Post by Icon Lord Leon Corbin on Jan 22, 2015 1:16:57 GMT -6
Icon Corbin: WHERE IS HE?!!
EMT’s and official try to pacify the new GZW World Heavyweight champion as he staggers through the corridors of the coliseum, mere moments after Aftermath is off the air. His breathing is laboured, his body battered and bruised, his arm firmly against his ribs as he moves slowly with his hand on the wall to support him. Sweat still glistens, infused with spots of blood from minor cuts from his match and its aftermath, his eyes struggling to focus while one is completely closed as if he’d gone twelve rounds in a boxing match. And yet, none of that mattered. He didn’t need vision for focus, just the determination to find the Intercontinental champion he’d beaten not long before.
EMT: Leon, please. We MUST get you examined as a priority. You took a lot of damage to the ribs and your breathing is a concern.
Icon Corbin: I don’t care about that right now. When I find that fucker you can be concerned about him instead. Trust me, he will be worse off than you seem to think I am right now because he will need my boot surgically removed his ars-NNG!! Ah! Fucking hell…
He stops, leaning against the wall and clearly in some agony. The medical staff see it as their cue to take over again but he shrugs off the hand that gets too close.
Icon Corbin: Just…leave me! Better yet, bring Alex Cross to me if you really want to be so fucking helpful.
Referee Dark: Honestly, Leon I am not even sure if he is still even in the building. And if he was, the mood he’s in, I’d assume he’d already be here to finish the job, so to speak.
Honest as he was, Referee Richard Dark finds himself with a firm hand on his shoulder and it’s Referee Trystan Lloyd that steps forward.
Trystan: Leon, come on. You can do this later. The sooner you get checked out, the quicker later can come and the less damage there will be. I know you’re angry right now.
Icon Corbin: Angry?! He doesn’t know what he’s fucking done!
Trystan: Maybe he does or maybe he doesn’t but you are in no fit state to do anything at this point in time. This is folly, Leon.
Icon Corbin: Oh no. Folly is when Alex Cross thinks he can do one on me like that and get away with it. I’ve maimed people for less, ended careers for less. He’s made a BIG fucking mist-Ach!!
He’s stopped by a hacking cough, followed by him clutching his ribs even more as his lips are painted with blooding coming from his mouth. There were no more words, just audible wheezing as he struggled even further to breathe before he eventually crumpled to the floor. Immediately the medical staff are on top of the situation, rushing around the champion to aid him while Referee Lloyd does the thing he’s always really done. Watch over the Ring of Honor Icon. Eventually, Leon’s strapped, taken to the ambulance in the car park waiting for him and to the nearest facility that has seen him too many times over the years than they’d have liked.
EMT’s and official try to pacify the new GZW World Heavyweight champion as he staggers through the corridors of the coliseum, mere moments after Aftermath is off the air. His breathing is laboured, his body battered and bruised, his arm firmly against his ribs as he moves slowly with his hand on the wall to support him. Sweat still glistens, infused with spots of blood from minor cuts from his match and its aftermath, his eyes struggling to focus while one is completely closed as if he’d gone twelve rounds in a boxing match. And yet, none of that mattered. He didn’t need vision for focus, just the determination to find the Intercontinental champion he’d beaten not long before.
EMT: Leon, please. We MUST get you examined as a priority. You took a lot of damage to the ribs and your breathing is a concern.
Icon Corbin: I don’t care about that right now. When I find that fucker you can be concerned about him instead. Trust me, he will be worse off than you seem to think I am right now because he will need my boot surgically removed his ars-NNG!! Ah! Fucking hell…
He stops, leaning against the wall and clearly in some agony. The medical staff see it as their cue to take over again but he shrugs off the hand that gets too close.
Icon Corbin: Just…leave me! Better yet, bring Alex Cross to me if you really want to be so fucking helpful.
Referee Dark: Honestly, Leon I am not even sure if he is still even in the building. And if he was, the mood he’s in, I’d assume he’d already be here to finish the job, so to speak.
Honest as he was, Referee Richard Dark finds himself with a firm hand on his shoulder and it’s Referee Trystan Lloyd that steps forward.
Trystan: Leon, come on. You can do this later. The sooner you get checked out, the quicker later can come and the less damage there will be. I know you’re angry right now.
Icon Corbin: Angry?! He doesn’t know what he’s fucking done!
Trystan: Maybe he does or maybe he doesn’t but you are in no fit state to do anything at this point in time. This is folly, Leon.
Icon Corbin: Oh no. Folly is when Alex Cross thinks he can do one on me like that and get away with it. I’ve maimed people for less, ended careers for less. He’s made a BIG fucking mist-Ach!!
He’s stopped by a hacking cough, followed by him clutching his ribs even more as his lips are painted with blooding coming from his mouth. There were no more words, just audible wheezing as he struggled even further to breathe before he eventually crumpled to the floor. Immediately the medical staff are on top of the situation, rushing around the champion to aid him while Referee Lloyd does the thing he’s always really done. Watch over the Ring of Honor Icon. Eventually, Leon’s strapped, taken to the ambulance in the car park waiting for him and to the nearest facility that has seen him too many times over the years than they’d have liked.
