Post by Sublime on Jul 16, 2013 17:09:36 GMT -4
“Dear god! Somebody put some fucking pressure on that wound!” exclaimed one of the medics as he and his comrades struggled to hoist the stretcher back off of the ground, “if Steve doesn’t get fired for this I don’t know what will get that idiot shit canned.”
Crimson liquid bubbled and spewed forth from the gash on the vixen's throat as if a child had stuck a straw in the laceration and started blowing into it like cup of chocolate milk. A Gurgling scream sputtered from the diva's maw and sent chills up Kingbear’s spine. The loveable giant could bare it no longer and took matters into his own hands, hastily removing the nice dress clothes from his upper body to reveal a white cotton muscle shirt beneath. He hurriedly tore the article of clothing from his chest and lumbered toward the helpless diva. The Boss man growled in frustration and proceeded to press hard against the pulsing wound with the tattered clothe, gazing anxiously down at his employee, “You’re going to be okay Bella, we’re going to get you to the hospital and everything’ll be alright.”
"I'm going to die."
The kind leader swallowed hard and diverted his gaze, “let’s get the fuck out of here you maggots!”
He tried to wipe the image of her ghostly face peering up at him from his mind; her skin as white as an unused piece of printer paper. A rogue tear jumped from the bear man’s lid and splashed on his lower lip, “everything’ll be fine,” he said again in a desperate attempt to stifle the wave of sadness that threatened to commandeer the big man’s composure.
The backstage crew immediately jumped into action at their employer’s commanding roar, racing down the hall with Kingbear clutching Miss Morte’s neck, “Someone get me a walkie.”
A man nods and dashes down the hall in the opposite direction. In a matter of seconds they slip the damsel in distress into the ambulance and Kingbear steps inside after her. A crew member appears in the double doors and deposits a two way radio into his paw. The Owner of EVPW nods solemnly, the doors close and the vehicle begins its journey to the nearest hospital. The muffled wine of the siren’s burrowed into the giant’s ears as he sat beside the now unconscious Bella Morte. He pulled the black communication device up to his mouth, pressed the button on the side and spoke in a tired voice, “as soon as Hawke gets out of his match, tell him what happened and where he can find her.”
After a moment of static a voice replies in a serious tone, “yes, Sir.”
TBCB Ethan Hawke
Crimson liquid bubbled and spewed forth from the gash on the vixen's throat as if a child had stuck a straw in the laceration and started blowing into it like cup of chocolate milk. A Gurgling scream sputtered from the diva's maw and sent chills up Kingbear’s spine. The loveable giant could bare it no longer and took matters into his own hands, hastily removing the nice dress clothes from his upper body to reveal a white cotton muscle shirt beneath. He hurriedly tore the article of clothing from his chest and lumbered toward the helpless diva. The Boss man growled in frustration and proceeded to press hard against the pulsing wound with the tattered clothe, gazing anxiously down at his employee, “You’re going to be okay Bella, we’re going to get you to the hospital and everything’ll be alright.”
"I'm going to die."
The kind leader swallowed hard and diverted his gaze, “let’s get the fuck out of here you maggots!”
He tried to wipe the image of her ghostly face peering up at him from his mind; her skin as white as an unused piece of printer paper. A rogue tear jumped from the bear man’s lid and splashed on his lower lip, “everything’ll be fine,” he said again in a desperate attempt to stifle the wave of sadness that threatened to commandeer the big man’s composure.
The backstage crew immediately jumped into action at their employer’s commanding roar, racing down the hall with Kingbear clutching Miss Morte’s neck, “Someone get me a walkie.”
A man nods and dashes down the hall in the opposite direction. In a matter of seconds they slip the damsel in distress into the ambulance and Kingbear steps inside after her. A crew member appears in the double doors and deposits a two way radio into his paw. The Owner of EVPW nods solemnly, the doors close and the vehicle begins its journey to the nearest hospital. The muffled wine of the siren’s burrowed into the giant’s ears as he sat beside the now unconscious Bella Morte. He pulled the black communication device up to his mouth, pressed the button on the side and spoke in a tired voice, “as soon as Hawke gets out of his match, tell him what happened and where he can find her.”
After a moment of static a voice replies in a serious tone, “yes, Sir.”
TBCB Ethan Hawke
