Post by Seth on Oct 6, 2015 0:31:10 GMT -5
Oct 3, 2015 10:15:34 GMT -5 doc said:A New Beginning
Monday, 6 April 2015, 1:45 AM...
The doors to Rush University Med Center's ER burst open as medics wheel in an injured man. The doctors and nurses met the gurney at the door and began to work right away. The lead medic kept pumping at the On the man's bloody face, "Severe chest trauma keeping us from doing compressions. The trainer at the local wrestling event said he had cracked ribs, however he was attacked as they were leaving and brutally assaulted. The attackers kicked and hit him with pipes, focusing on his chest area. He presented with a weak pulse and shallow breathing upon arrival, however we lost all that as we pulled into the bay."
The Doctor turned to is intern, "Call surgery, and tell them we are on our way."
As the young woman veered off, the man on the gurney began to seize as blood began to seep through the wrappings on his chest and flow out of his mouth and nose...
An older surgeon exits the OR where they took the severely injured wrestler just a few seemingly short minutes ago looking downtrodden and utterly spent. He looks around and walks up to the lone woman in the waiting room. "I'm terribly sorry to be the bearer of bad news Mrs. Henry, but your husband died on the table. He lost all vital signs upon arrival, and despite our best attempts, the damage done to his body was too much and we lost him."
Mary looks downward and seems more in shock than anything before she breaks and loses it completely, falling into the arms of the surgeon...
2:50AM, Rush University Medical Center, Morgue...
The morgue orderly, Jimmy, uses the cart to push open the door as he wheels the sheet covered body of WCF Star Doc Henry in. "Well Mr. Henry, looks like your going into drawer seven. Don't worry though, the coroner's office will be by in a few hours for you..."
Jimmy, being a funny young man, and oddly a fan of WCF, simply put on a pair of headphones and began the process of moving the lifeless sack of meat that once dominated the WCF tag division onto the slab of drawer seven. In accordance to protocol, the orderly removed all personal items still on the body and placed them in evidence bags. Last to go was the sheet, straight into the biohazard receptacle. That's when Jimmy decided to get a closer look. "Would you look at that." He simply shook his head, "I guess the rumors were true after all. Seems there will be many women lacking now that an award worthy dick like that is out of commission."
Patting Doc gently on the head, the tech pushed the drawer closed, "I hope you get plenty of pussy where you are now. Rest easy, and as the Godfather would say, 'Smash that poon!'."
Inside Drawer 7
We can barely make out the features on Doc's face. For the first time in years he looks at peace. However the lines on his face bear witness to the darkness of his past.
Doc's eyes shoot open and he clutched his chest in pain, as he tries to sit up, bashing his head against the top of the little compartment. "OW! Where the FUCK am I?!?" Feeling around to get his bearing, the worst scenario comes to his mind... Well, maybe not the worst, but come on, think about where he is at. "Dammit you time asshats, you little bitches are mine now!" Feeling a seam up around his head, Doc rolls onto his stomach the best that he can and begins to 'cop knock' to get someone's attention, as the cold air begins to pucker his skin...
Jimmy is sitting at a table style desk playing Angry Birds on his phone, when a single bang rings out from the storage drawers. Turning, his heart raced for a few beats, but since no other sounds could be heard, Jimmy shrugged his shoulders and turned back to his game. A few moments later, the banging returned. "What the Holy Hell?!?" Walking to the storage drawers, Jimmy realized that the sound was coming from number seven. Feeling part of some horror story, Jimmy couldn't help reaching for the latch as his memory recalled Doc's supposed supernatural turn...
The door sprung open, and Doc spilled out, his naked ass flashing the camera as Jimmy yelped, jumping back, "Your... Your... Your dead?"
Standing, Doc takes a couple breaths of fresh air, and chuckles, "So Satan walks into this bar..."
Jimmy is flabbergasted, and stares at Doc, all injuries and surgical incisions are healed as if they never happened. He tries to speak, but only ends up flapping his gums like a catfish out of water.
"What are you staring at son, it's fucking cold in here..." Looking around, Doc tries to find something to put on. No sense in having his junk flopping in the breeze in the morgue, people might think he was a necrophiliac or something...
"Son. Hey." Doc frowns as the tech simply stares, "Great, this kid is baked..." Finding no need for the young man, Doc does what he does best, and hits a spear, knocking the tech out. Standing up, he looks around for supplies...
In just a few short minutes, Doc is exiting the Morgue dressed in scrubs and a pair of shoes some dead person wasn't gonna need any longer. It hadn't taken him long to find his bag of effects and liberate them as well.
He hadn't made it too far, when he gritted his teeth in pain, and fell to the floor clutching his chest. Looking up, he spies an older Asian man in robes approaching, staring Doc straight in the eyes...
"Greetings Mr. Henry, I am Master Ryushi, and I am here to guide you."
Doc looked the man up and down as the ache faded, "I'm not becoming no Tibetan Monk..."
Master Ryushi simply smiled and rubbed his bald head, "I'm not Tibetan, nor did I study there. I am a student of the Song Shan Shaolin Temple in Henan province, China. I have studied there for many, many long decades, and like yourself I cannot die."
"Whatever little dude, just help me outta this hospital so I can enact my revenge."
Master Ryushi just smiled, and in a flash buried a dagger into Doc's heart from it's hidden location in his sleeve. The shocked expression on Doc's face... Priceless... "I'll see you in a few minutes..."
Doc's eyes slowly opened and the view that greeted him was the Chicago skyline zooming by as he looked upwards off the back seat of his vintage Rolls Royce Silver Cloud Limo. Doc looked down at his chest to see a bloody ragged hole where the dagger went in, yet his skin showed no signs of the violence. Slowly sitting up, he is handed a mason jar of moonshine by his wife Mary. "Nothing like 'hair of the dog' to put the lead back in your pencil." It was then he noticed Master Ryushi, "I take it he told you what's going on?"
Mary nodded, "We'll catch the jet at Chicago Executive Airport. You have some training to do once we get home. Your agent called, he secured you a medical sabbatical until your fit to compete once again..."
"That's the best news I've heard all day. I know that there will be hell to pay. Oblivion has some receipts coming for sure. That monster may not be stoppable, but I'm definitely going to get my shots in. Plus there are a few guys that I just want to kick their teeth in on general principle..."
For the next several miles, Doc and Master Ryushi sat in deep conversation about the new development in his life. The Ins and Outs so to speak. How no this wasn't like some Highlander thing, that it was a temporary reprieve from the universe. This gift was only bestowed on those who were destined for a very specific task, and that Master Ryushi was a member of a subgroup of these individuals who was tasked to spend hundreds of years mentoring those like Doc...