Twist [Impact Wrestling]
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schizoauthoress_libraryTitle: Twist
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: set in current day (December 2020)
Warnings: mild language
Prompt/Fill: “Can you let me twirl my knife in peace?”
Word Count: 400
Summary: A brief encounter with Sami Callihan and Manik.
Note: Shockingly, I suddenly got bit by a plot bunny. I thought I was gonna struggle to get 100 words but… give me a pinoy to sass through and I guess the words just flow.
Twist
Sami glowered at the security guards as they passed. The one with the dreadlocks gave him a wide berth, and the redhead glared, but nobody said anything. He flicked his wrist, let one handle of the balisong bump against his knuckles before flipping it back into a closed position, then repeated the action a few times.
“Those are illegal,” someone said. Sami looked up, glare intensified at the laugh he heard in those words, and spied Manik. The masked wrestler shut the dressing room door behind him and stepped into the hallway.
“You gonna call the cops on me?” Sami sneered.
“Depends,” Manik replied, grin obvious thanks to the white stage makeup outlining his lips. "You taking that to the ring with you?“
Sami attempted an extra flourish with the butterfly knife, losing his grip and wincing slightly at the clatter when it landed on the floor. He couldn’t see much of Manik’s face, but he stared as if daring Manik to laugh while he crouched to pick up the weapon.
"You need to practice,” was all Manik said, though, when Sami straightened up again.
“What, you offering?” Sami snorted contemptuously.
“Francis is better,” Manik replied, “Ask him. Ask nicely.”
Sami couldn’t help the bark of incredulous laughter that burst from his lips. All amusement fled from Manik’s posture, chin going up defiantly in response to Sami’s scorn.
“He’s a good guy. Puts up with enough crap as it is. Ask him nicely, or fuck off about it, Callihan.”
“Can you let me twirl my knife in peace?” Sami snapped. He hadn’t asked for Manik’s opinions, or Fallah’s assistance, regarding it anyway.
Another obvious white-on-black grin beneath the half mask. "Not when you’re that shit at it, man.“ And then Manik was gone, sauntering down the hallway with the X-Division Championship belt slung over one shoulder. A few moments later, Rohit Raju came out of another dressing room and stalked after Manik.
Sami considered calling out to them – letting Manik know about Rohit’s presence – but dismissed the impulse quickly. Fuckin’ know-it-all California boy. Sami didn’t need Manik’s help with anything, and he’d be damned if he offered up any help to the guy either.
He squashed the thought that he missed having Ken around, and tried to twirl the butterfly knife again. Sami Callihan didn’t miss people. Sami Callihan didn’t need people. Sami Callihan used people. That’s all.
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Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: set in current day (December 2020)
Warnings: mild language
Prompt/Fill: “Can you let me twirl my knife in peace?”
Word Count: 400
Summary: A brief encounter with Sami Callihan and Manik.
Note: Shockingly, I suddenly got bit by a plot bunny. I thought I was gonna struggle to get 100 words but… give me a pinoy to sass through and I guess the words just flow.
Twist
Sami glowered at the security guards as they passed. The one with the dreadlocks gave him a wide berth, and the redhead glared, but nobody said anything. He flicked his wrist, let one handle of the balisong bump against his knuckles before flipping it back into a closed position, then repeated the action a few times.
“Those are illegal,” someone said. Sami looked up, glare intensified at the laugh he heard in those words, and spied Manik. The masked wrestler shut the dressing room door behind him and stepped into the hallway.
“You gonna call the cops on me?” Sami sneered.
“Depends,” Manik replied, grin obvious thanks to the white stage makeup outlining his lips. "You taking that to the ring with you?“
Sami attempted an extra flourish with the butterfly knife, losing his grip and wincing slightly at the clatter when it landed on the floor. He couldn’t see much of Manik’s face, but he stared as if daring Manik to laugh while he crouched to pick up the weapon.
"You need to practice,” was all Manik said, though, when Sami straightened up again.
“What, you offering?” Sami snorted contemptuously.
“Francis is better,” Manik replied, “Ask him. Ask nicely.”
Sami couldn’t help the bark of incredulous laughter that burst from his lips. All amusement fled from Manik’s posture, chin going up defiantly in response to Sami’s scorn.
“He’s a good guy. Puts up with enough crap as it is. Ask him nicely, or fuck off about it, Callihan.”
“Can you let me twirl my knife in peace?” Sami snapped. He hadn’t asked for Manik’s opinions, or Fallah’s assistance, regarding it anyway.
Another obvious white-on-black grin beneath the half mask. "Not when you’re that shit at it, man.“ And then Manik was gone, sauntering down the hallway with the X-Division Championship belt slung over one shoulder. A few moments later, Rohit Raju came out of another dressing room and stalked after Manik.
Sami considered calling out to them – letting Manik know about Rohit’s presence – but dismissed the impulse quickly. Fuckin’ know-it-all California boy. Sami didn’t need Manik’s help with anything, and he’d be damned if he offered up any help to the guy either.
He squashed the thought that he missed having Ken around, and tried to twirl the butterfly knife again. Sami Callihan didn’t miss people. Sami Callihan didn’t need people. Sami Callihan used people. That’s all.
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Date: 2021-01-04 07:41 am (UTC)It's nice to see other people writing about Sami too. :)
(Edit: I just want to add that I don't like to read about him with other ships than Jake, but this wasn't about ships. So it was interesting. :D )
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Date: 2021-01-04 02:49 pm (UTC)For right now, I can't think of anyone on the roster who'd be able to put up with Sami's... Sami-ness. XD And getting in his head in general is far more interesting to me than tossing him at somebody to feel feelings.
Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2021-01-04 03:17 pm (UTC)