Post by Pegasus on Mar 15, 2006 17:37:15 GMT -5
He pushed open the door to the parking lot and then stood a few feet away as he listened to it close. Once he heard it latch, he was able to let down the tough-guy demeanor he'd taken up. He backed up to the wall and slumped against it, having taken more of a beating tonight then anyone ever could have imagined. He'd spent every minute after he was escorted out of the ring with medical personnel, each person doing their job to patch him up as best as they could. He'd spent the rest of the night with them, not even being able to see the main event. After all of his cuts were patched... and there were a lot of them, it was then that he put on his "bad boy" attitude.
He ignored countless pleas that he go to the hospital, shrugging them off and constantly telling everyone, including himself, that he was fine. He even went so far as to give a small push to one of the EMTs that were telling him to go. It wasn't a full out push mind you, but enough of one to let them know that he wasn't going to go. He threw on a shirt, making sure to turn away from them so they wouldn't see him wince in pain, and then gathered the rest of his things and exited towards the parking lot. He dropped his bag beside him on the ground and leaned forward, placing his hands upon his knees to keep himself standing... sort of.
You'd expect a man that had just gone through hell and somehow managed to come back would be pretty tough, even one of the toughest. The fact of it was that everyone had a breaking point, everyone lost all hope in what they were doing sooner or later. First one eye began to fill, and then the other, and soon the tears would slowly slide down his cheek, and then drip off to the cement floor below. This was his chance to really go out and prove himself. Not to the fans, nor to Icemann or any of the other wrestlers though. No, he went out there tonight to prove to himself that he could still do things. That he still had what it took to step in between the ropes and go the distance.
He didn't though, and he fell short of his goal. No matter how many cuts he ended up getting, no matter how many bulbs or panes of glass were shattered around his body, that was the hardest part of the match. Laying on his back, Grimm's body effectively pinning him to the mat. He was conscious, he knew of most everything occurring around him at that moment, but there was nothing he could do. He could barely even turn his head away as the ref started the three count, much less even attempt a kick out. That is what hurts most though. Seeing your goal and having it shattered right in front of your eyes. That is what hurt him the most tonight.
Another thing that had weighed on him heavily, even before his match had even started, even before the show had started, was that Melissa hadn't shown up. All the trouble he'd gone through to set things up, following her, talking to security and getting them to agree to allow him to give her a tour if she showed up. It was all for naught though, all of his planning had gone out the window. He was hoping that they could use this time to close the gap between them more, get closer and perhaps start to learn about why she did what she did. Now he wasn't sure just how to take things. Should he find her again, and try again? Or should he just let things go? He wasn't even sure why he found her in the first place anymore... and things actually seemed kinda dumb that he'd gone through all of that trouble for some girl. He pushed off the wall and stepped out a few steps, contorting his face as he found his body had stiffened up and was sore, although that was to be expected.
Ya know, usually when guys get into fights to impress a girl, they pick ones they can actually win.
He looked over to find her leaning up against one of the pillars, a playful smirk on her face. He quickly turned away from her and walked back to his bag and picked it up. He also did his best to wipe the tear trails from his face, hoping she wouldn't notice he was as weak as he was. He struggled back up to a full standing position, and slinging his bag over his shoulder, something that hurt him more than he thought it would. A quick sigh and he made his way over to her, doing his best to throw on as good of a smile as he could manage in his current condition.
I didn't think you came. I waited for you before the show, but I never saw you, and I guess I kinda took that as a hint you weren't going to make it. On the subject of you being here though... how did you get into the parking lot? Only PCW staff are allowed in this part of the lot...
She smiled a sinister smile, and flashed her blue eyes at him. He wasn't sure why, but it made him feel at ease, safe to a degree. Which was odd, as she was the person that had robbed him a few weeks ago.
I asked the guard politely? Haha... well, let's just say I have my ways. And just because I couldn't make it for the tour doesn't mean I'd miss the show. Just means you'll have to give me another ticket, and maybe I'll be able to make the tour.
She winked... he winced, but turned just slightly so she wouldn't notice. That hospital was sounding like a much better choice then what he'd taken. He started walking towards his truck which wasn't parked much father away, she followed beside him, watching him with her eyes, but remaining silent all the while. Upon reaching the truck, he opened the passenger door and lobbed his bag in behind the front seats, and then turned towards her, and gestured toward the passenger seat.
Well, I'll look into that ticket for the next event for you, and the tour as well. The least I can do for you now though is offer you a ride home if you don't have one yet.
I'd like that. Thank you.
She slid into the seat and he made sure she was in before closing the door. He made his way around the back of the truck, using the truck to steady himself at times even though it was a short walk, and aching all the while. A sigh and a whimper of pain as he opened the door, one he hoped she hadn't heard, and he was in. A few moments later, and they were in the street, and on the way towards her apartment. She talked to him, helping him relive her favorite moments of the match, and the rest of the PPV. He didn't speak though, doing his best to concentrate on the road as he was having problems doing even that. He somehow managed to make it safely to her apartment, and he put the truck in park and let it idle as she opened the truck door.
Thank you very much, this has been one of my best nights out ever, I never knew that wrestling could be so entertaining. I had such a blast! It's a shame you lost though. Maybe next time, right Pegasus... haha. Thanks for the ride though, maybe I'll see you around soon? Need to give me my ticket for the next show ya know.
She winked at him again, and then started saying more to him as his head started to bob and weave in a trance almost. He couldn't hear her though, all he could do was watch her mouth move as she spoke. He was gone, there would be no driving to his hotel tonight. He would be lucky if he could even make it out of this conversation still awake.
... Jon? Jonathan... are you alright? Hey!!! Can you even hear me... oh God... you've lost too much blood haven't you? We need to get you upstairs, ok? Can you even understand me? Jonathan...
He watched as she reached over and turned off the truck, and then she came over to his side and helped him out. It was a struggle for him to stay on his feet, but she managed to get him into the building and started up the steps. He would occasionally black out for a few seconds, but managed to come back and they continued up into the building. The last thing he saw was a door with the number 202 being pushed open before he finally let himself go, and let the blackness swallow his sight...
OOC: Hope it's obvious, but this takes place basically right after the show, just to clear things up.
He ignored countless pleas that he go to the hospital, shrugging them off and constantly telling everyone, including himself, that he was fine. He even went so far as to give a small push to one of the EMTs that were telling him to go. It wasn't a full out push mind you, but enough of one to let them know that he wasn't going to go. He threw on a shirt, making sure to turn away from them so they wouldn't see him wince in pain, and then gathered the rest of his things and exited towards the parking lot. He dropped his bag beside him on the ground and leaned forward, placing his hands upon his knees to keep himself standing... sort of.
You'd expect a man that had just gone through hell and somehow managed to come back would be pretty tough, even one of the toughest. The fact of it was that everyone had a breaking point, everyone lost all hope in what they were doing sooner or later. First one eye began to fill, and then the other, and soon the tears would slowly slide down his cheek, and then drip off to the cement floor below. This was his chance to really go out and prove himself. Not to the fans, nor to Icemann or any of the other wrestlers though. No, he went out there tonight to prove to himself that he could still do things. That he still had what it took to step in between the ropes and go the distance.
He didn't though, and he fell short of his goal. No matter how many cuts he ended up getting, no matter how many bulbs or panes of glass were shattered around his body, that was the hardest part of the match. Laying on his back, Grimm's body effectively pinning him to the mat. He was conscious, he knew of most everything occurring around him at that moment, but there was nothing he could do. He could barely even turn his head away as the ref started the three count, much less even attempt a kick out. That is what hurts most though. Seeing your goal and having it shattered right in front of your eyes. That is what hurt him the most tonight.
Another thing that had weighed on him heavily, even before his match had even started, even before the show had started, was that Melissa hadn't shown up. All the trouble he'd gone through to set things up, following her, talking to security and getting them to agree to allow him to give her a tour if she showed up. It was all for naught though, all of his planning had gone out the window. He was hoping that they could use this time to close the gap between them more, get closer and perhaps start to learn about why she did what she did. Now he wasn't sure just how to take things. Should he find her again, and try again? Or should he just let things go? He wasn't even sure why he found her in the first place anymore... and things actually seemed kinda dumb that he'd gone through all of that trouble for some girl. He pushed off the wall and stepped out a few steps, contorting his face as he found his body had stiffened up and was sore, although that was to be expected.
Ya know, usually when guys get into fights to impress a girl, they pick ones they can actually win.
He looked over to find her leaning up against one of the pillars, a playful smirk on her face. He quickly turned away from her and walked back to his bag and picked it up. He also did his best to wipe the tear trails from his face, hoping she wouldn't notice he was as weak as he was. He struggled back up to a full standing position, and slinging his bag over his shoulder, something that hurt him more than he thought it would. A quick sigh and he made his way over to her, doing his best to throw on as good of a smile as he could manage in his current condition.
I didn't think you came. I waited for you before the show, but I never saw you, and I guess I kinda took that as a hint you weren't going to make it. On the subject of you being here though... how did you get into the parking lot? Only PCW staff are allowed in this part of the lot...
She smiled a sinister smile, and flashed her blue eyes at him. He wasn't sure why, but it made him feel at ease, safe to a degree. Which was odd, as she was the person that had robbed him a few weeks ago.
I asked the guard politely? Haha... well, let's just say I have my ways. And just because I couldn't make it for the tour doesn't mean I'd miss the show. Just means you'll have to give me another ticket, and maybe I'll be able to make the tour.
She winked... he winced, but turned just slightly so she wouldn't notice. That hospital was sounding like a much better choice then what he'd taken. He started walking towards his truck which wasn't parked much father away, she followed beside him, watching him with her eyes, but remaining silent all the while. Upon reaching the truck, he opened the passenger door and lobbed his bag in behind the front seats, and then turned towards her, and gestured toward the passenger seat.
Well, I'll look into that ticket for the next event for you, and the tour as well. The least I can do for you now though is offer you a ride home if you don't have one yet.
I'd like that. Thank you.
She slid into the seat and he made sure she was in before closing the door. He made his way around the back of the truck, using the truck to steady himself at times even though it was a short walk, and aching all the while. A sigh and a whimper of pain as he opened the door, one he hoped she hadn't heard, and he was in. A few moments later, and they were in the street, and on the way towards her apartment. She talked to him, helping him relive her favorite moments of the match, and the rest of the PPV. He didn't speak though, doing his best to concentrate on the road as he was having problems doing even that. He somehow managed to make it safely to her apartment, and he put the truck in park and let it idle as she opened the truck door.
Thank you very much, this has been one of my best nights out ever, I never knew that wrestling could be so entertaining. I had such a blast! It's a shame you lost though. Maybe next time, right Pegasus... haha. Thanks for the ride though, maybe I'll see you around soon? Need to give me my ticket for the next show ya know.
She winked at him again, and then started saying more to him as his head started to bob and weave in a trance almost. He couldn't hear her though, all he could do was watch her mouth move as she spoke. He was gone, there would be no driving to his hotel tonight. He would be lucky if he could even make it out of this conversation still awake.
... Jon? Jonathan... are you alright? Hey!!! Can you even hear me... oh God... you've lost too much blood haven't you? We need to get you upstairs, ok? Can you even understand me? Jonathan...
He watched as she reached over and turned off the truck, and then she came over to his side and helped him out. It was a struggle for him to stay on his feet, but she managed to get him into the building and started up the steps. He would occasionally black out for a few seconds, but managed to come back and they continued up into the building. The last thing he saw was a door with the number 202 being pushed open before he finally let himself go, and let the blackness swallow his sight...
OOC: Hope it's obvious, but this takes place basically right after the show, just to clear things up.