Post by Thespian on Aug 5, 2022 22:04:24 GMT -5
July 30th, 2022
The Thespian stumbles himself immediately to the back following the close match with Spike Kane. A couple of people, between his wrestling peers and various other stadium workers, offer their congratulations for the match, but he refuses to stop for them. He quickly collects his belongings from the locker room before storming directly out to the main entrance of the arena, to find him.
“And just WHAT the FUCK do you think you’re doing out of the hospital bed?!” Theo immediately shouts out… before nearly coughing up a lung. Between his rematch with Spike, and the fact his throat is barely at the cusp of recovering, he most likely shouldn’t be talking, let alone screaming. Idrissa shakes his head, realizing that fact, raises his own to try and calm his companion down.
“No need to shout… but perhaps, if you’d like to have a proper conversation, it might be best to do it away from the prying eyes of fans and journalists. You can use your hands again.”
After a couple of moments, the wrestler steps out from the bathroom and sits on the edge of the bed opposite to Idrissa with just a towel supporting his waist. His arms raise up and, calmly, he begins to sign;
[“Why are you here? You should be resting in the hospital.”]
“I’ve been resting for months, ‘Theo.’” Idrissa sighs in response as his attention twists to face Theo properly. “Why did you disappear?”
Theo’s hands freeze for a moment. Idrissa continues.
“I had awoken on the day of Masquerade; the day you lost your championship to Tommy Kelly. I tried to call you from the hospital the day after but you didn’t respond. After that, the dirt sheets came out; the Thespian disappeared following defeat! No one knew where he went! I tried to reach out. You weren’t even answering ME; the one YOU put into the hospital originally.”
Theo’s hands tremble once more, his face contorting with grief as he swallows past his scarred throat. They struggle to formulate the signs.
[“I… the guilt was too much, Idi. I’m sorry. I did what I could to try to keep the championship despite everything. But… the guilt of what I’d done to you piled up too much… I went into my match uncertain against Kelly… I lost… everything. The gold. The bonuses. I…”]
“Do you think I cared about that? I cared you didn’t go off and KILL yourself! I know who you are and I know how you handle incidents like this. But… I gave you space, and you came back out of your shell in the end. But… you still never came back to me, so I had to come to you.”
[“Idi, I’m sorry.”]
“I know you are. I forgive you. BUT, you’re buying the next round of drinks.”
[“I don’t know how I’m going to be buying anything right now. I can barely support myself living down here right now with these paychecks.”]
“Maybe it’d help if you didn’t self mutilate yourself before one of the biggest matches of your rebounding career?”
[“I didn’t ACTUALLY reopen my wounds! Why do you think the camera cut out? But… well, Nathan had no shame in doing the job for real, instead.”]
“That’s what happens when you don’t quit; your stubbornness and will to succeed overtook your HEALTH, and that’s why you’re in this situation.”
[“Well… I didn’t have you around to tell me otherwise.”]
Theo smirks slightly as Idrissa matches it with an amused smile of his own.
[“I’ve missed you.”]
“Same… even if you don’t exactly NEED an Interpreter anymore.”
[“Clearly, I need you for the time being. Hell, literal translation work or not… I need you to be around for my sanity, too. But… First thing’s first, I need you to get more rest. You look like a fucking ghost.”]
“I do not!”
Idrissa peers at a nearby mirror… and is taken aback.
“... I’ll buy some make-up.”
[“Again, with what money? I’m trying to win gold for us to be able to afford some luxuries in this newfound life-after-prison again… but we barely can afford staying in hotels every night and eating what little we do.”]
The two are interrupted by the television, and the crowd chanting:
“ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!”
“... Well, Thespian. Why don't you stop moping over the past and start looking at the opportunity placed before you? Because I think you and I both smell golden blood in the water.”
Theo trades a matching grin as the devilish thoughts begin to brew...
[“You know what? I think we can fit make-up into the budget; I’ve got an idea I’d like to try...”]
The Thespian stumbles himself immediately to the back following the close match with Spike Kane. A couple of people, between his wrestling peers and various other stadium workers, offer their congratulations for the match, but he refuses to stop for them. He quickly collects his belongings from the locker room before storming directly out to the main entrance of the arena, to find him.
“And just WHAT the FUCK do you think you’re doing out of the hospital bed?!” Theo immediately shouts out… before nearly coughing up a lung. Between his rematch with Spike, and the fact his throat is barely at the cusp of recovering, he most likely shouldn’t be talking, let alone screaming. Idrissa shakes his head, realizing that fact, raises his own to try and calm his companion down.
“No need to shout… but perhaps, if you’d like to have a proper conversation, it might be best to do it away from the prying eyes of fans and journalists. You can use your hands again.”
The final remark catches the Thespian off guard slightly. Ever since the Interpreter was taken out by the Thespian’s accident… he’s had to communicate verbally with everyone, healed or not. His hands tremble a little for a moment before clutching tightly over his belongings. The two make their way back to a nearby hotel.
As Theo begins to strip away his wrestling garb, Idrissa turns the television on to catch the main event; and while Theo tries to regain his composure and rinse away the blood and sweat, Idrissa watches on as Grimgor and MYOJIN trade blows.
After a couple of moments, the wrestler steps out from the bathroom and sits on the edge of the bed opposite to Idrissa with just a towel supporting his waist. His arms raise up and, calmly, he begins to sign;
[“Why are you here? You should be resting in the hospital.”]
“I’ve been resting for months, ‘Theo.’” Idrissa sighs in response as his attention twists to face Theo properly. “Why did you disappear?”
Theo’s hands freeze for a moment. Idrissa continues.
“I had awoken on the day of Masquerade; the day you lost your championship to Tommy Kelly. I tried to call you from the hospital the day after but you didn’t respond. After that, the dirt sheets came out; the Thespian disappeared following defeat! No one knew where he went! I tried to reach out. You weren’t even answering ME; the one YOU put into the hospital originally.”
Theo’s hands tremble once more, his face contorting with grief as he swallows past his scarred throat. They struggle to formulate the signs.
[“I… the guilt was too much, Idi. I’m sorry. I did what I could to try to keep the championship despite everything. But… the guilt of what I’d done to you piled up too much… I went into my match uncertain against Kelly… I lost… everything. The gold. The bonuses. I…”]
“Do you think I cared about that? I cared you didn’t go off and KILL yourself! I know who you are and I know how you handle incidents like this. But… I gave you space, and you came back out of your shell in the end. But… you still never came back to me, so I had to come to you.”
[“Idi, I’m sorry.”]
“I know you are. I forgive you. BUT, you’re buying the next round of drinks.”
[“I don’t know how I’m going to be buying anything right now. I can barely support myself living down here right now with these paychecks.”]
“Maybe it’d help if you didn’t self mutilate yourself before one of the biggest matches of your rebounding career?”
[“I didn’t ACTUALLY reopen my wounds! Why do you think the camera cut out? But… well, Nathan had no shame in doing the job for real, instead.”]
“That’s what happens when you don’t quit; your stubbornness and will to succeed overtook your HEALTH, and that’s why you’re in this situation.”
[“Well… I didn’t have you around to tell me otherwise.”]
Theo smirks slightly as Idrissa matches it with an amused smile of his own.
[“I’ve missed you.”]
“Same… even if you don’t exactly NEED an Interpreter anymore.”
[“Clearly, I need you for the time being. Hell, literal translation work or not… I need you to be around for my sanity, too. But… First thing’s first, I need you to get more rest. You look like a fucking ghost.”]
“I do not!”
Idrissa peers at a nearby mirror… and is taken aback.
“... I’ll buy some make-up.”
[“Again, with what money? I’m trying to win gold for us to be able to afford some luxuries in this newfound life-after-prison again… but we barely can afford staying in hotels every night and eating what little we do.”]
The two are interrupted by the television, and the crowd chanting:
“ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!”
“Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, advancing to the Semi-Finals representing Group B, and your NEW SOUTHERN-STATES CHAMPION: MYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!!”
"MYOJIN has done it! Both competitors took each other to the edge of their respective limits, but the Shining Star was able to dig deep and get the win!"
"It took everything but the kitchen sink to get it done, but we’ve got a new Southern States Champion… as well as our last semi-finalist. That means that, on the next episode of Ascendancy, MYOJIN will be taking on the Thespian to see who makes it to the finals!"
"It took everything but the kitchen sink to get it done, but we’ve got a new Southern States Champion… as well as our last semi-finalist. That means that, on the next episode of Ascendancy, MYOJIN will be taking on the Thespian to see who makes it to the finals!"
Idrissa turns towards Theo with a grin.
“... Well, Thespian. Why don't you stop moping over the past and start looking at the opportunity placed before you? Because I think you and I both smell golden blood in the water.”
Theo trades a matching grin as the devilish thoughts begin to brew...
[“You know what? I think we can fit make-up into the budget; I’ve got an idea I’d like to try...”]