Civil War RP: One Bad Ankle Spoils The Bunch

"Are you ing kidding me?"

Oh, what a lovely way to start this RP.

Dan: "Come down, Chris! The National Title can't be your biggest worry right now!"

Chris: " AJ. I want that damn title, if I face Ace or not. AJ King can kiss my ass when I'm done kicking his!"

Dan: "Chris, I can tell you're angry right now, but...."

Chris: "Ya think?"

Dan lets out a sigh before speaking once more.

Dan: "Look, if you don't start taking this ankle injury seriously, it's never going to get better!"

Chris: "Cry me a ing river. Men have won titles with broken ing necks, and you think I'm going to let so damn ankle injury stop me from winning a title myself?"

Dan: "It's your stubborn German blood, isn't it?"

Chris: "I'm laughing in the inside."

Dan: "YOU COULDN'T EVEN WALK LAST WEEK DAMN IT! DO YOU WANT THAT TO HAPPEN FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE?"

Chris: "I'll take the damn risk. Nothing will stop me from winning the National title and sticking this foot right up AJ King's punk ass! Goodbye!"

I hung up on Dan before he could even respond. It’s rude, whatever. I'm pissed, if you couldn't tell. First off, my ankle is hurting a load, I just don't want Dan to use this as an excuse for me to take some time off. Ace is stripped of his title, so I have no ing idea who I'm going to face for it now, if I even get a damn title shot. Then, in other news, AJ King is still a ****! Attacking me from behind with a damn chair, my back has been sore all week, just going to let that one slip under the radar, though.

You know, I just don't get it. How the hell can WFWF management, even Dan, allow AJ King to do this night in and night out? Is there something against me? Perhaps I bumped into someone backstage without knowing and I didn't say sorry? How the hell did I get stuck in this mess? I'm getting attacked every single week, no one even wants to try and help me, and the whole reason why this thing started might not even exist anymore! Life sucks and then you die, huh?

Jackal looked around his room bored as crap. Thinking to yourself about stuff for minutes and minutes can get kind of boring. Jackal proceeds to pick up his remote and turn on the television. Oh look, a commercial for Civil War! Running down the card, it comes to Hutton Brown vs. AJ King.

Wow, I can't wait to see Brown stick his foot straight up King's ass. Maybe I can even pay King a special visit? That sounds very nice, very nice INDEED!

It then shows a graphic for Chris Jackal versus Johnny Albright.

Bursting with potential? Ha, I actually find that pretty funny. It's more like bursting with me shoving my my fist down his throat. What a night it's going to be. King's going to get his ass kick, I'm going to erase my losing streak, and I swear to god I will be looking at AJ King face to face.

It's actually feel for Johnny. He's even in a worse position that Brown was in last week. Not only I'm a pissed off about AJ King and losing, but I'm pissed off about AJ King even more, another loss, and now I might not even get my damn title shot? The one I worked so hard for? Why, why am I so cursed? Well, I suppose Johnny has the worse luck of all. Ha ha!

I just hope he knows I'm not a Chicken McNugget. Damn those things taste great. You know I could go for some right now. Maybe after I kick Johnny's and AJ's ass. A victory McNugget, that sounds pretty damn good.....

THUMP!

Blackness. That is all that I can see. I think I'm lying on my back. Wait, is that a car engine? I can hear it. It's coming closer. I see a bright light, OH !

There is a light right in my face. Where am I? Is this Heaven? There's a hot chick in white clothing, is that an angel?

Hot Chick: "Sir, sir?"

Chris: "Is this heaven?"

Hot Chick: "No, sir, this is a hospital. 'm a nurse.

Chris tries to walk out of the bed, but he only ends up falling. Before he face plants he suddenly awakes in his hotel room.

What the hell? Oh, just a nightmare. Pretty weird, but who would run me over?