Post by Bubba on Jul 16, 2015 16:09:23 GMT -5
**Oh, Nobodies... IT'S PLAYTIME! *sing-song* I believe I can fly!**
**Lunatic leaps from atop the entrance straight at the Nobodies, leveling them both to the ground with **the metal-accentuated move. All three men collapse in a heap.**
Stepping behind the curtain after their match and extracurricular activities, Bubba Reece and Frank Merritt stop to take a moment to catch their breath. Looking down Bubba catches his first look at his blood soaked wife beater T-Shirt. Shaking his head in disbelief Bubba winces in pain and blood begins to drip from his nose again.
“Crap man…I knew I got popped in the nose good, but wow I never figured I leaked this bad!”
Frank looks up and pushes himself off the wall beside Bubba.
“Lemme look at ya dude…It ain’t broke, not cut either, nose bleeds can be tough to stop sometimes…”
Smiling and shaking his head a second time bringing on another wince, Bubba starts walking again. This time towards a restroom.
“Dude the EMT is the other way.”
Frank calls after Bubba. Waving his hand back at his friend and tag partner. Bubba keeps walking towards the single stall restroom dripping blood on the floor as he goes. Passing by other wrestlers and stage crew members Bubba smiles and waves at everyone his face continuing to leak blood. Ignoring the looks of disgust on the crew members faces and slapping high fives to some of the wrestlers Bubba picks up a pep in his step that can only be the telltale signs of an endorphin rush due to surviving an extreme physical challenge.
“What a ride! Can’t wait to see what’s next!”
Reaching the door to the restroom Bubba knocks as he enters not bothering to wait to see if anyone answers. Entering the small single stall restroom Bubba notices a black Doc Martin slightly worn but obviously cared for peeking out from under the stall.
“Don’t worry dude, I just need the sink.”
A slight inhale from inside the stall is the only response.
“Really man, I’m not like that. You do your business in there, I’ll do my business out here and I’ll be out of here before you!”
Receiving silence in return Bubba turns back to the sink and the mirror, seeing for the first time the bloody mess the lower half of his face has become. Whipping his bloody shirt off Bubba wads it up and holds it to his nose to try to stop the bleeding again. Remembering what everyone has always told him growing up he tilts his head back and begins talking again.
“Damn I’m soaked over here! That damned Lunatic is truly nuts! He wasn’t the one to make my nose leak like this though, I took a great shot from Crazy Boy in the match. You should have seen it. Wait…did you see it?”
Not hearing any reply Bubba shrugs and continues his recital of his experiences.
“Tornado tag matches sure can be rough! Almost like an underground match just without the…extra implements of mayhem and destruction. Boy howdy I do love a good underground match! Y’all don’t know how many times Ol Hacksaw busted me upside the head with that two by four…Man I wonder what’s coming next! PCW is one of a kind that is for sure! I know Frank and me have come up short a bit lately but it ain’t for lack of tryin. Are you even still in there?”
Leaning down Bubba attempts to look under the stall but instead staggers back as the pain and blood flowing from his nose increase sharply.
“Doh! That was a mistake! I gotta keep this T-shirt on my face and hold pressure on my nose to stem the bleeding. Ya think this whole tilting the head back thing works or no..I mean everyone does it or says to do it. So it must work right?”
Again Bubba is met with stone cold silence, not even hearing breathing Bubba holds his breath to see if he can pick up any signs of life coming from the bathroom stall.
“You alright in there? You must be the silent type huh…just wanna do your business and be done in there. I can respect that! I also know I can do all the talking for the both of us!”
Pulling the cloth away from his face Bubba leans down and spits blood into the sink.
“I hate when blood runs down the back of your throat! It is so nasty! There’s gotta be a better way to get a bloody nose to stop bleeding. You got any suggestions? No? Look guy I ain’t interested in nothing but getting cleaned up and getting back to the Hotel tonight! I’m just tryin to make polite conversation. I’m not tryin to make it weird or awkward or nothing like that!”
With that being said the sound of toilet paper being rolled out, the toilet flushing and the stall door opening spins Bubba around to stand face to face with Eira, her Black leather pants decorated with a spiked belt and silver chains looping down from each hip. A black brocade corset finishing off her ensemble Eira rolls her eyes and shakes her head as she passes by a stunned Bubba Reece and out the door she goes without saying a word. Putting his face in his palms Bubba shakes his head causing blood to leak from his nose again.
“Epic FAIL Bubba Reece…”
**Lunatic leaps from atop the entrance straight at the Nobodies, leveling them both to the ground with **the metal-accentuated move. All three men collapse in a heap.**
Stepping behind the curtain after their match and extracurricular activities, Bubba Reece and Frank Merritt stop to take a moment to catch their breath. Looking down Bubba catches his first look at his blood soaked wife beater T-Shirt. Shaking his head in disbelief Bubba winces in pain and blood begins to drip from his nose again.
“Crap man…I knew I got popped in the nose good, but wow I never figured I leaked this bad!”
Frank looks up and pushes himself off the wall beside Bubba.
“Lemme look at ya dude…It ain’t broke, not cut either, nose bleeds can be tough to stop sometimes…”
Smiling and shaking his head a second time bringing on another wince, Bubba starts walking again. This time towards a restroom.
“Dude the EMT is the other way.”
Frank calls after Bubba. Waving his hand back at his friend and tag partner. Bubba keeps walking towards the single stall restroom dripping blood on the floor as he goes. Passing by other wrestlers and stage crew members Bubba smiles and waves at everyone his face continuing to leak blood. Ignoring the looks of disgust on the crew members faces and slapping high fives to some of the wrestlers Bubba picks up a pep in his step that can only be the telltale signs of an endorphin rush due to surviving an extreme physical challenge.
“What a ride! Can’t wait to see what’s next!”
Reaching the door to the restroom Bubba knocks as he enters not bothering to wait to see if anyone answers. Entering the small single stall restroom Bubba notices a black Doc Martin slightly worn but obviously cared for peeking out from under the stall.
“Don’t worry dude, I just need the sink.”
A slight inhale from inside the stall is the only response.
“Really man, I’m not like that. You do your business in there, I’ll do my business out here and I’ll be out of here before you!”
Receiving silence in return Bubba turns back to the sink and the mirror, seeing for the first time the bloody mess the lower half of his face has become. Whipping his bloody shirt off Bubba wads it up and holds it to his nose to try to stop the bleeding again. Remembering what everyone has always told him growing up he tilts his head back and begins talking again.
“Damn I’m soaked over here! That damned Lunatic is truly nuts! He wasn’t the one to make my nose leak like this though, I took a great shot from Crazy Boy in the match. You should have seen it. Wait…did you see it?”
Not hearing any reply Bubba shrugs and continues his recital of his experiences.
“Tornado tag matches sure can be rough! Almost like an underground match just without the…extra implements of mayhem and destruction. Boy howdy I do love a good underground match! Y’all don’t know how many times Ol Hacksaw busted me upside the head with that two by four…Man I wonder what’s coming next! PCW is one of a kind that is for sure! I know Frank and me have come up short a bit lately but it ain’t for lack of tryin. Are you even still in there?”
Leaning down Bubba attempts to look under the stall but instead staggers back as the pain and blood flowing from his nose increase sharply.
“Doh! That was a mistake! I gotta keep this T-shirt on my face and hold pressure on my nose to stem the bleeding. Ya think this whole tilting the head back thing works or no..I mean everyone does it or says to do it. So it must work right?”
Again Bubba is met with stone cold silence, not even hearing breathing Bubba holds his breath to see if he can pick up any signs of life coming from the bathroom stall.
“You alright in there? You must be the silent type huh…just wanna do your business and be done in there. I can respect that! I also know I can do all the talking for the both of us!”
Pulling the cloth away from his face Bubba leans down and spits blood into the sink.
“I hate when blood runs down the back of your throat! It is so nasty! There’s gotta be a better way to get a bloody nose to stop bleeding. You got any suggestions? No? Look guy I ain’t interested in nothing but getting cleaned up and getting back to the Hotel tonight! I’m just tryin to make polite conversation. I’m not tryin to make it weird or awkward or nothing like that!”
With that being said the sound of toilet paper being rolled out, the toilet flushing and the stall door opening spins Bubba around to stand face to face with Eira, her Black leather pants decorated with a spiked belt and silver chains looping down from each hip. A black brocade corset finishing off her ensemble Eira rolls her eyes and shakes her head as she passes by a stunned Bubba Reece and out the door she goes without saying a word. Putting his face in his palms Bubba shakes his head causing blood to leak from his nose again.
“Epic FAIL Bubba Reece…”
