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Post by tshamien on Sept 6, 2011 11:15:41 GMT -5
Tristan was of course in the middle of a fight and this guy was seriously giving him a run for his money. He was starting to get worried. His opponent was older, stronger and definitely had way more stamina than he did.
Tristan got bounced against the ropes, "shit," he muttered under his breath and dodged a punch that could have sent him down to the floor in a heartbeat. He was in trouble.
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Post by alexwisely on Sept 6, 2011 11:31:46 GMT -5
Alex didn't normally sit on the edge of his seat but dammit this time he was. Alex probably shouldn't have scheduled this fight. The only thing Alex could hope for at this point was that Tristan made it out alive.
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Post by tshamien on Sept 6, 2011 11:56:06 GMT -5
Tristan could feel the sweat dripping down his face and he was getting tired. He swung a punch and missed, he cursed at himself. He was losing, he never lost, but he was losing pretty damn badly to this guy.
He saw the punch coming and couldn't dodge it fast enough. It crashed into his skull with a loud boom, he heard his face crack, the pain in his face soared up into his head and then he collapsed to the floor, panting. He spat blood. He blinked, his vision blurring and then everything was spinning. He spat more blood onto the floor, everything was going black. He collapsed.
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Post by alexwisely on Sept 6, 2011 12:05:30 GMT -5
Shit. Alex thought. He was on his feet and making his way towards the ring, he could hear people murmuring something about him being dead. No. He couldn't be.....
He push his way into the ring and pulled some younger fucks off of Tristan. He wasn't even recognizable. The corner of his mouth twitched as he knelt beside him, slowly reaching for his neck to feel for a pulse. Please be alive, he prayed. He reached forward and found the spot on the neck, closing his eyes to concentrate better. He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt a pulse.
'we need to get him to a hospital,' Alex said as he got a few others to help lift Tristan and put him on a cart to take him to the hospital.
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Post by tshamien on Sept 6, 2011 12:11:27 GMT -5
((Aww is Alex feeling fatherly affection? LOL))
Tristan was loaded up onto the cart. This was no easy feet considering he was near 6'5 and solid muscle, especially since he'd started fighting. He was completely out cold and wasn't coming to anytime soon.
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Post by alexwisely on Sept 6, 2011 12:21:11 GMT -5
(( yes haha though that'll stop once Tristan wakes))
When they reached the hospital Alex gave them all the information, cleaned up Tristan and told him they would be 'supervising Tristan for at least a day'. Alex was about to leave but decided last minute to stay at least until he woke.
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Post by tshamien on Sept 6, 2011 12:23:28 GMT -5
Tristan only managed to open one eye. It registered that it was night time, but how late he couldn't tell. He also had no idea where he was. He heard snoring to his right, but didn't dare move his head. It was already pounding. He licked his lips and then coughed which felt like someone shoved a nail up his nose and rattled his brain around.
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Post by alexwisely on Sept 6, 2011 12:27:00 GMT -5
Alex sat up as he heard Tristan cough, 'good morning,' he said slowly, 'hows your head?'
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Post by tshamien on Sept 6, 2011 12:31:29 GMT -5
Tristan narrowed his open eye. He lifted his hand and pointed at his mouth. For some reason he couldn't talk, but he was fucking thirsty. He tried to say it, tried to get the word out but he couldn't, it was like something was blocking his throat.
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Post by alexwisely on Sept 6, 2011 12:40:27 GMT -5
Alex reached for the water pitcher and cup and poured some water for Tristan. 'don't expect this all the time,' Alex said, handing him the cup.
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Post by tshamien on Sept 6, 2011 12:59:04 GMT -5
Tristan rolled his good eye and took a sip. "Much..better." he managed to say. "What happened?"
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Post by alexwisely on Sept 6, 2011 13:06:29 GMT -5
Alex chuckled, 'do you really want a play by play of you getting knocked out?' he asked, raising an eyebrow
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Post by tshamien on Sept 6, 2011 13:09:51 GMT -5
Tristan groaned. "Fuck..." He said. "Are you kidding me?"
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Post by alexwisely on Sept 6, 2011 13:19:06 GMT -5
'does it look like it? What's the last thing you remember?' he asked
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Post by tshamien on Sept 6, 2011 13:21:09 GMT -5
"The guy being a fucking monster and you goin he ain't that big." Tristan glared at him. "Nevada...Alex did you tell Nevada where I am?"
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