Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2014 23:55:07 GMT -5
March 14, 2014
Minsk, Belarus
Minsk-Arena, Backstage
David rested on his back on a bench in the locker room that had been set aside for him by EHWF medical staff, an icepack resting on his forehead and a towel soaked in warm water folded up beneath his head.
The chinks in his armor were beginning to pile up, he mused - first a cracked sternum from Meltdown, as evidenced by the bands of tape that still crisscrossed over his chest, and now a minor concussion from Eric Smith's KOT maneuver, indicated by the trickle of blood from his nose, the giant bruise on one side of his face, and the fact that, according to the doctors that had examined him after the match, his eyes refused to constrict in response to light. And the kicker, of course, was the fact that Nick Rissi was almost directly responsible for both injuries.
He was brought out of his reverie as someone pounded on the heavy, metallic locker room door. Remaining silent in the hope that they, whoever they were, would just go away and leave him alone, David winced as the intruder pounded on the door again, this time much harder than before. Scowling up at the ceiling and grinding his teeth together, he muttered softly to himself.
David: Obstinate...
Then, louder, he called to whoever it was that had disturbed him.
David: Fine. Come in.
TBC: Anyone