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The shaken foundation.; A clip after Trent / Punk at SSII!
Topic Started: Jan 24 2006, 11:57 PM (148 Views)
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The scene would open up backstage to the view of what else? CM Punk. Apparently this footage was just being released, for it was apparent from the strips of wrist tape and the hanging head, clutching said skull, that he had just gotten done with his war with Trent. Breathing erratic, his ribs hurting still from the injury he had suffered. His own stubborness had prevented him from backing out of the match in his weaken condition. But even now he knew he had made a mistake, and all for the sake of a girl. The doctor would try to draw his arm away, attempting to explain to him that he needed to check on him. And that would cause Punk to push the man away in the white shirt. Spitting an obivous lie as the pride of The Second City Saint had been damaged immensely due to his generally stubborn nature. "GET OFF ME!! I'M FUCKING FINE ASSHOLE!!"


Walking into the locker room slowly, she’d seen the entirety of Punk’s match on the monitors in the back. She knew that this match was going to bad, it was going to be a fight, a battle. But she didn’t think it was going to as bad as it was. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind Marri’s been in some fights before in her life, she didn’t really know why this one effected her like it did. Coming in a little bit after the trainers, EMT’s, and doctors at least had him in the room. She’d look at Punk leaning against the door, watching him be pissed off, angry and of course in pain. Even if he didn’t know the bad. As he got into a cussing match with the doctor who was only trying to help that would be Marri’s signal. Walking over to him, with all the fighting and anger in that room that was spilling from Punk’s aura, no one asked the young woman what she was doing. Her whole demeanor was one of peace. As she reached Punk’s side her hand would come to his shoulder and the back of his neck, trying to calm his rage. She didn’t speak to him, not just yet. She had to survey the damage that was done to Punk, but her eyes told it all. She felt it was her fault, her fault he got himself into his, her fault that he was now hurting.


Punk reacted immediatly to the touch, he knew who it was. Soothed at first, he would begin to calm down while Marri was able to inspect him. Arm still drawn over his head, it just felt better holding his noggin than actually having to sit there and let it throb. Sweat still staining his body, he would take his arm down slowly and reveal his head. The pain wasn't visible but he was grimacing. Bandages about that torso having been torn off. "Marri, I'm fine ok? Look, I told them not to let you in here. What the fuck they can't even do their jobs let alone fix me. Just, go and wait ok?"


Even with her touch calming him for a few short moment, her hand moving up and down his neck and back. She looked over him, looking at his back and his ribs. Gently pushing away the tape from his sides to see if there was any bruising. The doctors had backed off the two of them met, she was keeping him from killing them, well then she could talk to him as long as she wanted. However her peaceful demeanor would change as Punk snagged on her. Her eyes would harden along with expression. "What the hell Punk, what the hell was all of that!" She'd spit at him, her words almost like venom, as her eyes narrowed into glare her lips would tighten. "I mean just everything in general, why did you place yourself in this position! Why did get all macho and started fighting my batlles, Punk! Why did you go after Trent after he attacked me, shouldn't it be me in this position?! When you and I signed in NGPW, you looked at me as an equal. Whats the deal Punk, whats changed, Huh?!"  Those beautiful blue orbs scanning over him before locking onto his eyes, almost demanding an answer from him.


There was suddenly trouble between the two, Punk getting snapped at and him just almost gawking at her in shock and anger. His nose scrunching up heavily as he'd slide from his seat and give a heavy twist of pain on his face. Not caring at the moment, as his body slumped to the side and he held his chest briefly, mouth agape in pain, but immediatly being hissed back. Strands of grungey hair slipping into his face as he spoke back just as angrily as she had suddenly become at him. "Maybe it's because you needed someone to do it!? You sure were watching out for yourself when you let that nut job kidnap you. And now you're going to complain about ME sticking up for you? What the hell's wrong with you!? You know something Marri, I can- I just. Forget it. Fucking forget it." He'd start to continue talking, but could only pause and look down. Shaking his head he'd simply slip past her and say not a word. Clearly pissed and refusing medical attention as he left the scene by himself. Marri was left stunned as they had bickered to one another. And now there seemed to be some sort of discension between the two, the question is would it effect them at the coming Meltdown event? The fading logo of NGPW over taking that scene once more as the fans of the duo were left with a shakey future.
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