Post by Icon Lord Leon Corbin on Jul 31, 2015 12:17:27 GMT -6
Moccasins click barely on the laminate flooring of the Hong Kong hospital ward. Slowly travelling up the beige trouser leg and matching jacket, the close up view continues until the face is revealed to belong to the long-time GZW reporter Mickey "The Mouse" Greer. Mini microphone in hand, he clips it to his tie as he keeps moving then stops dead and faces the camera. Just about in view there is clearly something bandaged as he clears his throat.
Greer: Globalverse! It's me! It's me! It's Mick-eeey! Mouse in the house! Uhm...
Looking at someone out of shot, Mickey shakes his head inquisitively, then nods in agreement and clears his throat again.
Greer: Well, Globalverse! Heatwave is over with nothing left but a few burning embers after an absolutely brutal event! Now, you're probably wondering why I'm here and if you're thinking it's to visit half the GZW roster, you'd not be far off as I am pretty sure I have seen several Globalstars scattered about the place. But, as you know, I've got an appointment with one in particular. Reigning and defending World Heavyweight champion Icon lord Leon Corbin and here he is now!
With a hand out to guide the cameraman, the camera pans to bring the bandaging into full view and with it exposing the figure completely bandaged and covered up to the waist in a blanket. The anxious looking mummy looks around as Mickey homes in on the figure with just a pink tuft of hair sprouting from the bandages covering the head.
Greer: Goodness... Well, I knew it was bad when you collapsed at the top of the cage after the show went off the air and what transpired in the match scared and excited a lot of people but is it really that bad?
An unintelligible mutter comes from beneath the fully bandaged face.
Greer: Uhm...Do you think you'll actually be able to do this interview after all? You really are in a sad and sorry state.
The muttering gets a little more aggressive, emphasised by the best death glare that could be mustered by only a pair of eyes on display. But that was to be expected of the champion who had an attitude problem with most people. At the moment Mickey is about to open his mouth again, a nurse hurries over, standing in front of the GZW backstage reporter.
Greer: Sorry, I'm just interviewing my colleague here.
Nurse: Colleague? Maud needs her rest. Please, at her age, she should not be bothered and getting worked up like this. Please!
Mickey holds his hands up, looking past her when he spots another pink haired figure and indeed the man he was looking for down the other end of the ward. His mouth hangs as he comes over sheepish and winces.
Greer: Pink hair rinse... Ah...Uhm... Sorry, Maud.
Without being told twice, the man steps away while "Maud" continues to death glare him from behind her bandages.
From her place beside Leon, Eva was doing her best not to laugh too obviously. She didn’t know what she’d just witnessed, but anytime a mummified pensioner could glare like that, it was worth paying attention. She was perched on her husband’s bed, taking up possibly more space than he was. In her casual attire she looked more like a rabid fan than the flawless beauty she played for the cameras. Her eye makeup had managed to hold up okay against her shower, it didn’t do much to hide the concern in her stare every time it flitted back to Leon.
Icon Corbin: What? Why do you keep looking at me like that?
Wasn't it obvious? His face was swollen, his nose even more so for the fact it was broken yet again. His back had been stitched in several places. Between them, Alex and Sean had done a good number on the man.
Eva: You look like shit, sweetheart……
Icon Corbin: I'm fine. Really...I think. Okay, so I feel a bit like shit but this isn't anything new, is it?
Eva: You think? If you didn’t look so shit right now I’d have given you a bloody clout for going back up to the top of the cages.
He tries to death glare her but why bother? His eyes were so swollen that they really didn't even change position. Her eyes were working fine, she fixed him with a withering look just to prove it.
Eva: Carry on Corbin and I’ll give you something to death glare about. You worried me tonight.
Icon Corbin: I rose to the occasion like I said I would. I've done worse. Not by much maybe but you've seen me worse. In fact we even used to laugh and joke, compare notes about some of the dangerous shit we used to do. Why would you worry now when you know?
Eva: I’m used to seeing you bounce back up……you were out for a long time before getting your arse back into the match. Face it lover, you’re not as young and agile as you used to be.
In reality it probably wasn’t all that long. The mind could do a million terrifying things given enough experience and a few slow seconds. The cameras didn’t move back to check on him for long. The action was elsewhere at that point. It had been a big bump, she half expected him not to be able to get up. Had he landed badly? Even if he hadn’t it wasn’t as if he could control his landing. Disarming her own concerns with humour she offered him a small shrug.
Icon Corbin: I'm thirty three not eighty three. Stop worrying, Gawwwwd!
Eva: Can’t, you’ll just have to deal with it. Do you realise, that bloke over there had attempted to talk to two different pensioners with a pink rinse? Reckon he’s looking for you?
Icon Corbin: Who Mickey? Yes, I do. I did tell him to ask me whatever he was gonna ask me once I won. Didn't think he'd go as far as seek me out in hospital though. And how long am I even meant to stay here for now? The nose thing is really nothing new, my face will go down, I'm stitched up and I think my back is okay.
Ignoring his complaints on the basis that he’d eventually break himself out anyway, she made herself comfortable.
Eva: Wanna place bets on how long it’s going to take him to get kicked out for harassment?
Icon Corbin: Bets...That's a point. I think The Stooges are going to be in deep shit for blatant gambling on television in spite of it being prohibited. But no, I wouldn't place bets on that man. And was he actually trying to interview Maud? She's alright. Liked my hair...
Eva: Hmm, it’s a bit like marmite.
Icon Corbin: And what side of marmite are you on?
Eva: The side that secretly calls you candyfloss?
Icon Corbin: Daww...
He tried his sarcastic face. That didn't work either. Her gaze flickered over his face briefly.
Eva: Nope, no idea what that look was meant to be either. You might have to go Elcor until the swelling goes down.
Icon Corbin: Outraged. Cheeky bitch...
Eva: Aww, you love it really.
Icon Corbin: I do and you need to stop worrying so much. I'm a bit laid up but I'm not dying...Need a cold for that hehee...
Eva: That wasn’t a cold, it was germ warfare, but point made. I’ll stop stressing.
Icon Corbin: Good. Oh and when you get back to the apartment hotel, could you ask for an extra quilt. Need to pad my back a bit.
Eva: They aren’t keeping you in?
Icon Corbin: I don't need to stay here and you know I only get my nose sorted by a certain doctor anyway. I am not walking around like LaToya Jackson if I can help it, ay?
Eva: Alright, the kids are more than used to your snoring by now anyway.
Icon Corbin: Ah shit...the kids...
Eva: You forgot you’d have to face them?
Icon Corbin: Well...kinda...
His face...forget it. He does sigh though.
Eva: Not surprising, you have hit your head a lot…… A LOT.
Icon Corbin: Oi?!
Ignoring him in favour of retrieving her sweets from her pocket she busies herself with the paper bag.
Eva: Could always ask the sitter to have them overnight. Give the whole anaphylactic look chance to subside.
Icon Corbin: But I should probably face them anyway. They'll only bombard you with questions.
Eva: Your choice. Just be glad we’re not seeing Lucy and Danny tonight.
With a shrug she popped a sweet into her mouth. He holds his hand out for a sweet as well.
Icon Corbin: That's not a little questioning with those two, it's a military interrogation...
Handing him the bag to go through himself she nodded.
Eva: They get that from you.
Icon Corbin: How do you figure that out?
Eva: You don’t like being kept in the dark about anything either.
Icon Corbin: I hate secrets, so yeah.
Eva: I know…..Someone ate all my foamy frogs…
Icon Corbin: Yeah and that's because you stole my green gummies, you fiend...
Eva: I was sharing them with you….
Icon Corbin: You took them and didn't tell me. You stole them and therefore criminal...
Adding a gummy ring to each finger on her right hand she smiled brightly.
Eva: And I’d do it again too.
Icon Corbin: You're an evil woman, Evalyn Charlotte Corbin...
Eva: You know it Candyfloss. What you gonna do about it?
Icon Corbin: You think I'm sugar-y sweet. Why would I want to do an-acchh!! Ah my back!
Concern washed away her neutral mask before she even realised. She actually shifted to give him some space, a rarity for her.
Eva: You want me to get someone?
Icon Corbin: No no. It's just...really bruised. I'm bruised everywhere.
Sympathy didn’t last long with the Yorkshire lass. It certainly didn’t save her from stealing the space back.
Eva: Aye well, you still got off bloody lightly.
Icon Corbin: Compared to whom? I took the absolute worst of that match.
Eva: But considering some of those shots, you could have been more seriously hurt.
Inspecting a gummy ring with an eye most reserved for diamonds, she sighed as she bit if off her finger. He tries to shift his weight and groans. He exhales, trying to regain some composure.
Icon Corbin: I know. By the way, have you seen Munin? She's still got my skewers.
Eva: Nope. I stopped by her caravan, but door was close and I didn’t know where Jerry were……I didn’t want to risk it. I did leave her a message to call me later and reminded her about bringing Jerry to lunch at the house.
Icon Corbin: Make sure he's alright too.
Eva: Way ahead of you, love. He has a voice mail too.
Icon Corbin: Yeah, send him another and tell him the skewers were coated beforehand. Might cheer him up a little bit.
Eva: Coated?
Icon Corbin: Nothing serious but Clan Bastard will be extremely uncomfortable right about now.
Eva: Enough said.
Icon Corbin: Well, it looks like Mickey has been listening long enough...What do you think, Mrs Corbin?
Eva: You might be right Candyfloss. Want me to vanish so you can do your thing?
Icon Corbin: Alright. Better do the rounds with friends and family. Prepare the children.
Tilting his head gently to plant a kiss on his lips she straightens up, sliding off the bed.
Eva: Call me when you need picking up.
Icon Corbin: I will, sweetheart...
Satisfied that he’d have no choice and wasn’t about to go walkies any time soon, she leaves him to his interview.
To be continued...
Greer: Globalverse! It's me! It's me! It's Mick-eeey! Mouse in the house! Uhm...
Looking at someone out of shot, Mickey shakes his head inquisitively, then nods in agreement and clears his throat again.
Greer: Well, Globalverse! Heatwave is over with nothing left but a few burning embers after an absolutely brutal event! Now, you're probably wondering why I'm here and if you're thinking it's to visit half the GZW roster, you'd not be far off as I am pretty sure I have seen several Globalstars scattered about the place. But, as you know, I've got an appointment with one in particular. Reigning and defending World Heavyweight champion Icon lord Leon Corbin and here he is now!
With a hand out to guide the cameraman, the camera pans to bring the bandaging into full view and with it exposing the figure completely bandaged and covered up to the waist in a blanket. The anxious looking mummy looks around as Mickey homes in on the figure with just a pink tuft of hair sprouting from the bandages covering the head.
Greer: Goodness... Well, I knew it was bad when you collapsed at the top of the cage after the show went off the air and what transpired in the match scared and excited a lot of people but is it really that bad?
An unintelligible mutter comes from beneath the fully bandaged face.
Greer: Uhm...Do you think you'll actually be able to do this interview after all? You really are in a sad and sorry state.
The muttering gets a little more aggressive, emphasised by the best death glare that could be mustered by only a pair of eyes on display. But that was to be expected of the champion who had an attitude problem with most people. At the moment Mickey is about to open his mouth again, a nurse hurries over, standing in front of the GZW backstage reporter.
Greer: Sorry, I'm just interviewing my colleague here.
Nurse: Colleague? Maud needs her rest. Please, at her age, she should not be bothered and getting worked up like this. Please!
Mickey holds his hands up, looking past her when he spots another pink haired figure and indeed the man he was looking for down the other end of the ward. His mouth hangs as he comes over sheepish and winces.
Greer: Pink hair rinse... Ah...Uhm... Sorry, Maud.
Without being told twice, the man steps away while "Maud" continues to death glare him from behind her bandages.
***
From her place beside Leon, Eva was doing her best not to laugh too obviously. She didn’t know what she’d just witnessed, but anytime a mummified pensioner could glare like that, it was worth paying attention. She was perched on her husband’s bed, taking up possibly more space than he was. In her casual attire she looked more like a rabid fan than the flawless beauty she played for the cameras. Her eye makeup had managed to hold up okay against her shower, it didn’t do much to hide the concern in her stare every time it flitted back to Leon.
Icon Corbin: What? Why do you keep looking at me like that?
Wasn't it obvious? His face was swollen, his nose even more so for the fact it was broken yet again. His back had been stitched in several places. Between them, Alex and Sean had done a good number on the man.
Eva: You look like shit, sweetheart……
Icon Corbin: I'm fine. Really...I think. Okay, so I feel a bit like shit but this isn't anything new, is it?
Eva: You think? If you didn’t look so shit right now I’d have given you a bloody clout for going back up to the top of the cages.
He tries to death glare her but why bother? His eyes were so swollen that they really didn't even change position. Her eyes were working fine, she fixed him with a withering look just to prove it.
Eva: Carry on Corbin and I’ll give you something to death glare about. You worried me tonight.
Icon Corbin: I rose to the occasion like I said I would. I've done worse. Not by much maybe but you've seen me worse. In fact we even used to laugh and joke, compare notes about some of the dangerous shit we used to do. Why would you worry now when you know?
Eva: I’m used to seeing you bounce back up……you were out for a long time before getting your arse back into the match. Face it lover, you’re not as young and agile as you used to be.
In reality it probably wasn’t all that long. The mind could do a million terrifying things given enough experience and a few slow seconds. The cameras didn’t move back to check on him for long. The action was elsewhere at that point. It had been a big bump, she half expected him not to be able to get up. Had he landed badly? Even if he hadn’t it wasn’t as if he could control his landing. Disarming her own concerns with humour she offered him a small shrug.
Icon Corbin: I'm thirty three not eighty three. Stop worrying, Gawwwwd!
Eva: Can’t, you’ll just have to deal with it. Do you realise, that bloke over there had attempted to talk to two different pensioners with a pink rinse? Reckon he’s looking for you?
Icon Corbin: Who Mickey? Yes, I do. I did tell him to ask me whatever he was gonna ask me once I won. Didn't think he'd go as far as seek me out in hospital though. And how long am I even meant to stay here for now? The nose thing is really nothing new, my face will go down, I'm stitched up and I think my back is okay.
Ignoring his complaints on the basis that he’d eventually break himself out anyway, she made herself comfortable.
Eva: Wanna place bets on how long it’s going to take him to get kicked out for harassment?
Icon Corbin: Bets...That's a point. I think The Stooges are going to be in deep shit for blatant gambling on television in spite of it being prohibited. But no, I wouldn't place bets on that man. And was he actually trying to interview Maud? She's alright. Liked my hair...
Eva: Hmm, it’s a bit like marmite.
Icon Corbin: And what side of marmite are you on?
Eva: The side that secretly calls you candyfloss?
Icon Corbin: Daww...
He tried his sarcastic face. That didn't work either. Her gaze flickered over his face briefly.
Eva: Nope, no idea what that look was meant to be either. You might have to go Elcor until the swelling goes down.
Icon Corbin: Outraged. Cheeky bitch...
Eva: Aww, you love it really.
Icon Corbin: I do and you need to stop worrying so much. I'm a bit laid up but I'm not dying...Need a cold for that hehee...
Eva: That wasn’t a cold, it was germ warfare, but point made. I’ll stop stressing.
Icon Corbin: Good. Oh and when you get back to the apartment hotel, could you ask for an extra quilt. Need to pad my back a bit.
Eva: They aren’t keeping you in?
Icon Corbin: I don't need to stay here and you know I only get my nose sorted by a certain doctor anyway. I am not walking around like LaToya Jackson if I can help it, ay?
Eva: Alright, the kids are more than used to your snoring by now anyway.
Icon Corbin: Ah shit...the kids...
Eva: You forgot you’d have to face them?
Icon Corbin: Well...kinda...
His face...forget it. He does sigh though.
Eva: Not surprising, you have hit your head a lot…… A LOT.
Icon Corbin: Oi?!
Ignoring him in favour of retrieving her sweets from her pocket she busies herself with the paper bag.
Eva: Could always ask the sitter to have them overnight. Give the whole anaphylactic look chance to subside.
Icon Corbin: But I should probably face them anyway. They'll only bombard you with questions.
Eva: Your choice. Just be glad we’re not seeing Lucy and Danny tonight.
With a shrug she popped a sweet into her mouth. He holds his hand out for a sweet as well.
Icon Corbin: That's not a little questioning with those two, it's a military interrogation...
Handing him the bag to go through himself she nodded.
Eva: They get that from you.
Icon Corbin: How do you figure that out?
Eva: You don’t like being kept in the dark about anything either.
Icon Corbin: I hate secrets, so yeah.
Eva: I know…..Someone ate all my foamy frogs…
Icon Corbin: Yeah and that's because you stole my green gummies, you fiend...
Eva: I was sharing them with you….
Icon Corbin: You took them and didn't tell me. You stole them and therefore criminal...
Adding a gummy ring to each finger on her right hand she smiled brightly.
Eva: And I’d do it again too.
Icon Corbin: You're an evil woman, Evalyn Charlotte Corbin...
Eva: You know it Candyfloss. What you gonna do about it?
Icon Corbin: You think I'm sugar-y sweet. Why would I want to do an-acchh!! Ah my back!
Concern washed away her neutral mask before she even realised. She actually shifted to give him some space, a rarity for her.
Eva: You want me to get someone?
Icon Corbin: No no. It's just...really bruised. I'm bruised everywhere.
Sympathy didn’t last long with the Yorkshire lass. It certainly didn’t save her from stealing the space back.
Eva: Aye well, you still got off bloody lightly.
Icon Corbin: Compared to whom? I took the absolute worst of that match.
Eva: But considering some of those shots, you could have been more seriously hurt.
Inspecting a gummy ring with an eye most reserved for diamonds, she sighed as she bit if off her finger. He tries to shift his weight and groans. He exhales, trying to regain some composure.
Icon Corbin: I know. By the way, have you seen Munin? She's still got my skewers.
Eva: Nope. I stopped by her caravan, but door was close and I didn’t know where Jerry were……I didn’t want to risk it. I did leave her a message to call me later and reminded her about bringing Jerry to lunch at the house.
Icon Corbin: Make sure he's alright too.
Eva: Way ahead of you, love. He has a voice mail too.
Icon Corbin: Yeah, send him another and tell him the skewers were coated beforehand. Might cheer him up a little bit.
Eva: Coated?
Icon Corbin: Nothing serious but Clan Bastard will be extremely uncomfortable right about now.
Eva: Enough said.
Icon Corbin: Well, it looks like Mickey has been listening long enough...What do you think, Mrs Corbin?
Eva: You might be right Candyfloss. Want me to vanish so you can do your thing?
Icon Corbin: Alright. Better do the rounds with friends and family. Prepare the children.
Tilting his head gently to plant a kiss on his lips she straightens up, sliding off the bed.
Eva: Call me when you need picking up.
Icon Corbin: I will, sweetheart...
Satisfied that he’d have no choice and wasn’t about to go walkies any time soon, she leaves him to his interview.
To be continued...
