WrestleFest - Backstage/Now I'm Pretty
Dec 21, 2016 13:00:45 GMT -6
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Post by Order: Jessica Tendonin on Dec 21, 2016 13:00:45 GMT -6
12:22 AM
December 20th, 2016
WrestleFest - Backstage
After Ladder Match
Camera Status: Off
Carrying her new briefcase in one hand, and her discarded inhaler in the other, Dragasha Omega stumbled through the halls in the backstage area, making her way to her dressing room. Her face was a mess; her nose was broken and her face was covered in blood that had began to dry. Her body ached, but her breathing was back to normal. Or normal-ish. As she moved slowly, she saw several other Brawl and Rampage stars.
Several of them clapped as she passed them. She offered a weak kind of smile, clutching her briefcase. Arriving back at her dressing room, she found it empty and waiting; Polly was privately preparing for her match, and Lucius had his own dressing room. Dragasha assumed her other dragons who made the trip were off taking care of Order business. Looking in the mirror, she contemplated her blood stained countenance with admiration. Now I’m pretty, she thought to herself. As she collapsed in her chair, she sighed before passing out.
2:29 AM
December 20th, 2016
Mendoza General Hospital
Santa Maria, Bulacan
Camera Status: Off
By the time Dragasha awakened a few hours later, she’d been moved. She was in a hospital room. Her vision was partially obscured and then she realized why; she was wearing a face mask, to reset her broken nose. A breathing mask was awkwardly attached, as well. She could feel the stitches in her forehead. A cool compress was on her ribs, so she was right about them being bruised. As she looked around, she saw Lucius, sitting in a chair, looking at a tablet.
DragashaL Lucius…
He looked up, hearing her and set the device down, coming to her side. He grabbed her hand and kissed it as he leaned over.
Lucius: We came back to your dressing room and you’d passed out. When you wouldn’t respond, we brought you here.
Dragasha: I was exhausted. Drew put the paws on me.
Lucius: And it still wasn’t enough, love. You took everything he had. You even fought off an asthma attack to win tonight.
Dragasha: Lucky for me he saw me toss the inhaler. Otherwise, I may have not only lost, but potentially died. Fucking asthma.
Lucius: But things worked out, and you have a chance to go after the United States Championship again. The new champi-
Dragasha: WHAT!?
Lucius: Yeah, Luke Wolfe lost it. Griffin Hawkins is the new champion.
Dragasha: Dammit...I wanted to be the one to defeat Luke Wolfe for it.
Lucius: Worry about that later. Tonight, you won a battle. That briefcase right there puts you back on the fast track. That is what you should focus on.
Dragasha: Wait...shouldn’t you be leaving? For your surgery?
Lucius: Your uncle is standing by with the Cessna. The Gulfstream will be ready for you whenever you want to go home.
Dragasha: I see...leave the tablet, I want to watch the remainder of the show. Hey...how did Polly do?
Lucius: Oh, Ms. Polly Pocket?
Dragasha: Don’t toy with me…
Lucius: Let’s just say, no matter what happens in the main event...WrestleFest 2016 belongs to Polly Pocket.
Dragasha smiled, now. She was tough on Polly, because she knew the young lady was capable of great things. She gave her one last piece of encouragement before the night began, and Polly had achieved the goal set, and taken both matches.
Dragasha: Wow. I’m very proud of her. Give me the tablet, and get on the plane. You have surgery waiting.
He nodded and leaned over to kiss her lightly. Giving her the iPad, he left. Dragasha went to the app just as the main event was started. She’d ordered the rum, in anticipation of Xplode winning the championship back. She went in and out of consciousness, but she was awake when the final moment came. She nearly jumped out of the bed with excitement.
December 20th, 2016
WrestleFest - Backstage
After Ladder Match
Camera Status: Off
Carrying her new briefcase in one hand, and her discarded inhaler in the other, Dragasha Omega stumbled through the halls in the backstage area, making her way to her dressing room. Her face was a mess; her nose was broken and her face was covered in blood that had began to dry. Her body ached, but her breathing was back to normal. Or normal-ish. As she moved slowly, she saw several other Brawl and Rampage stars.
Several of them clapped as she passed them. She offered a weak kind of smile, clutching her briefcase. Arriving back at her dressing room, she found it empty and waiting; Polly was privately preparing for her match, and Lucius had his own dressing room. Dragasha assumed her other dragons who made the trip were off taking care of Order business. Looking in the mirror, she contemplated her blood stained countenance with admiration. Now I’m pretty, she thought to herself. As she collapsed in her chair, she sighed before passing out.
2:29 AM
December 20th, 2016
Mendoza General Hospital
Santa Maria, Bulacan
Camera Status: Off
By the time Dragasha awakened a few hours later, she’d been moved. She was in a hospital room. Her vision was partially obscured and then she realized why; she was wearing a face mask, to reset her broken nose. A breathing mask was awkwardly attached, as well. She could feel the stitches in her forehead. A cool compress was on her ribs, so she was right about them being bruised. As she looked around, she saw Lucius, sitting in a chair, looking at a tablet.
DragashaL Lucius…
He looked up, hearing her and set the device down, coming to her side. He grabbed her hand and kissed it as he leaned over.
Lucius: We came back to your dressing room and you’d passed out. When you wouldn’t respond, we brought you here.
Dragasha: I was exhausted. Drew put the paws on me.
Lucius: And it still wasn’t enough, love. You took everything he had. You even fought off an asthma attack to win tonight.
Dragasha: Lucky for me he saw me toss the inhaler. Otherwise, I may have not only lost, but potentially died. Fucking asthma.
Lucius: But things worked out, and you have a chance to go after the United States Championship again. The new champi-
Dragasha: WHAT!?
Lucius: Yeah, Luke Wolfe lost it. Griffin Hawkins is the new champion.
Dragasha: Dammit...I wanted to be the one to defeat Luke Wolfe for it.
Lucius: Worry about that later. Tonight, you won a battle. That briefcase right there puts you back on the fast track. That is what you should focus on.
Dragasha: Wait...shouldn’t you be leaving? For your surgery?
Lucius: Your uncle is standing by with the Cessna. The Gulfstream will be ready for you whenever you want to go home.
Dragasha: I see...leave the tablet, I want to watch the remainder of the show. Hey...how did Polly do?
Lucius: Oh, Ms. Polly Pocket?
Dragasha: Don’t toy with me…
Lucius: Let’s just say, no matter what happens in the main event...WrestleFest 2016 belongs to Polly Pocket.
Dragasha smiled, now. She was tough on Polly, because she knew the young lady was capable of great things. She gave her one last piece of encouragement before the night began, and Polly had achieved the goal set, and taken both matches.
Dragasha: Wow. I’m very proud of her. Give me the tablet, and get on the plane. You have surgery waiting.
He nodded and leaned over to kiss her lightly. Giving her the iPad, he left. Dragasha went to the app just as the main event was started. She’d ordered the rum, in anticipation of Xplode winning the championship back. She went in and out of consciousness, but she was awake when the final moment came. She nearly jumped out of the bed with excitement.
