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Date Posted: 22:07:17 03/18/02 Mon
Author: Dark Tiger
Subject: Hospitalized

OOC: Sorry, my heart just wasn't in it, this week.

((( What a night. What a fucking night. When Tiger fought Gabriel there was something missing. It was the drive to fight. It was the drive to win. Mainly because Tiger knew he was not going to win. He did not know why, but he fucking knew. And it made him fucking angry. So he tried with all his fucking heart, and what happened? He lost. And why is that? Because he fucking sucks, that is why. I knew he would not win, because Tiger is a fucking bum. He will never amount to anything at the rate he is going. He is just a pathetic little Indian boy, if he will not listen to a fucking word I say, he should just up and retire because I am not going to sit back and coach this loser.



He fought and he fought and he fought. But to no evail. All because he sucks that badly. He was tearing apart Gabriel, but Gabriel was tearing him apart, too. Glass fire, tables, blah, blah, blah. Some people walk away from those matches, proud just to have survived one, well I say, "fuck 'em". Who the hell gives a fuck whether you went into one of those matches or not? Not me. Not you. Not anyone one of those motherfucking fans give a damn. Will Dark Tiger turn into one of those sorry fucks that think, "I tried my best, and that's good enough"? That is what losers think, and I will not let Tiger become a fucking loser. Not on my fucking watch.



Tiger made a fool out of himself. And it is not all his fault. I should have prepared him, but no, I had to think otherwise. Dark Tiger is not what he used to be, after all. I should have gave him the fucking help he needed. Needles to say, I am pretty fucking angry with him and myself. But, hey, that is the way the bowling ball bounces right?... Wrong. Very fucking wrong, because that is the way losers think. And I am sure as hel, Bach is not a loser and Dark Tiger will soon not be a loser.



I know some will not like it though, because Tiger will be consumed with an obsession that held his life fast for so long before. But this is not about him, it is about me. Fuck, I am going to train a champion, and no fucking feelings of his wife or friends is going to make me feel otherwise.



I cannot stand losing. Especially losing to people like Gabriel. The arrogant bastard does not deserve a spot in the ring or on the GWA roster. But it does not matter. If he does not deserve a spot on the roster, then Dark Tiger surely does not. But I need to make Dark Tiger earn back what he has lost. It might not be easy, it might take a while, but time is relative.



I saw Dark Tiger's expression after the match. It was an expression of a broken man. A wrestler who fucking sucks. A man who knows he has been beaten. And I saw his expression when he hobbled backstage, paramedics begging him to get on the fucking gurney. But he would not. Maybe there's still hope for him...)))



Tick.




((( The world seemed to spin. And maybe it did, because more than one had experienced fear and pain at the moment when Tiger stumbled backstage. Tiger felt as if he was oozing blood from every pore... and he probably was. The paramedics seemed like flies the way they buzzed around him. He could not really understand what they were saying. Probably something fucking stupid. Blood poored down Tiger's face and his eyes stung. Even when he wiped away the cascade, his eyes were still irritated by the crimson ooze, and the river started again. He swatted at one of the paramedic flies that had gotten near his face. He stumbled into the back, holding his head which felt like the world was pressing down on it. Then, in a vision of red, he saw a beautiful woman run up to him, her face twisted into an expression of worry. )))



Tiger: "Pretty lady... hee hee..."



((( She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer, rubbing his cheek with another. )))



"Why th' hell are you just standing there? Fucking help him!"



((( The paramedics closed in,m but Tiger thrashed around and threw two of them off when they tried to guide him to the ambulance. )))



Tiger: "Get tha hell offa me!!"



((( Then Tiger noticed that that woman was KRistine.)))



Kristine: "Frank, yer delerious! Let them help you!"



((( Tiger brushed his bloody, black hair out of his eyes. )))



Tiger: "I'm fine, I'm fine!!"



((( Kristine grabbed Tiger. )))




Krristine: "But you're not!!"



((( Tiger had thought he had said, "I am!" but he passed out before he did. He felt the warm, sticky cataract of blood flow over his face and did not know what was happening. He could just feel himself sinking towards the floor and touch the cold cement. )))



Tick.




((( It is not an uncommon occurrence for a pro wrestler to find oneself in a hospital. It happens all the time, for some people, after almost every match. It is a dangerous sport with consequences, and Tiger has remembered that. Tiger seems to have forgotten what it is like to get serious injuries in the ring. Maybe it is because he spent his remaining time in the GWA last time fighting small-time matches. But he has bigger fish to fry, this time. Tigeer absentmindedly strokes a bandage on his head, crusty and hard from blood that had soaked in the night before. The room is a serene setting. A small television hanging on the wall, plain white walls and a window with a view of the city... and then he notices Bach.)))



Bach: "I told you."



((( Tiger's expression is blank. )))



Tiger: "Told me what?"



((( Bach smirks. )))


Bach: " Don't tell me you lost that much blood? I wouldn't think something like that could faze a werewolf, but, hey, everyone has their limits. And your limits appeared to be just short of Gabriel's, didn't they?"



((( Tiger frowns, but he does not feel very angry. Too tired for that. )))



Tiger: "I don't even wanna think about that. I've got to concentrate on Xander Hathoway."



(((Bach sighs. )))



Bach: "Well, you can do that, Dark Tiger, but remember -- Gabriel is not going to just go away. You'll need to beat him at some point, because, as of now, I see him as the future Gladiator Champion. And you? You'll be stuck doing low cards like you are now, because right now, you ain't shit. You're not a legend or even that popular. Hell, Jack had more luck than you."



((( Tiger sighs tiredly. )))



Tiger: "Huh... don't I know it."



((( Bach stops smiling. )))



Bach: "I hope you're not giving up, Dark Tiger. Because I have a deal to make with you. If you will be my subject, I can test a little theory I worked out. It can make you invincible."



((( Bach waits for a moment, but no response. )))



Bach: "You know, human minds are very powerful. If they think something is a certain way, it is. If a human is not thinking about shooting an arrow, they can hit the head of a pin from one hundred yards away with one. They can suffer large amounts of pain when they are not paying any attention. And I thought of this: what if you could control that? What if you could have a concious mind outside your concious mind? to control your concious mind?"



((( Another pause is taken by Bach. )))




Bach: "If I can create this shell around your concious mind, you can tell yourself whatever you want. If you want to be faster, just tell yourself you can run sixty miles an hour and you can! You want to be stronger? Tell yourself you can lift five thousands pounds! Of course, there will be some conditioning involved. Giving yourself physical power like that so quickly can do real damage..."



((( Tiger scowls at Bach. )))



Tiger: "Yer a moron, Bach! You keep babblin' on and on!! I'll beat Gabriel soon enough, I don't need whatever th' hell you want me to be a ginny pig for!"



((( Bach shrugs his small shoulders. )))



Bach: "Well, maybe, but--"



((( The door opened and Bach seemed to fade away in a "terminator" sort of fashion. Kristine entered with a plate of that nasty hospital food. She sets it on the table beside Tiger's bed and smiles. )))



Kristine: "How you feelin', hon?"



((( Tiger glances over to where the talking cat disappeared. )))



Tiger: "I'm doin'... okay.... You'll eat anything, won't you Kris?"



(((Tiger gesters at the plate. Strange, yellowish rice and crab cakes that smell like oil. Yummy. )))



Kristine: "It's for you... what, you don't like?"



((( Tiger laughs. )))



Tiger: "I'll pass, sweety. I'm still having flash backs from last night, I think I'd throw anything I eat anyway..."



((( Kristine stares at Tiger for a moment. )))



Kristine: "You know, when you were in the ambulance last night, you were talkin'... and you started to transform."



((( Tiger feels his stomach drop into his crotch. )))



Tiger: "How bad was it?"



((( Kristine sighs. )))



Kristine: "Scared th' hell outta 'em. They'll be askin' a lotta questions, so we gotta get outta here without checkin' out."



((( Tiger sighs. They have done this before. He doesn't like the idea of having to jump out of another window. ))



Tiger: "No jumpin' outta windows, awright?"



((( Kristine rubs his cheek. )))



Kristine: "Fine. No windows."



((( Suddenly, Kristine looks at something by the window. )))



Kristine: "Awright, come out."



((( Bach pokes his head out of seemingly thin air, then the rest of his thin body slinks out of the pocket in space. )))



Kristine: "What th' hell're you doin' here?"



((( Bach's eyes appear to be a pale sand color. )))



Bach: "Just visiting.... think about what I said, eh?"



((( There is a blast of wind as Bach returns to his pocket and supposedly leaves. Kristine frowns, but shakes her head. )))



Kristine: "You'll be ready for Hathoway, right?"



((( Tiger looks down for a moment. )))



Tiger: "I should be... I'll have enough time to recover..."



Tick.




"I lost to Gabriel last Wednesday. So what? People lose. That's what happens in pro wrestlin'. That's what happens in any game. Someone has to win and someone has to lose. Otherwise it wouldn't be a game and it wouldn't be a competition. So this Xander Hathoway character? I dunno anything about him and I'm not going to say that I can beat him and that I'm simply the best -- because as long as Gabriel exists in th' GWA, I'm not the best. There always seems to be someone better than me in the GWA. Well, this time, I'm going to have to beat Gabriel. But right now, I have to concentrate on Xander. I'm not going to let my mind wander on things like Gabriel. This Hathoway character I have no knowledge of, and I don't really care to know much about 'im. But good luck, because I'm pissed, and I'll still be pissed when we meet. Later..."

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