Post by Grimm on Feb 10, 2014 12:58:09 GMT -5
The following occurred backstage during the Main Event:
Grimm walks through the corridors of the arena with the International title slung over his shoulder. After that horrific match he grimaces every few steps as he makes his way towards the locker rooms. Coming up on a turn, he hears a commotion from around the corner.
“Mr. Wryght, I’m afraid we’re going to have to insist you come with us to the hospital.”
“And I’m afraid you’re shit out of luck. I said I’m fine!”
“But sir, that hand is going to need stitches,” pleads the other EMT.
“So will you if you don’t leave me be.”
Grimm makes the turn and comes close to running straight into Mr. Showtime. Two EMTs follow right behind him.
“What do you want, Phinehas?” spits Showtime.
Grimm shakes his head. “Nothing from you. I’m just trying to get out of here so I can go home. I’m sorry things didn’t work out for you tonight.”
Showtime narrows his eyes and rubs his bandaged hand. “Yeah, well…congrats on your title, I guess. I hope you don’t expect to get away with cutting me again.”
Grimm ignores the comment as he walks away, but then stops and turns back.
“Oh, hey, Mike…”
Showtime curses under his breath. “What?”
“Get well soon.”
And Grimm blows a handful of grey powder into Showtime’s face.
Grimm walks through the corridors of the arena with the International title slung over his shoulder. After that horrific match he grimaces every few steps as he makes his way towards the locker rooms. Coming up on a turn, he hears a commotion from around the corner.
“Mr. Wryght, I’m afraid we’re going to have to insist you come with us to the hospital.”
“And I’m afraid you’re shit out of luck. I said I’m fine!”
“But sir, that hand is going to need stitches,” pleads the other EMT.
“So will you if you don’t leave me be.”
Grimm makes the turn and comes close to running straight into Mr. Showtime. Two EMTs follow right behind him.
“What do you want, Phinehas?” spits Showtime.
Grimm shakes his head. “Nothing from you. I’m just trying to get out of here so I can go home. I’m sorry things didn’t work out for you tonight.”
Showtime narrows his eyes and rubs his bandaged hand. “Yeah, well…congrats on your title, I guess. I hope you don’t expect to get away with cutting me again.”
Grimm ignores the comment as he walks away, but then stops and turns back.
“Oh, hey, Mike…”
Showtime curses under his breath. “What?”
“Get well soon.”
And Grimm blows a handful of grey powder into Showtime’s face.
