Post by axis on Sept 8, 2022 1:30:45 GMT
(NOTICE: The following roleplay contains references to euthanasia, which may affect some readers.)
It was the morning of Tuesday, August 23, 2022. James Prowler had a lot on his mind. In three days, he was getting his dream match- a bout with CruZe at WrestleVerse's inaugural PPV, New Ground. He'd wanted a chance to prove himself ever since he signed up for the promotion... but now that he had it, he was worried. He'd heard rumors that CruZe had gotten new prosthetics, and he did not want to deal with rocket legs. Resting was how he dealt with stress, and there was almost nothing he liked more than resting with his daughter, Lexi.
Suddenly, he felt something warm on his face. "CRUD! Aw, sh-"
He stood up and wiped the liquid off his face. The first thing he saw was his palomino quarter horse, Reagan. He laughed. "Hi there, Rae."
Reagan nickered. James walked up to her and scratched her chin. He'd bought her as a 2 year old filly, back when he was 13, with another quarter horse named Bucky. They had been boarded at a stable close to their house in Shreveport when he was living there, and when he moved to a ranch in Dallas, they were his first two horses. Bucky had been dealing with laminitis for a week, and if he ended up passing, Reagan would be devastated. James was determined to keep Bucky healthy, for everyone involved.
James noticed a Ford pull up with a box on the back. The veterinarian was here to check on Bucky’s progress.
About 45 minutes later, he sat down with James and his wife, Miriam, to discuss the results. “It’s not good. I think there’s enough rotation for FSS to take over.”
Miriam did the keep going motion. “English, sir.”
The vet looked at her matter-of-factly. “What I mean to say is… his time is short.”
James looked puzzled. “How short?”
“If he’s not heavily treated or euthanized over the next 4 weeks, he’ll pass on his own terms.”
James and Miriam nodded to each other. James turned back to the vet with a lump in his throat. “When are you available next?”
The vet checked his phone. “The weekend of the 10th.”
“Will the 12th work? My boss needs me to keep the weekend open.”
“Actually, that’s perfect. I can come at 3 pm that day.” The vet marked his calendar. He started to leave, but looked back over his shoulder. “Should I bring some Reserpine as well?”
“Respi-what?”
“Sedation meds. You know, for the mare.”
James looked over at the pasture where Reagan was. She was laying next to Bucky, and they were nuzzling each other’s necks. James looked back at the vet. “Bring a few doses, please.”
The vet nodded and left.
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2 WEEKS LATER
Axis set up the camera to record his promo. When the recording began, he was standing next to an already saddled Reagan, scratching her neck.
“2 weeks ago, I knocked CruZe to the ground. I don’t care if I lost. The fact of the matter is, I kicked him so hard, he fell off those puny legs of his. And tonight, I have a message for him. CruZe, you may have survived last week, but I will find a way out and then I will knock you out again. And this time, it will be a little more permanent.”
“And to my opponent this Friday, Amber Lee, all I can say is… good luck. You’ve got a high profile match out of the way, but it doesn’t matter. Honestly, you got absolutely squashed. And it won’t be the last time, because I have this in the bag. Half my family lives in Colorado, and I will not disappoint them.”
Axis got a little bit closer to the camera. Reagan moved a step closer as well.
“Do you hear me, Amber? I know your mom would be proud of you for even being brave enough to accept this match offer from Danny, but I am going for the throat on Friday. I will be driving out of Red Rocks with the worst week of my life ahead of me, but at least I’ll be doing so with the one thing you won’t get in your entire WrestleVerse career.”
Axis got his face very close to the camera so Lee could hear him loud and clear.
“A big, fat, juicy dub.”
He then got on Reagan and rode off camera as the screen faded to black.
It was the morning of Tuesday, August 23, 2022. James Prowler had a lot on his mind. In three days, he was getting his dream match- a bout with CruZe at WrestleVerse's inaugural PPV, New Ground. He'd wanted a chance to prove himself ever since he signed up for the promotion... but now that he had it, he was worried. He'd heard rumors that CruZe had gotten new prosthetics, and he did not want to deal with rocket legs. Resting was how he dealt with stress, and there was almost nothing he liked more than resting with his daughter, Lexi.
Suddenly, he felt something warm on his face. "CRUD! Aw, sh-"
He stood up and wiped the liquid off his face. The first thing he saw was his palomino quarter horse, Reagan. He laughed. "Hi there, Rae."
Reagan nickered. James walked up to her and scratched her chin. He'd bought her as a 2 year old filly, back when he was 13, with another quarter horse named Bucky. They had been boarded at a stable close to their house in Shreveport when he was living there, and when he moved to a ranch in Dallas, they were his first two horses. Bucky had been dealing with laminitis for a week, and if he ended up passing, Reagan would be devastated. James was determined to keep Bucky healthy, for everyone involved.
James noticed a Ford pull up with a box on the back. The veterinarian was here to check on Bucky’s progress.
About 45 minutes later, he sat down with James and his wife, Miriam, to discuss the results. “It’s not good. I think there’s enough rotation for FSS to take over.”
Miriam did the keep going motion. “English, sir.”
The vet looked at her matter-of-factly. “What I mean to say is… his time is short.”
James looked puzzled. “How short?”
“If he’s not heavily treated or euthanized over the next 4 weeks, he’ll pass on his own terms.”
James and Miriam nodded to each other. James turned back to the vet with a lump in his throat. “When are you available next?”
The vet checked his phone. “The weekend of the 10th.”
“Will the 12th work? My boss needs me to keep the weekend open.”
“Actually, that’s perfect. I can come at 3 pm that day.” The vet marked his calendar. He started to leave, but looked back over his shoulder. “Should I bring some Reserpine as well?”
“Respi-what?”
“Sedation meds. You know, for the mare.”
James looked over at the pasture where Reagan was. She was laying next to Bucky, and they were nuzzling each other’s necks. James looked back at the vet. “Bring a few doses, please.”
The vet nodded and left.
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2 WEEKS LATER
Axis set up the camera to record his promo. When the recording began, he was standing next to an already saddled Reagan, scratching her neck.
“2 weeks ago, I knocked CruZe to the ground. I don’t care if I lost. The fact of the matter is, I kicked him so hard, he fell off those puny legs of his. And tonight, I have a message for him. CruZe, you may have survived last week, but I will find a way out and then I will knock you out again. And this time, it will be a little more permanent.”
“And to my opponent this Friday, Amber Lee, all I can say is… good luck. You’ve got a high profile match out of the way, but it doesn’t matter. Honestly, you got absolutely squashed. And it won’t be the last time, because I have this in the bag. Half my family lives in Colorado, and I will not disappoint them.”
Axis got a little bit closer to the camera. Reagan moved a step closer as well.
“Do you hear me, Amber? I know your mom would be proud of you for even being brave enough to accept this match offer from Danny, but I am going for the throat on Friday. I will be driving out of Red Rocks with the worst week of my life ahead of me, but at least I’ll be doing so with the one thing you won’t get in your entire WrestleVerse career.”
Axis got his face very close to the camera so Lee could hear him loud and clear.
“A big, fat, juicy dub.”
He then got on Reagan and rode off camera as the screen faded to black.