Post by Psychopomp on Aug 11, 2016 18:21:19 GMT -5
Thursday morning 2300 Arena
Victorious from his fist match of the tournament Psychopomp is currently getting checked by a doctor hired by the WCF to make sure that their employees are still able to continue this inexplicable car wreck of human bodies.
The Doctor removes the crimson bandages and looks over the multiple scars and stitches from his body. He lets a deep sigh at sight at all the wounds that re-opened in his last fight with @@@. A nurse gives a pain killer intravenously and tells Pomp to lay down so she can work and re-stitching him.
The good Doctor continue overall assessment and comes to his conclusion
Doctor: Light concussion, cracked ribs, multiples deep cuts on the torso and abdomen...But you already knew that.
Psychopomp answers while trying to ignore the needle going in and out of his body
Pomp: Yeah, that's it?
Doctor: No...Now you've also suffered another deep cut on your forehead and a sprain ankle.
Pomp: That's pretty good...
Doctor: Stop! You have to stop this madness! What do you think you're accomplishing here?! You probably don't remember me but I'm the one that day all the stitches you had LAST NIGHT! You know? The hospital you escaped from and stole that poor kids crutch!
Pomp: HEY! He gave that to ME! I didn't steal it...
Doctor: That's not the point! When your Boss called the hospital to hire someone to look over his wrestlers today I called him all the names possible and then nurse Maryse grabbed the phone and told him we were going to do it! For some reason I probably don't want to know she seem like you're stupid wrestling.
Maryse: Hey sexy, you gave me a scare yesterday when you left without telling me!
Pomp looks over at nurse Maryse, she was pretty attractive considering the blue baggy nurse uniform, long blond hair with a nice smile a few a tattoos on her arms that you can see but there's probably more
Doctor: Just keep stitching Maryse...
The Doctor roll his eyes and gets back to his previous conversation
Doctor: Listen Psychopomp...I can't in good conscious let you continue this debacle and I won't be held responsible for what happens to you. If you keep pushing your body you'll more than likely end up with broken ribs instead of just bruised one and you can cause yourself some serious internal injuries.
Pomp: I have to do this Doc...
The doctor gets red mad that his message doesn't seem to go through Pomp's stupid head
Doctor: WHY?!
Psychopomp then lifts his body to rest on his arms to be closer to the Doctor
Pomp: I have to do this to prove to myself that I'm not just an empty shell...I've been trying to find purpose for myself...Here and in life in general. I know that it probably sounds stupid and ridiculous to you but i'm tired of just wandering around, week after week. And this, this can prove to myself and to the others...I'm one of the only rookies to have made it in this god forsaken tournament and I might fall, I might fail, but I will always survive...for better or worst. And this is why I need this Doc. Wrestling is the only I remember, the only thing I'm good at and they don't take me seriously, they think I'm damaged and that I'm not good enough to be here in the WCF. But I'll teach them...No matter what they think, how damaged I might be, I'll still crawl to my feet, stand tall and face any opponent in any type of match possible without fear...I can do this...
Did that make sense?
The Doctor seems to be a bit touched by his speech and feels sorry for the poor soul in front of him
Doctor: If this is how you feel then I can't stop you. But don't expect any more treatment from me. After this we'll never see each other again...
Pomp: I understand Doc...Thank you.
Psychopomp lies back down still tired from his last few matches. The toll is really starting to show on his poor body. The stitches might not seem like much but his whole body is also covered in bruises from the savage matches he's already been through this week and tonight is no exception against Adam Young
Doctor: I'll leave you in the hands of my capable nurse for the rest of the stitches, sadly I have other people here to see...
Pomp gives a fist bump to the Doctor who's not sure how to react and awkwardly hits it back and then leaves the room
Maryse: Finally that old grouch left! I only have about a dozen to do one chiseled pecs, a few on your sides and then we can look at that pretty face of yours.
Psychopomp, not used to the attention blushes and thanks the nurse
Pomp: So... Did you tell the kids that I won last night?
While still concentrating on her needle work
Maryse: Yeeeahhh! They were pretty happy for you AND jealous that I was going to see you again today.
Pomp: I'll have to go see them when this is over.
He squirms a bit, the pain killer doesn't seem to work effectively or it's probably just the amount of pain he's in that's just not strong enough for it
Maryse: Hey! Stop moving! I don't want to mess these up!
Pomp suddenly stops moving
Maryse: So who are you facing tonight?
Pomp: My Ultimate Showdown partner Adam Young...
Maryse: He's pretty good.
Pomp: Trust me I know...And it's going to be a barbed wire ropes cage match
The nurse lifts her head up and shows a big grin on her face, full of excitement
Maryse: Oh my gawd that sounds amazing you're boss must be a genius!
Pomp: Or bat-shit crazy...Did you see his match last night!?! I got off easy against @@@. I mean Young and Mickey BOTH didn't finish the match! I heard that they lost so much blood that they're selling frozen mason jars of blood that they found on the floor on ebay!
The cute nurse goes back to do the stitches on Pomp's sides
Maryse: Do you think he'll be ok for tonight?
Pomp: I, urgh, those ribs are really sensitive. But for Adam I don't know...For him to come back after a match like last night it'll take almost a miracle, and a few pints of blood. Each one of those guys should deserve everyone's respect for coming back for more each night.
Maryse: Or a psych evaluation!
Pomp: Ha, I doubt we get coverage for those...Or if any us would pass them...But I already like Adam a lot...He might be controversial but he's gets the job done and if he shows up tonight he'll earn even more of my respect.
Maryse put one of her fingers over Psychopomp's mouth
Maryse: Ok, stop talking now, I only have your forehead left to do and then wrap you up in tape again.
Pomp nods and the nurse starts working her magic with the thread and needle and after a few minutes she finishes he work.
Maryse: Now, sit up so I can cover all my nice work.
Psychopomp slowly sits up and painfully lifts his arms so she can go around his torso. After a few turns, she's done fixing him up
Pomp: I'll probably need you after my match. I'm PRETTY sure I'll need some more stitches. Even if I make it out alive.
She gives Psychopomp a kiss on the cheek and slides a card in his hands
Maryse: Now rest, you'll need it. If you need me you'll know how to reach me...
Psychopomp blushes again and looks at the card while she's walking out of the room
Victorious from his fist match of the tournament Psychopomp is currently getting checked by a doctor hired by the WCF to make sure that their employees are still able to continue this inexplicable car wreck of human bodies.
The Doctor removes the crimson bandages and looks over the multiple scars and stitches from his body. He lets a deep sigh at sight at all the wounds that re-opened in his last fight with @@@. A nurse gives a pain killer intravenously and tells Pomp to lay down so she can work and re-stitching him.
The good Doctor continue overall assessment and comes to his conclusion
Doctor: Light concussion, cracked ribs, multiples deep cuts on the torso and abdomen...But you already knew that.
Psychopomp answers while trying to ignore the needle going in and out of his body
Pomp: Yeah, that's it?
Doctor: No...Now you've also suffered another deep cut on your forehead and a sprain ankle.
Pomp: That's pretty good...
Doctor: Stop! You have to stop this madness! What do you think you're accomplishing here?! You probably don't remember me but I'm the one that day all the stitches you had LAST NIGHT! You know? The hospital you escaped from and stole that poor kids crutch!
Pomp: HEY! He gave that to ME! I didn't steal it...
Doctor: That's not the point! When your Boss called the hospital to hire someone to look over his wrestlers today I called him all the names possible and then nurse Maryse grabbed the phone and told him we were going to do it! For some reason I probably don't want to know she seem like you're stupid wrestling.
Maryse: Hey sexy, you gave me a scare yesterday when you left without telling me!
Pomp looks over at nurse Maryse, she was pretty attractive considering the blue baggy nurse uniform, long blond hair with a nice smile a few a tattoos on her arms that you can see but there's probably more
Doctor: Just keep stitching Maryse...
The Doctor roll his eyes and gets back to his previous conversation
Doctor: Listen Psychopomp...I can't in good conscious let you continue this debacle and I won't be held responsible for what happens to you. If you keep pushing your body you'll more than likely end up with broken ribs instead of just bruised one and you can cause yourself some serious internal injuries.
Pomp: I have to do this Doc...
The doctor gets red mad that his message doesn't seem to go through Pomp's stupid head
Doctor: WHY?!
Psychopomp then lifts his body to rest on his arms to be closer to the Doctor
Pomp: I have to do this to prove to myself that I'm not just an empty shell...I've been trying to find purpose for myself...Here and in life in general. I know that it probably sounds stupid and ridiculous to you but i'm tired of just wandering around, week after week. And this, this can prove to myself and to the others...I'm one of the only rookies to have made it in this god forsaken tournament and I might fall, I might fail, but I will always survive...for better or worst. And this is why I need this Doc. Wrestling is the only I remember, the only thing I'm good at and they don't take me seriously, they think I'm damaged and that I'm not good enough to be here in the WCF. But I'll teach them...No matter what they think, how damaged I might be, I'll still crawl to my feet, stand tall and face any opponent in any type of match possible without fear...I can do this...
Did that make sense?
The Doctor seems to be a bit touched by his speech and feels sorry for the poor soul in front of him
Doctor: If this is how you feel then I can't stop you. But don't expect any more treatment from me. After this we'll never see each other again...
Pomp: I understand Doc...Thank you.
Psychopomp lies back down still tired from his last few matches. The toll is really starting to show on his poor body. The stitches might not seem like much but his whole body is also covered in bruises from the savage matches he's already been through this week and tonight is no exception against Adam Young
Doctor: I'll leave you in the hands of my capable nurse for the rest of the stitches, sadly I have other people here to see...
Pomp gives a fist bump to the Doctor who's not sure how to react and awkwardly hits it back and then leaves the room
Maryse: Finally that old grouch left! I only have about a dozen to do one chiseled pecs, a few on your sides and then we can look at that pretty face of yours.
Psychopomp, not used to the attention blushes and thanks the nurse
Pomp: So... Did you tell the kids that I won last night?
While still concentrating on her needle work
Maryse: Yeeeahhh! They were pretty happy for you AND jealous that I was going to see you again today.
Pomp: I'll have to go see them when this is over.
He squirms a bit, the pain killer doesn't seem to work effectively or it's probably just the amount of pain he's in that's just not strong enough for it
Maryse: Hey! Stop moving! I don't want to mess these up!
Pomp suddenly stops moving
Maryse: So who are you facing tonight?
Pomp: My Ultimate Showdown partner Adam Young...
Maryse: He's pretty good.
Pomp: Trust me I know...And it's going to be a barbed wire ropes cage match
The nurse lifts her head up and shows a big grin on her face, full of excitement
Maryse: Oh my gawd that sounds amazing you're boss must be a genius!
Pomp: Or bat-shit crazy...Did you see his match last night!?! I got off easy against @@@. I mean Young and Mickey BOTH didn't finish the match! I heard that they lost so much blood that they're selling frozen mason jars of blood that they found on the floor on ebay!
The cute nurse goes back to do the stitches on Pomp's sides
Maryse: Do you think he'll be ok for tonight?
Pomp: I, urgh, those ribs are really sensitive. But for Adam I don't know...For him to come back after a match like last night it'll take almost a miracle, and a few pints of blood. Each one of those guys should deserve everyone's respect for coming back for more each night.
Maryse: Or a psych evaluation!
Pomp: Ha, I doubt we get coverage for those...Or if any us would pass them...But I already like Adam a lot...He might be controversial but he's gets the job done and if he shows up tonight he'll earn even more of my respect.
Maryse put one of her fingers over Psychopomp's mouth
Maryse: Ok, stop talking now, I only have your forehead left to do and then wrap you up in tape again.
Pomp nods and the nurse starts working her magic with the thread and needle and after a few minutes she finishes he work.
Maryse: Now, sit up so I can cover all my nice work.
Psychopomp slowly sits up and painfully lifts his arms so she can go around his torso. After a few turns, she's done fixing him up
Pomp: I'll probably need you after my match. I'm PRETTY sure I'll need some more stitches. Even if I make it out alive.
She gives Psychopomp a kiss on the cheek and slides a card in his hands
Maryse: Now rest, you'll need it. If you need me you'll know how to reach me...
Psychopomp blushes again and looks at the card while she's walking out of the room
