Supercard aftermath…
Sitting on a crate outside the backstage area after the match where he had lost the titles with Tim, Connor looks at his partner who is leaning against the crate beside him. Connor can see how distant Tim is and debates whether or not to comment. Reaching into the his hoodie, Connor pulls out a pack of cigarettes and offers it to Tim who pulls out a cigarette and lights up before handing them back.
Taking the slightly crumpled package into his hand, Connor pulls the final cancer stick out and sets it between his lips, his lighter flashing as it sparks then flickers with a flame that makes the end of the cigarette glow. He lets the smoke curl around his head and smiles at the familiar burn.
Tim Staggs: Look man, I’m sorry about tonight. I thought that I had…
Connor holds a hand up stopping Tim and then letting his hand fall onto the shoulder of his younger partner.
Connor Murphy: Whoa, don’t even go there Tim. Maybe it is better that we lost tonight. After all you have a lot on your mind with coming off the pills and Grimm and all the shit that you are going through. Gives you time to deal with it yanno, away from the pressure of being champ.
Tim smiles slightly at that as Connor takes another long inhale of the cigarette. The pair stands there smoking and watching the night and the activity around them.
Connor Murphy: But I have to tell you Timmy, I saw that you signed up for the Blast from the Past tournament. You sure that is something that you think you are up to? Especially when Grimm and that looney is fucking with your mind?
Tim only nods as he takes a final drag of the cigarette then sends the butt flying through the air, the faint glow the last the pair sees. Connor can understand Tim’s reluctance to talk about Grimm and that woman so doesn’t push. Before any more can be said, Tim pushes off the crate and turns towards the locker rooms.
Tim Staggs: You coming?
Connor shakes his head with a smile.
Connor Murphy: Nah, I got something to say to Benny Boy then I am heading to the hotel. We’ll talk soon. Take care of yourself kiddo.
Smirking, he reaches across the space between them to ruffle Tim’s hair like he was a little boy which only makes Tim protest and swat at Connor’s hand. The two Nobodies share a hard gripped handshake that Connor uses to pull Tim close.
Connor Murphy: If you need me, all it takes is a call and I’ll have your back.
Tim Staggs: I know Connor, I know. Hopefully I won’t need to use it.
With that, the pair separates each headed in their own direction. Connor makes a quick stop at the locker room and grabs something before quickly disappearing around the corner and out of camera view.
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Blast from the Past teaming…
The hotel in Paris wasn’t the best. But for Connor, the only reason he needed it was for the place to collapse after meeting up with his partner for the Blast from the Past tournament. Being randomly teamed up with Melanie Gabrielle for the tournament gave him a good chance at making a run for the tournament and lead him to a chance at facing the champion for the Heavyweight title.
The meeting went well, considering that he had a face to face in the bar owned by his partner’s family member. He smiled drunkenly into the mirror that mocked him as he stood in the foyer of his room and fought with his boots. Finally he reaches down and yanks at the laces that are tangled in Gordian knots. Mumbling an expletive, he moves into the room and collapses on the bed to look up at the ceiling.
Suddenly the Dropkick Murphys can be heard as Connor fights to find his cell phone. Pulling it from his front pocket, he presses the answer button and without bringing the phone to his ear, calls out hello into the receiver.
Pussy Willow: Connor Murphy, I was wondering what you are doing and if it would be possible to talk to you about the blast from the Past tournament. I can come over right now if you like.
Connor smirks and shakes his head.
Connor Murphy: I don’t think so toots, too much water between us.
Pussy Willow: What are you talking about? You aren’t in Vegas or California?
Connor Murphy: Nope, in Paris enjoying the view of my hotel ceiling right about now. It’s like…
Squinting his eyes he lifts his arm up to peer at his bare wrist then rolls with a groan to look at the clock radio on the table beside the bed.
Connor Murphy: Half past put me to bed time.
Pussy Willow: But Connor, I wanted to ask you about the tournament and the fact that you are teamed up with Melanie Gabrielle.
Connor Murphy: Well if you don’t mind doing this over the phone I will be more than willing to talk. Hell if I was allowed to cut a promo drunk, I would so be on Facebook live or whatever the hell that app is. So Pussy, why don’t we do this and then you can let me sleep this prehangover off before I need to be at the airport.
For a moment the line is silent. Connor pulls the phone away from his ear to look at it. He can hear Pussy agree to the interview so he smiles and very precisely points his finger and hits speaker then lets the phone drop on the bed beside him.
Connor Murphy: Okay Pussy…shoot!
Pussy Willow: Well I guess the first question has to be how do you feel being tagged up with Melanie Gabrielle in the tournament? She is a former champion and is a very tough competitor.
Connor resumes looking up at the ceiling as he thinks a response for the question.
Connor Murphy: Teaming up with Melanie Gabrielle is like getting a free pass to an insiders chance at something great. I mean have you seen the way the girl is able to kick ass like a professional?
Pussy Willow: But she lost her match at the supercard when she challenged for the Bombshell tag titles.
Connor Murphy: Yeah I saw but then again, I lost my match at My Bloody Valentine too. So just means that both of us are looking for redemption. And the best way to get that is winning this tournament. And from our discussions today over some beer and this meady thing, the two of us are on the same page when it comes to what we have planned.
Pussy Willow: And just what do you have planned Connor?
Connor Murphy: WE plan to win Pussy.
Connor smirks then yawns. On the other end of the line Pussy can be heard to hum slightly as she is contemplating her next question. Connor rolls on his side and tucks his arm under his head.
Pussy Willow: So Connor, we heard that that you will be facing Derek Thorne and Mercedes Vargas. Thoughts?
Connor Murphy: Yeah Derek Thorne, I know him. Tough as nails and ready to kick ass just like I am. So I think that it will be one hell of a match..
Pussy Willow: And Mercedes?
Connor Murphy: She is the problem for Mel. I ain’t allowed to touch her am I?
Connor yawns again and lets his eyes close as Pussy again hums as she thinks of another question.
Pussy Willow: So Connor…
Connor Murphy: Zzzz
Pussy Willow: Connor?
Pussy keeps calling out Connor’s name as he sleeps on, snoring loudly. Rolling over, Connor hangs up the phone as Pussy is calling his name as the scene fades out.
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The image of Connor Murphy can be seen flickering on a screen and he begins to talk.
Connor Murphy: I am sitting here and I thought about my match this week for the Blast for the Past tournament and I have to tell you that I am looking forward to this match against Derek Thorne and Mercedes Vargas. People are probably going to be saying that Mel and I won’t stand a chance since we have to face the new Bombshell Internet Champion and Derek Thorne, someone who hasn’t been in the ring for over a year. I am going to let Mel handle Mercedes but I am going to direct my thoughts to Derek.
Derek, I remember you and I know the pair of us were like family thanks to Spike and Vixen and NXT. And I know the pair of us are both ready and willing to fight. And I am looking forward to getting in the ring with you. And I am very ready to stand toe to toe with you and just have a blast trading punches.
Win or lose, I will be enjoying the match one way or another.
With a smile he reaches and presses a button that sends the image to snow.
