Post by e on Feb 10, 2008 19:31:42 GMT -5
It had been a minute since the match had ended. Essence opened his eyes to the sight of that idiotic referee hovering over him. He just looked up... seeing the look on the Ref's face he could tell what happened. He had lost. How he lost was beyond him. But what he did know? Jack's music was playing, and Essence was just laying here on the ground.
Sitting up slowly, Essence just looked around. The fans were pointing and laughing, which was something Essence was not even close to familiar with. Some of them even had the balls to start a chant. The chant? 'You Got Knocked Out'. He had. He would fully admit it, Jack knocked him out, with that power bomb. But it still wouldn't make him think otherwise of 'Extreme' matches being pointless and not a showcase of skill. They were just insubstantial in the long run, all they did was shorten your career, and damaged your body.
As he realized just how pathetic his loss was, he sees the ref go to try and help him up. Brushing him off, Essence slowly stands. His legs, wobbly. He almost lost his balance. Seeing this, the referee tries to help again, but Essence still just pushed him aside. Getting his standing, he sighs as he makes his way slowly up the ramp. He had a few bruises already forming, and he could feel them, as well as the small scratches that were there from that barbed wire bat.
The pain? He didn't mind it. Nor did he enjoy it. It was just there. Some would scream out because of it, but Essence would not. He just kept walking towards the black curtain from which he came but a few minutes before. As he neared his destination, he started thinking even more.
What was wrong with him? How could he loose to someone lacking talent such as Jack? That question was haunting him. Why couldn't he manage to end the match, when he had several chances to. Why did he even accept that type of match that he wasn't accustomed to? Why couldn't he adapt to the challenge put in front of him and conquer?Why? Why? WHY?
So many questions... but no answers. That lack of answers just confused Essence to no end as he just walked through the curtain, towards his locker room, and to figure out, simply, why he couldn't... or Didn't win.
Sitting up slowly, Essence just looked around. The fans were pointing and laughing, which was something Essence was not even close to familiar with. Some of them even had the balls to start a chant. The chant? 'You Got Knocked Out'. He had. He would fully admit it, Jack knocked him out, with that power bomb. But it still wouldn't make him think otherwise of 'Extreme' matches being pointless and not a showcase of skill. They were just insubstantial in the long run, all they did was shorten your career, and damaged your body.
As he realized just how pathetic his loss was, he sees the ref go to try and help him up. Brushing him off, Essence slowly stands. His legs, wobbly. He almost lost his balance. Seeing this, the referee tries to help again, but Essence still just pushed him aside. Getting his standing, he sighs as he makes his way slowly up the ramp. He had a few bruises already forming, and he could feel them, as well as the small scratches that were there from that barbed wire bat.
The pain? He didn't mind it. Nor did he enjoy it. It was just there. Some would scream out because of it, but Essence would not. He just kept walking towards the black curtain from which he came but a few minutes before. As he neared his destination, he started thinking even more.
What was wrong with him? How could he loose to someone lacking talent such as Jack? That question was haunting him. Why couldn't he manage to end the match, when he had several chances to. Why did he even accept that type of match that he wasn't accustomed to? Why couldn't he adapt to the challenge put in front of him and conquer?Why? Why? WHY?
So many questions... but no answers. That lack of answers just confused Essence to no end as he just walked through the curtain, towards his locker room, and to figure out, simply, why he couldn't... or Didn't win.