Post by Crusader Ghostwood on Nov 4, 2019 15:52:02 GMT -5
Backstage at Sin, The Crusader basks in the glow of his win, a towel wrapped around his neck and a bottle of water in his hand, he couldn’t help but smile and laugh. It wasn’t even the biggest match of his career for all intents and purposes. Flynn had wrestled title matches on the independents often, but the number of people he was in front of and the energy he fed off of was new and intoxicating.
“... What a night…” He said to himself and sighed contently.
“Enjoy it man,” Said a passing stage hand. “Card just went up for next week, you’re facing Addy.”
Flynn’s smile dropped. “Fuck.”
“... What a night…” He said to himself and sighed contently.
“Enjoy it man,” Said a passing stage hand. “Card just went up for next week, you’re facing Addy.”
Flynn’s smile dropped. “Fuck.”
-Days later-
It’s mid-afternoon on a Sunday, Flynn grumbles as he thumbs over his phone, looking for whatever kind of tape he can find on Addy, but most of it is all about how she was arrested and sent to Rikers with her brutal street fight against Madwoman Szalinski, he knew he’d have to dig deep but even Meltzer was gushing over how it was perfectly executed.
“Great! Just… Just fantastic, I guess I floored Management with my skills they want to put me up against someone who cuts promos while sitting on the porcelain throne, like some terrible Poop Lich King, she drops pipe bombs while laying brown bombs… I wonder who I pissed off…”
Flynn sighed as he went to last weeks Sin to watch the big triple threat tag, it was good, Addy put up a good fight to say the least, but Flynn realized something.
“Maybe they’re not punishing me… you know, the way I see it… Addy fucked up… I mean sure any press is good press but what kind of press got brought down on Trinity Wrestling after the whole Rikers incident… her shit talking cops… on camera… All eyes were brought on the company.”
Flynn sat up a little and chuckled.
“And while all eyes were on the company… you let the World Champion get pinned… the very next show, while you dropped your guts and talked all that good stuff… you let the Champ be embarrassed…”
He shrugged, leaning back into his seat again.
“I suppose this is the punishment then, and the true test for me, you have to come down to the level of the new comer… and I have to rise to yours…”
Flynn, a bit impressed with his own little deduction of the scenario in front of him, made him feel a little bit better about getting in the ring with Addy, though still the idea of a street fight… and ending up in Rikers, he couldn’t exactly afford something like that, and he’d definitely be sold for cigarettes in prison.
“So Addy, I hope we have ourselves a fine match, a clean one, one where you can’t embarrass anyone but yourself. I look forward to hearing all about how you plan on breaking my knee caps or whatever you mafia types do while also defecating…”