Post by xtreme on Sept 10, 2019 12:07:43 GMT -6
We are in a doctor's office. It's a medical doctor, not a psychologist, which is a step up for Xtreme. He is sitting on the table as the doctor looks over his ankle, turning it back and forth. Xtreme is smiling more with each twist.
Doctor - I know you are good with pain, {name redacted}, but this ankle is still very sore. When that man Dylan Thomas jumped on your ankle, you're lucky that he did not tear the ligaments.
Xtreme doesn't say anything. He is remembering the pain of that moment, and how good it felt to be out in a match again.
Doctor - Your x-rays show no permanent damage. But this ankle will be sore for the next 2-4 weeks.
A nurse comes into the room, holding some tape and gauze in order to wrap the ankle once again. She looks at Xtreme carefully before stepping back towards the doctor.
Nurse - Is it safe for me to bandage up his foot? That smile...
Doctor - Don't worry about it, nurse. I will take care of it. It would be best for you to leave.
The nurse has no problems with this. The doctor goes and wraps the ankle, securing it as tightly as he can. Xtreme doesn't seem to mind. He gets up off the table and puts weight on the ankle, testing it. He seems satisfied.
Doctor - Listen, {name redacted}. I know you've been told to wrestle this week against Duce Jones. But I can't ethically sign off on that match. Your injury needs more time to heal, and it can't be aggravated again.
Xtreme considers this for a moment, then looks at the doctor again, tapping the clipboard in the doctor's hands.
Doctor - There's nothing I can do. You will need to let them know that you have to have the match postponed.
After another second, Xtreme takes the clipboard from the doctor, looking at it. He then swings for the fences, hitting the doctor and knocking him out. The doctor lays, collapsed, in the corner, as the nurse comes back in, hearing the commotion.
Nurse - What happe- OH MY GOD!!
Xtreme turns to the nurse, glaring at her. But a grin comes across his face, and he offers the clipboard to her. She takes it, shaking. Xtreme then reaches down and gets a pen from the doctor's pocket, handing it to the nurse. She hurriedly scrawls a signature on the note, having done this before in the doctor's absence. Just nothing like this. She is shivering as she slowly holds out the clipboard, and Xtreme takes it, nodding to her. He then turns and leaves, disappearing out the door, as the nurse goes to check on the injured doctor.
Duce Jones. You are next on my to-do list. The violence must continue. I will not let anyone keep me from it. Not Dylan Thomas. Not the referees. Not you. I crave it. The violence has always been inside of me. When I couldn't release it, I went a little... over the edge. But I am back now. I am human. And I am ready for the release to continue. I'm ready for you, Duce. Let's hurt each other. A lot.
Doctor - I know you are good with pain, {name redacted}, but this ankle is still very sore. When that man Dylan Thomas jumped on your ankle, you're lucky that he did not tear the ligaments.
Xtreme doesn't say anything. He is remembering the pain of that moment, and how good it felt to be out in a match again.
Doctor - Your x-rays show no permanent damage. But this ankle will be sore for the next 2-4 weeks.
A nurse comes into the room, holding some tape and gauze in order to wrap the ankle once again. She looks at Xtreme carefully before stepping back towards the doctor.
Nurse - Is it safe for me to bandage up his foot? That smile...
Doctor - Don't worry about it, nurse. I will take care of it. It would be best for you to leave.
The nurse has no problems with this. The doctor goes and wraps the ankle, securing it as tightly as he can. Xtreme doesn't seem to mind. He gets up off the table and puts weight on the ankle, testing it. He seems satisfied.
Doctor - Listen, {name redacted}. I know you've been told to wrestle this week against Duce Jones. But I can't ethically sign off on that match. Your injury needs more time to heal, and it can't be aggravated again.
Xtreme considers this for a moment, then looks at the doctor again, tapping the clipboard in the doctor's hands.
Doctor - There's nothing I can do. You will need to let them know that you have to have the match postponed.
After another second, Xtreme takes the clipboard from the doctor, looking at it. He then swings for the fences, hitting the doctor and knocking him out. The doctor lays, collapsed, in the corner, as the nurse comes back in, hearing the commotion.
Nurse - What happe- OH MY GOD!!
Xtreme turns to the nurse, glaring at her. But a grin comes across his face, and he offers the clipboard to her. She takes it, shaking. Xtreme then reaches down and gets a pen from the doctor's pocket, handing it to the nurse. She hurriedly scrawls a signature on the note, having done this before in the doctor's absence. Just nothing like this. She is shivering as she slowly holds out the clipboard, and Xtreme takes it, nodding to her. He then turns and leaves, disappearing out the door, as the nurse goes to check on the injured doctor.
Duce Jones. You are next on my to-do list. The violence must continue. I will not let anyone keep me from it. Not Dylan Thomas. Not the referees. Not you. I crave it. The violence has always been inside of me. When I couldn't release it, I went a little... over the edge. But I am back now. I am human. And I am ready for the release to continue. I'm ready for you, Duce. Let's hurt each other. A lot.