Stitches (Joe Ghaven rp)
Oct 14, 2020 16:17:57 GMT -5
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Post by vastrix on Oct 14, 2020 16:17:57 GMT -5
Backstage after the Shark match on Night Three, "the Iron Bear" Joe Ghaven sits while a medic stitches his leg wounds shut. Ethan Mills paces back and forth while holding an ice pack to his face. A bright purple bruise where Caffrey struck him with the elbow.
Mills: I can't believe that mother fucker hit me in the face and sent me in the water with them fucking sharks! I mean, they could have bit me!
Joe clears his throat rather loudly and Ethan flashes him an angry look before he remembers that Joe is getting stitched up from being bitten by one of those nurse sharks when he landed on it.
Mills: I mean yeah, you got bit by them, but you got muscles on top of muscles on top of muscles. I'm surprised the shark was even able to break the skin! I mean look at me. I'm a two fuckin' bite person!
Joe grits his teeth as the medic continues to stitch him up and hits a section not quite numbed by the lidocaine. The medic apologises, injecting more of the pain medicine into his leg.
Mills: And while I'm at it. What was that Gorden Carlson doing while you were getting double teamed? I thought he was supposed to have your back? He could have run up in there and took one of them purple mother fuckers out so you could recover!
Ghaven: I think you know that they weren't really colored purple.
Ethan stops pacing and looks at Joe Ghaven like he's done lost his mind.
Mills: Of course I know they ain't really purple! Does it fucking matter what color they were, are, whatever? Would you have gone harder on them if they were purple? Joe...why do you hate purple people? Do you...do you want to eat them? How many eyes do you have?
Joe blinks, taking his turn to look at Ethan like he's lost his mind.
Ghaven: I don't think there's such a thing as purple people and if there was? I wouldn't hate them or eat them.
Ethan nods his head like this was a good answer and goes back to pacing.
Mills: We lost out on winning the tournament and getting a title shot. We still have the chance to earn enough points for a title shot down the road if we win this third place match against the zombies.
Joe frowns, shaking his head when the medic gives him a worried look.
Ghaven: We have to fight zombies? Actual zombies?
Mills: In a match with a bunch of fish at ringside. You can use the fish as weapons. I don't think they're actual zombies. Their tag team name is the revving something. I think it means zombies.
Ghaven: You mean the Revenants?
Ethan stops pacing again, pointing at Joe with the ice pack hand like he won the lottery or something.
Mills: Yeah, that! The tag team members are Keith Williams and Neo James Carner. They're like perverts or something.
Ghaven: And there will be fish?
Mills: Yeah! Yeah, there will be all kinds of fish to use as weapons. Should come naturally to you since you like a bear and shit.
Joe raises an eyebrow.
Ghaven: You know that Iron Bear is just a ringname? I'm not actually a bear.
Mills: Oh, but you'll be able to use the fish and shit to beat down those perverts and help that useless Gordon Carlson win third place?
Ghaven: Yeah. We can manage that and Gordon isn't useless. You're kind of the useless one.
Ethan sighs and continues to pace back and forth while the medic ties off the stitches.
Mills: Without my brilliance, you wouldn't even be in a tag team with Gordon fighting for third place! I think that I am owed a bit of recognition for being the insightful man that I am in seeing the opening that Lynx left when he was injured or whatever reason he left NPW for.
Joe just shrugs his massive shoulders.
Ghaven: I can smack them with a marlin or large mouth bass. Some kind of big fish.
Mills: Maybe they'll have nurse sharks there!
Ghaven: No idea what they might have, but I think they might lean toward smaller fish. Whatever they catch, I suppose.
Ethan shrugs.
Mills: Let’s go check on Gordon and make sure that he knows what’s at stake in this upcoming match.
Ghaven: Let’s go easy on playing the blame game when we get to him. Yeah? You don’t want him breaking your scrawny little neck. Do you?
Ethan’s hands go reflexively to his neck and he swallows.
Mills: My neck is my best part! Alright, I’ll be nice. Happy?
Joe chuckles, the sound a great rumble from his large chest.
Ghaven: Maybe we can go over strategies on how to defeat Keith and Neo while we’re at it.
Ethan motions with his hand as he walks out the door.
Mills: Yeah, and we can talk about why he didn’t come to your rescue tonight. Stupid non-backing up tag team partner.
Joe sighs and turns to the medic.
Ghaven: Thank you for your help. I’m sure we will be back when Ethan gets broken by Gordon.
With that, Joe heads out through the door to follow Ethan to go see Gordon.
Mills: I can't believe that mother fucker hit me in the face and sent me in the water with them fucking sharks! I mean, they could have bit me!
Joe clears his throat rather loudly and Ethan flashes him an angry look before he remembers that Joe is getting stitched up from being bitten by one of those nurse sharks when he landed on it.
Mills: I mean yeah, you got bit by them, but you got muscles on top of muscles on top of muscles. I'm surprised the shark was even able to break the skin! I mean look at me. I'm a two fuckin' bite person!
Joe grits his teeth as the medic continues to stitch him up and hits a section not quite numbed by the lidocaine. The medic apologises, injecting more of the pain medicine into his leg.
Mills: And while I'm at it. What was that Gorden Carlson doing while you were getting double teamed? I thought he was supposed to have your back? He could have run up in there and took one of them purple mother fuckers out so you could recover!
Ghaven: I think you know that they weren't really colored purple.
Ethan stops pacing and looks at Joe Ghaven like he's done lost his mind.
Mills: Of course I know they ain't really purple! Does it fucking matter what color they were, are, whatever? Would you have gone harder on them if they were purple? Joe...why do you hate purple people? Do you...do you want to eat them? How many eyes do you have?
Joe blinks, taking his turn to look at Ethan like he's lost his mind.
Ghaven: I don't think there's such a thing as purple people and if there was? I wouldn't hate them or eat them.
Ethan nods his head like this was a good answer and goes back to pacing.
Mills: We lost out on winning the tournament and getting a title shot. We still have the chance to earn enough points for a title shot down the road if we win this third place match against the zombies.
Joe frowns, shaking his head when the medic gives him a worried look.
Ghaven: We have to fight zombies? Actual zombies?
Mills: In a match with a bunch of fish at ringside. You can use the fish as weapons. I don't think they're actual zombies. Their tag team name is the revving something. I think it means zombies.
Ghaven: You mean the Revenants?
Ethan stops pacing again, pointing at Joe with the ice pack hand like he won the lottery or something.
Mills: Yeah, that! The tag team members are Keith Williams and Neo James Carner. They're like perverts or something.
Ghaven: And there will be fish?
Mills: Yeah! Yeah, there will be all kinds of fish to use as weapons. Should come naturally to you since you like a bear and shit.
Joe raises an eyebrow.
Ghaven: You know that Iron Bear is just a ringname? I'm not actually a bear.
Mills: Oh, but you'll be able to use the fish and shit to beat down those perverts and help that useless Gordon Carlson win third place?
Ghaven: Yeah. We can manage that and Gordon isn't useless. You're kind of the useless one.
Ethan sighs and continues to pace back and forth while the medic ties off the stitches.
Mills: Without my brilliance, you wouldn't even be in a tag team with Gordon fighting for third place! I think that I am owed a bit of recognition for being the insightful man that I am in seeing the opening that Lynx left when he was injured or whatever reason he left NPW for.
Joe just shrugs his massive shoulders.
Ghaven: I can smack them with a marlin or large mouth bass. Some kind of big fish.
Mills: Maybe they'll have nurse sharks there!
Ghaven: No idea what they might have, but I think they might lean toward smaller fish. Whatever they catch, I suppose.
Ethan shrugs.
Mills: Let’s go check on Gordon and make sure that he knows what’s at stake in this upcoming match.
Ghaven: Let’s go easy on playing the blame game when we get to him. Yeah? You don’t want him breaking your scrawny little neck. Do you?
Ethan’s hands go reflexively to his neck and he swallows.
Mills: My neck is my best part! Alright, I’ll be nice. Happy?
Joe chuckles, the sound a great rumble from his large chest.
Ghaven: Maybe we can go over strategies on how to defeat Keith and Neo while we’re at it.
Ethan motions with his hand as he walks out the door.
Mills: Yeah, and we can talk about why he didn’t come to your rescue tonight. Stupid non-backing up tag team partner.
Joe sighs and turns to the medic.
Ghaven: Thank you for your help. I’m sure we will be back when Ethan gets broken by Gordon.
With that, Joe heads out through the door to follow Ethan to go see Gordon.
