Post by Tristan Ambrose on Apr 24, 2016 22:59:13 GMT -6
The lights were nothing but blurs, like when you squint your eyes. Ace had attacked his eye so much during this match, he couldn’t see, luckily, his instincts kicked in and his well placed knee to the sternum, and Ace was his. Last Word, one two three. He didn’t pay much attention to the ref as he slid out of the ring, not wanting to cause alarm, his celebrated a bit before pulling Alexander close...
“Something’s wrong...”
Alex maintained face, his shitty smirk still plastered on his face. “What do you mean?”, Turning into the curtain we make our way to the trainer’s room as Alexander’s face shows his true concern for his client.
“Can You See?”
“Out one side, that’s fine, the other is blurry, distorted, fucking Ace wouldn’t let up on it. Fucking savage, did you see him after the match, bitching and moaning because he made a mistake and lost the match? Pathetic.”
“He said ya knee’d him in the dick, guess you didn’t hide it well enough..”
Before entering the trainer’s room, Tristan turns and looks over, red eye and all, deadset on Alexander.
“Alex, are you saying that I did it on purpose?”
“I ain’t saying nothing, in my eyes, you won a dirty fight. Just look at your fucking eye.”
He looked in the mirror, it was true, his eye looked fucked, red surrounded by black eye. Alex went and got the trainer as Ambrose took his gloves off. Flexing his hands, he cracked his knuckles, blinking a few times as Alexander came in with the trainer. Alex got on the phone and stepped out as the trainer put on his gloves.
“Well, that is definitely a corneal abrasion.. Ace must have caught you good with his nail or something, it isn’t that bad from what I’m seeing b-”
“Doc.. please with the flashlight... It hurts enough.”
Nodding he clicks the flashlight off, placing it back into his pocket.
“Nothing I can do really, just take some normal aspirin, it should clear up by the next Breakthrough. I’d advise wearing something over that eye in the meantime. Shades, whatever gets the job done.”
Tristan smirked, of course the trainer couldn’t help him. Just another night full of aspirin. Nodding he grabbed his gloves and stuffed them into the waistband on his trunks. Shutting his eye, he winced in pain as a sharp dull pain shot through his face. As it passed Tristan started shaking his head in anger.
“This is such fucking bullshit, how am I supposed to shower?”
“You’ll only have a slight irritation when showering, it won’t kill you. But you know, goes without saying, don’t stand there letting the stream of water eyefuck you.”
Patting the trainer on the back, Ryley and Eva came in, Ryley showed concern for him, with Eva looking at his eye. Around this time, Alexander came back in, sunglasses in tow, tossing them to Ambrose.
“Alright I want you to rest this week, week after you can train for your fight at the next Breakthrough."
Nodding Tristan hugged Eva, and then shared a small kiss with Ryley. He walked over to the locker room, taking a quick shower. Coming out he changes into his clothes, reminding himself to put on the shades as they made there way to the car. Alexander had some promotional work to do, so we all decided to stay in the same hotel.
Getting in the back, Eva sat leaned on her mother, as she leaned on Tristan, Alexander elected to drive, as Tristan's tried to ignore the dull pain that was going to more than likely keep him up all fucking night. As much as he hated it, still, he won.
"Card was up before we left, you got Datura next."
"Huh, should be interesting. Hopefully my eye isn't compromised till then."
"Yeah... wouldn't want you to lose it hahaha."
"Can it Alex, This week fucking sucks."
As the car drives off from the arena, someone in a hoodie walks out from the shadows, smoking a cigarette, watching... waiting..
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Datura.. now I must admit I don't know much about you, I don't know where you come from, what you want, what your ambitions are here in VOW. Trust me when I say that I am sorry that your goal is gonna run into a object that you can't move, that you can't climb, that you can't conquer... You are running into me, Tristan Ambrose, and just like Patrick Jones, Just like Ace Watson.. You will fall.
You don't have to have both eyes, to see that...
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OOC: Sorry for the length, this week fucked me up.
“Something’s wrong...”
Alex maintained face, his shitty smirk still plastered on his face. “What do you mean?”, Turning into the curtain we make our way to the trainer’s room as Alexander’s face shows his true concern for his client.
“Can You See?”
“Out one side, that’s fine, the other is blurry, distorted, fucking Ace wouldn’t let up on it. Fucking savage, did you see him after the match, bitching and moaning because he made a mistake and lost the match? Pathetic.”
“He said ya knee’d him in the dick, guess you didn’t hide it well enough..”
Before entering the trainer’s room, Tristan turns and looks over, red eye and all, deadset on Alexander.
“Alex, are you saying that I did it on purpose?”
“I ain’t saying nothing, in my eyes, you won a dirty fight. Just look at your fucking eye.”
He looked in the mirror, it was true, his eye looked fucked, red surrounded by black eye. Alex went and got the trainer as Ambrose took his gloves off. Flexing his hands, he cracked his knuckles, blinking a few times as Alexander came in with the trainer. Alex got on the phone and stepped out as the trainer put on his gloves.
“Well, that is definitely a corneal abrasion.. Ace must have caught you good with his nail or something, it isn’t that bad from what I’m seeing b-”
“Doc.. please with the flashlight... It hurts enough.”
Nodding he clicks the flashlight off, placing it back into his pocket.
“Nothing I can do really, just take some normal aspirin, it should clear up by the next Breakthrough. I’d advise wearing something over that eye in the meantime. Shades, whatever gets the job done.”
Tristan smirked, of course the trainer couldn’t help him. Just another night full of aspirin. Nodding he grabbed his gloves and stuffed them into the waistband on his trunks. Shutting his eye, he winced in pain as a sharp dull pain shot through his face. As it passed Tristan started shaking his head in anger.
“This is such fucking bullshit, how am I supposed to shower?”
“You’ll only have a slight irritation when showering, it won’t kill you. But you know, goes without saying, don’t stand there letting the stream of water eyefuck you.”
Patting the trainer on the back, Ryley and Eva came in, Ryley showed concern for him, with Eva looking at his eye. Around this time, Alexander came back in, sunglasses in tow, tossing them to Ambrose.
“Alright I want you to rest this week, week after you can train for your fight at the next Breakthrough."
Nodding Tristan hugged Eva, and then shared a small kiss with Ryley. He walked over to the locker room, taking a quick shower. Coming out he changes into his clothes, reminding himself to put on the shades as they made there way to the car. Alexander had some promotional work to do, so we all decided to stay in the same hotel.
Getting in the back, Eva sat leaned on her mother, as she leaned on Tristan, Alexander elected to drive, as Tristan's tried to ignore the dull pain that was going to more than likely keep him up all fucking night. As much as he hated it, still, he won.
"Card was up before we left, you got Datura next."
"Huh, should be interesting. Hopefully my eye isn't compromised till then."
"Yeah... wouldn't want you to lose it hahaha."
"Can it Alex, This week fucking sucks."
As the car drives off from the arena, someone in a hoodie walks out from the shadows, smoking a cigarette, watching... waiting..
----
Datura.. now I must admit I don't know much about you, I don't know where you come from, what you want, what your ambitions are here in VOW. Trust me when I say that I am sorry that your goal is gonna run into a object that you can't move, that you can't climb, that you can't conquer... You are running into me, Tristan Ambrose, and just like Patrick Jones, Just like Ace Watson.. You will fall.
You don't have to have both eyes, to see that...
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OOC: Sorry for the length, this week fucked me up.