Post by King Incredible on Jul 10, 2018 6:10:02 GMT -5
Smith, the classy play-by-play announcer for OCW, was walking backstage after Massacre had gone off the air, in a heated discussion with Hood about the landscape of OCW changing with the talents like Muffles and Uber Man winning matches; when Smith notices TIO in his locker room, towel over his neck, his head hanging.
Smith: Someone should go talk to him?
Hood: No fucking way, not how I'm spending my Tuesday morning...
Smith: ...He looks like he could use a friend right now.
Hood: More like a therapist.
Smith: This is where we part ways, until next Massacre, Hood!
Hood: Do you always got to announce your leave like that? ...Douche.
Hood walks away from Smith, as he sees one of the girls that John E. Depth had earlier, and runs over frantically. Smith, with a large breath, steps into the locker room of the Incredible One, and closes the door. The sound of the door closing causes TIO to glance up, and once he notices it's Smith, he bows his head back down. He takes his hand and runs it through his soaked hair. Smith grabs a steel chair and gently places it down next to TIO, who doesn't move a muscle. The two sit their in silence for a few moments, before Smith decides to speak.
Smith: Tough loss tonight?
TIO doesn't answer right away. He reaches down to the floor and grabs a water bottle, drinking the remains of it before throwing it away towards the trash can, missing it.
TIO: Yes and no. I'm not a fan of losing but I wasn't in the right state of mind, tonight. Josie took advantage of that and won. It's what I would've done too. She deserves the big win, and I'm not angry or upset by it.
Smith: You seemed very... angry earlier. You want to talk about it?
Closing his eyes, TIO takes a cracked breath, his lips fumbling and small tears forming, running down his face.
TIO: Life isn't fair, Smith. It isn't.
Smith: What's wrong with Leslie?
TIO: She's sick, man. Very sick. I can't focus on anything but her, and Jenna. Jesus... Jenna doesn't even know yet...
Smith: You and Leslie should sit down and talk with her.
TIO: We are... we're just waiting for the right moment. I don't think Leslie has had the chance to digest all this.... neither have I.
Smith: Maybe you should just not wrestle until Lost at Sea? I don't know what Leslie is sick with but maybe get her comfortable, get things started, that way maybe she's not as hurt and you can focus more...?
TIO: It's not like that, Smith. This isn't a take a few meds and it'll go away.
At that moment, TIO looks like he has a moment of clarity.
TIO: Smith, could you do something for me?
Smith: I'd be honored.
TIO: Tell Welsh I'm done.
TIO gets up as Smith looks shocked.
Smith: You're done? What about Lost at Sea? Carrington? the Oceanic Championship?!
TIO: Fuck it all, Smith, okay? Leslie was right. I should be thanking Carrington, because without him, we'd never have known about Leslie's... condition. She needs me, Jenna will need me, I can't be doing this too. Welsh will find someone else. I'm.. I'm done for now.
Without another word, TIO grabs his bag and leaves the locker room, Smith sitting alone, jaw dropped.
Smith: Someone should go talk to him?
Hood: No fucking way, not how I'm spending my Tuesday morning...
Smith: ...He looks like he could use a friend right now.
Hood: More like a therapist.
Smith: This is where we part ways, until next Massacre, Hood!
Hood: Do you always got to announce your leave like that? ...Douche.
Hood walks away from Smith, as he sees one of the girls that John E. Depth had earlier, and runs over frantically. Smith, with a large breath, steps into the locker room of the Incredible One, and closes the door. The sound of the door closing causes TIO to glance up, and once he notices it's Smith, he bows his head back down. He takes his hand and runs it through his soaked hair. Smith grabs a steel chair and gently places it down next to TIO, who doesn't move a muscle. The two sit their in silence for a few moments, before Smith decides to speak.
Smith: Tough loss tonight?
TIO doesn't answer right away. He reaches down to the floor and grabs a water bottle, drinking the remains of it before throwing it away towards the trash can, missing it.
TIO: Yes and no. I'm not a fan of losing but I wasn't in the right state of mind, tonight. Josie took advantage of that and won. It's what I would've done too. She deserves the big win, and I'm not angry or upset by it.
Smith: You seemed very... angry earlier. You want to talk about it?
Closing his eyes, TIO takes a cracked breath, his lips fumbling and small tears forming, running down his face.
TIO: Life isn't fair, Smith. It isn't.
Smith: What's wrong with Leslie?
TIO: She's sick, man. Very sick. I can't focus on anything but her, and Jenna. Jesus... Jenna doesn't even know yet...
Smith: You and Leslie should sit down and talk with her.
TIO: We are... we're just waiting for the right moment. I don't think Leslie has had the chance to digest all this.... neither have I.
Smith: Maybe you should just not wrestle until Lost at Sea? I don't know what Leslie is sick with but maybe get her comfortable, get things started, that way maybe she's not as hurt and you can focus more...?
TIO: It's not like that, Smith. This isn't a take a few meds and it'll go away.
At that moment, TIO looks like he has a moment of clarity.
TIO: Smith, could you do something for me?
Smith: I'd be honored.
TIO: Tell Welsh I'm done.
TIO gets up as Smith looks shocked.
Smith: You're done? What about Lost at Sea? Carrington? the Oceanic Championship?!
TIO: Fuck it all, Smith, okay? Leslie was right. I should be thanking Carrington, because without him, we'd never have known about Leslie's... condition. She needs me, Jenna will need me, I can't be doing this too. Welsh will find someone else. I'm.. I'm done for now.
Without another word, TIO grabs his bag and leaves the locker room, Smith sitting alone, jaw dropped.
