Post by zee488 on Sept 10, 2010 5:08:15 GMT -5
O H P U T O N Y O U R B R A K E L I G H T S,
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SCENE # 1
Date :- 29th August, 2010
Time :- Somewhere around 10:00 p.m.
Place :- GHW Boston Arena.
While for a fact, night had already fallen at this late hour, for the ones at GHW, the night was still young which was significant from the hustle and bustle and backstage as well as all the commotion audible upfront where the Code Blue PPV was still underway. Some where backstage, two referees support a man, their heads tucked under his arms, his torso bare with any article of clothing, moving along his sides and guiding him towards a door where the name plate reads: “Paramedic.”
“Ok! Put him over there,” is a gentle, female voice heard from inside.
"Put me where?!,” are the thoughts running through the guy’s mind.
Once inside the room, the paramedic is revealed to be a Caucasian young woman in her thirties, with a cute face and bushy, curls over her head, currently stand with arm over her hip while the other points towards the small bed stacked at the corner of the room. Approaching the bed, the referees try to lay the injured Fighty fighty person down but he shrugs them off forcing them to leave him there and exit the room. Stan gets seated over the bed, looking in the direction of the doc., the sweaty, battered and bruised face that shines in the moonlight escaping in through the windows is that of the man known as Stan Dreamer at GHW or otherwise simply as Stanley Trinity.
"I’m not dead, yet!” Stan chuckles within himself.
“So we have a stubborn one?!” expresses the doc. referring to Stan, “It’s not unusual for guys like you to come here.”
"Guys like me?” Stan questions in amazement.
“Yeah! Guys like you! You Fighty fighty persons,” she speaks with Stan while reaching for a first aid box from a rack and lowering in down.
"Oh believe me doc. I’m not like those guys.”
“My Fighty fighty persons?” the doc. chuckles, approaching Stan, carrying the
First aid box, “And what makes you so different?”
"Well you see…” Stan pauses, now eyeing the I.D. tag that hangs around the doc’s neck, somewhere in the middle her name spelled out as: “Jenna Talbot”, "… Jenna! I’m no longer hungry for glory, I’m not doing this for gold, I’m doing this ‘cause its all I know, ‘cause its my passion, its my thing. Unlike most here, I don’t expect returns anymore.”
While Stan was speaking, his gaze was still fixed over Jenna’s I.D. card, but his point of view is raised as the doc’s gloved arm reaches under his chin as he raises his head, swabbing the blood off from fresh cuts that were still tricking blood.
"Mmhm!” is the short reply from the doc. as she continues treating his cuts and bruises, a grunt or two escaping Stan’s lips at frequent stings from the medicine now being applied on his forehead.
"Uhh! Be gentle! Be gentle, unlike my opponents of the match I just participated in," thought Stan to himself.
"Oww! That hurts!”
"It’s supposed to dear!” a smile curves up her cheek, her eyes still focused on what she was doing, while Stan’s gaze now traveled towards her fair face as he continued to stare at her dark eyes. Stan lowers his gaze just as the doc. moves her head towards the first aid box, their gazes momentarily meeting and parting. The doc. takes out another blob of clean cotton, her free hand reaching over Stan’s shoulder, pushing his long hair out of the way, trickles of crimson blood visibly pouring from a little cut.
"Are all you guys so husky?” referring to Stan’s long, unkempt hair, gently rubbing blood off the cut across his neck.
"Sort of! It’s a Fighty fighty person thing,” Stan chuckles, a grin forming over the doc’s cheek in response.
Jenna lowers her head towards Stan’s neck, blowing onto the cut. Her cold breath touching Stan’s skin almost made him shiver, but what happened next was entirely unexpected. Jenna’s lips were now in contact with his skin, as she planted kisses across the line of Stan’s neck, sending shivers down his spine and all the wrong places.
"What does a man do in a situation like this? Does he back down or does he get in..?!" wonders Stan.
Before he can figure that out, Jenna now faces Stan directly, a bit too close, as her lips closes into his, his parting away. Stan almost gives into the kiss with desire filling his mind, but those thoughts are clashed with that of Rachael crashing head first into padded concrete floor, courtesy of Ethan Hawke. Stan gently pushes Jenna away, his hands over her shoulders, creating subtle distance between each other.
"She shouldn’t have been there. Rachael!...” worried thoughts filling up his mind regarding the well being of his wife.
"I … I’m sorry. I can’t do this…,” Stan now addresses Jenna.
"Uh! You can’t… ?!” her tone reflecting her discontent.
"I’m married!” Stan, now on his feet, flashes his ringed finger in front of her face, bringing out his cell phone from his jeans pocket with the other.
Jenna seems to appear taken aback as she wipes her lips with her finger, she turns in the opposite direction not wanting to face Stan, getting herself busy in clearing the mess over the bed.
“All done! You ought to be resting now; you’ll be fine in a few days. Apparently there are no signs of a concussion or anything…,” she informs Stan without looking at him.
"Thanks doc! I’ll keep that in mind,” replies Stan in the same fashion, his fingers fiddling over the buttons of the cell phone and his eyes fixed on the screen as he walks out of the room.
Just outside the door, Stan completes the message which reads;
are you alright? where are you?
and presses the send button, waiting for a reply to arrive. The message tone beeps, alerting Stan as he brings it in range of his view and clicks a button for the sms to become visible on the screen.
don’t worry about me just got a headache need to refresh meet me at the hotel pool when you’re done ***** <3 r
Stan places the phone back in his pocket, looking left and right wondering what to do next, just then he feels his stomach heavily grumbling and filling his mind with other thoughts, "Oww!! I definitively need to eat something, and maybe take a shower. Won’t keep you waiting long babe."
"Stan speaking!”
"Stan thinking!”
“Jenna speaking!”
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