Post by darkdisciple on Aug 24, 2012 7:54:23 GMT -5
Medical Clinic of St. Luke, Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
4:21 PM 8/23/2012
1st Person
Well, it's certainly been a full week for you.
The doctor speaking was somewhere in her 60s at least, which made her remind me of being lectured by my Grandmother.
You know, if you intend to keep getting smashed in the head, I might have to recommend you change careers. This sort of things does wonders when it comes to killing people you know.
Yeah yeah, I had heard it all plenty of times from my sister, and look at where she is now… wrestling! Granted, we actually tended to follow the rules and not attack people from behind outside of the ring in the European circuits, but if this was what it took to make it, then my head could crack as many times as it took. Not that I planned on giving that imbecile Bill Adams, nor his butt-scratcher Titan another chance to sneak up from behind me again.
I’ll be more careful, I promise.
Mmm… sure you will. It’s not like every wrestler we get in here doesn’t say that.
As she walked out the door I poked my head through and called after her
So am I cleared for Friday or what?
She turned and sighed.
Yes, you can compete on Friday. I won’t say safely because you seem to have trouble doing anything safely, but you aren’t going to be in any more danger than normal.
She turned again and strode off with that professional stride that only doctors seem capable of. The smirk on my face betrayed my thoughts to the world, fortunately, the world around me was currently devoid of other life. The smirk planted smugly on my face, beyond my control to prevent, shouted out my excitement.
And yet, why should I be excited? I had been demoted after all, I wasn’t anyone important in the MPW anymore. And recently I seemed to have trouble even getting in the ring. But this felt different. Like all week, this match was somehow more important because it had been delayed. Jimmy Fatal, from what I had heard, was a decent guy, a guy who was trying to fight his Demons, and despite myself I found it a thrilling thought that I could get to be one of those Demons. This wasn’t my first match after being kicked off the main show, it was my first match with a new opportunity to prove myself. I wasn’t going to try and prove myself worthy to Bill Adams, I didn’t need to prove anything to Bill Adams aside from that he was an idiot for ever getting on my bad side. At this point, I was a squire of Sir Cunningham, and I was going to wrestle my absolute best against these guys.
I need to get ready, I haven’t prepared enough for this match! I said aloud, for no real reason, so it kind of made me jump when I actually got a response.
I figured you’d say as much. Fine, you are clear, you can go whenever you want. Just try to take it easy okay? I’d hate to see you back here anytime soon. I hate celebrity patients.
I laughed
Really? Given the way you handled those paparazzi I’d have guessed you enjoyed it.
She grabbed me by the ear, glaring into my face with eyes of hardened, grey, stone.
Just because you have a lot of practice in something doesn’t mean you enjoy doing it. Don’t you forget that you whipper-snapper.
Oww… ah… yes ma’am!
Don’t “Yes ma’am me, I didn’t spend eight of the best years of my life crammed in a university building so a big German brute could call me ma’am.
She gave my ear an extra hard tug.
Say “yes Doctor”
Ahh! Yes… Doctor… anything you sayyyy!!!
She released my ear and let my head snap back up. As much as I hated being treated like a naughty child, I found myself loving this doctor more and more. She clearly had mastered ear grabbing almost as much as she had mastered camera smashing.
Now get lost. Go get ready for your smacking down or whatever the hell it is you do.
I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.
Yes doctor...
She stomped off as I was left smirking to myself and rubbing my ear. I had to get my mind on my match now, Jimmy Fatal was going to be my first test as a Step Up! Member, so I planned on sending a message to the whole roster, and all the fans that I was here, all of me, and despite whatever tricks Bill Adams had up his sleeve, I was still capable of becoming the best wrestler in the entire MPW. It was going to take some effort, but I had worked my way through plenty of promotions before, this time, I just needed to keep improving, overtaking everyone, one at a time. And it began anew this week, starting with Jimmy Fatal. Eventually I’d get a shot at Titan, I was certain of that, but revenge is for the easily distracted. I had bigger things to worry about… well… maybe not literally “bigger” but… more important I guess would be more appropriate.
Anyways, I slid out of the clinic and hopped on the bicycle I had bought with last months paycheck. Sir Cunningham had been immensely helpful. He told me that since I had already signed my contract with Bill Adams, I’d continue to receive the same pay for my work, regardless of where those matches took place. That was fortunate for me. I know Bill Adams would have just loved to throw a cut in salary into that little dick-trick of his. Now, I was going to be fighting purely for my own improvement, and not worrying about looking good while doing it. While the Step Up! Fans deserved a good show, something told me they weren’t expecting greatness from us. That meant I could focus on my wrestling, and not my charisma.
I biked off towards the wrestling school, I had a lot of work to do in a day…
4:21 PM 8/23/2012
1st Person
Well, it's certainly been a full week for you.
The doctor speaking was somewhere in her 60s at least, which made her remind me of being lectured by my Grandmother.
You know, if you intend to keep getting smashed in the head, I might have to recommend you change careers. This sort of things does wonders when it comes to killing people you know.
Yeah yeah, I had heard it all plenty of times from my sister, and look at where she is now… wrestling! Granted, we actually tended to follow the rules and not attack people from behind outside of the ring in the European circuits, but if this was what it took to make it, then my head could crack as many times as it took. Not that I planned on giving that imbecile Bill Adams, nor his butt-scratcher Titan another chance to sneak up from behind me again.
I’ll be more careful, I promise.
Mmm… sure you will. It’s not like every wrestler we get in here doesn’t say that.
As she walked out the door I poked my head through and called after her
So am I cleared for Friday or what?
She turned and sighed.
Yes, you can compete on Friday. I won’t say safely because you seem to have trouble doing anything safely, but you aren’t going to be in any more danger than normal.
She turned again and strode off with that professional stride that only doctors seem capable of. The smirk on my face betrayed my thoughts to the world, fortunately, the world around me was currently devoid of other life. The smirk planted smugly on my face, beyond my control to prevent, shouted out my excitement.
And yet, why should I be excited? I had been demoted after all, I wasn’t anyone important in the MPW anymore. And recently I seemed to have trouble even getting in the ring. But this felt different. Like all week, this match was somehow more important because it had been delayed. Jimmy Fatal, from what I had heard, was a decent guy, a guy who was trying to fight his Demons, and despite myself I found it a thrilling thought that I could get to be one of those Demons. This wasn’t my first match after being kicked off the main show, it was my first match with a new opportunity to prove myself. I wasn’t going to try and prove myself worthy to Bill Adams, I didn’t need to prove anything to Bill Adams aside from that he was an idiot for ever getting on my bad side. At this point, I was a squire of Sir Cunningham, and I was going to wrestle my absolute best against these guys.
I need to get ready, I haven’t prepared enough for this match! I said aloud, for no real reason, so it kind of made me jump when I actually got a response.
I figured you’d say as much. Fine, you are clear, you can go whenever you want. Just try to take it easy okay? I’d hate to see you back here anytime soon. I hate celebrity patients.
I laughed
Really? Given the way you handled those paparazzi I’d have guessed you enjoyed it.
She grabbed me by the ear, glaring into my face with eyes of hardened, grey, stone.
Just because you have a lot of practice in something doesn’t mean you enjoy doing it. Don’t you forget that you whipper-snapper.
Oww… ah… yes ma’am!
Don’t “Yes ma’am me, I didn’t spend eight of the best years of my life crammed in a university building so a big German brute could call me ma’am.
She gave my ear an extra hard tug.
Say “yes Doctor”
Ahh! Yes… Doctor… anything you sayyyy!!!
She released my ear and let my head snap back up. As much as I hated being treated like a naughty child, I found myself loving this doctor more and more. She clearly had mastered ear grabbing almost as much as she had mastered camera smashing.
Now get lost. Go get ready for your smacking down or whatever the hell it is you do.
I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.
Yes doctor...
She stomped off as I was left smirking to myself and rubbing my ear. I had to get my mind on my match now, Jimmy Fatal was going to be my first test as a Step Up! Member, so I planned on sending a message to the whole roster, and all the fans that I was here, all of me, and despite whatever tricks Bill Adams had up his sleeve, I was still capable of becoming the best wrestler in the entire MPW. It was going to take some effort, but I had worked my way through plenty of promotions before, this time, I just needed to keep improving, overtaking everyone, one at a time. And it began anew this week, starting with Jimmy Fatal. Eventually I’d get a shot at Titan, I was certain of that, but revenge is for the easily distracted. I had bigger things to worry about… well… maybe not literally “bigger” but… more important I guess would be more appropriate.
Anyways, I slid out of the clinic and hopped on the bicycle I had bought with last months paycheck. Sir Cunningham had been immensely helpful. He told me that since I had already signed my contract with Bill Adams, I’d continue to receive the same pay for my work, regardless of where those matches took place. That was fortunate for me. I know Bill Adams would have just loved to throw a cut in salary into that little dick-trick of his. Now, I was going to be fighting purely for my own improvement, and not worrying about looking good while doing it. While the Step Up! Fans deserved a good show, something told me they weren’t expecting greatness from us. That meant I could focus on my wrestling, and not my charisma.
I biked off towards the wrestling school, I had a lot of work to do in a day…
