Post by Zantazm on Feb 3, 2007 13:56:40 GMT -5
Zantazm is helped into the backstage training room by two EMTs as blood is streaming down his face all over his suit. They place him on a hospital bed as one of the other trainers begins cleaning the cuts around his eye.
Zantazm: That Jerk! He had the nerve to trick me into going to the janitor's corridor and then jump me with his two goons. He'll pay for this...
Trainer: Relax, Zantazm, don't over exert yourself right now. We're going to have to bandage up your bruised ribs and give you a few stitches on your face. This shouldn't take long. Just sit still.
Zantazm: It's a good damn thing Hayden and I fought our tag team title match earlier in the night so that I wouldn't have let him down later. Am I going to be able to face Black Wolf later when I get out of here?
Trainer: I would advise against that, Zantazm. You might end up breaking your ribs if you go out there for a second fight. Not to mention, you can barely see out of your left eye.
Zantazm: I can't let down the fans. I'm going to have to get out there one way or another. I may not be 100%, but the show must go on. Dirk and his goons better have left the building, because if I see them idling around in the arena, I'm gonna suspend their asses!
Trainer: Zantazm, I'm not going to say it again, you need to calm yourself, lay back, let us do our jobs and take care of you right now. Please, do not go out there and fight your last match tonight, and more importantly, don't go cause more trouble backstage after all the trauma you've already received.
The trainers remove Zantazm's suit coat and shirt and then discover a tazer mark with burned skin around the entry point.
Trainer: Jeeezuz, look at that wound, what the hell happened there?
Trainer 2: It looks like a 2nd degree burn, get some aloe, get another soft wrap bandage!
Trainer: I've never seen a tazer mark like that before, Dirk must have shocked him for over 3 minutes!
Zantazm trembles at the memory of the tazer shock.
Zantazm: You're damn right he shocked me for 3 minutes, but it felt like 20! I can't wait to get my hands on him!
The trainers continue to treat Zantazm as he stares at the ceiling in disgust. A look of revenge crosses his face as he winces in pain.
END OF THREAD
Zantazm: That Jerk! He had the nerve to trick me into going to the janitor's corridor and then jump me with his two goons. He'll pay for this...
Trainer: Relax, Zantazm, don't over exert yourself right now. We're going to have to bandage up your bruised ribs and give you a few stitches on your face. This shouldn't take long. Just sit still.
Zantazm: It's a good damn thing Hayden and I fought our tag team title match earlier in the night so that I wouldn't have let him down later. Am I going to be able to face Black Wolf later when I get out of here?
Trainer: I would advise against that, Zantazm. You might end up breaking your ribs if you go out there for a second fight. Not to mention, you can barely see out of your left eye.
Zantazm: I can't let down the fans. I'm going to have to get out there one way or another. I may not be 100%, but the show must go on. Dirk and his goons better have left the building, because if I see them idling around in the arena, I'm gonna suspend their asses!
Trainer: Zantazm, I'm not going to say it again, you need to calm yourself, lay back, let us do our jobs and take care of you right now. Please, do not go out there and fight your last match tonight, and more importantly, don't go cause more trouble backstage after all the trauma you've already received.
The trainers remove Zantazm's suit coat and shirt and then discover a tazer mark with burned skin around the entry point.
Trainer: Jeeezuz, look at that wound, what the hell happened there?
Trainer 2: It looks like a 2nd degree burn, get some aloe, get another soft wrap bandage!
Trainer: I've never seen a tazer mark like that before, Dirk must have shocked him for over 3 minutes!
Zantazm trembles at the memory of the tazer shock.
Zantazm: You're damn right he shocked me for 3 minutes, but it felt like 20! I can't wait to get my hands on him!
The trainers continue to treat Zantazm as he stares at the ceiling in disgust. A look of revenge crosses his face as he winces in pain.
END OF THREAD