on April 4, 2010, 1:21 am
AC James sits in the trainer's room backstage as Havoc continues to go-on. His face covered with dried blood, the male medic by his side pushes and tugs a needle and threat through James' skin, looking to seal up the damage done from TNT's beatdown of him. James clenches his jaw and grunts a little as the needle pierces his skin once more and more thread is pulled through, then the medic begins to tie-off the end, the job done.
James sighs and glances to the medic, who takes a step back, as if to examine his handiwork, and flashes a pained smile, then nods in thanks for the medic's efforts, then he looks down to the HWA Tag-Team title still in his possession, draped across his lap, then slides it to the side, revealing his left knee, bandaged, ice-packs tightly bound to it at the front and side.
James slides carefully off the table he was seated on and slowly touches-down on the floor with his left leg, then his right, which gets a wince in pain and some gritted-teeth in response to the pain the pressure on it sends up James' leg. James, clenching his jaw tight, lets out a frustrated sigh, then begins to hobble, almost hopping, out of the trainer's room, looking battered, bruised, bloodied and slightly broken as he makes his way up the corridor, and eventually to the locker-room. He pushes through the door and slowly enters, looking around, almost cautiously, as he enters. James then hobbles over to his bags and slowly hops on the spot, turning to sit, leaning to the side and bearing much of his weight on his left arm. James sits down hard on the bench, then grips his right leg and rubs over his thigh a little, as if working-out a knot in the muscle.
Again James sighs, running a hand through his blood-encrusted hair, then rubs at his eyes with a thumb and index finger, his eyes red and weary, his left eye slightly bruised.
"There's no shame in losing to two men....." James begins in a mutter, ".......two men so hungry they'll go to any and all extremes to get the attention they feel they deserve. I jumped feet-first into that match, gung-ho and ready to fight, for the first time in a long-time not truly thinking about the consequences. But right now? I'm feeling the consequences through each-and-every inch of my body, especially the right knee TNT nearly destroyed, and this skull they almost shattered. And quite frankly........kudos to them for being so hungry, so driven and so organised."
James winces in pain again as he moves his right leg a little, then smirks through gritted teeth, nodding.
"But kudos don't mean s**t when they can only get a victory of ONE-half of the tag-team champs." James continues, glaring with bloodshot eyes, "2-on-1 you two outmanouveured, beat-down and knocked me out...........two....on.......one. 2-on-2, that's going to be a different story. Y'see, we beat those worthless tossers DnA for these belts, we've staved-off the attempts of Maniac and Deas to strip us of these belts not once, but twice. And so-on and so-forth it's going to go. Whether it be you two dead-s**ts, Sons of Anarchy or anotehr go-round with Maniac and Deas, fact is, Eddie and I, as a team, we WON'T.......BE.........BEATEN. Fact, motherf**kers."
James lifts his Tag-Team title up in view of the camera and looks to it himself.
"Oh, you two can have your tag-title shot any time you like, too." James says, "Because I can't WAIT to get my hands on either of you two on more even terms........you may've beaten me down and busted-up my leg, but TNT, I'm FAR from done...."
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