Post by James Gilmore on Aug 8, 2018 2:18:19 GMT
~Due to ttime constraints and technical difficulties beyond our control, the following segment was delayed and will be shown as a "Fallout."~
{ We find James Gilmore sitting in a chair inside the dressing room, reading several Bible passages on his tablet. It’s been a roller-coaster of a week for him, dealing with the loss of a respected rival while maintaining a sense of normalcy in his own life. So far, he’s managed to hang in here--even as his bullies continue to denigrate him like nothing happened over the past week.
Yet like all things in life, even a period of silent meditation doesn’t last very long.
We hear a slight knock on the door, then the longtime IWF security guard Otto calmly poked his head through the partially-open doorway, holding his right arm back as if he was not allowing somebody else to enter with him. }
Otto: James…?
{ The ex-Islander nodded slowly, placing his Android on a small table off to the side. }
James Gilmore: Otto...I’m meditatin’, got a big match comin’. ‘Sup?!
{ Otto responded with a grim tone of voice… }
Otto: Well ahem, I don’t mean to intrude but...we’ve got a problem.
{ ...before motioning his right arm towards his chest. Slowly but without any warning, a woman walked into the room looking completely disheveled, bumps and bruises all over her face and arms. Her smile was almost comletely nonexistant, and she was--for lack of a better phrase--rendered completely speechless by her experiences. James’ visage began to change, one from a look of calm to a nearly depressed state as he recognized the figure in question.
It was none other than Yulia Malakova, clad in a white mental hospital uniform.
It had been three months since the coule last saw each other, but James’ long and downright sad expression was clear as his eyes never strayed from the damage caused by the Pack. }
James Gilmore: Oh God, did they REALLY do this to her…!?!
{ Otto sighed. }
Otto: I’m afraid so. I’ve already taken the liberty of notifying your brother; he’ll be taking her back to your home on the next flight out.
{ Gilmore’s eyes widened in shock as he closely inspected the damage that was done. His face turned into a bright crimson, his teeth snarling as he peered at the Leviathan Mark tattoo on Malakova’s shoulder. }
James Gilmore: Take care of her ‘til Johnny gets here. I got work to do.
Otto: Will do--in fact I’ll be flying back to Corpus Christi with him and Yulia too. Where are you going?
{ As if on cue, the buzzer sounded yet James didn’t say another word. He took a deep breath before brushing past Yulia and Otto and heading out the door to get ready for his match. The guard shook his head as she just stands there, powerless to even say a word. }
Otto: I have a very bad feeling about this...
{ We find James Gilmore sitting in a chair inside the dressing room, reading several Bible passages on his tablet. It’s been a roller-coaster of a week for him, dealing with the loss of a respected rival while maintaining a sense of normalcy in his own life. So far, he’s managed to hang in here--even as his bullies continue to denigrate him like nothing happened over the past week.
Yet like all things in life, even a period of silent meditation doesn’t last very long.
We hear a slight knock on the door, then the longtime IWF security guard Otto calmly poked his head through the partially-open doorway, holding his right arm back as if he was not allowing somebody else to enter with him. }
Otto: James…?
{ The ex-Islander nodded slowly, placing his Android on a small table off to the side. }
James Gilmore: Otto...I’m meditatin’, got a big match comin’. ‘Sup?!
{ Otto responded with a grim tone of voice… }
Otto: Well ahem, I don’t mean to intrude but...we’ve got a problem.
{ ...before motioning his right arm towards his chest. Slowly but without any warning, a woman walked into the room looking completely disheveled, bumps and bruises all over her face and arms. Her smile was almost comletely nonexistant, and she was--for lack of a better phrase--rendered completely speechless by her experiences. James’ visage began to change, one from a look of calm to a nearly depressed state as he recognized the figure in question.
It was none other than Yulia Malakova, clad in a white mental hospital uniform.
It had been three months since the coule last saw each other, but James’ long and downright sad expression was clear as his eyes never strayed from the damage caused by the Pack. }
James Gilmore: Oh God, did they REALLY do this to her…!?!
{ Otto sighed. }
Otto: I’m afraid so. I’ve already taken the liberty of notifying your brother; he’ll be taking her back to your home on the next flight out.
{ Gilmore’s eyes widened in shock as he closely inspected the damage that was done. His face turned into a bright crimson, his teeth snarling as he peered at the Leviathan Mark tattoo on Malakova’s shoulder. }
James Gilmore: Take care of her ‘til Johnny gets here. I got work to do.
Otto: Will do--in fact I’ll be flying back to Corpus Christi with him and Yulia too. Where are you going?
{ As if on cue, the buzzer sounded yet James didn’t say another word. He took a deep breath before brushing past Yulia and Otto and heading out the door to get ready for his match. The guard shook his head as she just stands there, powerless to even say a word. }
Otto: I have a very bad feeling about this...