Post by #DI-WHY? on Mar 26, 2016 19:04:28 GMT -5
{Mike Jette is getting his ribs bandaged}
Doc: Mike, I don't know how you think you're going to be able to fight at Dark Matter...
Mike: Look doc, I went in to Nowhere to Run with everything on the line and it all fell apart. I had to prove everything and proved nothing. Seiryu Shumizu was one hell of an athlete and that match has made me respect him a great deal. But now I have to refocus on my future. I must redeem myself. I have no choice.
[Jette winces}
Mike: Any tighter and I'm gonna be in two pieces...
Doc: Mike you have two broken ribs. This is pretty serious. I don't know why you think I'm gonna clear you to wrestle.
Mike: Well for one you can't have a fatal 4-way with only three people, now can you?
Doc: Your ty jokes aren't gonna help here. Anyway we're all done here. You're all taped up. We'll talk in a few days to see if-
{There's a knock on the door. All of a sudden a nurse enters the room. She looks at Jette and smiles.}
Nurse: Mr. Jette, we have a visitor here for you.
Mike: Oh God, no....
"Well well well, look what we have here"
Mike: Get out. Not interested.
Hank: Nice to see you too Mike. Doc what's the damage?
Doc: Mr. Hansen, you know I can't disclose-
Hank: Cut the sh*t. I'm his manager. What did this idiot do to himself?
Doc: He had two ribs broken. There was also a small amount of internal bleeding.
Hank: Oh so no real damage?
Doc: Sir, I assure you this is nothing to take lightly. I may have to sideline Jette for Dark Matter.
{simultaneously} Hank and Mike: Bullsh*t!
Mike: Doc, I have to prove myself at that show, what can I do to be cleared?
Doc: Well not be bleeding on the inside would help. But in all seriousness, I'd say at the least you'd need to keep your ribs taped for the match.
Mike: Done! I'll tape every inch of my damn body for this! I'm going to get out of here, I have to start training right away.
Doc: Not so fast, there's one more thing. I want Hansen out there with you. It'll make me more confident that you'll be okay if you have a friendly out there in case anything goes wrong.
Mike: {Muttering} "Friendly" isn't the term I'd use... {Back to normal} Okay Doc. If that's what it takes. Just clear me.
{Mike to himself} "Oh god what have I gotten myself into now..."
(THREE HOURS LATER)
Hank: Let's start. I'm going to put up this bag and you visualize what I say. Got it?
Mike: Okay. Let me just get ready. {Puts on MMA gloves and a blindfold) Let's do this.
{Jette starts beating the crap out of the bag. Jette starts showing looks of pain on his face}
Hank: Don't be a wimp. Fight through the pain, and I'm not giving you a choice. We're gonna start now so focus up. Start thinking of a farm. Now think of the biggest farmer there. Big guy, woodsman type.
Mike: Wilbur Richardson, right?
Hank: You got it. He's a new guy, but that doesn't mean you don't treat him as a threat. He's a real mans man. I'd imagine fighting him will be like being in a bar fight. You don't know what he's going to bring to the table. Be ready for anything.
Mike: I'll just have to change up my style. Quick kicks and a higher flying style.
Hank: Good. Next up, we have a small pharmacy, and in the medicine isle, there's a guy in a white lab coat.
Mike: Dr. Mantis Tobaggan.
Hank: Nope. Look past that man into the rack of $3 costumes, and you'll find him buying a doctors outfit. This guy is basically a walking LSD trip, but nothing to take lightly. He was a billionaire until he gave it all up for whatever reason. He claims he transforms into a trash man and throws trashcans at people. He's also gross, trying to sneeze on you and put condoms down your throat, effectively choking you. So try to stay away from him as long as possible.
JMike: Yeah. Better take some Nyquil cold and flu before this match.
Hank: Last up is a young lass, but one who can kick some ass with style. You already know it's Zoe Scaefer. She came up short last time too, but is still a credible threat. She is girl who can fly high, but also knock you out with one swift kick. She trained in Japan and you know those mother ers are crazy as hell in the ring, so watch out for her.
Mike: Alright. I got it.
{They continue in silence for three minutes until Jette stops}
Mike: I don't know how I'm going to compete with this injury...
Hank: You'll compete damn well, that's how. I'll be there with you. You're going to kick so much ass, and redeem yourself for last week. I don't know why, but I believe in you. Together we're going to overcome this challenge.
Mike: I hope so Hank. It's going to be hard, but I'm going to give it my all. My opponents all need to prove themselves just as much as I do, and with this injury, it's going to be hard. But I've went through worse in the minors. Hell, I've won a match with a screwdriver in my calf. I will push through, and I will win. Put my injury, my last match, and my opponents aside, and my pure motivation and drive will provide me with enough of a high to overcome the odds. Frankly, it has to.
{The two go back to training.}
I worked hard on this one. C'mon @doobie2650. Let it count mate.
Doc: Mike, I don't know how you think you're going to be able to fight at Dark Matter...
Mike: Look doc, I went in to Nowhere to Run with everything on the line and it all fell apart. I had to prove everything and proved nothing. Seiryu Shumizu was one hell of an athlete and that match has made me respect him a great deal. But now I have to refocus on my future. I must redeem myself. I have no choice.
[Jette winces}
Mike: Any tighter and I'm gonna be in two pieces...
Doc: Mike you have two broken ribs. This is pretty serious. I don't know why you think I'm gonna clear you to wrestle.
Mike: Well for one you can't have a fatal 4-way with only three people, now can you?
Doc: Your ty jokes aren't gonna help here. Anyway we're all done here. You're all taped up. We'll talk in a few days to see if-
{There's a knock on the door. All of a sudden a nurse enters the room. She looks at Jette and smiles.}
Nurse: Mr. Jette, we have a visitor here for you.
Mike: Oh God, no....
"Well well well, look what we have here"
Mike: Get out. Not interested.
Hank: Nice to see you too Mike. Doc what's the damage?
Doc: Mr. Hansen, you know I can't disclose-
Hank: Cut the sh*t. I'm his manager. What did this idiot do to himself?
Doc: He had two ribs broken. There was also a small amount of internal bleeding.
Hank: Oh so no real damage?
Doc: Sir, I assure you this is nothing to take lightly. I may have to sideline Jette for Dark Matter.
{simultaneously} Hank and Mike: Bullsh*t!
Mike: Doc, I have to prove myself at that show, what can I do to be cleared?
Doc: Well not be bleeding on the inside would help. But in all seriousness, I'd say at the least you'd need to keep your ribs taped for the match.
Mike: Done! I'll tape every inch of my damn body for this! I'm going to get out of here, I have to start training right away.
Doc: Not so fast, there's one more thing. I want Hansen out there with you. It'll make me more confident that you'll be okay if you have a friendly out there in case anything goes wrong.
Mike: {Muttering} "Friendly" isn't the term I'd use... {Back to normal} Okay Doc. If that's what it takes. Just clear me.
{Mike to himself} "Oh god what have I gotten myself into now..."
(THREE HOURS LATER)
Hank: Let's start. I'm going to put up this bag and you visualize what I say. Got it?
Mike: Okay. Let me just get ready. {Puts on MMA gloves and a blindfold) Let's do this.
{Jette starts beating the crap out of the bag. Jette starts showing looks of pain on his face}
Hank: Don't be a wimp. Fight through the pain, and I'm not giving you a choice. We're gonna start now so focus up. Start thinking of a farm. Now think of the biggest farmer there. Big guy, woodsman type.
Mike: Wilbur Richardson, right?
Hank: You got it. He's a new guy, but that doesn't mean you don't treat him as a threat. He's a real mans man. I'd imagine fighting him will be like being in a bar fight. You don't know what he's going to bring to the table. Be ready for anything.
Mike: I'll just have to change up my style. Quick kicks and a higher flying style.
Hank: Good. Next up, we have a small pharmacy, and in the medicine isle, there's a guy in a white lab coat.
Mike: Dr. Mantis Tobaggan.
Hank: Nope. Look past that man into the rack of $3 costumes, and you'll find him buying a doctors outfit. This guy is basically a walking LSD trip, but nothing to take lightly. He was a billionaire until he gave it all up for whatever reason. He claims he transforms into a trash man and throws trashcans at people. He's also gross, trying to sneeze on you and put condoms down your throat, effectively choking you. So try to stay away from him as long as possible.
JMike: Yeah. Better take some Nyquil cold and flu before this match.
Hank: Last up is a young lass, but one who can kick some ass with style. You already know it's Zoe Scaefer. She came up short last time too, but is still a credible threat. She is girl who can fly high, but also knock you out with one swift kick. She trained in Japan and you know those mother ers are crazy as hell in the ring, so watch out for her.
Mike: Alright. I got it.
{They continue in silence for three minutes until Jette stops}
Mike: I don't know how I'm going to compete with this injury...
Hank: You'll compete damn well, that's how. I'll be there with you. You're going to kick so much ass, and redeem yourself for last week. I don't know why, but I believe in you. Together we're going to overcome this challenge.
Mike: I hope so Hank. It's going to be hard, but I'm going to give it my all. My opponents all need to prove themselves just as much as I do, and with this injury, it's going to be hard. But I've went through worse in the minors. Hell, I've won a match with a screwdriver in my calf. I will push through, and I will win. Put my injury, my last match, and my opponents aside, and my pure motivation and drive will provide me with enough of a high to overcome the odds. Frankly, it has to.
{The two go back to training.}
I worked hard on this one. C'mon @doobie2650. Let it count mate.