Post by suicideking on Sept 24, 2006 13:33:43 GMT -5
(We open our scene to the Slaughtered Lamb Bar, just after closing time. The place is empty except for Wee Lad wiping the bar down after a long night, and the 3 members of the Sick Individuals. They are sitting in 3 seats, all right next to each other. Chad is first, with his eyes over his hands. Conrad is shown next, and he has his hands over his ears. Shanon is 3rd, and both of her hands cover her mouth. They sit in front of a TV, showing the latest interviews from the world of the WCF, as people ready themselves for School of Pain on Sunday. )
Dude, what did our opponents do? I could hear Jackhammer crapping himself, and I heard Biggs babbling, but then, it was like I didn't see anything anymore, as if the screen went blank. I went BLIND! Things were happening I could not see, did you?
(Conrad, still with ears covered, looks over to Chad for a second...)
WHAT?! I CANNOT HEAR YOU! I MUST HAVE GONE DEAF! I SAW THINGS, BUT SOMEHOW DID NOT HEAR THEM! SHANON, CAN YOU HELP US?!
(We pan over to Shanon, mouth covered. She attempts to speak, but it is obviously muffled in her hands...she then just shakes her head "NO", realizing that attempting to talk is futile.)
Amazing how stuff happened and yet none of us truly saw it. I may need to go see a DOCTOR about this problem I am having. I hope I do not have a serious HEAD INJURY! That would be bad before our big match this Sunday, right Conrad?
WHAT?!!
(Suddenly, there is a knock at the door of the bar. Wee Lad steps from behind the bar to get it, and a man in a black fedora and a black trenchcoat steps into the room. He is concealed in shadow.)
Gentlemen, and Lady, I am the mystery known only as El Diablo Negro, and I bring you information that you may find fascinating...I was given this hidden tape from an unknown source. The identities have been edited, but I am sure you will get the idea. I hope this will help you this Sunday. Until we meet again...
(And with that, the man in black glides out the door again and slams it shut. All 3 Sick Individuals look confused, but then shrug and pop the tape into the VCR. The screen lights up...
The camera zooms in on a familiar looking person lying on a hospital bed. But it looks as if their faces have been blurred out.
The faint beeping of a medical machine hooked up to him makes all of the background noise in his room. The clothes he was wearing when he arrived have been folded up neatly and placed on the small table next to the bed. There's only one chair in the room, and it's being occupied by another man that seems familiar. The man, struggling to concentrate on the magazine that he's reading, continuously glances up over the magazine to check on the man in the bed.
Suddenly, there is a knock at the entrance to the room. The man in the Chair closes the magazine quickly and he turns his attention to the door. Moments later, the door opens slowly and the doctor walks into the room holding a couple of X-rays in his hand. He closes the door softly behind him and he walks over to the center of the wall. He uses his free hand to flip on a light switch, which is a bright white. He slides the X-rays onto the machine and he grabs the metallic pointer in his breast pocket. He motions for The ma in the Chair to make his way over to him.
Man in the Chair: Did you find out what's wrong with him, Doc?
Doctor: Indeed, I did.
Doctor uses the metallic pointer to examine particular places in the X-rays that are of a head. The man from the chair tries to follow along with the pointer as Doctor describes the injury.
Doctor: I should have taken these photographs of his head in the first place. However, with his inability to remember anything from his match that he had the night before he came into my office, I figured that it had to be a concussion. Sure, I was probably right. But, while he had the concussion, he was most likely dealing with this injury, as well. You see, on the left side of his skull, there's a crack. It's about three inches long and it's applying a great deal of pressure on his brain. The crack is the cause of his migraines and the pressure applied on the brain is the reason he suffered a seizure.
Man from the Chair: You can fix it, right?
Doctor places the metallic pointer back into his breast pocket. He grabs a small notepad out of one of his pants pockets and he grabs a pen out of his breast pocket. He begins to scribble on the notepad as he speaks.
Doctor: There's one thing I can do, Mr. <BEEP>. I can apply some of this powerful glue that we have to the crack. It will remove some pressure off his brain and it will, hopefully, stop the crack from expanding. However, he isn't going to be able to step into a wrestling ring ever again.
Man From Chair: Why not? You said you could provide some glue to the injury.
Doctor: Mr. <BEEP>, I don't think you're aware of the seriousness of this injury. Even with the glue, Mr. <BEEP> could worsen the crack if he was to fall off his bed in the middle of the night. Imagine being hit in the head with a steel chair, which is probably the reason, his skull has the crack, the crack would worsen and it would probably kill him.
Man from Chair: I don't understand, Doctor.
Doctor: There's nothing to understand, Mr. <BEEP>. <BEEP>is not allowed to wrestle ever again, period. Like I said, he could die if his head injury is worsened and his occupation is a hazard and the risk is too high.
The Doctor finishes writing on his notepad and he rips the piece of paper off. He extends his hand and The man from the Chair takes the piece of paper from it. The man from the Chair then glances down at the piece of paper as Doctor places the notepad and the ink pen back into his pockets.
Doctor: I trust you'll give that to the administration of the company in which Mr. <BEEP> is employed. With that note, he can still bring in the remaining money on his contract. So, he shouldn't be in trouble, money wise.
Man from the Chair: So, this note won't allow <BEEP> to be in the ring for his current company or any other company?
Doctor: Exactly. I'm going to go attend to the patient in the next room over. In a few minutes, a nurse will be in to take Mr. <BEEP> to surgery. He'll be done in about an hour, brought back to this room, and he will be released tomorrow. He'll only need about four stitches or so because the cut we need to make won't be that big. So, he'll be as good as new tomorrow, hopefully.
Man from Chair: All right, thanks a lot, Doctor.
Doctor: No problem. Make sure you give that note to the administration of the company.
Man From Chair: I won't.
Doctor Miller glances over at The man in the bed before turning around and exiting the room. The man from the chair looks down at the note in his hand before walking into the bathroom.
The tape goes fuzzy again with snow.
(Chad smirks, takes his hands down, and taps Conrad on the shoulder, who removes his hands from his ears. Conrad taps Shanon who uncovers her mouth. All 3 start laughing.)
We play along this week. But after we win the titles at School of Pain, no more censoring, no more See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil. You can consider The Sick Individuals like the Opie and Anthony Show on XM, no rules, no censors, NOTHING. We will be your CHAMPIONS, and there won't be a goddamn thing you can do about it! Until morality improves...
THE BEATINGS WILL CONTINUE!
(The Sick Individuals all get up and walk out of the bar at the same time, making their way to the arena for the first PPV appearance of the Sick Individuals....)
Dude, what did our opponents do? I could hear Jackhammer crapping himself, and I heard Biggs babbling, but then, it was like I didn't see anything anymore, as if the screen went blank. I went BLIND! Things were happening I could not see, did you?
(Conrad, still with ears covered, looks over to Chad for a second...)
WHAT?! I CANNOT HEAR YOU! I MUST HAVE GONE DEAF! I SAW THINGS, BUT SOMEHOW DID NOT HEAR THEM! SHANON, CAN YOU HELP US?!
(We pan over to Shanon, mouth covered. She attempts to speak, but it is obviously muffled in her hands...she then just shakes her head "NO", realizing that attempting to talk is futile.)
Amazing how stuff happened and yet none of us truly saw it. I may need to go see a DOCTOR about this problem I am having. I hope I do not have a serious HEAD INJURY! That would be bad before our big match this Sunday, right Conrad?
WHAT?!!
(Suddenly, there is a knock at the door of the bar. Wee Lad steps from behind the bar to get it, and a man in a black fedora and a black trenchcoat steps into the room. He is concealed in shadow.)
Gentlemen, and Lady, I am the mystery known only as El Diablo Negro, and I bring you information that you may find fascinating...I was given this hidden tape from an unknown source. The identities have been edited, but I am sure you will get the idea. I hope this will help you this Sunday. Until we meet again...
(And with that, the man in black glides out the door again and slams it shut. All 3 Sick Individuals look confused, but then shrug and pop the tape into the VCR. The screen lights up...
The camera zooms in on a familiar looking person lying on a hospital bed. But it looks as if their faces have been blurred out.
The faint beeping of a medical machine hooked up to him makes all of the background noise in his room. The clothes he was wearing when he arrived have been folded up neatly and placed on the small table next to the bed. There's only one chair in the room, and it's being occupied by another man that seems familiar. The man, struggling to concentrate on the magazine that he's reading, continuously glances up over the magazine to check on the man in the bed.
Suddenly, there is a knock at the entrance to the room. The man in the Chair closes the magazine quickly and he turns his attention to the door. Moments later, the door opens slowly and the doctor walks into the room holding a couple of X-rays in his hand. He closes the door softly behind him and he walks over to the center of the wall. He uses his free hand to flip on a light switch, which is a bright white. He slides the X-rays onto the machine and he grabs the metallic pointer in his breast pocket. He motions for The ma in the Chair to make his way over to him.
Man in the Chair: Did you find out what's wrong with him, Doc?
Doctor: Indeed, I did.
Doctor uses the metallic pointer to examine particular places in the X-rays that are of a head. The man from the chair tries to follow along with the pointer as Doctor describes the injury.
Doctor: I should have taken these photographs of his head in the first place. However, with his inability to remember anything from his match that he had the night before he came into my office, I figured that it had to be a concussion. Sure, I was probably right. But, while he had the concussion, he was most likely dealing with this injury, as well. You see, on the left side of his skull, there's a crack. It's about three inches long and it's applying a great deal of pressure on his brain. The crack is the cause of his migraines and the pressure applied on the brain is the reason he suffered a seizure.
Man from the Chair: You can fix it, right?
Doctor places the metallic pointer back into his breast pocket. He grabs a small notepad out of one of his pants pockets and he grabs a pen out of his breast pocket. He begins to scribble on the notepad as he speaks.
Doctor: There's one thing I can do, Mr. <BEEP>. I can apply some of this powerful glue that we have to the crack. It will remove some pressure off his brain and it will, hopefully, stop the crack from expanding. However, he isn't going to be able to step into a wrestling ring ever again.
Man From Chair: Why not? You said you could provide some glue to the injury.
Doctor: Mr. <BEEP>, I don't think you're aware of the seriousness of this injury. Even with the glue, Mr. <BEEP> could worsen the crack if he was to fall off his bed in the middle of the night. Imagine being hit in the head with a steel chair, which is probably the reason, his skull has the crack, the crack would worsen and it would probably kill him.
Man from Chair: I don't understand, Doctor.
Doctor: There's nothing to understand, Mr. <BEEP>. <BEEP>is not allowed to wrestle ever again, period. Like I said, he could die if his head injury is worsened and his occupation is a hazard and the risk is too high.
The Doctor finishes writing on his notepad and he rips the piece of paper off. He extends his hand and The man from the Chair takes the piece of paper from it. The man from the Chair then glances down at the piece of paper as Doctor places the notepad and the ink pen back into his pockets.
Doctor: I trust you'll give that to the administration of the company in which Mr. <BEEP> is employed. With that note, he can still bring in the remaining money on his contract. So, he shouldn't be in trouble, money wise.
Man from the Chair: So, this note won't allow <BEEP> to be in the ring for his current company or any other company?
Doctor: Exactly. I'm going to go attend to the patient in the next room over. In a few minutes, a nurse will be in to take Mr. <BEEP> to surgery. He'll be done in about an hour, brought back to this room, and he will be released tomorrow. He'll only need about four stitches or so because the cut we need to make won't be that big. So, he'll be as good as new tomorrow, hopefully.
Man from Chair: All right, thanks a lot, Doctor.
Doctor: No problem. Make sure you give that note to the administration of the company.
Man From Chair: I won't.
Doctor Miller glances over at The man in the bed before turning around and exiting the room. The man from the chair looks down at the note in his hand before walking into the bathroom.
The tape goes fuzzy again with snow.
(Chad smirks, takes his hands down, and taps Conrad on the shoulder, who removes his hands from his ears. Conrad taps Shanon who uncovers her mouth. All 3 start laughing.)
We play along this week. But after we win the titles at School of Pain, no more censoring, no more See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil. You can consider The Sick Individuals like the Opie and Anthony Show on XM, no rules, no censors, NOTHING. We will be your CHAMPIONS, and there won't be a goddamn thing you can do about it! Until morality improves...
THE BEATINGS WILL CONTINUE!
(The Sick Individuals all get up and walk out of the bar at the same time, making their way to the arena for the first PPV appearance of the Sick Individuals....)
