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Post by andy on Jan 7, 2008 14:35:21 GMT -5
Seether's "Fake It" pounded in Andrew's mind, rolling out of the ring in pain. His whole body hurt. Him and Blaze? They stole the show in that triple threat... it was almost as if Andrew thought in his mind every now and again "Where the hell is Essence." Yet, here he was, defeated, beaten, sore as hell... and... bloody. Blaze did that, before finishing him off with his TKO neckbreaker finisher... the Incinerator, he called it? Yeah... hurt like hell. Andrew limps up the ramp, nodding at a few fans as his white eyes looked at them from behind his crimson mask.
But... god did he love this. Roookie lesson, consider it learned. He exits the stage through the curtain, stumbling a bit past the production table before planting his hands on a nearby crate, stage hands immediately rushing with white towels that instantly become red. Andrew...
"That was the time... of my... life..."
... be that the case, really hoped that Kelly didn't see him get brutalized like that... she had a big match herself. It made the main event.
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Post by Dayna Mariano on Jan 7, 2008 16:12:13 GMT -5
But of course she saw it. She had time to kill still before her match and she was worked up as it was. So why not catch Andrews match. One of the last times she would do that. It wasn't easy to watch. Rushing over to him. She wore her wrestling attire already just a pair of gray sweats where on under her skirt. Way to cold to wear a skirt in Chicago. That was for damn sure.
Oh my god Andrew sweetie are you okay?
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Post by blaze on Jan 8, 2008 0:55:04 GMT -5
Breathless, drained, bleeding profusley....Yet the pure adrenaline flow had kept him going. His music blaring over the Pa system matched with the crowd's deafening cheers for quite possibly the match of the night, were the only things that truly kept him on his feet now. Yet, it still all felt so amazing.
This, this is what he missed. The feeling he could never replace. The 'X Factor' that made it impossible to retire from this business. Now, with what little energy he had left, Blaze mounts one of the nearest corner turnbuckles. The steady blood flow from his forehead running into his eyes made it hard to see, yet he could tell what was happening. The fans were on their feet, cheering, taking pictures, showing their appreciation for not just Blaze, but all the men who took a brutal beating in this very ring just mere moments ago.
Finally, the feeling had reached its peak. Life didn't get much better than this, and on that note, it was time for Blaze to leave the ring area. Continuing to celebrate as he makes his way up the ramp and disappears behind the backstage curtain. Though this was a small victory, the way he was playing it up you would think he had just won the main title or achieved some major accomplishment of equal standing.
Now backstage, he had one thing in mind. Find the man who had taken him to and beyond his limit. A guy he had greatly underestimated, Andrew Rose. Trainers whom had been bringing him water and towels now lead him in the direction of the man he sought out. There, just few feet away, was Rose, with a woman Blaze didn't know or care to find out who she was. Rose stood there tending to his bloodied forehead just as Blaze was tending to his own battle wounds. He would keep this short and sweet. For fear of collapsing if he stood much longer...
"You did good rook. Very few....and I do mean...VERY FEW....men have ever busted me open. Made me taste my own blood. Caused the crimson mask to dawn on my own face...."
So much for keeping it short and to the point. Loss of blood seemed to be making Blaze a bit woozy and light headed. Causing him to ramble on a bit...
"For that....I congratulate you. You put up a hell of a fight junior. Did....did a lot better than I could have ever expected from you...."
Placing his hand down firmly on a nearby crate, Blaze uses this object to steady himself...
"And....and I....would.....would be glad....to face you....again."
His breaths slow and forced, its hard for Blaze to get the words out he needs to say. His free hand continues to apply pressure to the towel rested against his forehead...
"Though.....this company has taken us in different....directions. Me to LockUp.....you to MayheM....I know....somewhere...somehow...we will meet up...again...in that ring. Hell, maybe.....even sooner than I could hope......well...I just want you to know.....I would....be honored to face you...again."
That arrogant swagger Blaze had about him before seemed to have completely dispersed. Now, he slowly forces himself to stand with no aid, freeing up his left hand which he extends out to Andrew. He couldn't believe he was doing this...But, he was actually offering this rookie a handshake.... |
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Post by andy on Jan 8, 2008 1:59:36 GMT -5
Andrew had put his hand on Kelly's shoulder after removing any blood from it, to show he was okay. Blaze started to approach, and Andrew's eyes met with his immediately, the smudged red around his eyes bringing focus to them. His fist wasn't clenched, as far as he was aware, the time to fight was over... in fact, he listened to his words, before accepting the handshake.
"We'll have to try it at a pay per view, or something..."
Andrew's eyes focused on the gash on Blaze's head, from Andrew's knuckles...
"You know they won't be able to stop us from that... it's pure ratings..."
He gave a reassuring squeeze to Kelly's arm, not being able to answer her before Blaze showed up before wiping some more of the blood from his brow.
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Post by Dayna Mariano on Jan 8, 2008 10:42:15 GMT -5
Kelly shook her head. She would never understand boys. Somehow beating the hell out of each other made friends? Any girl she had ever faced off against that she beat the hell out of, never offered to shake her hand, but they always did offer to bury a knife into her back. Boys will be boys I guess. Kelly just stood and watched the two of them before looking at Andrew.
So you are okay then? |
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Post by andy on Jan 8, 2008 10:46:28 GMT -5
He walks back over to Kelly, wiping his other hand on his tights before grabbing her by both of her shoulders, smiling. He was sure he looked like hell from the mass amounts of blood that he had bled for a good while now, since he was busted open midway through a long match.
"I feel like crap... but I'll be fine... It's just a cut, anyways, right?"
He offered her a reassuring smile, running his finger along her cheek...
"Why, worried about me?"
Yeah, he fucked with her there.
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Post by Dayna Mariano on Jan 8, 2008 10:56:36 GMT -5
Kelly tossed a playful punch into his chest. Probably shouldn't have, but if he can ask stupid questions she can toss punches at him. She couldn't help but smiled.
Of course I was. I worry, trust me you'll learn that. I couldn't even watch half of that match. Spent most of it with my eyes covered. |
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Post by andy on Jan 8, 2008 10:59:18 GMT -5
He smiled, kissing the top of her forehead, still not bringing her completely close to him since he was still a mess.
"I know what I've bit off here. And, believe me... that was a rush, even if I did spend most of the time getting my ass kicked. We made Essence look worthless at least..."
He looks around as a wrestler walked by, probably on his way down to the ring...
"Lets say I go get me cleaned up and we can hang out some before your match, okay?"
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Post by Dayna Mariano on Jan 8, 2008 11:05:38 GMT -5
Alright, I still go sometime. But hurry up  I want a good luck kiss before I have to go on stage.
Kelly began to shoo him, trying to get him to hurry and go clean up. Take a shower? Yes please.  |
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Post by andy on Jan 8, 2008 11:19:00 GMT -5
"Will do..."
He kisses her on the forehead again, before heading back to the locker room...
"I'll see you in a few!"
And he disappears down the hallway.
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I want a good luck kiss before I have to go on stage.