Post by orangecassidy on Jun 29, 2020 19:25:45 GMT -5
Immediately after the pin is counted in the main event of Primetime VI
Orange Cassidy is lying in the ring, facing the lights. Any adrenaline that he had has now left his body. He moves his hand towards his neck and uses his fingers to trace the gash on the side of his neck. It had become larger due to all the physical activity. Orange rolled to the apron and lied there as Spud was celebrating. He could feel the life force being drained from his body, his vision became blurry and dark. He used what energy he had to turn his head towards the inside of the ring. He saw what he believed to be the blurry outline of Don Quintillis and muttered the only thing he could.
Orange Cassidy:
Help.
The blurry outline of the referee runs towards him with his arms raised in the shape of an x. That was the last thing Orange saw before passing out.
The peaceful unknown of the void is interrupted by Orange rapidly coming to in what seems to be a waiting room. The bland looking beige room has chairs around the walls and a table for magazines in the middle. There is a receptionist counter with a middle aged woman sitting there, looking at a computer. Orange looks down at himself and sees that he is all cleaned up and wearing his normal attire. He touches his neck and sees that the wound is gone. Orange shakes his head.
Orange Cassidy’s Internal Monologue:
Fuck. Concussion black outs are a bitch.
OC gets up to survey the room, trying to figure out what doctor’s office he is at. The receptionist motions for him to come towards the desk and he does.
Receptionist:
Hi sir, if you could please put your name on the sign in sheet. Then I’ll call you when they’re ready for you.
Orange looks down at the sign in sheet and it appears as if there are hundreds of names there. Some he recognizes like Mick Foley, Taz and Nick Gage to name a few. He writes his name at the bottom and has a seat. He sticks his hand in his pocket to grab his phone to kill the time, but it’s not there. He checks all his pockets, but all he can find is his cigarette case and a lighter. He turns his head to the receptionist desk.
Orange Cassidy:
Can I smoke in here?
Receptionist:
Of course.
Orange lights up a cigarette and takes a long drag. He leans over to the table in front of him with magazines on it. One of the magazines immediately catches his eye. It was an issue of Time magazine with his face on the cover. The headline read “The Life and Times of Orange Cassidy”. He picks it up and starts flipping through it as he is puffing away on his cigarette.
Orange Cassidy’s Internal Monologue:
This must be part of the new advertising that the Commish was talking about.
Orange opens to the middle of the issue and sees pictures of his early career as Fire Ant (Don’t worry I’ll cover that eventually), when he was IWTV champion touring the indies and when he signed with AEW. He goes to the last page and it is him lying in his own blood as the referee is checking on him and calling for help. Orange is confused, he decides to flip to the beginning of the book and sees pictures of himself as a child and some memories that he had either repressed or rather not relive.
Orange Cassidy’s Internal Monologue:
What the fuck.
Receptionist:
Mr.Cassidy…
OC looks up from the magazine, realizing he is being called to the desk. He puts the magazine down and approaches the desk.
Receptionist:
I’m sorry Mr. Cassidy, but it seems like you came at the wrong time. Please come back when you are supposed to.
Orange Cassidy:
Oh ok sorry.
Orange turns to walk away then he turns back towards the desk.
Orange Cassidy:
I’m sorry, but whose office is this?
The receptionist laughs a little.
Receptionist:
This is the waiting room for the afterlife, sweetie. Oh before you go I have a message for you.
She picks up a sticky note she had on her desk and reads it.
Receptionist:
I am so proud of you, but stop trying to do it all alone. You have friends who love and care about you and people who want to be your friend. Open yourself up to people who care about you. And it is signed with a heart.
She hands the sticky note to him and as he begins to read it, his vision goes all bright. When the brightness fades he realizes he is staring at a ceiling. He turns his head to the right, he sees Trent and Chuck sitting beside him, still wearing their ring gear, Chuck with his eyes red and puffy as if he was crying. Orange raises his hands to see all the wires and machines he is attached to. He puts his hands down and takes a deep breath, his entire body in pain. A commotion is coming from the hallway.
?:
What do ya mean I can’t eat the fuckin jello?
Commissioner Austin enters the room like a bat out of hell. He walks over to Orange on the bed and places something in his hand.
Commissioner Austin:
I don’t know what to get people in hospitals and I saw you smokin the other day so I got you a pack of smokes.
The room is still eerily silent except when Austin talks.
Commissioner Austin:
Well I figured since I am Commissioner now I figured I should check if you died or not.
Nobody says anything.
Commissioner Austin:
Glad you aint dead. You gave one hell of a fight tonight kid, I think you might have killed a few people. Tell ya what, I was told that if you made it that you should have the week off. But with the performance you put on tonight I think you deserve a reward, so next week you are gonna be in a qualifying match for the elimination chamber for the AWF World’s Championship. How does that sound?
With that he slaps the chest of Orange Cassidy. Orange can’t do anything but scream in pain. Chuck and Trent both immediately jump up and get in the face of Austin.
Trent Beretta:
What the fuck?!
Chuck Taylor:
Read the fucking room Austin!
Commissioner Austin:
I was just gonna put you in the ladder match for the tag titles, considering you were the first tag team signed to AWF, but fuck you. Now you're gonna fight Savoir-Faire next week, winner is in the ladder match.
Austin backs out of the room flipping off Chuck and Trent. Chuck and Trent go to the hospital bed to be with their now conscious friend. Orange points to his phone sitting on the little table attached to his bed and Trent hands it to him. He goes to the contact named "Priscilla Kelly, probably" and sends a message saying "Hey". He puts his phone down and looks at his friends before giving them the limpest thumbs up and the scene fades.
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