Post by The DVC on Jan 24, 2017 22:51:24 GMT -5
The cameras fade in with the words "WGWF Exclusive" at the bottom right hand corner of the screen. It's the backstage of the United Center, specifically the trainer's room where Christian Connolly is laying on the trainers table. Erik Josten is standing by the door as Dr. Fihlguud is working his magic.
"Grrmmph."
The noise of discomfort from Connolly's mouth was promptly followed by a sharp release of air through his nostrils. Stretched out on top of the medical trainer's table, he had his sweaty face buried in a towel while a pair of lightly calloused hands started to work wonders on his knee.
As this is going on, Denise Essex quietly slips into the room, unbeknownst to anyone. Josten catches her out of the corner of his eye and looks to stop her, but she says something to Erik which causes him to allow her to pass. She walks up to head of the table and taps Connolly on the shoulder. Connolly raises his head from under the towel.
"Excuse me Christian, but I wanted to see if I could get an update on your condition?" Denise asks quietly.
"I'm fine. I heard my knee pops while battling with Borden and the trainers are just being extra cautious, that's all." Connolly says assertively
"Well that's good to hear. I also wanted to get your thoughts on the newest Rotten Type of Guy MDK winning the West Coast Rumble."
Connolly raises an eyebrow.
"What?!" Connolly says sternly.
Denise taken aback by the reaction, starts to repeat herself. "MDK won the West Coast Rumble."
"Fuck." Connolly says as he quickly kicks the doctor off of his leg and gets up from the table. Landing gingerly on his leg, he flinches a bit but straightens up as Josten makes sure his partner is okay. "I'm fine!" Christian says dismissing the help from Josten.
Connolly looks back at Denise. "This is bullshit and Flash better make this right." Connolly pushes past both Denise and the doctor as he flings the door open and storms out of the trainers office. Josten isn't far behind him, leaving Denise standing there looking confused as to what Connolly means.
FTB
"Grrmmph."
The noise of discomfort from Connolly's mouth was promptly followed by a sharp release of air through his nostrils. Stretched out on top of the medical trainer's table, he had his sweaty face buried in a towel while a pair of lightly calloused hands started to work wonders on his knee.
As this is going on, Denise Essex quietly slips into the room, unbeknownst to anyone. Josten catches her out of the corner of his eye and looks to stop her, but she says something to Erik which causes him to allow her to pass. She walks up to head of the table and taps Connolly on the shoulder. Connolly raises his head from under the towel.
"Excuse me Christian, but I wanted to see if I could get an update on your condition?" Denise asks quietly.
"I'm fine. I heard my knee pops while battling with Borden and the trainers are just being extra cautious, that's all." Connolly says assertively
"Well that's good to hear. I also wanted to get your thoughts on the newest Rotten Type of Guy MDK winning the West Coast Rumble."
Connolly raises an eyebrow.
"What?!" Connolly says sternly.
Denise taken aback by the reaction, starts to repeat herself. "MDK won the West Coast Rumble."
"Fuck." Connolly says as he quickly kicks the doctor off of his leg and gets up from the table. Landing gingerly on his leg, he flinches a bit but straightens up as Josten makes sure his partner is okay. "I'm fine!" Christian says dismissing the help from Josten.
Connolly looks back at Denise. "This is bullshit and Flash better make this right." Connolly pushes past both Denise and the doctor as he flings the door open and storms out of the trainers office. Josten isn't far behind him, leaving Denise standing there looking confused as to what Connolly means.
FTB