Post by Thespian on Jun 13, 2022 2:09:33 GMT -5
“The winner of this G1 First Round Match; THE THESPIAN!”
The crowd continues their cheers from the Perfect Tragedy as Theo rolls off of Buta's corpse. His hands reach up for his mask immediately, though. For one, it was extremely hard to breathe through as his opponent’s sweat soaks through the fabric.
However, on the other hand was the sheer amount of blood that was coughed up right after. Revealing up to his nose to breathe once more, the man clutched at his bleeding throat as paramedics rushed to the ring.
The Great Buta may have lost, but the Thespian was still the one leaving the arena for a hospital.
A day or two go by before Theo wakes back up in a hospital bed, unmasked but locked away from prying eyes. The heart monitor beeps beside him as his throat is restitched and tightly bandaged up once more. He feels over the wound before letting out another hoarse sigh.
At least this time around, I can actually let this damn wound heal for two weeks before getting the shit kicked out of me. Then again, for as much as I got banged up by him, Buta was probably the underdog of this bracket. Still got two more opponents to go. Speaking of which, who is next...
Weakly, he reaches over to grab his phone to see the notifications blowing it up. However, after a bit of digging he sees a message from NLW’s management.
Danni Anderson, eh? The sweetest mother in NLW… with an absolute brat for a child ‘manager.’ Do I want to get into the semantics of a twenty-six year old mother with a ten-year-old child; the dark story for Danni, or the lonely story for Leina?
Nah. Because at the end of the day, they’re in my way.
Thank you, Spike Kane, for softening her up for me this week.
I’ll see you in the tiebreaker.
But for now…
His thumb slides off the match notification as he immediately takes to Twitter once more.
And within a couple of moments, the tweet notification goes out to the mysterious wrestler’s followers… and to Danni:
Danni.
Firstly, let me say that you fought valiantly last week. Your heart and soul is something that this company could use.
That being said; drop the kid as your media manager. I'd prefer to hear from you personally rather than someone you're too meek to beat for discipline.
Theo sets the phone back down on the bedside table beside him before sinking back into the cushions once more.
I feel for you, Danni, I do, and if I were not your opponent, I would love for you to take it all. But recovering or not, you, too, will get no mercy from me in that ring. I’ve got debts to repay, and I sure as shit am not doing that by being your jump pad. Time to see how all your gold measures around here.
Because it didn’t for Spikey at Hostile Intent.
The crowd continues their cheers from the Perfect Tragedy as Theo rolls off of Buta's corpse. His hands reach up for his mask immediately, though. For one, it was extremely hard to breathe through as his opponent’s sweat soaks through the fabric.
However, on the other hand was the sheer amount of blood that was coughed up right after. Revealing up to his nose to breathe once more, the man clutched at his bleeding throat as paramedics rushed to the ring.
The Great Buta may have lost, but the Thespian was still the one leaving the arena for a hospital.
A day or two go by before Theo wakes back up in a hospital bed, unmasked but locked away from prying eyes. The heart monitor beeps beside him as his throat is restitched and tightly bandaged up once more. He feels over the wound before letting out another hoarse sigh.
At least this time around, I can actually let this damn wound heal for two weeks before getting the shit kicked out of me. Then again, for as much as I got banged up by him, Buta was probably the underdog of this bracket. Still got two more opponents to go. Speaking of which, who is next...
Weakly, he reaches over to grab his phone to see the notifications blowing it up. However, after a bit of digging he sees a message from NLW’s management.
Danni Anderson, eh? The sweetest mother in NLW… with an absolute brat for a child ‘manager.’ Do I want to get into the semantics of a twenty-six year old mother with a ten-year-old child; the dark story for Danni, or the lonely story for Leina?
Nah. Because at the end of the day, they’re in my way.
Thank you, Spike Kane, for softening her up for me this week.
I’ll see you in the tiebreaker.
But for now…
His thumb slides off the match notification as he immediately takes to Twitter once more.
And within a couple of moments, the tweet notification goes out to the mysterious wrestler’s followers… and to Danni:
Danni.
Firstly, let me say that you fought valiantly last week. Your heart and soul is something that this company could use.
That being said; drop the kid as your media manager. I'd prefer to hear from you personally rather than someone you're too meek to beat for discipline.
Theo sets the phone back down on the bedside table beside him before sinking back into the cushions once more.
I feel for you, Danni, I do, and if I were not your opponent, I would love for you to take it all. But recovering or not, you, too, will get no mercy from me in that ring. I’ve got debts to repay, and I sure as shit am not doing that by being your jump pad. Time to see how all your gold measures around here.
Because it didn’t for Spikey at Hostile Intent.