to find out for yourself at the rate you’re going.
She perks up a bit but tries not to let it show while he slips his hands in his pockets, pacing a little but never letting her out of his sight.
Icon Corbin: If you were a different person, you’d love her like I do. She’s a smart one, top of her class, you know. She loves to draw and looks forward to going to Karate. Has even earned her red belt just a month ago. Her favourite colour is blue and she has a crush on a little boy in her class called Christopher but still thinks he’s stupid like the rest of the boys are. She loves to read and her favourite book is The Wind in the Willows. She loves getting as many books as she can from the library. Her favourite food is pasta but is open to most things. She loves to bake, especially cupcakes and has even sold some in the front garden, making herself a little money and putting it into her savings account. She’s really something special, Vina…
She actually musters a smile, bittersweet as it was but he wasn’t content to let her have her moment.
Icon Corbin: But you’ll never know. Because you’re too intent on ruining everything to be appreciative. She’ll be okay, I’ll make absolutely fucking sure of it, but you? Where does that leave you? Where will you be while she becomes a beautiful woman one day, ay? Dead, maybe? I mean, if you can’t wreck other people you wreck yourself, is that it? I’ve always wondered what makes you the way you are, why you are so destructive and I’ve never really quite come to any real conclusion. Maybe you’re just sick, undiagnosed. Maybe it’s your upbringing. Mummy not want you?
Davina: I’m not having this conversation with you.
She seemed to shut down a part of herself, eyes glaring to the carpet, what little of it that could be seen, and heads for the packet of cigarettes on the table. She quickly takes one out of the packet and drops it in favour of the lighter it fell next to so she could bring the cherry to a brilliant glow after a few clicks.
Icon Corbin: Why not? Who even are you? I suppose you’re right when you say I don’t know you because no one really does, do they? How do you become the kind of person you are? What has to happen to a person that they can commit the kind of atrocities you do, still sleep soundly at night and go back for more?
She doesn’t respond, she just walks past him.
Icon Corbin: Come on. You wanted that badly to be a part of my life but if you had been do you really think I wouldn’t have wanted to know what was going to be standing at my side? Tell me who you are. I want to know what makes you tick. I want to know the real Davina Cameron. Tell me all about who she is…
It didn’t take long for a nervous disposition to appear on the woman, her hands visibly shaking that she struggled to put the cigarette between her lips before giving up entirely and placing it in the ashtray. She wasn’t going to delve there. For what reason no one knew. The woman who had done her very best to expose others was the one shrouded most in mystery and she liked to keep it that way. She moves around anxiously, grabbing a skimpy top from the floor and tries to fold it but drops it back on the floor the moment she spots dried on beer and grabs a carrier bag from the floor instead.
Icon Corbin: Well?
He watches as she just makes herself busy with litter picking, trying to fill the bag with whatever she could get her hands on.
Icon Corbin: Don’t ignore me…
But that’s exactly what she was doing and this wasn’t a man who simply allowed himself to be disregarded on a personal or professional level. He walks over to her, the woman snatching an empty scrunched up cigarette packet to slip into her bag when she suddenly feels the thumb of the World champion entering the wound on her shoulder. She yelps, the scab separating from the skin and allowing the digit entry deep into the wound and she’s quick to stand as he pulls upwards, holding her by it as the two stand face to face.
Davina: That hurts!
Icon Corbin: I’m really fucking trying here, you know. I’m trying to make sense of all this shit and the least you could is fucking cooperate with me! I give you chance after chance and all you do is defy me and squander it!
Davina: Get off me, please!
Icon Corbin: Are you…begging for mercy?
With his thumb deep into the gash, the blood was already seeping, dribbling down to his wrist and dripping from her underarm, gaining a little pressure as he forces her backwards against the wall. He presses himself against her to hold her there, the combination of alcohol, narcotics, nicotine and agony making her feel nauseous to the point she was beginning to retch and her head swayed until he grabbed her by the jaw with his other hand.
Icon Corbin: Did you show mercy when you had my pregnant wife on the floor in her own home and kicked her in the stomach so she could lose my children? Did you show mercy then? Shit, even I haven’t beaten a pregnant woman, Davina. You win! And that’s all that matters to you, isn’t it? That you win because even though you can never be truly content, you cannot bear to see anyone else happy. So you set a goal to ruin it, and when you reach that goal and devastate them, that’s a fucking victory to you, isn’t it? ISN’T IT?!
He shoves her by the face. She heaves some more, her weight pulling down on him. He was the only thing keeping her upright at that moment.
Icon Corbin: You’re pathetic. I don’t know why you are the way you are and I suppose I don’t really fucking care either but there is a small part of me that actually pities you. You’ve got no friends, obviously no family either to speak of and I bet you don’t even know who the fuck your neighbours are. They probably don’t even know who you are either and what’s worse is that you would be one of those tragic cases where you could be lying dead in here for weeks, months, even years and no one would even know until a complaint is made about the stench coming from inside and they’re forced to investigate. Pretty fucking sad really, don’t you think?
All he receives is a groan from the ailing woman.
Icon Corbin: You don’t look too well. I think you had better lie down!
The lack of sincerity in his words were made even more obvious once he pulled her away from the wall, dragged her by the wound and her hair, then tossed her onto the double bed some feet away. Her body bounced on impact and no good could come of this but was being on a bed the worst place when you felt sick already? In a flash he slides on top of her, his weight holding her down and a grin creeping onto his face as he smears her own blood all over her face and backhands her the second she tries to shrug him off. Sliding a hand in her hair, he leans in, holding her head in place, teeth clenched as his voice becomes just more than a whisper.
Icon Corbin: You are a very lucky woman, do you realise that? Lucky because I am a married man and wouldn’t make the same mistake twice but that doesn’t mean it’s not beyond me to strip you of what little fucking dignity you have left. As it stands, I wouldn’t be able to get it up for you anyway so give yourself a pat on the back for being a disgusting bitch and for making me fuck up once before. Well done!
In spite of his words, he eyes the woman all over then leans in closer, pressing his lips on hers. She was confused but that was short lived once he held her face tight with one hand and pinched her nostrils together, literally sucking the life out of the woman. She flailed, her movements getting even more aggressive but she didn’t have the strength to move him. Even as she clawed his face and drew blood it wasn’t until he could feel her weaken that he decided to stop, his lips stained with her blood. She took a huge gasp, desperate for air but he backhands her across the face again, hard enough that he could feel her jaw dislodge, the woman lying motionless with her head to the side.
Icon Corbin: Enough is enough, do you understand?! I can’t keep doing this! I can’t keep letting you hurt my family! I’d rather have to be locked up a lifetime than ever see that fucking look on my baby’s face again or my wife in a near vegetative state or even my babies in intensive care! You could never replace them, ever! You’re just hollow, a nasty bitch who just so happens to have the body of a human and quite frankly, people like you are better off dead. Props to you for putting yourself on that path but I would love to give you a helping fucking hand! It’s not as if anyone’s gonna fucking miss you when even the wrestling industry is more than happy to let your filthy fucking carcass rot!
He pushes himself off her, head frantically looking around the room when he spots a stash of unopened bottles of brandy. He homes right in, snatching two and heads back to her at the same time he opens both bottles. Out of it, she barely feels it as she’s being doused in alcohol, the liquid of the bottles saturating her sheets and the few items of clothing she was wearing. He tosses the bottles against the wall near the bed, the woman jolting from the smash feet from her head when he searches the room again, heading for the table but the cigarette she’d lit had already burned to the butt. He grabs the lighter instead, storming back to the bed and standing over the biological mother of his oldest daughter.
Icon Corbin: This is it. This is point where I finally get rid of the bane of my life and everyone else’s and I really do not care what happens next. Fuck, with what you’ve done, even my worst enemy would probably give me an alibi anyway!
He leans in closer, eyes on the woman who was either too weak to move or paralysed by fear. He holds out the lighter, finger on the ready and begins to push down but the mental struggle becomes apparent as he just stays in the same position, fighting with the side of himself that wouldn’t think twice to set the woman alight. His hand shakes, finger tips turning white where he’s squeezing the lighter so tight until he closes his eyes and cocks his head back, trying to take control. She can’t even look at him, her eyes nothing but glassy and glazed over while her mouth hangs open and askew.
Icon Corbin: Did I mention you were a lucky woman…?
He exhales heavily and audibly, straightening up and tosses the lighter on the bed beside her then ignores her to make his way to leave but his eye catches the mantelpiece once again.
Icon Corbin: No…No, no, no…
He makes a beeline for the mantelpiece, taking the photo of his daughter with him as he heads for the door and leaves the apartment as quietly as he’d entered it. At the sound of the click of the latch she lets out a gasp of relief, holding herself as she’s left to weep.
He took the stairs, clearly knowing exactly where he was going. He didn’t need to bleed the information out of his stone-y wife on this matter, but his brother sung like a love-struck canary at the thought of having a confrontation with the Ring of Honor Icon. It was the longest spiralled staircase ever. That or his mind was going into overdrive on the way up but he eventually made it and stood in front of the apartment he wanted, the blood on the carpet nearby making it just as obvious as the number on the door. He couldn’t help but stare at the dried-in brown-ish stain, his mind recalling the events as they were told to him by his wife.
***
The place looked the same as it did before Eva paid her a visit with her daughter. While the décor remained intact the rest of the London apartment was littered with empty bottles, polystyrene packaging likely from kebabs and clothes left where they fell once removed from her body on rampant nights with whomever she picked up at the time. The woman, herself, was sat on an armchair. Her hair was as the same as she woke with it, revealing how much of a natural blonde she really was with dark roots over an inch. Shrouded in both stale and fresh smoke as a cigarette in one hand burned away while the other hand clasped a tumbler of cognac, she was slumped in just French knickers and a vest that showed just how little she’d cared for the self-inflicted wound on her shoulder. It had scabbed over, the skin around it red raw and a little swollen. Staring into space, she takes a pull of her cigarette, exhaling when she hears a knock on the door.
Davina: Shit…
She didn’t need to be sober or a genius to work out who might be at the other side of the door. It’s not as if her location was common knowledge and she wasn’t expecting anyone who did have her address. Even the one night stands were still usually too off their face by the time she’d thrown them out to remember where the hell they’d been the night before to ever turn up at her doorstep. She was on high alert. It could only be two possible people and the chances were it wasn’t going to be the woman who didn’t want to be there in the first place. She stubs out her cigarette in the ashtray and finishes what’s in her glass for a quick boost before she rises and quickly heads to the kitchenette area to grab the very knife she’d driven into herself, the blood still on it, dried and cracking as she picks it up and holds it behind her back to head to the door. There was no use pretending not to be in when the man outside would just as easily take the door off the hinges to see for himself. She takes a deep breath, attempting to keep her nerves in check and unbolts the door, opening it.
Davina: Leon…
He just looks at her, immediately noting the wound on her shoulder. He’d heard all the stories, but seeing the woman in this kind of state in the flesh was almost surreal considering how on point and in control she always was. This, to him, was just a shell, but even so, it did little to get her any sympathy as he moves forward to come inside, Davina just steps aside. There was no use trying to deny him when he’d only force himself in anyway and she knew that. She takes a step back while he blindly closes the door quietly behind him and locks it, the clunk seeming to echo in her ears but that could be any of the vices she’d engaged in that day having that effect if not a little fear. He moves further in, eyeing her carefully and even breaks a brief smile.
Icon Corbin: Put it down…
She didn’t argue, just slowly moved over to the table near the door and gradually sets it down under his watchful eye, backing away again with her arms up. Satisfied, he walks around the apartment, absorbing his surroundings, confident she wouldn’t make the mistake to betray his trust and reach for the knife. He looked disgusted at the sight of the rubbish scattered about the place but not half as much as he did once he spotted a photo of their daughter on the mantelpiece side by side with drug paraphernalia surrounded with dregs of powder she’d not bothered to clear. For her, the silence was uncomfortable. This was a man who was infamous for his verbal and physical outbursts but there was none of that and it made her uncertain especially knowing the reason he was even paying her a visit.
Davina: It wasn’t meant to go the way it did, Leon. I swear.
Icon Corbin: Of course it didn’t…
Davina: I mean it. I really did try to make the effort with Lucy.
Icon Corbin: But she wasn’t interested in you so you did what you always do when you get rejected and did your very fucking best to destroy what you can’t have, right? RIGHT?!
He glares at her from the corner of his eye, then shakes his head. She takes a breath, biting her lip before she tries again.
Davina: Maybe I shouldn’t have gone so far but I wasn’t thinking straight at the time. And yes, I tried to justify myself, who wouldn’t in that situation? I make no apologies for that but she is still my flesh and blood, Leon and I had no ulterior motive for getting in contact.
Icon Corbin: No, that just came when you couldn’t get in her head. If you had any fucking brains you’d have accepted how she felt and maybe let her grow some more, maybe see if she wanted to try again later on. It’s not as if I wouldn’t have given you that chance or not allowed her if she wanted it. Why do you think she even turned up now considering everything?! I have purposely allowed that door to stay open in the hope maybe, just maybe you could change but you can’t, can you? You can’t help yourself. It’s as if you exist purely to destroy whatever you can.
Davina: You talk like you know me, Leon.
Icon Corbin: That’s because I do but do you have any idea how your antics have affected her? How she’s been since you subjected her to something so alien, that no child should ever have to see? She’s having nightmares, unable to sleep. Crying, hysterics.
Davina: And Eva?
Icon Corbin: Don’t worry about her, she’s a big girl and can handle the weird shit. She’s more than used to it, but not my little girl and I’m not sure if I can really forgive you for putting her through that. Making her think that you were attacked? Who the fuck even does that?!
She shakes her head.
Davina: Leon, she will have seen you do worse. A lot worse.
Icon Corbin: She may very well, but never right in front of her and anything she sees on screen is all part of daddy’s job, isn’t it? She’s never had to see anything violent, bloody and fuck knows what else because I can’t get my way!
Davina: Look, I just wanted to get to know my daughter. I’m her mother, Leon. You have no idea how it sickens me to watch that woman try to raise my child when she can hardly take care of herself.
His eyes widen and he holds his arms out for her to look at the squallor she was living in.
Icon Corbin: She’s more of a mother you can ever hope to be, Vina. We all have our own little issues but she has never let anything affect those children. NEVER! She always puts them first, even if it means denying herself the thing she loves most just to make them happy. The world has a fucked up sense of humour if you think about the kind of people we are but we have given those kids a secure home, a safe environment, love and encouragement and they are thriving in it. It’s my absolute fucking pleasure and privilege to watch them grow into real little people and it wouldn’t occur to me or my wife to mentally fuck them up in the way you tried with Lucy. So, say what you want about Evalyn but she’s a damn good fucking woman and she puts you to shame!
She grinned, licking the side of her lip but couldn’t bring herself to look directly at him. She didn’t like what he said and he didn’t care one way or the other if she did or not.
Icon Corbin: But since you’re so enthusiastic about wanting to get to know her, I can tell you what you want to know, if you even care to really know who she is. I mean, it’s not as if you’ll get to find out for yourself at the rate you’re going.
She perks up a bit but tries not to let it show while he slips his hands in his pockets, pacing a little but never letting her out of his sight.
Icon Corbin: If you were a different person, you’d love her like I do. She’s a smart one, top of her class, you know. She loves to draw and looks forward to going to Karate. Has even earned her red belt just a month ago. Her favourite colour is blue and she has a crush on a little boy in her class called Christopher but still thinks he’s stupid like the rest of the boys are. She loves to read and her favourite book is The Wind in the Willows. She loves getting as many books as she can from the library. Her favourite food is pasta but is open to most things. She loves to bake, especially cupcakes and has even sold some in the front garden, making herself a little money and putting it into her savings account. She’s really something special, Vina…
She actually musters a smile, bittersweet as it was but he wasn’t content to let her have her moment.
Icon Corbin: But you’ll never know. Because you’re too intent on ruining everything to be appreciative. She’ll be okay, I’ll make absolutely fucking sure of it, but you? Where does that leave you? Where will you be while she becomes a beautiful woman one day, ay? Dead, maybe? I mean, if you can’t wreck other people you wreck yourself, is that it? I’ve always wondered what makes you the way you are, why you are so destructive and I’ve never really quite come to any real conclusion. Maybe you’re just sick, undiagnosed. Maybe it’s your upbringing. Mummy not want you?
Davina: I’m not having this conversation with you.
She seemed to shut down a part of herself, eyes glaring to the carpet, what little of it that could be seen, and heads for the packet of cigarettes on the table. She quickly takes one out of the packet and drops it in favour of the lighter it fell next to so she could bring the cherry to a brilliant glow after a few clicks.
Icon Corbin: Why not? Who even are you? I suppose you’re right when you say I don’t know you because no one really does, do they? How do you become the kind of person you are? What has to happen to a person that they can commit the kind of atrocities you do, still sleep soundly at night and go back for more?
She doesn’t respond, she just walks past him.
Icon Corbin: Come on. You wanted that badly to be a part of my life but if you had been do you really think I wouldn’t have wanted to know what was going to be standing at my side? Tell me who you are. I want to know what makes you tick. I want to know the real Davina Cameron. Tell me all about who she is…
It didn’t take long for a nervous disposition to appear on the woman, her hands visibly shaking that she struggled to put the cigarette between her lips before giving up entirely and placing it in the ashtray. She wasn’t going to delve there. For what reason no one knew. The woman who had done her very best to expose others was the one shrouded most in mystery and she liked to keep it that way. She moves around anxiously, grabbing a skimpy top from the floor and tries to fold it but drops it back on the floor the moment she spots dried on beer and grabs a carrier bag from the floor instead.
Icon Corbin: Well?
He watches as she just makes herself busy with litter picking, trying to fill the bag with whatever she could get her hands on.
Icon Corbin: Don’t ignore me…
But that’s exactly what she was doing and this wasn’t a man who simply allowed himself to be disregarded on a personal or professional level. He walks over to her, the woman snatching an empty scrunched up cigarette packet to slip into her bag when she suddenly feels the thumb of the World champion entering the wound on her shoulder. She yelps, the scab separating from the skin and allowing the digit entry deep into the wound and she’s quick to stand as he pulls upwards, holding her by it as the two stand face to face.
Davina: That hurts!
Icon Corbin: I’m really fucking trying here, you know. I’m trying to make sense of all this shit and the least you could is fucking cooperate with me! I give you chance after chance and all you do is defy me and squander it!
Davina: Get off me, please!
Icon Corbin: Are you…begging for mercy?
With his thumb deep into the gash, the blood was already seeping, dribbling down to his wrist and dripping from her underarm, gaining a little pressure as he forces her backwards against the wall. He presses himself against her to hold her there, the combination of alcohol, narcotics, nicotine and agony making her feel nauseous to the point she was beginning to retch and her head swayed until he grabbed her by the jaw with his other hand.
Icon Corbin: Did you show mercy when you had my pregnant wife on the floor in her own home and kicked her in the stomach so she could lose my children? Did you show mercy then? Shit, even I haven’t beaten a pregnant woman, Davina. You win! And that’s all that matters to you, isn’t it? That you win because even though you can never be truly content, you cannot bear to see anyone else happy. So you set a goal to ruin it, and when you reach that goal and devastate them, that’s a fucking victory to you, isn’t it? ISN’T IT?!
He shoves her by the face. She heaves some more, her weight pulling down on him. He was the only thing keeping her upright at that moment.
Icon Corbin: You’re pathetic. I don’t know why you are the way you are and I suppose I don’t really fucking care either but there is a small part of me that actually pities you. You’ve got no friends, obviously no family either to speak of and I bet you don’t even know who the fuck your neighbours are. They probably don’t even know who you are either and what’s worse is that you would be one of those tragic cases where you could be lying dead in here for weeks, months, even years and no one would even know until a complaint is made about the stench coming from inside and they’re forced to investigate. Pretty fucking sad really, don’t you think?
All he receives is a groan from the ailing woman.
Icon Corbin: You don’t look too well. I think you had better lie down!
The lack of sincerity in his words were made even more obvious once he pulled her away from the wall, dragged her by the wound and her hair, then tossed her onto the double bed some feet away. Her body bounced on impact and no good could come of this but was being on a bed the worst place when you felt sick already? In a flash he slides on top of her, his weight holding her down and a grin creeping onto his face as he smears her own blood all over her face and backhands her the second she tries to shrug him off. Sliding a hand in her hair, he leans in, holding her head in place, teeth clenched as his voice becomes just more than a whisper.
Icon Corbin: You are a very lucky woman, do you realise that? Lucky because I am a married man and wouldn’t make the same mistake twice but that doesn’t mean it’s not beyond me to strip you of what little fucking dignity you have left. As it stands, I wouldn’t be able to get it up for you anyway so give yourself a pat on the back for being a disgusting bitch and for making me fuck up once before. Well done!
In spite of his words, he eyes the woman all over then leans in closer, pressing his lips on hers. She was confused but that was short lived once he held her face tight with one hand and pinched her nostrils together, literally sucking the life out of the woman. She flailed, her movements getting even more aggressive but she didn’t have the strength to move him. Even as she clawed his face and drew blood it wasn’t until he could feel her weaken that he decided to stop, his lips stained with her blood. She took a huge gasp, desperate for air but he backhands her across the face again, hard enough that he could feel her jaw dislodge, the woman lying motionless with her head to the side.
Icon Corbin: Enough is enough, do you understand?! I can’t keep doing this! I can’t keep letting you hurt my family! I’d rather have to be locked up a lifetime than ever see that fucking look on my baby’s face again or my wife in a near vegetative state or even my babies in intensive care! You could never replace them, ever! You’re just hollow, a nasty bitch who just so happens to have the body of a human and quite frankly, people like you are better off dead. Props to you for putting yourself on that path but I would love to give you a helping fucking hand! It’s not as if anyone’s gonna fucking miss you when even the wrestling industry is more than happy to let your filthy fucking carcass rot!
He pushes himself off her, head frantically looking around the room when he spots a stash of unopened bottles of brandy. He homes right in, snatching two and heads back to her at the same time he opens both bottles. Out of it, she barely feels it as she’s being doused in alcohol, the liquid of the bottles saturating her sheets and the few items of clothing she was wearing. He tosses the bottles against the wall near the bed, the woman jolting from the smash feet from her head when he searches the room again, heading for the table but the cigarette she’d lit had already burned to the butt. He grabs the lighter instead, storming back to the bed and standing over the biological mother of his oldest daughter.
Icon Corbin: This is it. This is point where I finally get rid of the bane of my life and everyone else’s and I really do not care what happens next. Fuck, with what you’ve done, even my worst enemy would probably give me an alibi anyway!
He leans in closer, eyes on the woman who was either too weak to move or paralysed by fear. He holds out the lighter, finger on the ready and begins to push down but the mental struggle becomes apparent as he just stays in the same position, fighting with the side of himself that wouldn’t think twice to set the woman alight. His hand shakes, finger tips turning white where he’s squeezing the lighter so tight until he closes his eyes and cocks his head back, trying to take control. She can’t even look at him, her eyes nothing but glassy and glazed over while her mouth hangs open and askew.
Icon Corbin: Did I mention you were a lucky woman…?
He exhales heavily and audibly, straightening up and tosses the lighter on the bed beside her then ignores her to make his way to leave but his eye catches the mantelpiece once again.
Icon Corbin: No…No, no, no…
He makes a beeline for the mantelpiece, taking the photo of his daughter with him as he heads for the door and leaves the apartment as quietly as he’d entered it. At the sound of the click of the latch she lets out a gasp of relief, holding herself as she’s left to weep.
