Post by Lord Blake on Sept 7, 2016 2:24:51 GMT
Lord Blake sits on the edge of a doctor's table lazily kicking his feet. A medical doctor had just cleared him of his recent injuries: the staples had closed the gash in the top of his head, none of the slices to his back had become infected and his blood cell count was returning to pre-Deception levels. His body was ready to get back into a wrestling ring.
His mind was a different matter.
The neuropsychologist had already put him through the concussion protocol and found Lord had returned to baseline (whatever that looks like for Lord Blake.) But she still isn't convinced he’s ready. As the neuropsychologist kept on retainer by RSW she was up-to-date on all the latest activities of the roster; that includes the Mean Girls. She had seen exactly what they had been saying about their charge and wondered why he wasn't more worried about his upcoming match.
“You do know what they're capable of, right? I tried to administer these protocol tests on them this summer and one of them killed my cat for it. They aren't anything to joke around about.”
“Then why are they so funny?”
The neuropsychologist's mouth drops.
“So… so funny?”
“Yeah, you know, it's like Gene Wilder dies and these two come in to take his place.”
Lord procures a red Solo cup seemingly from nowhere and takes a big drink.
“I think that was bariu -”
The girl is interrupted.
“They're fuckin' funny.”
“I don't want to see you back here for a while, Lord. One or two more concussions and you may need to drop that belt while you wait for ring clearance. Your injuries are still very recent. I have to sit at ringside at the ready every week so I see everything. Let's not forget that you're not quick to move out of the way of some people at the best of times, let alone two people who are far faster than you. I mean, I've seen your results from the beep test, your cardio is shot. There are so many aspects where you could get the better of them one-on-one but not while they're together. They compliment each other too well while I don't think you and Hanalei have ever had a conversat -”
“I'm -- Mondae Chaos.”
Lord’s eyes go wide while the neuropsychologist swings around searching for the source of the voices.
“I don't belong here and -- I am afraid.”
Lord can't hold it anymore and pfft’s his laughter out like a machine gun. It was him. He was the source of their voices and the doc calms a bit knowing this. He hits another button on his phone and:
“I am -- Mondae -- and -- I am nothing. No skill, no talent, no deserving champ.”
Lord again stifles a laugh.
“Okay, can we get -”
“We are a pretty sad and pathetic team -- because we are in over our heads here.”
“Whatever you say, Chaos.”
The doctor folds her arms.
“You're saying that I should be worried but they obviously aren't confident about this.”
“We don't have a chance! -- We -- We -- W-w-w-we don't have a chance! -- I honestly am a disgrace to watch in the ring.”
The doctor is ready to knock the phone out of his hands.
“Whoa Chaos, you aren't that bad. You're a, uh, better technical wrestler than I am. Remember how much that helped last time? Real technical battle we had.”
“I'm a fraud! -- I'm a fraud!”
This time she does attempt to rip it from his hands.
“That is enough! If you can't take seriously then you risk getting hurt again and in that case I cannot clear you for this match!”
"..."
“... I disgraced my parents legacy.”
The phone goes flying across the room and Lord holds up his hands in surrender.
“Alright, alright. You want me to take this seriously? I'm teaming with the girl who took advantage of Ravey after Jackson got to her. Not great. Maybe if Mondae does something to piss me off again - you know, like go back on her word - then I will give her some consideration. She's just bitter because she lost to me, which is dumb because everyone here will do that eventually. She can come try and get her win back from me though. But I mean, really…”
Lord picks his phone up off the floor.
“Excuse me while I come to terms with what an insignificant, total loser I am. -- We basically have no chance of winning our match.”
