Post by orangecassidy on Jul 6, 2020 22:14:47 GMT -5
Orange Cassidy’s limp body is rolled out of the ring and carried to the back, just like his opponent. The medics go through the curtain and begin to look him over. Realizing that he’ll probably be ok, the medics find the Best Friends and hand him off. Trent and Chuck carry his corpse to the locker room and lay him down across a few chairs.
Some time passes and OC finally comes to, sitting up quickly in the process. The Best Friends rush over their now awake amigo.
Orange Cassidy:
What happened?
Chuck Taylor:
Dude it was crazy! Your match was about to start and then the ref got a DDT from this mask dude and then the mask dude hit you with a diamond cutter....
Orange gets up and slowly stumbles to the door. The Best Friends stand in front trying to run interference.
Trent Beretta:
Where are you going?
Orange Cassidy:
To the trainers room, I feel like shit.
Chuck Taylor:
Well then let us…
Orange slams his fist into the door.
Orange Cassidy:
Haven’t you two done enough? You’re the whole reason why DDP attacked me! You were so boneheaded that you stole a title from god damn Diamond Dallas Page and it made me lose the match! Get out of my way.
Orange pushes past his friends to make it out into the hallway. He walks slowly, clutching his neck, looking for the trainers room. After aimlessly wandering for what seems like half an eternity to OC, he finally finds the trainers room. Outside the room about ten feet from the door Albert and S2 are arguing about something while Cranston is trying to keep them apart. As OC gets closer to the door, head trainer Reginald Nowinski walks out of the room.
Reginald Nowinski:
Hey man, I’ll look you over in a little bit. I gotta go grab some stuff for Priscilla and then it’ll be your turn.
Reginald continues going wherever the hell he was heading to as Orange walks into the trainers room and takes a seat in a chair. The whole room is no larger than a walk-in closet, so Priscilla Kelly is lying on the table covered in cuts and bruises, no less than five feet from Orange. Despite the physical pain she must be in, Priscilla looks… happy. A small smile rests on her face, almost passively, as she idly lolls her head until she spots Cassidy. The smile on her face grows bigger as she becomes immediately aware of his presence.
Priscilla Kelly
Well, ain’t you a sight for sore eyes Mr. Cassidy.
Orange Cassidy:
I’m gonna take it by your smile that you won your title match?
Priscilla Kelly
Of course I did. It was never a question. I didn’t just win the battle either, I won the war… or atleast... I will.
Priscilla notices that Orange’s expression seems to be one of exasperation.Though, Orange was hardly an open book with his emotions.
Priscilla Kelly
You look, upset. Sorry if that wasn’t the way you wanted things to go in your match…
Orange shrugs and leans back in his chair..
Orange Cassidy:
I mean obviously that’s not the way I wanted it to go down…
Priscilla lets out a sigh.
Priscilla Kelly
I thought you of all people might not really care about the means to the end y’know? Interference is just like, part of the game…
Orange Cassidy:
Not when they’re attacking me...
Priscilla Kelly
What!? They attacked you!?
Orange Cassidy:
Yeah… didn’t you see?
Priscilla Kelly
No, I was preparing stuff! Oh those dumb mother fuckers! DOGGY! S2! Get in here now!
A rather worried Prince Albert and S2 move into the room, Cranston moves in too, shaking.
Cranston
Do you need me too Mistress Kelly?
Priscilla Kelly
No Cranston fuck off.
Cranston
Oh thank god.
Priscilla Kelly
Did you two dumb pieces of shit attack Orange!? Really!? That was the opposite of what I asked you to fucking do!
S2
We didn’t attack Orange!
Priscilla Kelly
That’s not what he said S2! He just said you wasted him mid-match! Is Laci Valentine in the Chamber now!? God dammit!
Orange blinks in her direction.
Orange Cassidy:
DDP knocked me out with a diamond cutter and I only woke up like ten minutes ago...Did you?...Did they?...What happened?
Priscilla Kelly
Wait what? DDP? He’s not on my fucking payroll.
Prince Albert
Mistress… DDP interfered in the match too, before we could, and they clocked Cassidy. But don’t worry, we undid that mess and clocked Laci. Cassidy won, trust me. I placed him on top of her for the pin myself.
Albert turns to Orange.
Prince Albert
You heard it here first buddy, you’re in the Chamber. And you have Priscilla to thank. They were her orders.
Orange looks up from counting on his fingers trying to piece things together in his head. He turns to Albert and then to Priscilla.
Orange Cassidy:
Thanks?...Thanks?...Why did you do that?
Priscilla Kelly
Because, now you’re in the Chamber, and I get to spend more time with you.
She grins at Cassidy. S2 is already filing out of the room, Albert following close behind, but not before shooting a rather hate-filled look Cassidy’s way.
Orange Cassidy:
If you wanted to spend more time with me we could have gone to get ice cream or gone for a drink or something, but the chamber? If you wanted a match we could have just asked Bret Bruce.
Priscilla Kelly
You think Bret Hart would give me what I want in this place? You haven’t paid much attention then sweetheart. Everything I’ve ended up with in this place I’ve fought tooth and nail for, and Bret’s tried stopping me every step of the way. And besides, we can go for an ice cream or a drink any time, when will we get another chance to fight in an Elimination Chamber together?
Orange Cassidy:
Next year? I’m gonna assume it becomes an annual thing, these gimmicks always do.
Priscilla Kelly
I don’t wait that long Orange. It sounds like you don’t want to be in there with me? Is something wrong?
Orange Cassidy:
It’s not that. I feel bad for Laci, she’s good people and I kinda screwed her.
Priscilla Kelly
You didn’t screw her. Your bone head friends screwed her. That match was gonna be a mess anyway, it was ruined from the start. If not for me, and my meddling, your own friends and their dumbassery would’ve cost you that match, I just set things right. I made it so you came out on top of that dumpster fire.
Orange Cassidy:
Yeah I guess. They always mean well though. Say, what do you mean spend time with you? I’m gonna be fighting for your title.
Priscilla Kelly
Yeah honey, but you won’t win. I’m just too good.
Priscilla leans over and gives a playful punch to Orange’s arm.
Priscilla Kelly
But how cute will it be when it gets down to just me and you? I’ll try to finish you with a roll-up, if you’d rather that? I don’t want to DDT that pretty face onto the steel.
Orange folds his hands in front of him and leans forward in his seat. He is staring at his hands as if deep in thought.
Orange Cassidy:
A week ago I almost died. I’ve tasted my own blood more times than I could count. I’ve been burned, scarred and left for dead and people still call me a joke. I may not have liked the way I got into match, but now I’m in it and I’m gonna give it everything I have. If you want to spend time together we can do that some other time because come the Elimination Chamber I’m either leaving as Champion or I’m not leaving at all…
Orange slowly lifts his head up.
Orange Cassidy:
Sorry it’s been a long couple of weeks.
Priscilla just lays on the table, looking inquisitively at Orange. She raises her eyebrows, before her lips curl into a smile and she leans towards him.
Priscilla Kelly
God I wanna suck your dick right now.
Orange blinks at her.
END