RAM
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Post by RAM on Apr 16, 2023 2:02:07 GMT
We find Ram backstage, slamming his boots and other ring gear into his red duffel bag. One could tell the frustation in his eyes as Fiona McFly knocked on the partially-opened door.
Fiona McFly: Are you a'right?
RAM: I don't wanna talk right now. I'm treated like a glorified jobber just 'cause I'm working with those the empty-headed dipshits runnin' this company would rather see wither away and die. Like...you...or JJ...or Caroline...
Ram stuffed more items into his bag.
RAM: Thinkin' about takin' my talents to Retro or some other place where I can be able to whup all kinds of asses more freely.
Fiona shook her head and sighed.
Fiona McFly: I can tell you're frustrated here, but I'm not here to talk shop with you, love. I've...come to give you some news.
Ram stopped packing his bag and plunked himself down on a folding chair.
Fiona McFly: I got a text message from Anne-Marie whilst you were in the ring.
RAM: The lady that runs the White Lion in Baldock, right?
Fiona McFly: Yeah.
Fiona closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her voice becoming more gravelly toned in demeanour.
Fiona McFly: Ram...they found your mum unresponsive in her flat this morning.
Ram's eyes widened.
Fiona McFly: By the time they took her into hospital, there was nothing that could've been done to save her.
His lips quivering, Ram bowed his head and let the bad news sink in.
RAM: You mean...she's...
Fiona McFly: Aye...she's gone.
Fiona hugged Ram as tightly as she could as he just slumped over, his entire body going limp as he tried to process what was going on in his mind.
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