Falcon's Fic: Water, Walls and Silence
Fandom: Wrestling (TNA)
Title: Water, Walls and Silence
Author: Falcon Whitaker
Ratings & Warnings: Rated 12+ for some very mild swearing.
Disclaimer: I am affiliated with TNA wrestling or Samoa Joe in any way. I do not own any of the characters mentioned within and this is entirely a work of fiction. I do not profit.
Feedback/Concrit Welcome?: Yes please :3
Summary: So what did happen when Samoa Joe was kidnapped by the panel-van ninjas?
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Samoa Joe doesn't know how long it's been since They took him. They've kept him prisoner in a dark, dank concrete cell - no clock, no light, nothing to mark the passage of time but the slow, steady drip of water from a leaky faucet somewhere unseen and distant. It can't have been that long, surely, but it feels like it's been an eternity, an aeon of nothing but darkness, dripping water, and his own thoughts.
He'd been furious at first, of course - those bastards came into TNA, into his stomping ground, and managed to kidnap him. It was underhand. It was infuriating. And it was embarrassing. Samoa Joe, beaten and grabbed in the parking lot like a puppy plucked from the street for the pound? No.
But anger can only burn so long, and Joe's has long since simmered down and changed to a smouldering resentment and a growing sense of concern. Has nobody noticed he's gone? Is no-one looking for him? Everybody should know he's been kidnapped, for God's sake. The camera man was right there when They attacked.
Dripping water. Dark concrete walls. Silence.
They haven't told Joe what They want. They've made no demands: They seem to want nothing from him. They're just keeping him here - for their own sick amusement, perhaps - watching, waiting, doing nothing, asking for nothing.
Nothing.
Is nobody coming? Has nobody called the damn cops? Of course not.
Nobody's coming.
Joe knows this. He's under no illusion that he's popular in TNA. Even Taz, his so-called friend, won't be that worried that he's gone. Nobody's coming to save Joe from Them.
Only Joe can save himself.
But for now, all he can do is wait, here in the solitude, the shadows, with the sound of dripping water.
All he can do is wait.
Title: Water, Walls and Silence
Author: Falcon Whitaker
Ratings & Warnings: Rated 12+ for some very mild swearing.
Disclaimer: I am affiliated with TNA wrestling or Samoa Joe in any way. I do not own any of the characters mentioned within and this is entirely a work of fiction. I do not profit.
Feedback/Concrit Welcome?: Yes please :3
Summary: So what did happen when Samoa Joe was kidnapped by the panel-van ninjas?
~~~~~
Samoa Joe doesn't know how long it's been since They took him. They've kept him prisoner in a dark, dank concrete cell - no clock, no light, nothing to mark the passage of time but the slow, steady drip of water from a leaky faucet somewhere unseen and distant. It can't have been that long, surely, but it feels like it's been an eternity, an aeon of nothing but darkness, dripping water, and his own thoughts.
He'd been furious at first, of course - those bastards came into TNA, into his stomping ground, and managed to kidnap him. It was underhand. It was infuriating. And it was embarrassing. Samoa Joe, beaten and grabbed in the parking lot like a puppy plucked from the street for the pound? No.
But anger can only burn so long, and Joe's has long since simmered down and changed to a smouldering resentment and a growing sense of concern. Has nobody noticed he's gone? Is no-one looking for him? Everybody should know he's been kidnapped, for God's sake. The camera man was right there when They attacked.
Dripping water. Dark concrete walls. Silence.
They haven't told Joe what They want. They've made no demands: They seem to want nothing from him. They're just keeping him here - for their own sick amusement, perhaps - watching, waiting, doing nothing, asking for nothing.
Nothing.
Is nobody coming? Has nobody called the damn cops? Of course not.
Nobody's coming.
Joe knows this. He's under no illusion that he's popular in TNA. Even Taz, his so-called friend, won't be that worried that he's gone. Nobody's coming to save Joe from Them.
Only Joe can save himself.
But for now, all he can do is wait, here in the solitude, the shadows, with the sound of dripping water.
All he can do is wait.