Private, naturally. As if Tobias would be in a communal ward.
He’s lying back, propped up with various pillows, staring at the camera, raring to go.
A disgusted look flits across his face, as he carries on.
(Tobias): A fish rots from the head down. Why do I say that you ask?
He gestures at himself, lying as he is, hooked up to various machines and drips which are revealed as the camera pulls back slightly.
(Tobias): It’s an utter, utter failure of management, that allowed this to happen. While Parker has been off jacking himself in the gym and trying to relive past glories by giving himself a completely unwarranted headline slot at Blood, Sweat & Tears, Wisdom has been completely unable to hold down the fort.
You’ve got f*cking animals running around! Assaulting ME! There is no locker room discipline, you’ve got her just pandering to people who DO. NOT. DESERVE. TO. BE. HERE.
He punctuates each of his last few words with his hand, slamming it into the mattress he’s atop.
The heart rate monitor shows a corresponding spike, as adrenaline courses through him.
(Tobias): Isn’t it funny, that there was no animal attacks until that abhorrent little Monkey turned up, knocked the German’s common sense out of the window with his vile body odor, and got himself a f*cking contract?
Anyone? No? Just me clearly.
All I want…
He appears almost sincere, his voice changing to an almost pleading tone. His hand moves to his chest, resting above where his heart would be.
(Tobias): All I want is for HWA to be better than what it is. You would think that management would be on board with that.
His hand drops down, an intake of breath and that look of anger reappears.
(Tobias): But no, clearly f*cking not. It seems they want plug and play replicas like the Nepo Squad, although, look how that’s turned out, all three of them crippled in one shape or another… if it’s not them, they want the monsters, the freaks, the retards, the one’s you’d look at and go, ‘huh’, not sure if you’re watching real life or some f*cked up AI sh*t or something.
Go outside of that, they hate you for it. I’ve not had one HWA employee come round to check on me, see if I need anything, run an errand. Nothing.
I can almost forgive that when it comes to the piss-poor customer service they offer at the arenas, they’ll call it ‘hired help’ or some sh*t like that.
But I’m lying here, crippled by some f*cked up wild beast, and not a single f*cking person checks in on their star wrestler? That’s bullsh*t!
He pauses, almost hyperventilating with rage.
(Tobias): And meanwhile, that jumped up little sh*t is off podcasting and jerking off sealife! It’s just not on!.
I wrestle. I’m amazing at it. That’s why I was signed. Greatness recognises greatness.
I didn’t sign up to be in a petting zoo, or have giant snakes near me or be assaulted by whatever-the-f*ck it was that bit me!
To punctuate his point, he throws off the covers, revealing his bandaged leg, gesturing at it with the other hand.
(Tobias): This is unacceptable! Do you have any idea of the potential muscle mass I could have lost had this needed surgery? Not to mention the scars that would have caused? I’ve got an incredible skin care routine, but f*ck me, that wouldn’t have been enough.
As it is, it’ll barely be enough to make these f*cking puncture marks go away in time!
Another tortured scream erupts from his, as he flings the cover back over.
(Tobias): Monkey, your time will come you verminous little sh*t. I’m not going to just put you in the hospital, you’ll be six feet under ground when I’m done with you. Messing with perfection? You’re for it buddy!
He takes a deep breath. Then another. Then a third, calming himself.
(Tobias): In spite of all that, I see that I’ve been included in this Ringmaster competition. Firstly, of course I should be in. That’s not up for debate. If you think it is, kill yourself.
Secondly, I suppose it does show that management know that I’ll be able to compete.
But would it kill them to show some concern for me? Talent relationships is a role that most companies have. Get on it!
Thirdly, in spite of my own injuries, I full expect to have to carry my team mate through. Maniac, don’t you worry buddy, I’ll see us through.
But I’ll be keeping plenty in the tank for our match.
He makes a shoo-ing motion.
(Tobias): Now get out of here, I need to rest.
The scene faces to black.
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