TURMOIL 261: POSTMATCH LOCKER ROOM DRAMA [Full]

[Shianne Lovelace]

A heavy, distant noise can be heard. To the rather unimaginative, it might be shrugged off. However, to those in OCW, to those who’ve done it themselves and to those who have heard it before - it was the all too recognizable sound of someone's fist striking a metal locker. That fist? It belonged to John Carter.

 

John: “What the hell just happened out there?!”

 

John yells angrily, behind him Chris Greene sat down on a bench, a towel-wrapped ice-pack draped on his neck and shoulder. Dylan Kinder leaned against the far left-side of the wall. The other two men stayed silent as John continued on, furiously striking the locker in front of him, as if it were a punching bag and his knuckles weren’t almost bloody.

 

John: “We were doing so good!” He shouts, striking the locker in between breaths and yells. “We looked better than we have in a while!”

 

Chris stands up - though one would hardly notice given how much smaller he is than the other two. He approaches John and puts a hand on his shoulder.

 

Chris: “That’s all that matters. We looked good out there. Those guys are some of the top athletes this company has to offer - and we went out there and gave them a show. We went out there and had them wailing on us for almost twenty minutes.”

 

Dylan smirks, and takes a step forward from his spot on the wall, looking at Chris, irritated.

 

Dylan: “Yeah, and you’re the one who cost us the match, Chris. Ate the pin for H-2-Whatever his name is.”

 

Chris: “You speak? Honestly, I didn’t think you had a voice, big man.” Chris chuckles, turning to Dylan, a light-hearted grin on his face killing whatever animosity Dylan had been festering.

 

Dylan sighs and returns to leaning against the wall. John, however, kept wailing on the locker. Even more pissed off than he was before, he just started hammering away on the locker - putting dents in the poor metal until his knuckles were covered in blood. Chris put himself between John and the locker and shoved him back.

 

Chris: “John! John!” He shouts, trying to cool the guy down. “Chill the fuck out, dude! Look, I know you’re pissed because I took another pinfall but think about it this way: Those guys are so much higher on the card. We looked good out there going with them for round-about twenty minutes.”

 

John just blankly stares at Chris, before sighing and backing up. He shakes his head, as if he’s disappointed by Chris’ words.

 

John: “It’s not because you ate the pinfall.” He sighs. Truthfully it bothered him that Chris was so light-hearted about eating pins and did it so frequently for the group - it was almost as if Chris was protecting the other two from looking bad. “It’s because we came so close. A few more minutes, a few more minutes and I swear I would’ve had it. Aisu? We should’ve kept him in the ring. He was the one we needed to get a win.”

 

Dylan sighs, shaking his head.

 

Dylan: “Yeah. That, and I shouldn’t have tagged Chris in at the end. Didn’t know what to expect until he ate that superkick. That prick just had to toy with him too before the end.”

 

Chris: “It’s not a big deal, guys. Nothin’ new for me anyways. The important thing is we gotta stay strong. We can’t let anyone else see us like this, they’ll think we’re weak-”

 

John: “They already think we’re weak!” John steps forward and strikes the locker once more, the sound reverberating throughout the locker room.

 

Chris: “You’re like an angry teen, sometimes, John. Nobody thinks we’re properly weak, and we gotta keep it that way. Now - let’s get out of here and all get home. I can’t wait to lay down and rest. H-2-O really hit me good with that kick,” Chris pauses, feeling his jaw. “Maybe he wanted to lay me out for good. Either way, I’m out. Y’all comin’ with?”

 

Dylan shrugs and follows Chris out of the locker room. John, stays seated for a few more moments.

 

John: “Yeah, yeah.” He mutters, looking at the locker that definitely had won the fist fight he had with it - at least, judging by the shape of John’s knuckles. “If only we could all be as calm as Chris. I don’t know how he does it,” John then chuckles weakly to himself, realizing he was talking to himself. “Alright, alright.. Time to go home and calm down.”

 

John gets up and exits the locker room - though he had to run in order to catch up to Dylan and Chris.

 

 

 

^- Reposted here because Johnathan Carter did not submit the entire document for the show. -^