Knowing
Dah's note: I wrote this a few weeks ago, forgot to upload it. This is from the Superstars where Santino got laid out by Kozlov ah-gain. Haha.
Even while injured, Beth Phoenix likes to keep up with her craft-- and not just things seen on TV, the things going on behind the scenes intrigue her as well so she goes fairly often to dirtsheets to keep up with the rumormill and fan reports. Her recent virtual stomping grounds, Twitter, provides her with all the dirt she could want and more at a much quicker rate than any dirtsheet however, especially when it comes to live events and match results.
Santino Marella knows this so, as he's helped from the ring after his confrontation with Vladimir Kozlov, he's flinching for more than just the steady throb coursing through his body from the Russian's attack.
Thus he's not surprised when, barely after he gets settled into the trainer's office for a thorough once over, his cell phone starts ringing. The trainer raises his eyebrow but says nothing so he shrugs and answers the phone reluctantly. "Ah, Glamazon?" As her voice echoes into his ear, he cringes and the trainer looks up, pausing while prodding the man's shoulder. Santino shakes his head and motions for him to resume the exam as Beth continues yelling at him. "I am fine, Beth," he says once she takes a breather in her admonishes.
"For now!" she exclaims and he can imagine how she looks, sitting on the edge of their bed, her braced leg out in front of her, probably rehabbing on her own against doctor's orders once more, her eyebrows pulled down in a menacing but somehow cute frown as she prepares to yell some more at him. "He doesn't like you! Why do you have a death wish?"
He smiles at the question and says, "I recall someone else who didn't like me but did like beating me up and look how that resolved itself."
She sputters. "You're honestly comparing you and me to you and him?!"
He grins wryly, picturing how annoyance would fuel her frown more than worry in this moment. "Well, in a manner of speaking... Except that you are much more beautiful." The trainer, now poking around Santino's ribs, snorts as Beth releases a breathy sigh that causes static to explode against Santino's ear.
He moves the phone to his other ear as she says, "He's not going to give in, Santino. He has Regal, just give up and go back to annoying the guest hosts so I can stop reading reports about you getting pounded by him, hmm?"
Aha, he thinks with a smirk as the trainer ends his examination and nods to let Santino know he's free to go. "Now, now, Glamazon, have you ever known your Santino to be a quitter? I am not, after all, Baptista." He stands up from the table the trainer does his examinations on and, ice packs in hand, heads for the door as she sighs loudly again. I'm running out of ears, he thinks absently. "Truly, I promise you, I am and will be fine. You'll see."
She groans. "Even if I wasn't injured, I wouldn't be around to stop you from being stupid because we're on different shows now..."
He nods. "I know. However, it cannot be permanent, right? Things will be fine, Glamazon."
"They better be," she warns. "Or I'll come back ahead of schedule just to teach you a lesson-- you think Kozlov's scary..."
He smiles. "I know, trust me, I know. I am about to leave the arena, so I should get off the cell phone... Do not rehab too hard before I return to the apartment, yes?"
She mumbles something that doesn't sound very family friendly and his grin grows. "I'll see you tomorrow," she says.
"Tomorrow," he agrees.
Even while injured, Beth Phoenix likes to keep up with her craft-- and not just things seen on TV, the things going on behind the scenes intrigue her as well so she goes fairly often to dirtsheets to keep up with the rumormill and fan reports. Her recent virtual stomping grounds, Twitter, provides her with all the dirt she could want and more at a much quicker rate than any dirtsheet however, especially when it comes to live events and match results.
Santino Marella knows this so, as he's helped from the ring after his confrontation with Vladimir Kozlov, he's flinching for more than just the steady throb coursing through his body from the Russian's attack.
Thus he's not surprised when, barely after he gets settled into the trainer's office for a thorough once over, his cell phone starts ringing. The trainer raises his eyebrow but says nothing so he shrugs and answers the phone reluctantly. "Ah, Glamazon?" As her voice echoes into his ear, he cringes and the trainer looks up, pausing while prodding the man's shoulder. Santino shakes his head and motions for him to resume the exam as Beth continues yelling at him. "I am fine, Beth," he says once she takes a breather in her admonishes.
"For now!" she exclaims and he can imagine how she looks, sitting on the edge of their bed, her braced leg out in front of her, probably rehabbing on her own against doctor's orders once more, her eyebrows pulled down in a menacing but somehow cute frown as she prepares to yell some more at him. "He doesn't like you! Why do you have a death wish?"
He smiles at the question and says, "I recall someone else who didn't like me but did like beating me up and look how that resolved itself."
She sputters. "You're honestly comparing you and me to you and him?!"
He grins wryly, picturing how annoyance would fuel her frown more than worry in this moment. "Well, in a manner of speaking... Except that you are much more beautiful." The trainer, now poking around Santino's ribs, snorts as Beth releases a breathy sigh that causes static to explode against Santino's ear.
He moves the phone to his other ear as she says, "He's not going to give in, Santino. He has Regal, just give up and go back to annoying the guest hosts so I can stop reading reports about you getting pounded by him, hmm?"
Aha, he thinks with a smirk as the trainer ends his examination and nods to let Santino know he's free to go. "Now, now, Glamazon, have you ever known your Santino to be a quitter? I am not, after all, Baptista." He stands up from the table the trainer does his examinations on and, ice packs in hand, heads for the door as she sighs loudly again. I'm running out of ears, he thinks absently. "Truly, I promise you, I am and will be fine. You'll see."
She groans. "Even if I wasn't injured, I wouldn't be around to stop you from being stupid because we're on different shows now..."
He nods. "I know. However, it cannot be permanent, right? Things will be fine, Glamazon."
"They better be," she warns. "Or I'll come back ahead of schedule just to teach you a lesson-- you think Kozlov's scary..."
He smiles. "I know, trust me, I know. I am about to leave the arena, so I should get off the cell phone... Do not rehab too hard before I return to the apartment, yes?"
She mumbles something that doesn't sound very family friendly and his grin grows. "I'll see you tomorrow," she says.
"Tomorrow," he agrees.