Post by Biggs on Sept 23, 2006 17:59:19 GMT -5
OOC: Once again, the only part of this roleplay that is on camera is the italics. Obviously, the rest of the RP cannot be used in other people's roleplays because it's, well, off camera. This is how I'll be doing my RPs from now, so, I won't need to put this at the top of all my RPs. Thanks!
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JJ Biggs is lying on a hospital bed. 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 Jake Hudson. Jake, struggling to concentrate on the magazine that he's reading, continuously glances up over the magazine to check on his long time friend. JJ Biggs has been in this room for the last day and Jake Hudson has been with him the entire time.
Suddenly, there is a knock at the entrance to the room. Hudson 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 Hudson to make his way over to him.
Jake Hudson: Did you find out what's wrong with him, Doc?
Dr. Miller: Indeed, I did.
Doctor Miller uses the metallic pointer to examine particular places in the X-rays that are of JJ's head. Jake tries to follow along with the pointer as Doctor Miller describes the injury.
Dr. Miller: 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.
Jake Hudson: You can fix it, right?
Doctor Miller 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.
Dr. Miller: There's one thing I can do, Mr. Hudson. 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.
Jake Hudson: Why not? You said you could provide some glue to the injury.
Dr. Miller: Mr. Hudson, I don't think you're aware of the seriousness of this injury. Even with the glue, Mr. Biggs 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.
Jake Hudson: I don't understand, Doctor Miller.
Dr. Miller: There's nothing to understand, Mr. Hudson. JJ Biggs 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.
Doctor Miller finishes writing on his notepad and he rips the piece of paper off. He extends his hand and Jake takes the piece of paper from it. Jake glances down at the piece of paper as Doctor Miller places the notepad and the ink pen back into his pockets.
Dr. Miller: I trust you'll give that to the administration of the company in which Mr. Biggs 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.
Jake Hudson: So, this note won't allow JJ to be in the ring for his current company or any other company?
Dr. Miller: 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. Biggs 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.
Jake Hudson: All right, thanks a lot, Doctor Miller.
Dr. Miller: No problem. Make sure you give that note to the administration of the company.
Jake Hudson: I won't.
Doctor Miller glances over at JJ Biggs before turning around and exiting the room. Jake looks down at the note in his hand before walking into the bathroom. He crumbles the note up, drops it into the toilet, and he flushes it down. Jake watches until the note disappears before exiting the bathroom with a smile on his face.
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[glow=blue,2,300]THE NEXT DAY[/glow]
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Jake Hudson turns his 2006 Chevrolet Cobalt into the parking lot of his gym. JJ Biggs, sitting in the passenger seat, looks excited to see the gym. Jake pulls into the parking spot that is designated for him. He places the vehicle into park and he turns off the ignition.
JJ Biggs: It's been awhile since I've been happy to see this place. I'll finally be able to do some training without dealing with a huge amount of pain. Right now, it's almost as if it's one hundred percent.
Jake Hudson: We have to take it easy, JJ. We don't want to mess up your stitches or anything.
JJ Biggs: Yeah.
Jake Hudson: After we finish training, you need to go home and relax. I'll call you later and then we need to go to the hospital to get your stitches taken out and then we need to catch a plane so we can go to School of Pain.
JJ Biggs: All right.
Jake and JJ both exit the vehicle. Both men walk to the back of the vehicle and Jake opens the trunk. JJ grabs his bag and he places it over his shoulder. Jake slams the trunk shut and both men slowly begin to make their way to the entrance of the gym.
JJ Biggs: Where's the one dude? I think his name was Kyle or something.
Jake Hudson: He was training here earlier today. He looked really good and I told him you'd be here to watch him Monday or Tuesday. I think he's going to be good soon and with your knowledge and mine combined, we can make him great.
JJ Biggs: Cool.
Jake opens the door and he holds it open so JJ can walk inside. Jake follows and he closes the door behind him. Jake heads to his office while JJ heads into the locker room. He finds his locker, puts his combination in, and he opens it up. He places his bag on the ground as he takes a seat on the bench and begins to untie his shoes.
JJ Biggs: Barney (JackHammer), what the hell are you doing? Eating old ham, shitting on yourself before you can make it to the bathroom. Don't worry, I'm sure Chino can call someone like Conrad Howell to come and clean his bathroom for him. Make sure you're still at Chino's apartment when he arrives, JackHammer. Because we all know how much you like men that wear dresses. On a serious note, JackHammer, you need to be focusing on this match. If you don't focus, either my team or The Sick Individuals are going to knock your head off your shoulders. What then? Dodge will take that truck they gave you and you'll be just another has-been trying to continue his career. So, Hammer, I'm hoping you're training right now because it's obvious not even the steroids you take can help your in-ring abilities. As for your partner, Zafirah, I still cannot believe you're actually going through with this match. Hell, JackHammer isn't going to be the reason Devastation Inc. will lose the titles, you will be. One punch, you're out, period.
Chad Allen and Conrad Howell. What haven't I said about you two? I'm prepared to go into the field of battle to end this rival. Honestly, I want the both of you to bring you "A" games because believe it or not, I want some competition. I don't want to win this match when the only real competition is a woman and a purple dinosaur. But, eh, what am I saying? I'm trying to be nice, but I just can't do it. Your "A" game is equivalent to my worst night. Why? Because I was born better.
JJ slides off his shoes and he changes into his gear. Eventually, he leaves the locker room and he is about to go through a small training session and he's looking ahead to the match where he'll gain another championship in WCF.[/i]
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JJ Biggs is lying on a hospital bed. 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 Jake Hudson. Jake, struggling to concentrate on the magazine that he's reading, continuously glances up over the magazine to check on his long time friend. JJ Biggs has been in this room for the last day and Jake Hudson has been with him the entire time.
Suddenly, there is a knock at the entrance to the room. Hudson 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 Hudson to make his way over to him.
Jake Hudson: Did you find out what's wrong with him, Doc?
Dr. Miller: Indeed, I did.
Doctor Miller uses the metallic pointer to examine particular places in the X-rays that are of JJ's head. Jake tries to follow along with the pointer as Doctor Miller describes the injury.
Dr. Miller: 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.
Jake Hudson: You can fix it, right?
Doctor Miller 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.
Dr. Miller: There's one thing I can do, Mr. Hudson. 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.
Jake Hudson: Why not? You said you could provide some glue to the injury.
Dr. Miller: Mr. Hudson, I don't think you're aware of the seriousness of this injury. Even with the glue, Mr. Biggs 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.
Jake Hudson: I don't understand, Doctor Miller.
Dr. Miller: There's nothing to understand, Mr. Hudson. JJ Biggs 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.
Doctor Miller finishes writing on his notepad and he rips the piece of paper off. He extends his hand and Jake takes the piece of paper from it. Jake glances down at the piece of paper as Doctor Miller places the notepad and the ink pen back into his pockets.
Dr. Miller: I trust you'll give that to the administration of the company in which Mr. Biggs 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.
Jake Hudson: So, this note won't allow JJ to be in the ring for his current company or any other company?
Dr. Miller: 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. Biggs 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.
Jake Hudson: All right, thanks a lot, Doctor Miller.
Dr. Miller: No problem. Make sure you give that note to the administration of the company.
Jake Hudson: I won't.
Doctor Miller glances over at JJ Biggs before turning around and exiting the room. Jake looks down at the note in his hand before walking into the bathroom. He crumbles the note up, drops it into the toilet, and he flushes it down. Jake watches until the note disappears before exiting the bathroom with a smile on his face.
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[glow=blue,2,300]THE NEXT DAY[/glow]
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Jake Hudson turns his 2006 Chevrolet Cobalt into the parking lot of his gym. JJ Biggs, sitting in the passenger seat, looks excited to see the gym. Jake pulls into the parking spot that is designated for him. He places the vehicle into park and he turns off the ignition.
JJ Biggs: It's been awhile since I've been happy to see this place. I'll finally be able to do some training without dealing with a huge amount of pain. Right now, it's almost as if it's one hundred percent.
Jake Hudson: We have to take it easy, JJ. We don't want to mess up your stitches or anything.
JJ Biggs: Yeah.
Jake Hudson: After we finish training, you need to go home and relax. I'll call you later and then we need to go to the hospital to get your stitches taken out and then we need to catch a plane so we can go to School of Pain.
JJ Biggs: All right.
Jake and JJ both exit the vehicle. Both men walk to the back of the vehicle and Jake opens the trunk. JJ grabs his bag and he places it over his shoulder. Jake slams the trunk shut and both men slowly begin to make their way to the entrance of the gym.
JJ Biggs: Where's the one dude? I think his name was Kyle or something.
Jake Hudson: He was training here earlier today. He looked really good and I told him you'd be here to watch him Monday or Tuesday. I think he's going to be good soon and with your knowledge and mine combined, we can make him great.
JJ Biggs: Cool.
Jake opens the door and he holds it open so JJ can walk inside. Jake follows and he closes the door behind him. Jake heads to his office while JJ heads into the locker room. He finds his locker, puts his combination in, and he opens it up. He places his bag on the ground as he takes a seat on the bench and begins to untie his shoes.
JJ Biggs: Barney (JackHammer), what the hell are you doing? Eating old ham, shitting on yourself before you can make it to the bathroom. Don't worry, I'm sure Chino can call someone like Conrad Howell to come and clean his bathroom for him. Make sure you're still at Chino's apartment when he arrives, JackHammer. Because we all know how much you like men that wear dresses. On a serious note, JackHammer, you need to be focusing on this match. If you don't focus, either my team or The Sick Individuals are going to knock your head off your shoulders. What then? Dodge will take that truck they gave you and you'll be just another has-been trying to continue his career. So, Hammer, I'm hoping you're training right now because it's obvious not even the steroids you take can help your in-ring abilities. As for your partner, Zafirah, I still cannot believe you're actually going through with this match. Hell, JackHammer isn't going to be the reason Devastation Inc. will lose the titles, you will be. One punch, you're out, period.
Chad Allen and Conrad Howell. What haven't I said about you two? I'm prepared to go into the field of battle to end this rival. Honestly, I want the both of you to bring you "A" games because believe it or not, I want some competition. I don't want to win this match when the only real competition is a woman and a purple dinosaur. But, eh, what am I saying? I'm trying to be nice, but I just can't do it. Your "A" game is equivalent to my worst night. Why? Because I was born better.
JJ slides off his shoes and he changes into his gear. Eventually, he leaves the locker room and he is about to go through a small training session and he's looking ahead to the match where he'll gain another championship in WCF.[/i]
