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| You're Not the Champ; Mark & Raine Cannon | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 13 2015, 02:34 AM (28 Views) | |
| Cannonboy | Mar 13 2015, 02:34 AM Post #1 |
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After the FSC match at Fallout. Mark is on a cot backstage. A doctor carefully removes the last bit of glass from Mark's face, which is covered in bandaids. The former FSC champ blinks, realizing where he is for the first time. He looks around, vision blurred, trying to come back to life. Someone is holding his hand. Raine: He's awake. The doctor puts on the last bandage. He shakes his head and walks off. Doctor: The things you people do. Stupid kid. Let me know if he freaks out. He walks away. Mark realizes it's Raine hold his hand. he swats it away and bolts up. Cannon: Where's my belt? He looks, panicked at Raine. Cannon: WHERE'S MY BELT!? Raine: You lost, Mark. You lost to Erik. He's the Champ and you're...well. Here. Silence. Mark jumps off the cot, almost collapsing from the pain. His body is barely ready to walk, much less fight. Raine: What are you doing? Cannon: I'm getting my belt back. No DQs. I'll take Erik on in the hallway, in the dressing rooms. I'll rip him apart and take back what's mine- Mark takes one step forward and collapses from the pain. He looks at Raine, humiliated. Cannon: Get out! Raine: You're not champ anymore, Mark. You don't have to be a "god" anymore. The world knows you bleed. And that's okay. Cannon: I told you to get out! Raine: Mark. You were never hardcore. You were never the ruthless one. You've got a squishy underbelly and I really miss it. But you want me to go, I'll go. I hear I'm gonna be booked on the next show. Gotta train for that. Cannon: I'll get it back, Raine. I have to. I got nothing else to lose. Raine: Yeah, Mark. Did you see the way Johnny looked at you? You got one more thing. One more thing to lose. Raine grabs Mark's arm and helps back on to the cot. Cannon: How loud did the crowd cheer when I lost? Raine: Pretty loud. Silence. Cannon: Get out. Raine gets up and walks out the door. Cannon waits till she's gone. He curls up in the fetal position, cluthing his knees to his chest. He can't help the tears as they come. Cannon: You stupid bitch, Cannon. You stupid fucking faggot. He slaps himself, hard, reopening some wounds. His face resets back to neutral. The cold face of a killer. Cannon: They'll bow down. They'll all bow down. End. |
![]() Credit: Lita Maivia [align=center]1x Fighting Spirit Champion[/align]. | |
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