Post by ππ’π₯ππ¬ πππππ on Nov 6, 2022 14:52:06 GMT -5
Beep.. beep.. beeeeeeeeee.
A heartrate monitor goes cold in a sterile, white hospital room. There's a pregnant woman, she's freaking out as nurses and a doctor rush to her side to check on the baby inside her.
"I've got nothing!" screams a nurse, frantically pressing buttons on the monitor.
The doctor quickly snaps gloves on, looking the woman right in her eyes. "It's time to do this," he says, sternly.
The lifeless body of a baby is basically pulled from the woman, her cries echo throughout the entire hospital. Nurses congregate quickly, assessing the situation. Air is pumped into the lungs, gentle presses of the chest, a finger down the throat to try to clear any blockage. A man runs in, bigger, balding with a beard.
"GET OUT!" screams the woman.
A couple of nurses break away to try to escort him out, but his eyes turn dark and angry.
"Nobody is keeping me from my child!" he says, "not even you!" pointing at the woman on the bed, bleeding from where the baby came.
"MISTER BLACK you need to get the FUCK out!" the doctor bellows, pointing at the door. Mr. Black doesn't agree, he darts toward the baby and tries to shoulder charge the doctor. Like bowling pins he slams through medical personnel and into the doctor himself, causing him to jolt to the side and move the baby in a way that somehow - some way makes it breathe in its first breath and begin crying.
The woman's focus changes, her baby is whisked away, surely to be looked at more. Security has rushed in to escort the man out.
But at the end of the day - no matter what happened - that baby survived death. For now.
A heartrate monitor goes cold in a sterile, white hospital room. There's a pregnant woman, she's freaking out as nurses and a doctor rush to her side to check on the baby inside her.
"I've got nothing!" screams a nurse, frantically pressing buttons on the monitor.
The doctor quickly snaps gloves on, looking the woman right in her eyes. "It's time to do this," he says, sternly.
 Somewhere outside, maybe on a park bench, sits Corey Black, looking up at the night sky. His eyes wander, before coming to a rest on the lens before him. "Let me cut your shit off before you even begin, you bejeweled face fuck. It's no secret I haven't been around for a while. You haven't either, not the same Dandy I'll surely be seeing anyway. And it's none of your business why I was gone, it's none of mine why you were.. It's nobody's business but ours. Half this roster whines and cries about the 'part-time' statuses of people like us but when it comes down to it, when the shit is really ready to roost, there ain't two souls more valuable to Action Wrestling than Dandy DiVito and Corey Black. I'm never going to take that, it's an established fact and something you should - but don't - champion across this sport. That's why there can only be one to continue on in Turmoil. And it has to be me. It's that age old clichΓ©. Man loses himself, man does what he needs to become better than he was. You know nothing of that, you run from your misfortune, rely on others and the second shit isn't going your way, you're throwing knives into the backs of those who supported you. I get into the tournament that should be my own namesake and win the belt I made worth a damn in this company. The fuckin' trust fund baby who left the roost and still managed to get himself all the wealth he could ever need, enough to buy heaters to do his bidding, enough to live the life you could have had.. but you wanted to earn it." Corey stands up, brushing his pants off and zipping up his black hoodie. He throws the hood up and grabs the device he's filming this on, walking with it. "It's been a few months since we let met and when we did - you said some truths. My empire was crumbling, I just didn't know it. And it wasn't because I'm off running around the world, it's not because my beliefs are older than the dirt you'll be buried in. It's because what I thought I knew was bullshit. I'm man enough to stand here and say that. I thought I had a purpose and that turned out to be a fallacy. I haven't stopped being the best in the world just because I dropped the crown, Dandy. I've been deathproof since the day I was born." |
The lifeless body of a baby is basically pulled from the woman, her cries echo throughout the entire hospital. Nurses congregate quickly, assessing the situation. Air is pumped into the lungs, gentle presses of the chest, a finger down the throat to try to clear any blockage. A man runs in, bigger, balding with a beard.
"GET OUT!" screams the woman.
A couple of nurses break away to try to escort him out, but his eyes turn dark and angry.
"Nobody is keeping me from my child!" he says, "not even you!" pointing at the woman on the bed, bleeding from where the baby came.
"MISTER BLACK you need to get the FUCK out!" the doctor bellows, pointing at the door. Mr. Black doesn't agree, he darts toward the baby and tries to shoulder charge the doctor. Like bowling pins he slams through medical personnel and into the doctor himself, causing him to jolt to the side and move the baby in a way that somehow - some way makes it breathe in its first breath and begin crying.
The woman's focus changes, her baby is whisked away, surely to be looked at more. Security has rushed in to escort the man out.
But at the end of the day - no matter what happened - that baby survived death. For now.
