Losing and Being Beaten

[dgs]

DGS: FUCK!!!

David fired a hard kick into the metallic locker door, warping the metal and leaving a sizeable dent in it. The Phenom sat down hard on the wood-slat bench directly across from the row of lockers, haphazardly tossing the World Heavyweight Championship off to the side as he did so. He stared at his feet, running both hands through his hair several times in an attempt to get his breathing under control and his blood pressure down.

He'd lost. They hadn't beaten him - Matt was the one who'd been pinned, and David knew for a fact that a Package Piledriver wasn't enough to put himself away - but he'd lost all the same.

This was why he hated tag team matches. They never did a performer of his caliber any good - all that could happen was that his partner would drag him down, down into the depths of defeat, and on this night, that's exactly what Matt Dave had done.

DGS: Fuck. Just ... fuck.

It was humiliating. It was insufferable. It was -

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK

David glanced up at the locker room door for a moment - just a moment - before looking back down at his boots. It was Corvis or Caliber to interview him, most likely, but there was also a chance that Farrow wanted to come in and gloat. On the off-chance that it was Farrow, David balled his hand into a fist. Those Hollywood-types always had jaws made of glass.

DGS: It's open.

TBC by: Anyone

[Rissi]

The locker room door softly creeked open for a moment as Michael Rissi limped his way into the area. Michael Rissi was hurting, he still had on his dress shirt and dark pair of shadowy jeans from earlier - the only difference was this time he had scars on his face, stitches, his arm wraped up and other cosmetic injuries from his hard fought match with Rockin' Lunatic. Rissi would limp closer to DGS, yet he would limp gracefully almost - Hardcore Championship in hand. Without saying a word, Rissi sat down next to DGS on the hard wooden bench, the two not even looking at each other as silence takes hold for a while.


Michael Rissi
I saw the loss man... It looks like psychologcally it's taken its toll.

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Still a hardened silence.


Michael Rissi
Mad props for not getting pinned doe...[/color]


It's hard to tell whether Rissi is being smart or genuine as he turns his head to the side and perhaps awaits a reply.[/center]


TBC: DGS/Other

[dgs]

David snorted loudly, not once taking his eyes off the toes of his wrestling boots. Psychological toll - that was a good one.

DGS: Do yourself a favor. If you're thinking about leaving wrestling to become a shrink, take my advice and stick to your day job. I'm a pissed at Matt for costing me the match, that's all - even though neither Farrow nor Chellios could beat me a singles match, losses like that don't do my image any favors, y'know?

He paused for a moment, tilting his head to the right and taking notice of Rissi's injuries for the first time.

DGS: ... dude. Shouldn't you be talking to a doctor right now, instead of me? I'd say there's a better chance of you having a concussion than me having psychological damage.

TBC by: Rissi (or others, I suppose)

[Rissi]

Rissi takes a moment then stares back at the ground. He is borderline out of it but takes the time to reply to somewhat mad David GS.


Michael Rissi
You shouldn't let this shit discorage you man. Matt Dave is a flake, you should know that by now. But your damn right Davey, theres no way John Chellios could beat you in a singles match doe. However, your also right about this loss not doing your image any favours. Guys in the back are going to see that as sign of weakness now. Motherfuckers are going to think that they can just walk up into this bitch and beat you, one... two... three... Are you going to let that become the common thought around here or are you going to get past it?


Rissi is still stunned from the pain etc as he slowly closes his eyes then rapidly opens them trying to stay awake and not to appear rude - because no one wants to look rude...

TBC: David GS