Broadcast 51: Hell hath no fury!

Stuffing her breasts back in her top, Rose furiously waddled quickly through the busy news room. She didn’t even see the ‘LIVE' light come up as she waddled past a subordinate of hers. “I want Hayley out of here now, hear me, NOW!” she told the person as she made it to the elevator. She pulled out a cigarette, ready to light it, but something caught her eye. Her mobile was on and the wallpaper was an album cover of Cassie Bobbins and Rose Masie, two singers she had grown to hate. Rose remembered how she used to love their singing. She couldn't  remember the last time she listened to one of their songs.  

Getting off at the roof top, she put on a C&R song and just sat on the roof top, watching the evening sun set. Her anger, frustration and cigarette left her as she sat there humming to the tunes of the ballad.

Two girls on a road, wild and free
Obeying their fathers long at sea
Through thick and thin they will sing
A tune for America, for us to win.

They say the world can't  handle our love
Cause of words that come from above
But we stay together through good times and hard
The two of us together in our own courtyard

One trip in Hawaii and surprise we see
Expecting the future for you and me
We must stand for our right, for tomorrow
unshackling our world from grips of sorrow

They say the world can't  handle our love
Cause of words that come from above
But we stay together through good times and hard
Two women together in our own courtyard

8 months together a lifetime apart
But our love remains entwined with our hearts
No one can fight us for we stand up strong
Across the seas we fight in a war that’s long


Rose looked down at her belly and back at phone. Listening to the song she realized how much of the past she had dealt with, and how it was now it was hurting her matters at PGNT. She found where the files for shaming old country singer Cassie Bobbins were. The media conglomerate had her reasons for hating the woman, but in that moment, listening to her songs, she decided to have a change of heart. Deleting the files she just sat there and played another tune.


“Good evening ladies and gentlemen” Kirstie confidently said to the camera as her bare belly glistened under the only shirt buttons that she could connect. “we here In Quincy Bay are proud sports goers. Every Friday night you will see a good portion of the city cheering for the Titans. What would you do however, if I told you the very sport our Titan's were playing was causing serious brain injuries.”

Taking a glass of water she looked up at the camera light, still on. Here we go.

“I was recently approached by a family member from the Titans expressing their deepest heart ache over the mental anguish their relative was going through whilst playing in the team. They said and I quote :

‘My family have been long time sports fans since my grandfather. He died from a brain aneurism, as did my father,. Now two people I love are being told to head back into the playing field after suffering serious injuries in the previous day's game.’

As Kirstie continued to speak, people started to walk or waddle over to the studio, to hear more about the issue that NFL was causing to their city’s folk.
“I am here with Dr Matthew Wallace, cosmetic surgeon and full time practitioner for Quincy Bay Titans. Doctor, how long have you been working for the Titans?”

“a-a little over a year" The doctor awkwardly answered.

“did you know the amount of head trauma that these  sportsmen were going through?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny my role as doctor for these people. I was only hired by the CEO Mr Packer to provide cosmetic assistance if the damage to their faces went from bad to worse.”

“Dr Wallace, if that is your job, then why was your office littered with these files?” Kirstie asked strongly as she handed him the x-rays. “go ahead look, we have copies and we are showing them on tv as we speak.”

“this is private information!” Dr Wallace angrily spat. “how dare you steal records from my office?”

“so they are files from your office?”

“I didn't  say that, exactly…”

“how long did you know this information  for?”

“I don't  know"

“why has Mr Packer been avoiding our calls?”

“I don’t know!”

“why would you cause this much trauma on innocent life Dr Wallace?”

“that's  it! I'm  out of here!” The blonde doctor yelled before storming off the set.

“Ladies and gentlemen watching this" Kirstie announced to the camera. “Dr Wallace and the highly paid people from Quincy Bay stadium may want to shovel all of this information under the fields, but we have the real evidence.”

Pulling out the files she was given she showed the x-rays of 3 football players before they started playing and their most recent ones from a fortnight ago. “you don’t need to be a doctor to see the cracks in each of the skulls. We are not talking about a minor concussion but repeated blows to the head that will have great effect on our lives. Tomorrow I will bring in a trauma specialist who will outline the irreparable damage that has been done to these footballers lives. Scully over to you for the day's  news.”

The phones went off like wedding bells! The whole room was filled with the sounds of ringing. The researchers, the reporters, even Vivian and Wadsworth were answering calls from all kinds of viewers.

“We have a call in from the Polish district!”

“The Principal of St Dominics wants to know if this affects teenage sportsmen.”

“Does anyone know where Rose is? I have the Quincy Titans coach here!” One of the Lackeys yelled out.

Derek saw the chaos of the room, he remembered how his mentor behaved during the terror attacks in 2001 and how his mentor remained calm. It was time for him to take command of the situation. “nuts to Rose!” Derek called out from the middle of the office “This is my news station  and here’s how we are going to play it. Vivian, you've been our research assistant, you're  going to locate the best sites and places to go if people are concerned about their physical health. Take a few of the staff to tell concerned callers what they can do.”

Turning to Kirstie he said “Kirstie, you will find appropriate alternative sports for the teenagers to play. We have to offer up alternatives otherwise we have a community running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Take a few people to help you too.

Walking to Wadsworth he pulled him aside. “we need to know what exactly to say to the higher ups and the more powerful members of our community.  If we don't get them on board with this, we will be struggling to keep this story flowing.

Turning around he found himself eye to eye with the seductress woman that was vying for his job. Rose had a manipulative grin dressed up in red lipstick. “Derek, go back to your office.”

Derek's  commanding stance couldn't budge a muscle. He was stuck between doing what this alluring southern county lass wanted and commanding the office like his mentor had 15 years ago. Even though she had her tits out on display 15 minutes ago, she had some how stopped the entire office from working. Everyone was looking at these two powerhouses in a stand off, to which  Derek was very much losing.

“your  office. Now.” Rose stated again, a slight allure to her tone. Derek slumped his shoulders forward as he sighed in defeat. He retreated back into his office as Rose turned to the room. “get back to work. Vivian, Kirstie, my office now. Wadsworth, please wait outside, darling.”



“How could you two go behind my back like that? “ Rose bellowed at the two reporters. “Vivian, I rescued you from being commanded by Hayley and THIS is how you repay me?”

Vivian’s heart sank, Rose was right. “I-

Rose threw a finger up to stop her. “you are demoted. I looked at your job history here. You started in the mail room, right? I hope you like visiting the past because you are going back there! I hope you like Toby as your boss.”

“Not Toby! The dude smells like weed twenty four seven!” Vivian cried.

“Kirstie, I knew you would continuously go behind my back. I know you claim yourself to be a powerful feminist, so here's  what I'm  going to get you to do. You are on probation until further notice and you will only be reporting on beauty pageants and be replacing our current host on the morning shows segment ‘How to Be a Good Housewife'".

Kirstie just stood there, staring at Rose with rage and contempt. No words escaped her lips, just a pulsating rage filled glare.

“now that I am done with you two, please send in Wadsworth".



Hayley struggled to fit between the desks ass she maneuvered through the bullpen. Alas she made it to her desk. With a empty cardboard box in one hand she started to place award after award in. She remembered how she got each one.
She won the first Reporter Prize after she stole the water sewage piece from an old reporter who got fired weeks later.
The Cronkite was given to her after she uncovered the drug ring hidden underneath the ‘blue light' night club. The only reason she took the case was because they cut her off one night for drinking too much.
The Newsbody award was a simple one.   Newsbody awards were beauty pageants for women reporters with gorgeous bodies.

Looking around she noticed something. The other reporters had trinkets from their stories. Kirstie’s was interesting,  she had miniature figurines of the mascots from teams that played in Quincy Bay Stadium. Hayley however, she had nothing.

She sat at her desk and felt the seat underneath her give a tremendous creak. Shoving the rest of her awards and pieces in the box and struggled to get up before waddling to the elevator. Looking around she looked at the red draped walls and realized that the life she once knew, the one she flew freely in, like a an eagle in the sky was all over. Her wings  were clipped and she could no longer succeed.

Her career was over.

The double doors managed to fit her frame as she struggled to carry her large belly and box of items. As the elevator went down she realized what few friends she made there. Maybe if she put some more time into caring about others she wouldn't  be in this mess.

Getting off the elevator she nearly ‘bumped into Lucy.  “Hayley!” Lucy said in amazement, trying  not to look at how big Hayley had grown “what’s wrong?”

“they fired me…” Hayley sobbed.

Maneuvering around their  two bellies, Lucy gave Hayley a big hug. As they hugged their large bellies squished together. “it's okay Hayley, we'll get that blonde psychotic bitch with an angelic singing voice. SING! Hayley you have to check this out.”

Pulling out her phone, Lucy showed her ex coworker the photos from Rose's basement. “whoa, hold on, that’s Cassie Bobbins. If that’s a poster of her from the 1950's, this must be Rose's grandmother! Rose is closer to my age than this woman. Rose must have been getting vengeance for her old grandmother!”

Looking at the pictures, Lucy realized how right Hayley was. “what do we do?”

“Rose was making me research this old country singer right before she fired me.” Hayley said, wiping away her tears. “I need a drink"

“oh yeah, they'll  give a drink to someone whose incredibly pregnant.” Lucy laughed shaking Hayley’s belly.

“stop it!” Hayley giggled. Gosh she thought, these mood swings really coming through. “look, I need to get my mind off all this… I'll  catch you later.”