Post by Jack Evans on Apr 2, 2015 16:21:44 GMT -5
Jack Evans bowed his head as the nurse ran the cold metal across his face. It had been a few hours since the first ever Show, and Jack was already developing large bruises across his body. The largest of his new purple pop-ups sat on his face, beneath his right eye, where Colton Woods had dropped a hard boot directly onto Jack's cheekbone. Jack was worried that his cheek, his sinus, or his orbital bone might have been cracked, but the nurse assured him it had not.[/i]
"This may hurt a bit, but be sure and hold still."
Jack grunted. He wasn't much in the mood for speaking to anyone right now... Not after the bullshit he just went through. Marty Sunshine, Carter Hayes, Colton Woods, and that two-timing slut Miss Price just caused an uproar in WrestleTown, an uproar caused at Jack's expense.
There's not many things that Jack Evans hates. Sure, he's not a fan of cheaters. He doesn't like when people lie or go back on their word. Seeing someone hurt someone weaker causes Jack to go into a rage. But, above all else, Jack loathes being betrayed, and that's exactly what happened. Colton Woods pretended to be Jack's friend... Pretended to be someone that Jack could turn to when times were rough. But no, Colton betrayed that trust that Jack had began to create. Colton snuffed out the flame of friendship before it had even had time to begin to burn.
Evans winced from the pain of the metal begin pressed firmly into his face, pushing out the bruise that had formed there. The nurse held the back of his head while she pressed, making sure that Jack couldn't squirm away. But, even if he could have, where would he have squirmed to? Jack was here, in Holston, now, and he wasn't planning on going anywhere. Before, he might've had a reason to run. Hell, he had ran plenty of times in his past. There were countless numbers of times that Jack had been booked for some crap indy promotion, getting paid 50 bucks and a bottle of whiskey to show up, but instead, Jack buried himself at the bottom of a bottle and ran from his fears.
This cold metal against his face... The hand pressed firmly to the back of his skull... These things reassured him of his place, here, in WrestleTown. There was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. No, not this time. This time, Colton Woods and his band of sell-outs had barked up the wrong tree. Evans clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white and his nails biting into his palm, as he prepared for the next Show...
A smile crept across Jack's face.
"Colton. Carter. Sunshine. You have fucked up this time."
A chill went down the arm and spine of the nurse that had nothing to do with the cold metal in her hand.
"This may hurt a bit, but be sure and hold still."
Jack grunted. He wasn't much in the mood for speaking to anyone right now... Not after the bullshit he just went through. Marty Sunshine, Carter Hayes, Colton Woods, and that two-timing slut Miss Price just caused an uproar in WrestleTown, an uproar caused at Jack's expense.
There's not many things that Jack Evans hates. Sure, he's not a fan of cheaters. He doesn't like when people lie or go back on their word. Seeing someone hurt someone weaker causes Jack to go into a rage. But, above all else, Jack loathes being betrayed, and that's exactly what happened. Colton Woods pretended to be Jack's friend... Pretended to be someone that Jack could turn to when times were rough. But no, Colton betrayed that trust that Jack had began to create. Colton snuffed out the flame of friendship before it had even had time to begin to burn.
Evans winced from the pain of the metal begin pressed firmly into his face, pushing out the bruise that had formed there. The nurse held the back of his head while she pressed, making sure that Jack couldn't squirm away. But, even if he could have, where would he have squirmed to? Jack was here, in Holston, now, and he wasn't planning on going anywhere. Before, he might've had a reason to run. Hell, he had ran plenty of times in his past. There were countless numbers of times that Jack had been booked for some crap indy promotion, getting paid 50 bucks and a bottle of whiskey to show up, but instead, Jack buried himself at the bottom of a bottle and ran from his fears.
This cold metal against his face... The hand pressed firmly to the back of his skull... These things reassured him of his place, here, in WrestleTown. There was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. No, not this time. This time, Colton Woods and his band of sell-outs had barked up the wrong tree. Evans clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white and his nails biting into his palm, as he prepared for the next Show...
A smile crept across Jack's face.
"Colton. Carter. Sunshine. You have fucked up this time."
A chill went down the arm and spine of the nurse that had nothing to do with the cold metal in her hand.