Post by William Ryder on Sept 19, 2024 23:56:07 GMT -8
15 minutes have passed on by since the conclusion of the Tidebreaker championship match for Glory 40. The camera is shown scanning the backstage area of the arena.
"FUCK!" someone screamed [off-camera]
The camera followed the voice behind the familiar scream which led a wide open door to the 1WM medical staff team. "The American Werewolf" William Ryder was seen laying across an examine table. He was seen receiving the final stitch to fully close up the laceration across his forehead that opened up during his match tonight due to Brianna Stanton viciously attacking the semi-fresh laceration: causing him to not only lose a tremendous amount of blood but perhaps costing him the win and Tidebreaker championship in the process.
"The American Werewolf" William Ryder: How much longer of this shit do I have to sit through? I told you I'm fine, didn't I? I could've thrown a piece of tape over it and been halfway back to the hotel by now.
Doctor: Almost done.
The 1WM doctor continued to poke and pry with the needle and thread causing William to wince in discomfort. The normally calm and modest 1WM superstar began showing off a much different less patient side of himself.
Doctor: Finished.
William flew up off the examine table a fiery look burning through his normally beautiful blue eyes. The frustration pulsing through his veins right now had him acting out of character when he slapped the needle and thread out of the hands of the doctor. The appliances flew across the room, only coming to a stop when they both came into contact with a nearby wall before falling to the floor.
"The American Werewolf" William Ryder: Are you satisfied now, Doc?
William grabbed the physician by the collar of his shirt, glaring into his eyes while beginning to grin his teeth out of frustration.
Doctor: What the hell are you doing!?
William snarled, pulling the defenseless Doctor in closer to him until the two men were only an inch or so apart from each other.
"The American Werewolf" William Ryder: You clearly have a hard time listening to other people which is something I need to immediately address. The next time I tell you something, you listen or else you will suffer the consequences that come with not being able to follow directions. I'm beginning to have a huge issue with people trying to step over me here in 1WM. I will no longer tolerate being disrespected by anyone in that locker room or staff. The next time you decide to grow a pair of balls and disrespect me you won't be the one giving our stitches because stitches won't fix what I do to you. Got it?
He could feel the Doctor's body shaking as he was trembling in fear in that moment. William continued to keep a strong hold on the man until he nodded and agreed with him. William took one final deep breath before deciding to let the Doctor go before he ended up doing something he might end up regretting shortly after. He patted the Doctor across his right shoulder like a proud father would after watching one of his sons little league games.
"The American Werewolf" William Ryder: Good boy. Now get the fuck out of my way before I change my mind and send you head first through that wall over there.
Ryder pushed the man out of his way, causing him to stumble back and trip over a metal stand which held a bunch of different medical supplies he knew nothing or cared about. The doctor fell to the floor knocking the supplies all over the place next to him. William chuckled, shaking his head before heading out of the room and towards his locker room where he planned on grabbing his things in a quick fashion before leaving the arena for the night.
