Dan looks at the cinderblock. He has removed the sling from his arm. He walks over to it and kneels down. He places his right hand on it and lifts up. Pain shoots up the arm and he is forced to drop it.
Dan
FUCK!
The cinderblock hits the ground on one of the corners and gets chipped on the concrete. It falls flat with a loud sound. Dan looks at his arm. There was still a noticeable bruise on it. He picked up the sling and put it back on.
Dan
DAMMIT!
He couldn't wrestle in this condition. He couldn't defend his title in this condition. He sat on the floor and hung his head low. He looked up at a counter in his garage where he had placed the IWF Title. It needed to be polished. He looked at his hand and arm. It still hurt. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to do.
5 hours later.
He looked at his watch. He had scheduled to shoot a promo by himself. He needed to do something. This was all he had. He didn't know if it was going to be enough, but he had absolutely nothing to go on. Not only was he injured but he also had no idea who he was facing at Heroes Also Die. This was all he had.
Subject: Before Dan Alexander's Stand 
Thu Jul 14, 2011 1:45 pm
