Deathbed Diaries (Call to Arms)
Jun 5, 2022 22:06:20 GMT -5
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Post by Thespian on Jun 5, 2022 22:06:20 GMT -5
“The Thespian has been eliminated!”
Those were the last words Theo’s body could physically hear. However, the words in his head spoke much louder as he struggled to hold back his assailant’s hands. Warped thoughts of frustration cloud his mind as Nathan Cage pushes the jagged piece of plexiglass deep enough into his throat to reopen old wounds.
Boos echoed through the arena as Nathan Cage waved off of the Thespian… but the masked man couldn’t hear that anymore.
All he could hear was the blood he was beginning to drown in.
His own blood.
As his consciousness began to fade out and the paramedics began to drag him out from the chamber, he made sure to pry up on his mask just enough to expose the wound… and his mouth as he coughed up his crimson life.
—
Failure.
Talk shit, get hit, right?
I spent months decimating the middling ranks of Next Level Wrestling on my way to the top… claiming that I deserved the shot more than all of my peers getting chances before me…
… And I let it slip through my fucking fingers.
… But, don’t you worry, Cage. Your actions may have just shelved me once more… but don’t you worry… I’ll get you back.
I’ll be back for my gold…
—
…
…
… -ep.
… be– –ep…
… beep-beep…
The passing beeps of a heart monitor echo throughout the hospital room. It had taken a couple of days, but eventually, that machine roused the Thespian from his deep slumber. His eyes slowly pry themselves open against the ceiling lights bearing down against them. He tries to groan… only to immediately feel the familiar sensations of bandages and stitches tightly wrapped up against his throat. His eyes rolled slightly before closing themselves once more; he knew he wasn’t going to be getting up for a while–
“Mr. Thespian. It is good to see that you are regaining consciousness. We were afraid that you would not be able to make it to Thessanora Island.”
... Excuse me?
His eyes weakly try to open themselves again–
“Rest. You’ll need it for your matches in two weeks, after all.”
Matches–
“In case you forgot, from your injuries or otherwise, you agreed to enter yourself into the Call to Arms tournament with your fellow NLW Representatives for a chance at the X*Crown Championship.”
Great. So I’m dealing with someone from the network.
“Now, the rules of Call to Arms, of which you agreed to, states that you and your teammates are to stay on the island for two weeks prior to the pay-per-view date. Now, clearly you are in no shape to fight, let alone take comercial airlines to your destination–”
No, shit?!
“--however, as the network has been more than satisfied with your previous efforts in both your home company as well as your few network appearances, we have decided to pull some strings. As such, you are being transported by private medical charter to your new home for the next two weeks. So, please, get as much rest as you can while you are on this aircraft. You will need it for what is to come.”
... excuse me, what.
If looks could kill, this unknown executive would be dead… provided Theo could actually open his eyes again to glare daggers into him.
“You will be in good company on the island, though. Just think about the partners you’ll have on your team! There’s Keahi Sparks, who you should be well acquainted with by now.”
... Yeah, the whore who skipped the line to the top after I took her out, and the first one out of that hellhole elimination match. I already feel so safe with her watching my back. At least she can kind of fight?
“There’s Felix, your own rival on your rise to your first bit of gold!”
Just took beating his skull in, TWICE, to get there. But, man’s resolve is nigh-unshakable… at least I could maybe temper that to my advantage.
“The current NLW Southern States Champion, Grimgor Ironhide… and Tuna Meltzer!”
... and Pinky and the Brain; the latter of which is in my NLW G1 Bracket. Honestly, he’d better watch his back; might throw him to the wolves during the matches so he doesn’t make it back to the company later. All in all… what a wonderful ragtag group of misfits…
“Ah, yes, and I’m sure you are wondering who your first round opponents are going into the match. You will be going up against… the Guardians! Natalie Burrows, Johnny Maverick, Adrien Cochrane, Adam Sanders, and Danni Anderson. Most, if not all of them, being former World and/or Tag Team Champions. I’m fairly certain the Guardians as a whole have won XHF Gold, too.”
... yeah, I’m just going to be all in all realistic. They’re going to floor us, and no matter how much I rave, I’m going to be the first one out with how I am. Keahi and I are barely in fighting form after Hostile Intent. Felix is coming off a championship loss and deep down, I know that resolved idiot is still anguishing over it. Meltzer and Grimgor may have won their own matches but their cohesion has to be ice and fire.
... but that’s fine. Let’s give them hell, at least. If NOTHING ELSE… I’m going to make damn sure both Tuna and Danni are limping back. What better way to start the tournament back home than with some pre-game sabotage.
Theo lets out a winded exhale as the executive straightens himself out.
“Best of luck to you, good sir. You will definitely need it. We will be arriving within eight hours, so I hope you’ll be able to walk by yourself from there as we will be leaving you on the stretcher either way.”
Oh, what the fuck–
Those were the last words Theo’s body could physically hear. However, the words in his head spoke much louder as he struggled to hold back his assailant’s hands. Warped thoughts of frustration cloud his mind as Nathan Cage pushes the jagged piece of plexiglass deep enough into his throat to reopen old wounds.
Boos echoed through the arena as Nathan Cage waved off of the Thespian… but the masked man couldn’t hear that anymore.
All he could hear was the blood he was beginning to drown in.
His own blood.
As his consciousness began to fade out and the paramedics began to drag him out from the chamber, he made sure to pry up on his mask just enough to expose the wound… and his mouth as he coughed up his crimson life.
—
Failure.
Talk shit, get hit, right?
I spent months decimating the middling ranks of Next Level Wrestling on my way to the top… claiming that I deserved the shot more than all of my peers getting chances before me…
… And I let it slip through my fucking fingers.
… But, don’t you worry, Cage. Your actions may have just shelved me once more… but don’t you worry… I’ll get you back.
I’ll be back for my gold…
—
…
…
… -ep.
… be– –ep…
… beep-beep…
The passing beeps of a heart monitor echo throughout the hospital room. It had taken a couple of days, but eventually, that machine roused the Thespian from his deep slumber. His eyes slowly pry themselves open against the ceiling lights bearing down against them. He tries to groan… only to immediately feel the familiar sensations of bandages and stitches tightly wrapped up against his throat. His eyes rolled slightly before closing themselves once more; he knew he wasn’t going to be getting up for a while–
“Mr. Thespian. It is good to see that you are regaining consciousness. We were afraid that you would not be able to make it to Thessanora Island.”
... Excuse me?
His eyes weakly try to open themselves again–
“Rest. You’ll need it for your matches in two weeks, after all.”
Matches–
“In case you forgot, from your injuries or otherwise, you agreed to enter yourself into the Call to Arms tournament with your fellow NLW Representatives for a chance at the X*Crown Championship.”
Great. So I’m dealing with someone from the network.
“Now, the rules of Call to Arms, of which you agreed to, states that you and your teammates are to stay on the island for two weeks prior to the pay-per-view date. Now, clearly you are in no shape to fight, let alone take comercial airlines to your destination–”
No, shit?!
“--however, as the network has been more than satisfied with your previous efforts in both your home company as well as your few network appearances, we have decided to pull some strings. As such, you are being transported by private medical charter to your new home for the next two weeks. So, please, get as much rest as you can while you are on this aircraft. You will need it for what is to come.”
... excuse me, what.
If looks could kill, this unknown executive would be dead… provided Theo could actually open his eyes again to glare daggers into him.
“You will be in good company on the island, though. Just think about the partners you’ll have on your team! There’s Keahi Sparks, who you should be well acquainted with by now.”
... Yeah, the whore who skipped the line to the top after I took her out, and the first one out of that hellhole elimination match. I already feel so safe with her watching my back. At least she can kind of fight?
“There’s Felix, your own rival on your rise to your first bit of gold!”
Just took beating his skull in, TWICE, to get there. But, man’s resolve is nigh-unshakable… at least I could maybe temper that to my advantage.
“The current NLW Southern States Champion, Grimgor Ironhide… and Tuna Meltzer!”
... and Pinky and the Brain; the latter of which is in my NLW G1 Bracket. Honestly, he’d better watch his back; might throw him to the wolves during the matches so he doesn’t make it back to the company later. All in all… what a wonderful ragtag group of misfits…
“Ah, yes, and I’m sure you are wondering who your first round opponents are going into the match. You will be going up against… the Guardians! Natalie Burrows, Johnny Maverick, Adrien Cochrane, Adam Sanders, and Danni Anderson. Most, if not all of them, being former World and/or Tag Team Champions. I’m fairly certain the Guardians as a whole have won XHF Gold, too.”
... yeah, I’m just going to be all in all realistic. They’re going to floor us, and no matter how much I rave, I’m going to be the first one out with how I am. Keahi and I are barely in fighting form after Hostile Intent. Felix is coming off a championship loss and deep down, I know that resolved idiot is still anguishing over it. Meltzer and Grimgor may have won their own matches but their cohesion has to be ice and fire.
... but that’s fine. Let’s give them hell, at least. If NOTHING ELSE… I’m going to make damn sure both Tuna and Danni are limping back. What better way to start the tournament back home than with some pre-game sabotage.
Theo lets out a winded exhale as the executive straightens himself out.
“Best of luck to you, good sir. You will definitely need it. We will be arriving within eight hours, so I hope you’ll be able to walk by yourself from there as we will be leaving you on the stretcher either way.”
Oh, what the fuck–