Post by Nick Watson on Jul 24, 2013 20:29:34 GMT -4
*After Last Weeks Overdrive*
"Well that looked positively painful out there."
I winced in pain as the doctor wrapping me up with ice-bags tended to my physical condition, he looked at me with a stern gaze, reminding me of the conversation that we had only a few seconds prior about me not moving so that he could get me all bandaged up so that I could go back to the hotel. I gave him an apologetic nod of my head and he then continued his work.
"Thanks for the evaluation of the match, Cass. I really didn't know I had gotten my ass handed to me out there."
"I wouldn't say handed to you...I think you did pretty well under the circumstances."
Corey said, looking up from his book that he had been reading for some time, and just as quickly as he had looked up he was back to reading.
"Those circumstances are why I am here in the first place. Why didn't you call of the match and just call it a night? Why risk your physical health going forward by getting beaten up by two men who are known for their brutality?"
I gave a weak smile to Cass and then replied, giving Cass a sarcastic wink.
"I thought it would be fun. Saturday night is usually my "get my ass kicked by assholes" night, but I didn't get the opportunity this Saturday to do that, and moved it back to tonight so that I could get my heaping helping of being beaten like a baby back bitch."
I could instantly tell she did not like the sarcasm, but what the hell was I suppose to tell her? Was I suppose to tell her that the Sensational One wanted to go out there to fight regardless of the odds being stacked against him? Or was I suppose to tell her that I went out there because the fans wanted to see the match? To tell you the truth I was drawing blanks as to what answer would better suit her questions, but that was fine. I'm sure she would eventually get used to my risk taking and warm up to my way of thinking sooner or later.
"I didn't need you to be sarcastic with me, Nick. All I wanted was a straight forward answer."
"Well, I don't have an answer that would make you happy, Cass."
"What is that suppose to mean?"
"It means he is too pussy to give you an answer to your face or that he hasn't found an answer that will please you instead of irritate you."
I shot a glare to Corey, who shrugged his shoulders, and went back to reading his book. I looked to Cass who didn't look to pleased with Corey's answers and waited for the verbal beat down that was about to come my way. I closed my eyes, waiting for the second beating of the night, but it never came. Instead I heard the door to the medical room slam shut and opened my eyes to find Cass had left. Needless to say, the trip to Nashville would not be pleasant for any of us.
"She was pretty worried about you, Nick."
"Was she?"
"Yeah, she was watching your match from backstage, and was clearly upset every time you took a bad spill or were on the receiving end of a punishing technique."
I looked into Corey's eyes to see if he was lying, but Corey was showing no doubt in the answer that he was giving, and I wasn't going to question it. It had me baffled though as to why Cass actually cared if I took a bad spill or got hurt, but that mystery would have to be solved at some other time, because as of right now I had to think of the next course of action. It wasn't going to be easy coming back from a loss like that, but I was pretty confident in my chances at this point. I winced again as the doctor wrapped the middle of my chest, prompting him to stare at me, and grumble something about me not listening to him.
I remained rather still for the rest of the examination as my mind drifted to the stare of Victor Hades as he escaped from the ring and headed backstage, all the while he watched me as I lay there. He smiled at the pain he had handed out, a smile that would probably stick with me for a few weeks, and would surely be used as fire to continue my training sessions in preparation for the ass kicking that I wanted to deliver to him on a silver platter. He would surely get what was coming to him, but for now I would have to wait, and bide my time until the right opportunity showed itself.
For now though, I was physically exhausted to say the least, and the mere thought of going another round with a guy who takes pleasure in breaking people didn't sound all too appealing to me in the slightest with the state that I was in. So, instead I decided that for now I would let my body heal up, and basically ride the pain medication train until next week when it was time to put on my big boys pants and go back to work.
"All done."
The doctor said as he stood up and went to the medicine cabinet to grab what I would need for the next week to at least get to sleep at night. I looked down at my body. Covered in ice packs and looking rather bruised up, I let a disappointed sigh escape my lips, and then slid off the examination table.
"Take one of these at night for the next week and you will be right as rain in no time."
"Thanks doc and I'm sorry for all the moving around. I'm just a bit banged up is all."
He nodded his head as I took the medicine bottle from his hand and then he gave me a smile before shooing us out of the room so that he could get ready to leave for the night.
"Well, should I get the car?"
"Yeah, I will catch up with you after I find Cass."
I said as I slipped on my shirt, which bulged out in places where the ice bags were at, and then without another word I began to make my way down the long halls of the arena in search of Cass.
*Ten Minutes Later*
Ten minutes had flown by rather fast as I emerged out from the backstage area and into the area where the entrance ramp had once been, now replaced by a small set of stairs due to it being broken down for the night, and packed up to be shipped to a new location. I made my way down those stairs to see the ring, mostly torn down, and looking rather weird without the ropes in between the posts. For a moment, I watched the technicians tear it down, piece by piece, before finally snapping out of it to look for Cass again. It didn't take long to find her as she sat at ringside, looking out over the sea of empty seats that had once been filled with happy fans waiting to see the next exciting match of the evening. She was silent and I could tell she was deep in thought.
Part of me wanted to leave her be for a bit longer, but the other part of me was curious about the whole situation that Corey had painted for me only moments ago. So, with curiosity, I made my way toward her, and silently sat down next to her.
"So, what are you doing out here?"
She jumped in surprise and turned to look at me before turning away from me in anger. It was clear she was still ticked at me for not giving her a straight forward answer ten minutes ago in the examination room.
"Nothing that concerns you."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really. I have nothing to talk to you about and you clearly have nothing to talk to me about."
"Oh come on, don't be that way! I really don't have an answer to the questions you have or at least an answer that would put you at ease."
She grumbled something under her breath and then turned to look me right in the eyes. I could see the anger in those eyes and I was beginning to regret coming out to find her now.
"I don't need to be put at ease, Nick. What I need to know is why you came rushing out here, regardless of having a man in your corner, or not, only to receive a beat down of epic proportions."
"Was I really beaten up that bad?"
"To you it may seem like another day at the office, but to the people watching you got your ass handed to you."
I nodded my head and rubbed the stubble on my face while thinking up something to say to her.
"I'm not going to lie...tonight was not my finest hour in terms of fighting or in decision making, but I will be one hundred percent honest when I say I don't regret coming out here tonight to fight."
"So you are fine with getting your ass kicked then? That was your goal for this evening?"
"No, my goal for this evening was to give the fans something that they wouldn't forget, and I think I accomplished that."
I paused and after a few seconds of allowing that to seep into Casses head. She looked confused as to what my answer had been, but remained silent as she tried to understand my answer.
"Anyone can fight, Cass...all it takes is practice and physical conditioning to become a great fighter, but what separates me from just about everyone else on the roster is a need to please these fans and bring some light into their lives when the world is at its darkest. Tonight, regardless of the outcome of the match, I came out, and brought entertainment to them.
So I got my ass handed to me, so what? I will bounce back. But these fans needed someone to come out here and give them a show and I did that. Sure, the outcome wasn't what I had in mind, but it was a two on one, and I will take nearly beating the odds over not even trying any day of the week."
I flash her a grin before leaning back in the chair at ring side. She nods her head in acceptance before replying.
"Why couldn't you tell me this when I asked?"
"You left before I could give you a good enough answer and as far as my sarcasm goes...just take it for face value. I'm used to being around Corey all the time and I'm just not used to having you around yet."
"I just wish you would be more straight forward with me."
"Alright, that can be arranged. Just don't get angry at me when I do give you an answer that you don't like, okay?"
"I will try, but I'm not going to make any promises."
She gave me a weak smile before standing up and releasing a rather loud yawn.
"I guess we should get going?"
"Oh yeah, Corey is waiting for us with the car, and to be honest I don't think we should keep him waiting any longer otherwise he will begin to worry."
"To be honest he probably has his nose buried in that book he brought with him and probably doesn't even care if we show up or not."
"You're probably right, but we should still make our way there. Just in case."
I began to turn to leave, but was stopped by Cass who grabbed hold of one of my bruised up arm, causing me to not only wince in pain, but also jump in surprise.
"Thanks for answering my question...I know you didn't have to and I also know we haven't been working together for long, but thanks for coming out here, and putting my mind to ease."
"It was no problem...now if you could let go of my bruised up arm that would be swell."
Her face turned red as she let go of my arm and lowered her head in shame as she ran past me toward the stairs that I had used to make my way to her. I grinned as I saw her disappear backstage and before I left, I took one final look at my surroundings. I paused on the empty ring as my mind drifted toward my limp body laying in the ring, looking up in pain at Victor Hades' smug face. I spat on the floor and then turned to leave, making my way up the stairs in a hurry.
"Don't worry, Hades...you're going to get yours."
*Scene Fades to Black*
"Well that looked positively painful out there."
I winced in pain as the doctor wrapping me up with ice-bags tended to my physical condition, he looked at me with a stern gaze, reminding me of the conversation that we had only a few seconds prior about me not moving so that he could get me all bandaged up so that I could go back to the hotel. I gave him an apologetic nod of my head and he then continued his work.
"Thanks for the evaluation of the match, Cass. I really didn't know I had gotten my ass handed to me out there."
"I wouldn't say handed to you...I think you did pretty well under the circumstances."
Corey said, looking up from his book that he had been reading for some time, and just as quickly as he had looked up he was back to reading.
"Those circumstances are why I am here in the first place. Why didn't you call of the match and just call it a night? Why risk your physical health going forward by getting beaten up by two men who are known for their brutality?"
I gave a weak smile to Cass and then replied, giving Cass a sarcastic wink.
"I thought it would be fun. Saturday night is usually my "get my ass kicked by assholes" night, but I didn't get the opportunity this Saturday to do that, and moved it back to tonight so that I could get my heaping helping of being beaten like a baby back bitch."
I could instantly tell she did not like the sarcasm, but what the hell was I suppose to tell her? Was I suppose to tell her that the Sensational One wanted to go out there to fight regardless of the odds being stacked against him? Or was I suppose to tell her that I went out there because the fans wanted to see the match? To tell you the truth I was drawing blanks as to what answer would better suit her questions, but that was fine. I'm sure she would eventually get used to my risk taking and warm up to my way of thinking sooner or later.
"I didn't need you to be sarcastic with me, Nick. All I wanted was a straight forward answer."
"Well, I don't have an answer that would make you happy, Cass."
"What is that suppose to mean?"
"It means he is too pussy to give you an answer to your face or that he hasn't found an answer that will please you instead of irritate you."
I shot a glare to Corey, who shrugged his shoulders, and went back to reading his book. I looked to Cass who didn't look to pleased with Corey's answers and waited for the verbal beat down that was about to come my way. I closed my eyes, waiting for the second beating of the night, but it never came. Instead I heard the door to the medical room slam shut and opened my eyes to find Cass had left. Needless to say, the trip to Nashville would not be pleasant for any of us.
"She was pretty worried about you, Nick."
"Was she?"
"Yeah, she was watching your match from backstage, and was clearly upset every time you took a bad spill or were on the receiving end of a punishing technique."
I looked into Corey's eyes to see if he was lying, but Corey was showing no doubt in the answer that he was giving, and I wasn't going to question it. It had me baffled though as to why Cass actually cared if I took a bad spill or got hurt, but that mystery would have to be solved at some other time, because as of right now I had to think of the next course of action. It wasn't going to be easy coming back from a loss like that, but I was pretty confident in my chances at this point. I winced again as the doctor wrapped the middle of my chest, prompting him to stare at me, and grumble something about me not listening to him.
I remained rather still for the rest of the examination as my mind drifted to the stare of Victor Hades as he escaped from the ring and headed backstage, all the while he watched me as I lay there. He smiled at the pain he had handed out, a smile that would probably stick with me for a few weeks, and would surely be used as fire to continue my training sessions in preparation for the ass kicking that I wanted to deliver to him on a silver platter. He would surely get what was coming to him, but for now I would have to wait, and bide my time until the right opportunity showed itself.
For now though, I was physically exhausted to say the least, and the mere thought of going another round with a guy who takes pleasure in breaking people didn't sound all too appealing to me in the slightest with the state that I was in. So, instead I decided that for now I would let my body heal up, and basically ride the pain medication train until next week when it was time to put on my big boys pants and go back to work.
"All done."
The doctor said as he stood up and went to the medicine cabinet to grab what I would need for the next week to at least get to sleep at night. I looked down at my body. Covered in ice packs and looking rather bruised up, I let a disappointed sigh escape my lips, and then slid off the examination table.
"Take one of these at night for the next week and you will be right as rain in no time."
"Thanks doc and I'm sorry for all the moving around. I'm just a bit banged up is all."
He nodded his head as I took the medicine bottle from his hand and then he gave me a smile before shooing us out of the room so that he could get ready to leave for the night.
"Well, should I get the car?"
"Yeah, I will catch up with you after I find Cass."
I said as I slipped on my shirt, which bulged out in places where the ice bags were at, and then without another word I began to make my way down the long halls of the arena in search of Cass.
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*Ten Minutes Later*
Ten minutes had flown by rather fast as I emerged out from the backstage area and into the area where the entrance ramp had once been, now replaced by a small set of stairs due to it being broken down for the night, and packed up to be shipped to a new location. I made my way down those stairs to see the ring, mostly torn down, and looking rather weird without the ropes in between the posts. For a moment, I watched the technicians tear it down, piece by piece, before finally snapping out of it to look for Cass again. It didn't take long to find her as she sat at ringside, looking out over the sea of empty seats that had once been filled with happy fans waiting to see the next exciting match of the evening. She was silent and I could tell she was deep in thought.
Part of me wanted to leave her be for a bit longer, but the other part of me was curious about the whole situation that Corey had painted for me only moments ago. So, with curiosity, I made my way toward her, and silently sat down next to her.
"So, what are you doing out here?"
She jumped in surprise and turned to look at me before turning away from me in anger. It was clear she was still ticked at me for not giving her a straight forward answer ten minutes ago in the examination room.
"Nothing that concerns you."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really. I have nothing to talk to you about and you clearly have nothing to talk to me about."
"Oh come on, don't be that way! I really don't have an answer to the questions you have or at least an answer that would put you at ease."
She grumbled something under her breath and then turned to look me right in the eyes. I could see the anger in those eyes and I was beginning to regret coming out to find her now.
"I don't need to be put at ease, Nick. What I need to know is why you came rushing out here, regardless of having a man in your corner, or not, only to receive a beat down of epic proportions."
"Was I really beaten up that bad?"
"To you it may seem like another day at the office, but to the people watching you got your ass handed to you."
I nodded my head and rubbed the stubble on my face while thinking up something to say to her.
"I'm not going to lie...tonight was not my finest hour in terms of fighting or in decision making, but I will be one hundred percent honest when I say I don't regret coming out here tonight to fight."
"So you are fine with getting your ass kicked then? That was your goal for this evening?"
"No, my goal for this evening was to give the fans something that they wouldn't forget, and I think I accomplished that."
I paused and after a few seconds of allowing that to seep into Casses head. She looked confused as to what my answer had been, but remained silent as she tried to understand my answer.
"Anyone can fight, Cass...all it takes is practice and physical conditioning to become a great fighter, but what separates me from just about everyone else on the roster is a need to please these fans and bring some light into their lives when the world is at its darkest. Tonight, regardless of the outcome of the match, I came out, and brought entertainment to them.
So I got my ass handed to me, so what? I will bounce back. But these fans needed someone to come out here and give them a show and I did that. Sure, the outcome wasn't what I had in mind, but it was a two on one, and I will take nearly beating the odds over not even trying any day of the week."
I flash her a grin before leaning back in the chair at ring side. She nods her head in acceptance before replying.
"Why couldn't you tell me this when I asked?"
"You left before I could give you a good enough answer and as far as my sarcasm goes...just take it for face value. I'm used to being around Corey all the time and I'm just not used to having you around yet."
"I just wish you would be more straight forward with me."
"Alright, that can be arranged. Just don't get angry at me when I do give you an answer that you don't like, okay?"
"I will try, but I'm not going to make any promises."
She gave me a weak smile before standing up and releasing a rather loud yawn.
"I guess we should get going?"
"Oh yeah, Corey is waiting for us with the car, and to be honest I don't think we should keep him waiting any longer otherwise he will begin to worry."
"To be honest he probably has his nose buried in that book he brought with him and probably doesn't even care if we show up or not."
"You're probably right, but we should still make our way there. Just in case."
I began to turn to leave, but was stopped by Cass who grabbed hold of one of my bruised up arm, causing me to not only wince in pain, but also jump in surprise.
"Thanks for answering my question...I know you didn't have to and I also know we haven't been working together for long, but thanks for coming out here, and putting my mind to ease."
"It was no problem...now if you could let go of my bruised up arm that would be swell."
Her face turned red as she let go of my arm and lowered her head in shame as she ran past me toward the stairs that I had used to make my way to her. I grinned as I saw her disappear backstage and before I left, I took one final look at my surroundings. I paused on the empty ring as my mind drifted toward my limp body laying in the ring, looking up in pain at Victor Hades' smug face. I spat on the floor and then turned to leave, making my way up the stairs in a hurry.
"Don't worry, Hades...you're going to get yours."
*Scene Fades to Black*
