Post by Performance Center Newbies on Aug 15, 2024 4:13:32 GMT
Mimi had rushed to medical as soon as the show was done. She had watched the unfair and animalistic attack the asshole Cyrus Daniels had unleashed on poor Warren. The ref needed to have his eyes checked, the match should have been thrown out. It was nothing but an abuse of power. She’d complain to management about it, but she knew she didn’t have the level of fame or success to get anyone to listen to her.
But she could at least check on Warren. Warren was laying on stretcher being wheeled to medical by Dr Chen when Mimi jumped in front of it, stopping him and Warren.
“Warren, are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he lied, wincing.
“If you go to company medical, the doctors will bench you. They’ll think you officially can’t compete at Legacy. That you can’t defend your title. Is that what you want?” Mimi asked, her voice dropped to a whisper, right in his ear. “I can patch you up by myself, off the record. I can even get us additional help if you need it.”
“Please, excuse us, Miss Simpson,” Chen said. “This is most irregular.”
Warren forced himself off the stretcher, fueled by adrenaline, even as his head pounded and the world was spinning. The abrupt motion caused him to spill his guts as he stood, wobbly. Mimi immediately rushed to support him.
“Mr Harper, if you leave, I’ll have to note it as AMA,” Chen said.
“Yeah, yeah, against medical advice, I got it,” Warren coughed. “And my name’s Kidd, update your bloody records and leave me alone.”
Mimi helped brace Warren, “He’ll be fine. I’ve got him.” She placed a hand on his stomach to steady him.
They sidestepped the contents of his stomach, as Chen shook his head, helplessly. Mimi guided him back to the nearest private place she could think of, his locker-room, sure to collect Warren’s title off an EMT before they left the official medical team behind.
Mimi sat next to him, taking his hand, “I’m so sorry that happened to you. That beat down should have never been allowed to continue. You didn’t deserve that. Cyrus should have taken it to the fucker directly.”
“Eye for an eye and all that,” Warren coughed. “Dean targeted his wife so he targeted Dean’s husband. At least for now.”
“If you were my husband, I would never have let that beast hurt you.” Mimi said firmly.
“You’re sweet, but please don’t go looking to make Cyrus your problem too,” Warren said softly. “I have enough blood in my hands, not to mention the guilt.”
“I won’t.” Mimi quickly texted the only other person she knew who had medical knowledge. “Still. You deserve better.”
Mimi got him comfortable as she looked over the bruises and the blood, she touched his face gently. “You deserve so much better.”
She didn’t get to hear what Warren might have said as Rosa entered the lockerroom with what looked like an army level medical bag slung over her shoulder, “Have you checked him for a concussion?”
“Not yet.”
Rosa pulled a chair up to Warren’s other side, “Let’s start there.” She did a few tests, shining light in Warren’s eyes and asking him questions like the date and where he was, which Warren answered. “I’m Rosa DeLuca, by the way.” She introduced herself as she pulled out items. “Do you want painkillers while I close that wound?”
“If I take medication, will it affect my ability to compete at Legacy? I don’t want to disrespect Pax as a fellow competitor by not being able to give him the match he deserves.”
“Okay. Whiskey then?” Rosa asked, pulling out a bottle from her bag. “It’s the easy, clean answer. Or do you want to …rawdog it?”
“Rosa!” Mimi objected.
“What? It’s the term.”
“I can tough it out,” Warren insisted. “It’s not my first beating, not by a country mile.”
“Very brave.” Rosa cleaned the cut on his head, with gentle dabs of cotton wool before she grabbed a thin needle and some dissolving suture, “It was also very brave of you to take a stand and condemn your ex-husband’s actions. To stand by your beliefs and take that beating without complaint.” She tilted his head back and started to stitch together the skin around the wounded temple, “Not many would have.”
“That’s what I was saying.” Mimi interjected.
“It’s how I grew up, honestly,” Warren said. “Shut up and take the punishment I deserve for being such a fuck up.”
“You are not a fuck up. Don’t talk about yourself that way. That’s your trauma talking.” Rosa said gently as she kept sewing the skin.
“You are literally one of the best men in this company.” Mimi knew she needed the help from Rosa but suddenly found herself feeling second to the much taller women.
“Mistakes do not define us.” Rosa cut the stitch and put a bandage over it. “You may scar a little but if you put some cream on it, will not be too bad.”
Rosa moved to check the rest of his injuries, pressing firmly to check if anything is broken. Mimi handed Warren a water bottle.
“Thank you. For everything,” Warren said. “I know you two didn’t have to do this. I owe you both. If there’s ever anything I can do, please feel free to ask.”
“Take me for dinner.” Mimi beamed, shooting her shot.
“Sure,” Warren said, unscrewing his water bottle top. “Least I can do in return for everything you’ve done here.”
Rosa smiled softly, “Helping is just what I do. You’ve done something big in ending a cycle with your ex. If you need support for that, I can help with that too. I’ve been there.”
“Thank you,” Warren took a swig. “I’d appreciate that.”
Mimi beamed and looked pointedly at Rosa who seemed to ignore it as she put some yam smelling lotion on some of Warren’s injuries.
“That should help the bruises heal. I can give you my number if you need anything else. Someone to talk to or just more patching up.”
“Of course,” Warren smiled at the taller blonde, “Thank you.”
There was no way he was going to turn down the personal number of somebody who oozed confidence and had a slight muscle mommy vibe that appealed to him. Warren carried himself as somebody who knew how to charm people when he really wanted to.
Rosa packed up her bag while Mimi glared, handing Warren a paper with her number written on it. “You are very welcome.”
"Kai, Yusumi, you think you're untouchable? You think you can win this match just because you've got each other's backs? Well, Candy has mine. And also? Newsflash, ladies—this isn't some fairy tale where you two get to ride off into the sunset and win this match just because you’re bffs or whatever. No, this is real life, and in real life, you're stepping into the ring with me!"
"Kai, you're gonna talk some shit in Japanese and not respond to me but silence won’t save you when you’re face-to-face with the storm I’m bringing. And Yusumi, you might be some kinda magical girl but I’ve taken hits from the best, and I’m still standing! The only thing you’re going to strike is out!"
"This isn’t a game for me—this is survival. And when you step into the ring with me, you're not just fighting another opponent; you're fighting a force of nature! I’ve got nothing to lose and everything to gain, and that makes me the most dangerous woman you’ve ever faced!"
"So bring your best, bring your worst, because I’m ready for anything you throw at me. But know this—when the dust settles, it’ll be me standing tall, and you two? You’ll be nothing but a footnote in my rise to the top!"
But she could at least check on Warren. Warren was laying on stretcher being wheeled to medical by Dr Chen when Mimi jumped in front of it, stopping him and Warren.
“Warren, are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he lied, wincing.
“If you go to company medical, the doctors will bench you. They’ll think you officially can’t compete at Legacy. That you can’t defend your title. Is that what you want?” Mimi asked, her voice dropped to a whisper, right in his ear. “I can patch you up by myself, off the record. I can even get us additional help if you need it.”
“Please, excuse us, Miss Simpson,” Chen said. “This is most irregular.”
Warren forced himself off the stretcher, fueled by adrenaline, even as his head pounded and the world was spinning. The abrupt motion caused him to spill his guts as he stood, wobbly. Mimi immediately rushed to support him.
“Mr Harper, if you leave, I’ll have to note it as AMA,” Chen said.
“Yeah, yeah, against medical advice, I got it,” Warren coughed. “And my name’s Kidd, update your bloody records and leave me alone.”
Mimi helped brace Warren, “He’ll be fine. I’ve got him.” She placed a hand on his stomach to steady him.
They sidestepped the contents of his stomach, as Chen shook his head, helplessly. Mimi guided him back to the nearest private place she could think of, his locker-room, sure to collect Warren’s title off an EMT before they left the official medical team behind.
Mimi sat next to him, taking his hand, “I’m so sorry that happened to you. That beat down should have never been allowed to continue. You didn’t deserve that. Cyrus should have taken it to the fucker directly.”
“Eye for an eye and all that,” Warren coughed. “Dean targeted his wife so he targeted Dean’s husband. At least for now.”
“If you were my husband, I would never have let that beast hurt you.” Mimi said firmly.
“You’re sweet, but please don’t go looking to make Cyrus your problem too,” Warren said softly. “I have enough blood in my hands, not to mention the guilt.”
“I won’t.” Mimi quickly texted the only other person she knew who had medical knowledge. “Still. You deserve better.”
Mimi got him comfortable as she looked over the bruises and the blood, she touched his face gently. “You deserve so much better.”
She didn’t get to hear what Warren might have said as Rosa entered the lockerroom with what looked like an army level medical bag slung over her shoulder, “Have you checked him for a concussion?”
“Not yet.”
Rosa pulled a chair up to Warren’s other side, “Let’s start there.” She did a few tests, shining light in Warren’s eyes and asking him questions like the date and where he was, which Warren answered. “I’m Rosa DeLuca, by the way.” She introduced herself as she pulled out items. “Do you want painkillers while I close that wound?”
“If I take medication, will it affect my ability to compete at Legacy? I don’t want to disrespect Pax as a fellow competitor by not being able to give him the match he deserves.”
“Okay. Whiskey then?” Rosa asked, pulling out a bottle from her bag. “It’s the easy, clean answer. Or do you want to …rawdog it?”
“Rosa!” Mimi objected.
“What? It’s the term.”
“I can tough it out,” Warren insisted. “It’s not my first beating, not by a country mile.”
“Very brave.” Rosa cleaned the cut on his head, with gentle dabs of cotton wool before she grabbed a thin needle and some dissolving suture, “It was also very brave of you to take a stand and condemn your ex-husband’s actions. To stand by your beliefs and take that beating without complaint.” She tilted his head back and started to stitch together the skin around the wounded temple, “Not many would have.”
“That’s what I was saying.” Mimi interjected.
“It’s how I grew up, honestly,” Warren said. “Shut up and take the punishment I deserve for being such a fuck up.”
“You are not a fuck up. Don’t talk about yourself that way. That’s your trauma talking.” Rosa said gently as she kept sewing the skin.
“You are literally one of the best men in this company.” Mimi knew she needed the help from Rosa but suddenly found herself feeling second to the much taller women.
“Mistakes do not define us.” Rosa cut the stitch and put a bandage over it. “You may scar a little but if you put some cream on it, will not be too bad.”
Rosa moved to check the rest of his injuries, pressing firmly to check if anything is broken. Mimi handed Warren a water bottle.
“Thank you. For everything,” Warren said. “I know you two didn’t have to do this. I owe you both. If there’s ever anything I can do, please feel free to ask.”
“Take me for dinner.” Mimi beamed, shooting her shot.
“Sure,” Warren said, unscrewing his water bottle top. “Least I can do in return for everything you’ve done here.”
Rosa smiled softly, “Helping is just what I do. You’ve done something big in ending a cycle with your ex. If you need support for that, I can help with that too. I’ve been there.”
“Thank you,” Warren took a swig. “I’d appreciate that.”
Mimi beamed and looked pointedly at Rosa who seemed to ignore it as she put some yam smelling lotion on some of Warren’s injuries.
“That should help the bruises heal. I can give you my number if you need anything else. Someone to talk to or just more patching up.”
“Of course,” Warren smiled at the taller blonde, “Thank you.”
There was no way he was going to turn down the personal number of somebody who oozed confidence and had a slight muscle mommy vibe that appealed to him. Warren carried himself as somebody who knew how to charm people when he really wanted to.
Rosa packed up her bag while Mimi glared, handing Warren a paper with her number written on it. “You are very welcome.”
"Kai, Yusumi, you think you're untouchable? You think you can win this match just because you've got each other's backs? Well, Candy has mine. And also? Newsflash, ladies—this isn't some fairy tale where you two get to ride off into the sunset and win this match just because you’re bffs or whatever. No, this is real life, and in real life, you're stepping into the ring with me!"
"Kai, you're gonna talk some shit in Japanese and not respond to me but silence won’t save you when you’re face-to-face with the storm I’m bringing. And Yusumi, you might be some kinda magical girl but I’ve taken hits from the best, and I’m still standing! The only thing you’re going to strike is out!"
"This isn’t a game for me—this is survival. And when you step into the ring with me, you're not just fighting another opponent; you're fighting a force of nature! I’ve got nothing to lose and everything to gain, and that makes me the most dangerous woman you’ve ever faced!"
"So bring your best, bring your worst, because I’m ready for anything you throw at me. But know this—when the dust settles, it’ll be me standing tall, and you two? You’ll be nothing but a footnote in my rise to the top!"
Well howdy there pardner.