Replacement, Shawn Rapture RP #1

[Kaye88]

Shawn: "Would you stop fidgeting and just stay still? I swear, sometimes you're just way too juvenile, Godfre."

Asher winced as Shawn pressed the little ball of cotton with alcohol on one of his bruises. Seeing the Australian in a bit of pain, Shawn applied even more pressure on the wound, causing Asher to swat his manager's hand away from his face.

Asher: "You didn't have to do that, you bastard. My body hurts all over enough already. Adding more pain isn't going to help."

Shawn: "Well, I thought it would tell you that I'm serious when I demand that you stay still and stop moving around like a little kid on speed."

Woman: "You should try listening to him, Asher."

Asher looked over to the door and saw his best friend, the newly appointed Rapture General Manager, Chrystie, standing there with a smile. Wearing a simple white sleeveless blouse and a short denim skirt, Chrystie walked into the room and nodded at Shawn before taking a seat beside Asher's hospital bed.

Chrystie: "Wow, you look pretty damaged. I'm sorry about what happened at Halloween Hell. It must really hurt to lose your Hardcore Championship just a little over a month after winning it, not to mention losing it to someone like Joker, someone who's constantly had your number."

Asher: "I know. But hey, I fought hard. It's not as if Joker just walked past by me. The match was brutal and I've got the battle scars to prove them!"

Asher raised both his arms, trying to show Chrystie his 'war wounds' but he winced after a while and began to feel the pain once again. Shawn simply rolled his eyes and helped Asher back onto a lying position on the bed, to make the pain as minimal as possible.

Shawn: "Stop moving around. I'm sure Chrystie knows how much you're hurt, dumbass."

Chrystie: "Goodness, you two are like a married couple."

She chuckled, but she was met with a raised eyebrow from the Korean-Canadian, so she raised her hand to explain.

Chrystie: "Hey, just saying. But anyway, I'm here to obviously check up on Asher. As a friend, I'm concerned about his well-being. But as the General Manager, I need to know when he'll be okay to go at it in the ring again. The Asia tour is far from over and Asher's got a few matches here and there already booked. It would be a shame if he won't be able to follow up on those matches."

Asher: "I'd probably be okay after a week. There's..."

Shawn: "I think he should sit out the rest of the tour. His body's in a really bad condition. He broke two knuckles, he has wounds and scars across his back, he twisted his ankle, and he nearly broke his collarbone in three places. He's going to need more than a week to recover. And if it were up to me, I'd be sending him back to New York by tomorrow so he can be taken care of in a better hospital and he can start physical therapy immediately."

Asher: "Shut up, Shawn. You know I've already been through worse. I won't miss any ring time at all, not if I can help it. Chrystie, I'll be ready by the next Rapture."

Shawn: "No, you aren't. And do you really think I'm that dumb, Godfre? You can't even roll around in your hospital bed at night without complaining about how your body hurts. Don't be such a martyr."

Asher: "You won't stop me from doing what I..."

Shawn: "I'd sooner put myself in that ring and do your matches rather than have you be paralyzed for the rest of your life. I'm your manager, damn it. I'm responsible for what happens to you. And heaven help me if I let you throw your whole career away because of your juvenile decisions!"

Asher: "But you..."

Chrystie: "Asher, stop it. Shawn's right, you know. I'm your friend, first and foremost, and I will also not allow you to do this to yourself. By tomorrow, you'll be flown back to the States and I'll have my father get you to a hospital and take care of all you need there. The company can't lose you like this. End of story."

Asher: "Fine. Whatever."

Chrystie: "Oh, don't sulk, little boy."

Chrystie pat Asher on the forehead before standing up and looking at Shawn. A small smile crossed her lips as she raised an eyebrow, before finally chuckling at her idea.

Shawn: "What?"

Chrystie: "Well, it would be rather annoying to re-shuffle all the matches just because Asher can't make it to the shows. I'd really rather not do that during my first few weeks as General Manager, so I'll just take you up on your little offer earlier on."

Shawn: "And that would be?"

Chrystie: "You'll be coming with us for the Asia Tour. And you'll be taking Asher's place in every match that had been booked for him until the end of the tour. I'm sure some people in the locker room are just waiting to get their hands on you, Shawn. And your first test, as we get to Malaysia, would be Rave. He's been wanting to get at Asher since the Hardcore Title fiasco with Bob Scthickly."

Shawn: "Are you crazy? I'm not even a wrestler. There's no way I'd be able to..."

Chrystie: "Oh, come off it. You're athletic. You've got a nice body. So just ask one of the trainers to teach you a few basic moves. And it's not as if I don't know you can kick hard, Shawn. You are a Taekwondo black belt, right? And besides, it's just Rave. He's an unbalanced man who's just starting to get some wins. It's not like you're going up against someone like Starr or Joker here. You can still probably outsmart him if you can't outwrestle him."

Asher: "I'll be sure to tune in, then."

Chrystie: "Besides, it'll tell me if you're still worth keeping. I don't really like the fact that you stay at the sidelines most of the time, because I know you can do more. So I'll be watching your match with Rave really closely. Good luck, and try not to hurt yourself Bye, Asher."

Chrystie winked as she turned and walked out the door. Shawn stood there with shock still in his face, but he was quickly tuned back to the real world when he heard a small chuckle emanating from the Australian on the hospital bed. He sat down and quickly grabbed a cotton ball, doused it in alcohol, and pressed it on one of Asher's wounds, causing the taller man to wince and shout in pain.

Asher: "The hell? Stop doing that!"

Shawn: "You had that coming. Now shut up, I'm trying to think of a way to beat Rave. Shit, just what have I gotten myself into?"

Asher: "Deep shit, Shawny... Really deep... Ouch!"

Shawn pressed the cotton ball on Asher's face again, as he sighed and began to resume his deep thinking.

Shawn: "This is way more than what I bargained for."

END.

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OOC: This was just to show how Shawn was convinced to get into the ring. No IC replies, but OOC comments are welcome. Thanks for reading!

[Lily Jackson]

I liked it. It showed how relationships have developed. Asher and Shawn really are like an old married couple lol.