Daniel O'Sullivan was in the locker room putting on his tights, Letting out a sigh moving over towards his locker grabbing the bottle of painkillers. Opening up the bottle and taking about four pills into mouth taking a gulp of the water bottle near him to wash it down. He could feel the pain running down his back and towards the left side of his back, "Damn it" He thought to himself just wanting to get though his match and head home or do some quick promos so the pain does not cause him to lose days working.

Putting on his elbow and knee pads and bandages to his hands and knuckles, This match was a tag match with himself and another heel against two faces.

Death makes his way into the building wearing most his gear. He carries a cd case marked 'wrestling music' in one hand and a duffle bag in the other, that looks heavily worn down from years of use. Death makes his way into the locker room with his latest graduate following a few steps behind. Noticing Daniel is getting ready to go he walks over to him. "Hey man, you look pretty worn down. You feeling alright?" He asks as Barret, his student, starts getting changed for the match. Death sits down and removes his shoes and pants, changing into his wrestling pants. The pants appearing like standard cargo pants but having an elastic waist band. After getting his pants on he grabs his wrestling boots and slides them on.

@Tyler Night

"Yeah i'm fine don't gotta worry about me" He said the smile that he was known for, Putting on the rest of his outfit of green spandex with his native countries flag being Ireland. Taking two more pain killers drowning it with water cracking his neck to and fro, He wondered where his partner the hell his partner was. Standing up for a moment limbering himself up thinking back to his first match, It was the early eighties and he had just turned twenty. He was so nervous he vomited all over the floor, And even know he was nervous as hell but he was not going to hurl all over the place.