Post by Matthew "The Raven" Knox on May 26, 2011 23:21:28 GMT
(OOC: Sorry to page, and u guys...this is the worst ive written in a while, but a lot of IRL crap is weighin me down.)
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[What’s up Doc?]
I never liked Doctor’s offices. The sterile, white walls, and floors reminded me too much of my early childhood, and the smell of disease, and sterilization that hung in the air did nothing but turn my stomach. Let alone how uncomfortable the beds are.
I laid back uncomfortably on the bed within one of the rooms, awaiting the test results for a CAT scan I had taken to find the source of these headaches. My black jean clad legs hung over the edge, and I rested one forearm upon my forehead, deep in thought. I beat Devil this week, with very minimal effort. Much less than I had anticipated. Which started a winning streak for me, that I did not intend upon breaking.
Which brought me to the third son of a bitch stepping up to the plate. None other than Trent Page. I had a small encounter with him backstage a couple weeks ago, nothing too serious. Just the a-typical pompous ass out to make a name for himself. The guy was in the same boat as me, honestly.
Save for the fact that he hadn’t held a single title in the FWF, and I’d held every single one except the Cruiserweight, Universal, and World Title.
Astryd
Matthew?
I averted my eyes to the left, letting them fall upon the petite figure of my wife and manager, Astryd Knox. I smiled slightly, the look of worry was written all over her face, and had been since we made this appointment. I hadn’t, until now of course, been open with her about the headaches. Then again, they had never been as bad as they had gotten.
Matthew Knox
Yes, my sweet?
Astryd
How are you feeling?
I smirk, and sit up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed so I could face her. She always looked so beautiful, even though the fluorescent lighting was giving her pale skin a slight sickly tone. Her big, dark eyes staring straight into my soul always made me feel warm, and ice cold at the same time.
Lord, I loved her.
Matthew Knox
I’m fine, Astryd. . .why wouldn’t I be?
Astryd
You know well why you wouldn’t be…Matthew, you’re 28 years old, and may have a severe injury…now, you know as well as I do, in this profession…I mean…
I coolly, but firmly sliced the air with my hand, silencing her. I felt my eyes close, and a hint of frustration creep up from the pit of my stomach. I wasn’t angry at her, but I didn’t like having the obvious stated to me. Especially since I had gone over the scenario she spoke of a million times already in my head
Matthew Knox
Let’s not worry about that, Astryd…Let’s not worry about anything, until there’s reason to worry.
She smiled warily at me. A fake smile, obviously. I returned the half hearted smile. I did not want to admit it to her, or myself . . . But honestly, I was just as worried, if not more. If there was something wrong with me, especially in the cranium or spine, my career would very well be over.
I mean, had I been 20 again, and just barely into the profession with no wife or children, I’d give less than a damn. One more risk to take. But now, with people depending upon me, I find even the slightest in ring risk warranting second, and third thoughts never even dreamed of before.
Just then, there was a faint knock at the door, and a middle aged man wearing a white coat, with a brown comb over, and thick moustache entered the room. His brown eyes were staring down at a clipboard intently.
Doctor Littlefield
Hello Mister, and Missus Knox I’m Doctor Theodore Littlefield, and I do believe I have the results here that you’ve been waiting for.
Matthew Knox
Well, Doc, Lay them on me.
Littlefield remained silent as he stared down at his clipboard for a few moments, then looked up, staring me straight in the eye.
Doctor Littlefield
You have dealt with cervical fractures in the past, I’m going to suppose, Mr. Knox?
I smiled warily, and simply nodded as my response.
Doctor Littlefield
And you sought medical help for ALL of them, right?
I breathed in slightly, and shook my head, before speaking. My tone similar to a large child who had been caught in the cookie jar.
Matthew Knox
There was one I sustained at an old show, after being thrown off the roof of a cell. . . I just took some pain killers, and continued to do so until the pain went away. Honestly, I had no knowledge of the fracture until I went to my next check up, and by then, it had healed as well as it was going to…what’s that got to do with anything?
Doctor Littlefield
To be frank, I’m thinking that whatever is causing these headaches of yours, along with the slight memory loss, may indeed be due to the lack of treatment for that injury, as well as the numerous blows to the head you’ve incurred. . . I’m going to need to run further tests though, to be absolutely sure. . . So, I’m going to have to ask that yo--
Matthew Knox
No.
I narrowed my eyes at his now confused looking face. When he spoke, the nervousness in his tone was more than obvious, although I was tall, and slender, and not the most imposing figure in the ring, the barely five foot five man in front of me saw me as imposing as WBL, and the like.
And, oddly enough, I liked it.
Dr Littlefield
Mister Knox, please. I can not clear you to compete in the condition you’re in.
I stood then, to my full height, and stared down at him, a small smirk playing on my face. When I spoke, I spoke slowly, dangerously, my voice filled with malicious intent.
Matthew Knox
No disrespect Doctor, but headaches are the least of my worries. I fought with busted ribs, I’ve fought through two broken legs, and I’ll be damned if some man in a white coat is going to tell me that a headache is gonna be what stops me. It isn’t happening that way. The End…now, I’ll take my note….please.
His face now pale, and palms dripping with sweat, Dr Littlefield plucked a pin from his coat pocket, and hurriedly scribbled upon a piece of paper, before tearing it from the clip board, and handing it to me. I smiled, and took it gingerly.
Matthew Knox
Thank you for the clean bill, doc…Darling, shall we?
I exited the room crisply, passing some nurses in the hall. After moment, I heard Astryd’s heels clicking resonated through the hall, but I paid no mind . . . My business was done
[What’s up Doc?]
I never liked Doctor’s offices. The sterile, white walls, and floors reminded me too much of my early childhood, and the smell of disease, and sterilization that hung in the air did nothing but turn my stomach. Let alone how uncomfortable the beds are.
I laid back uncomfortably on the bed within one of the rooms, awaiting the test results for a CAT scan I had taken to find the source of these headaches. My black jean clad legs hung over the edge, and I rested one forearm upon my forehead, deep in thought. I beat Devil this week, with very minimal effort. Much less than I had anticipated. Which started a winning streak for me, that I did not intend upon breaking.
Which brought me to the third son of a bitch stepping up to the plate. None other than Trent Page. I had a small encounter with him backstage a couple weeks ago, nothing too serious. Just the a-typical pompous ass out to make a name for himself. The guy was in the same boat as me, honestly.
Save for the fact that he hadn’t held a single title in the FWF, and I’d held every single one except the Cruiserweight, Universal, and World Title.
Astryd
Matthew?
I averted my eyes to the left, letting them fall upon the petite figure of my wife and manager, Astryd Knox. I smiled slightly, the look of worry was written all over her face, and had been since we made this appointment. I hadn’t, until now of course, been open with her about the headaches. Then again, they had never been as bad as they had gotten.
Matthew Knox
Yes, my sweet?
Astryd
How are you feeling?
I smirk, and sit up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed so I could face her. She always looked so beautiful, even though the fluorescent lighting was giving her pale skin a slight sickly tone. Her big, dark eyes staring straight into my soul always made me feel warm, and ice cold at the same time.
Lord, I loved her.
Matthew Knox
I’m fine, Astryd. . .why wouldn’t I be?
Astryd
You know well why you wouldn’t be…Matthew, you’re 28 years old, and may have a severe injury…now, you know as well as I do, in this profession…I mean…
I coolly, but firmly sliced the air with my hand, silencing her. I felt my eyes close, and a hint of frustration creep up from the pit of my stomach. I wasn’t angry at her, but I didn’t like having the obvious stated to me. Especially since I had gone over the scenario she spoke of a million times already in my head
Matthew Knox
Let’s not worry about that, Astryd…Let’s not worry about anything, until there’s reason to worry.
She smiled warily at me. A fake smile, obviously. I returned the half hearted smile. I did not want to admit it to her, or myself . . . But honestly, I was just as worried, if not more. If there was something wrong with me, especially in the cranium or spine, my career would very well be over.
I mean, had I been 20 again, and just barely into the profession with no wife or children, I’d give less than a damn. One more risk to take. But now, with people depending upon me, I find even the slightest in ring risk warranting second, and third thoughts never even dreamed of before.
Just then, there was a faint knock at the door, and a middle aged man wearing a white coat, with a brown comb over, and thick moustache entered the room. His brown eyes were staring down at a clipboard intently.
Doctor Littlefield
Hello Mister, and Missus Knox I’m Doctor Theodore Littlefield, and I do believe I have the results here that you’ve been waiting for.
Matthew Knox
Well, Doc, Lay them on me.
Littlefield remained silent as he stared down at his clipboard for a few moments, then looked up, staring me straight in the eye.
Doctor Littlefield
You have dealt with cervical fractures in the past, I’m going to suppose, Mr. Knox?
I smiled warily, and simply nodded as my response.
Doctor Littlefield
And you sought medical help for ALL of them, right?
I breathed in slightly, and shook my head, before speaking. My tone similar to a large child who had been caught in the cookie jar.
Matthew Knox
There was one I sustained at an old show, after being thrown off the roof of a cell. . . I just took some pain killers, and continued to do so until the pain went away. Honestly, I had no knowledge of the fracture until I went to my next check up, and by then, it had healed as well as it was going to…what’s that got to do with anything?
Doctor Littlefield
To be frank, I’m thinking that whatever is causing these headaches of yours, along with the slight memory loss, may indeed be due to the lack of treatment for that injury, as well as the numerous blows to the head you’ve incurred. . . I’m going to need to run further tests though, to be absolutely sure. . . So, I’m going to have to ask that yo--
Matthew Knox
No.
I narrowed my eyes at his now confused looking face. When he spoke, the nervousness in his tone was more than obvious, although I was tall, and slender, and not the most imposing figure in the ring, the barely five foot five man in front of me saw me as imposing as WBL, and the like.
And, oddly enough, I liked it.
Dr Littlefield
Mister Knox, please. I can not clear you to compete in the condition you’re in.
I stood then, to my full height, and stared down at him, a small smirk playing on my face. When I spoke, I spoke slowly, dangerously, my voice filled with malicious intent.
Matthew Knox
No disrespect Doctor, but headaches are the least of my worries. I fought with busted ribs, I’ve fought through two broken legs, and I’ll be damned if some man in a white coat is going to tell me that a headache is gonna be what stops me. It isn’t happening that way. The End…now, I’ll take my note….please.
His face now pale, and palms dripping with sweat, Dr Littlefield plucked a pin from his coat pocket, and hurriedly scribbled upon a piece of paper, before tearing it from the clip board, and handing it to me. I smiled, and took it gingerly.
Matthew Knox
Thank you for the clean bill, doc…Darling, shall we?
I exited the room crisply, passing some nurses in the hall. After moment, I heard Astryd’s heels clicking resonated through the hall, but I paid no mind . . . My business was done
