Post by Tristan Ambrose on Jul 2, 2016 22:35:12 GMT -6
OOC: This is gonna be kinda short, for multiple reasons. I’ve kinda hit a rut with Tristan, and I’m working on trying to get out of it. DO NOT HATE ME CHILDREN!!!!
“You were so close dude!”
“I had it.......”
“You were all like “Bang!!! Last Word!!!”
“It was mine...”
“You had it till Kat-”
Tristan cuts his young protege off, tossing a chair past him, Arthur flinching as the metal slammed on the carpet, skidding across the floor. Arthur looked back and forth between the chair and Tristan, before Alexander stepped forward and put his hand on Tristan’s arm.
“Yeah, you did have him beat.. The now current VOW Zero-Gravity Champion was on his back for the second time from The Last Word. You basically are one for one.”
The words burned into his skull, Had... Almost... He felt so close to being champion, he could have swore that ref counted three.. He almost could feel the Zero-Gravity Championship, right there beside him, but it wasn’t there, all thanks to Katie.
Poor Katie Moicelle... So close, so far away. She could have lost the championship with honor, to someone who earned the right to call themselves Zero-Gravity Champion.. But no.. She handed the title to a thief, someone who weaseled his way into the match, A man that Tristan had beat not one month ago no less.. This was her fault... Ace Watson was champion because of her... Grabbing the chair that was tossed, he begins to hit the locker with it.
“FUCKING! STUPID! LITTLE! BITCH! WHO THE FUCK DOES SHE THINK SHE IS HUH?!?! SCREWING ME OUT OF THAT CHAMPIONSHIP! KICKING ME IN THE BACK OF THE FUCKING HEAD LIKE A PUSSY, LIKE A COWARD! SHE'S A FUCKING DISGRACE TO THIS COMPANY!!!”
Once again, the chair is thrown across the room, as Arthur and Ryley leave the room, little Eva following closely behind, Alexander looks around the room. Dented lockers and of course the thrown chair are the evidence of Tristan’s rage as he storms off to the shower, tossing his elbow pads and gloves behind him as he did so.
Alexander sighs, shaking his head as he picks up the accessories, tossing them in Tristan’s duffel bag, as the locker room door opens up, revealing Ethan and the others. Ethan, being a smartass, slowly claps as the shower is heard faintly turning on in the background.
“Hoss doesn’t take losing well I see.”
“Would you be the slightest bit happy about what happen?”
“No, but I wouldn’t partially trash a locker room that the company is renting for the night, or do you think we own this building.”
“It comes out of his pocket..”
“Yeah, and his actions reflect our reputation.”
“I know, I know..... We need a plan, we need to discuss the next move. I say we rest tonight, get our bearings, and fly back to Chicago.”
Ethan shakes his head, beckoning everyone to the hall.
"I've got a better idea. Meet ya at the limo."
“Alex, toss my bag in here... Please.”
Looking back at Alex, Ethan tells him they will be waiting in the limo as Alex moves to get Tristan’s bag into the shower area. After a few moments, Tristan walks out, hair still damp, hid by a beanie, doned in street clothes, his mood appears to be slightly improved. He grabs his bag from the shower counter, before silently following Alex to the limo were the rest of his group was.
The limo ride was silent, the only solid conversation was when Ethan announced that they could just sleep in the plane on the flight back to Chicago, where they could all rest up at Ethan’s house.
The time seemed to blur, from the limo ride to the plane ride back to Chicago, Everyone drifts in between sleep except Tristan, the blinding headache from Katie’s kick leaves him waiting for the plane to land so he can get some form of medication in his body and go to sleep after a night of disappointment.
The turbulence of landing awakens everyone, at the same time jarring Tristan, aggravating his head. He groaned, as he slowly tapped Ethan on the shoulder.
“Any chance you got aspirin at the house?”
“It’s easier to ask what I don’t have in the house Ambrose.”
Tristan slightly smirked at his cockiness, but nevertheless, the plane finally docked, and Ethan’s SUV was there, waiting for them to all pile in. The leather seats were cool to the touch, and calmed Tristan’s headache somewhat, Ryley’s sleeping head on his shoulder, Tristan was able to finally shut his eyes for a bit, before once again he was awaken to enter the house.
“Honey, we’re home!”
“Real cheesy Uncle E.”
“Yeah well, I try.”
Tristan pats Arthur on the back, before shaking Ethan’s hand, then Alex’s.
“Arthur... We start training tomorrow, get some sleep.”
Arthur eagerly nods, happy at the news that his training will start soon. Ethan also nods.
“Great, you can use my gym if you want, I recently had a ring put in when Art moved in."
"He lives here?"
Ethan looked like he was about to say something else, but he refrained when his wife jabbed him in the shoulder. He lightly shook his head, and Tristan looked over at Arthur, who looked.. odd. With a few hugs to his Aunt and Uncle, Arthur made his way up the stairs to his room, excusing himself from the rest of the group.
"Let's put it this way Ambrose... He's had it rough life. Don't take this training shit lightly, he looks up to you.. So treat him good alright?"
"No pressure... Look can you point me to some aspirin and a bed, My head is killing me."
Ethan nodded, and let them to hallway.
"Wait here."
Ethan disappeared for a moment, returning with 2 pills, and water bottle.
"This ain't bath water is it?"
"Hahaha, funny... It's a big house Ambrose, I'm not going to get up at 3 AM and go get a water, There's a mini fridge in there, I keep a few bottles."
Tristan sighed, and took the pills, gulping down the liquid soon after. He didn't know what was wrong with his head, but something wasn't right... But he shrugged it off, he had to prepare for whatever came after this loss... Ethan showed him to his room, and he quickly stripped down to his boxers, slipping into bed with Ryley.
The cool silence informed him that everyone else had fallen asleep, or was in the process of doing so. He figured that nothing better than a good night's rest could help him. Let the meds kick into overdrive when he finally shut his eyes and fell asleep.... His eyes opened again, and for a moment he figured he was in the same room, only to find Ryley was no longer beside him. He was also slightly less muscular, shorter... He got up in a frantic way, rushing into the nearest bathroom, he definitely wasn't in Chicago anymore, not in Ethan's home...
This was Seattle, another nightmare of his childhood plagued him. But he didn't hear anyone... It was dead silent... He knew what was about to happen. Two muffed bangs rang out, follow by a door opening and closing shortly after.. Once again, he started to move, only this time he wasn't in control of his own body.. He couldn't stop moving as he reached the door to his parent's room.
He knew what lied behind these doors.. He had grown not to look when his body opened the door, He didn't need to see his mother and father like that again, Small holes in their foreheads, blood pooling around their respective pillows... But just like his movement was now out of his control, his sight had it's own plans as well.
They opened, and he instantly felt tears stinging his twelve year old form. His father, dead.. Mom right along with him. The same parents that tucked him in that night, now lifeless in front of him... Only now things were different, he heard new noises that were not tied to this nightmare...
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"I forgot to get the kid.."
The next few moments were new, them coming back, faceless shadows forgotten in time, but they were here, and when the smaller of the two put the barrel to Tristan's head, he let his tears fall, as the familiar sound once again rang out. Causing Tristan to shoot up in pain, waking Ryley.
"Tristan? TRISTAN?!"
Tristan shoved her away, the pain in his head was intense, once again he was in Ethan's house, on the ground. He felt like his head was splitting... Ethan barged in with a pistol in his hand, quickly dropping to Tristan's side. Eva could be heard crying in the background.. The pain had never been this bad...
"Tristan, buddy? Jessica call 911, get them here fast. Hey man, what is it talk to me... Tristan?"
"Tristan?"
Once again.. the darkness took him.
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When he woke up, he was in a hospital bed, the IV firmly stuck in his vein, looking around, he found himself to be alone. Feeling around, he felt the caller, pushing the red button, he waited till he saw movement outside his door.
"Mr. Cappotelli, good to see you've awaken."
The fuck?
"What?"
"We ran several tests on you, turns out you don't have a concussion, which I'm sure you are please to here, Your severe headache is what we call a migraine, which a massive blow to the head can cause. I do believe you can leave if you feel like you can, under your own power, but I advise some heavy rest."
Tristan nodded..
"Yes alright then, I'll inform Mr.... Ambrose that you have awakened, and we can begin the process to get you out of here."
With his exit, Ethan walked in, and exchanged some words with the doctor, before smiling and walking in, shutting the door.
"Why did she call me Mr. Cappotelli?"
"Because if they tell the VOW lawyers that you had a near concussion, your out for at least a month. By then, all the good pay per view matches are made, so I told them that you were the manager of Tristan Ambrose."
"So... Who's me?"
"Well... I didn't get that far."
Tristan looked dumbfounded, how did Ethan expect that to work, a fucking six year old could come up with a better excuse...
"I also paid some people under the table to keep this quiet. Fact is that dumb cunt Moicelle, damn near gave you a concussion. You've been out of it for three days. You got a match with Talon at the next show."
"Oh do I..."
"Yes.. You do."
"I damn near had a concussion, and now I gotta wrestle without the proper tests, Do we even have a plan?"
"Yes.. We do. Cause while you've been asleep, I've been plotting your next move."
"Wha.."
"I told Alex through a text on your phone to looking into the Saint and Spencer match stip, that way you can get on good graces with Tyron, and maybe even get a title shot as a thank you for getting the man his kid back. So I'm gonna need you to play along. If that doesn't go through, your one to one with Ace... So Just rest for now... Get your strength back for Talon."
"Yeah.. Talon."
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OOC: Once again, sorry for this being so late. And short.