Promo: Complications

[Thoth 0]

“Ha! Ha ha ha! You sure got her good!” Kibagami hops around like a one-legged frog on PCP. Angel Dust. A frog that likes to get wet.

 

But Kibagami is one frog who stays dry. Whether intentionally or not, anyway. That is to say Nathaniel Kibagami does not take PCP. Anymore.

 

And Thoth did indeed got her good, “her” being Taiga Star, and the “got” being her injuries that could really use medical attention, that Thoth is pretty sure she won't take time off for. Her head is probably too hard for that, just like it was during the match.

 

The match that he lost. God-fricking-dammit, HOW did that happen? Then he feels the fin of his compatriot on his back. Frogs have fins, right? Or what, are those feet? They have webbing in them, in between the toes. That's like a fin, right? Well, what do you call it then?

 

He lost it for Thoth: Nathaniel Kibagami. And he's pretty sure Kibs doesn't even knows it. Judging from the way he acted, Thoth didn't lose the match. As far as Nathaniel Kibagami was concerned, on the moment in question... it was Tuesday.

 

The match happened on a Sunday, by the way.

 

Something had to be done.

 

***

 

The Clan has long been dissolved, but Thoth maintains the network that he retained as the leader of that dark and arcane group. He calls up his most trusted doctor.

 

“This is Helzig.”

 

“It's me,” says Thoth.

 

“Ugh... christ. What?”

 

“I don't know if you are aware, but I lost my last match.”

 

“I'm crying, Thoth, really, I am. I'm your doctor, not your bitch. Speaking of, why don't you go cry on his shoulder?”

 

“That's the problem, doc. He dropped the ball.”

 

A loud sigh through the speaker of the phone is distorted somewhat by static. “What do you expect? He really can't compete in that condition.”

 

“I know, doc, I...” Now it is Thoth's turn to sigh. “I know. Which is why I was hoping-”

 

“Stop,” orders Doctor Helzig. Though his German accent might almost be gone, there is a hint of his blood in his harsh command. “I know what you are going to ask. You are going to ask if I can reduce the concentration of the medication. Short answer: No.”

 

There is a pause where Doctor Helzig expects Thoth to make some kind of reply. None comes, so he continues: “Long answer: I think you know the risks and rewards of taking such action, and you and I both know that you're not ready for that yet.” Another pause. No response.

 

“Is there anything else?”

 

“No, Doctor Helzig.” The good doctor ends the call. Thoth sits down onto a hard wooden bench right outside the showers. He really just took it there. A long time ago, Thoth would have been cruel and ruthless, ordering the doctor to just do what he fucking told him, or he could expect to not have an office within the week. But he let the doctor end the call, and he sat back down.

 

He took it. Just like he took his loss to Taiga Star.

 

Let's flash back to six months ago. Maybe you remember this:

 

The TV is still going. It's still the SWF. Stars Thoth recognizes, stars he has not seen before. It's the only thing that can reasonably hold his attention, outside of the woman in his bed. Something comes on the screen. Something that has his attention.

 

"Who... who is that?"

 

He sits up, and scoots closer to the edge of the bed.

 

"My god, I- I- Oh man. This, this is... oh man."

 

"What, what is it?" asks the woman.

 

"I... I have to go." He throws on his pants, and leaves his shirt unbuttoned.

 

---

 

There are a number of thoughts swirling through Thoth's mind as he leaves his house, and walks headlong into a gust. As it passes, two thoughts settle above others.

 

"I need to meet this person, the one I just saw on the TV. In the ring."

 

That person. Taiga Star. It was compelling. There hadn't been a soul like that inside the wrestling ring in years. Maybe Annie Eclectic. But Thoth had turned Annie some time ago, and had at least broken her spirit to the point that Thoth could relax and get some breathing room. Or was that her sister? That was about as confusing as the time Nathaniel Kibagami thought it would be a good idea to make John Kruger think he had cancer. He never had cancer; his arm worked just fine. But the radio in his skull made him believe he was fucked up and would never wrestle again. It was an experimental idea, a new concept in dominance and subjugation. Nothing like it was ever attempted again, due to the complexity of such an operation.

 

A crazy idea then. With his head gazing at the floor, he offers a chuckle. Now he has another crazy idea, only so he can face Taiga Star in the ring. And crush her.

 

Guess Take 1 didn't go so well. At least Thoth left her something to remember. Well, one crazy idea deserves another. The phone is still in Thoth's hand. He flips it open and starts dialing.

[Toxxic 0]

I can't believe you brought up Skull Radio. I thought that had been retconned into nonexistence. Nonetheless, this should be interesting.

[Retard Girl 0]

medication? frogs? subjucation? facinating. especially the medication part. is there a backstory i am not aware of... or is this to be revealed later?

[Thoth 0]

medication? frogs? subjucation? facinating. especially the medication part. is there a backstory i am not aware of... or is this to be revealed later?

 

The frog thing was a metaphor that I thought of at the time. Anything involving strange references to the past has actually happened in the SWF/IGNWF, and the backstory exists to be perused at your leisure (or ask questions, we love talking about this shit). The thing with John Kruger was that I always hated that he got cancer, and I wanted a way to both explain why the fuck we put a radio in his skull, and a way to explain his cancer. As for medication, I don't know how more obvious I can make it.

 

Now I know how comic book writers feel.