Post by cureforthesickness on Sept 5, 2006 16:37:05 GMT -5
Doctor, he’s lost a lot of blood. He seems to be going into shock! We need to up his pain medication!
These words were the first words I heard when I woke up. God, my neck is killing me. What in the world happened? Jesus, my neck is killing me. It feels like someone tries to saw my head off. This is the worst pain I have ever felt.
Nurse, stabilize the patient’s neck. We can’t have him moving around like this while we work on him.
What the hell is he talking about? Why does my neck need stabilized? F*ck, I’ve never felt pain like this. Ah, relief comes slowly. The shooting pain begins to fade slowly, starting with a slight prick in my arm. It feels like someone jabbed me with a thumbtack. My neck no longer hurts. I feel like a superman.
Doctor, what are we going to do about these wounds on his face? His skin isn’t accepting the stitches.
Staple him.
Ironic. Ironic that they use staples to close my wounds when in the coming weeks, I will be using staples to create new wounds.
The scene is in a hospital. The hospital room is rather trashed with various debris everywhere and the lights are very dimmed, almost out. It‘s as if the hospital is currently in quite hours. We see the normally sterile hospital bed with dull white sheets, but the sheets are stained with deep red stains. We look up and see Obo laying on the blood stained bed, his arms in restraints. Thick leather straps attach him to the bed and make sure he cannot get away. It is obvious he has tried to get away, however, because the leather has deep scratches in it for being grinded into the bed side railing that it is attached to. Obo has on a neck brace, but the brace is mainly for decoration because it is no longer attached properly due to Obo’s wild wailing. Obo’s body is still clad in his ring gear from Superbrawl. His shirt has a cut right down the center. The shirt looks to have been cut off by the doctors in order to work on him. The remains of the shirt are soaked in blood. Obo begins to speak with a growl.
Obo: As I sit here in the dark all I can think about is how much of my life has been spent in the dark. For years I've been tormented and yet have also been the tormenter. It would seem as if for every beating I've taken there's also been one given. In my life...All I know about is pain...All I know about is suffering. I guess that’s what brings me here. You can only inflict so much pain and suffering on yourself and on others before you end up reaching a breaking point. I have reached my breaking point. I have reached the point where my body cannot justify what I want it to do. But when my body broke down, it sent me through a revelation. It made me see the light. Why should I put myself through this kind of pain and torture? Why should I bring this kind of agony on myself? Why should I continue to provide the thrill of the night for these uncaring blood marks? Why? Because my life revolves around these blood marks. This is why I walk into these sort of things. This is why just days after one of the most barbaric steel cage matches in professional wrestling history, just days after I landed on my head on solid concrete from the top of a steel cage, I walk into another barbaric match. This time, it’s an unlucky thirteen staple gun match. A match where two men and a staple gun enter the ring and an all out war ensues. My opponent is a certifiable legend in this federation, Master of Destruction. MOD, you made your name years ago and you’re still riding on the coat tails of it. You think because you are a name, you don’t have to worry about me. You think I am a walk in the park. Even with an injured neck, I am your Ultimate. I am the man who will make the child inside you scream in agony. I am the King of Gore. I am the man who bleeds buckets and laughs at it. I am the mother f*cking Anti-Christ. I am the your Anti-Christ. I am Obo. And I am your worst nightmare.
These words were the first words I heard when I woke up. God, my neck is killing me. What in the world happened? Jesus, my neck is killing me. It feels like someone tries to saw my head off. This is the worst pain I have ever felt.
Nurse, stabilize the patient’s neck. We can’t have him moving around like this while we work on him.
What the hell is he talking about? Why does my neck need stabilized? F*ck, I’ve never felt pain like this. Ah, relief comes slowly. The shooting pain begins to fade slowly, starting with a slight prick in my arm. It feels like someone jabbed me with a thumbtack. My neck no longer hurts. I feel like a superman.
Doctor, what are we going to do about these wounds on his face? His skin isn’t accepting the stitches.
Staple him.
Ironic. Ironic that they use staples to close my wounds when in the coming weeks, I will be using staples to create new wounds.
The scene is in a hospital. The hospital room is rather trashed with various debris everywhere and the lights are very dimmed, almost out. It‘s as if the hospital is currently in quite hours. We see the normally sterile hospital bed with dull white sheets, but the sheets are stained with deep red stains. We look up and see Obo laying on the blood stained bed, his arms in restraints. Thick leather straps attach him to the bed and make sure he cannot get away. It is obvious he has tried to get away, however, because the leather has deep scratches in it for being grinded into the bed side railing that it is attached to. Obo has on a neck brace, but the brace is mainly for decoration because it is no longer attached properly due to Obo’s wild wailing. Obo’s body is still clad in his ring gear from Superbrawl. His shirt has a cut right down the center. The shirt looks to have been cut off by the doctors in order to work on him. The remains of the shirt are soaked in blood. Obo begins to speak with a growl.
Obo: As I sit here in the dark all I can think about is how much of my life has been spent in the dark. For years I've been tormented and yet have also been the tormenter. It would seem as if for every beating I've taken there's also been one given. In my life...All I know about is pain...All I know about is suffering. I guess that’s what brings me here. You can only inflict so much pain and suffering on yourself and on others before you end up reaching a breaking point. I have reached my breaking point. I have reached the point where my body cannot justify what I want it to do. But when my body broke down, it sent me through a revelation. It made me see the light. Why should I put myself through this kind of pain and torture? Why should I bring this kind of agony on myself? Why should I continue to provide the thrill of the night for these uncaring blood marks? Why? Because my life revolves around these blood marks. This is why I walk into these sort of things. This is why just days after one of the most barbaric steel cage matches in professional wrestling history, just days after I landed on my head on solid concrete from the top of a steel cage, I walk into another barbaric match. This time, it’s an unlucky thirteen staple gun match. A match where two men and a staple gun enter the ring and an all out war ensues. My opponent is a certifiable legend in this federation, Master of Destruction. MOD, you made your name years ago and you’re still riding on the coat tails of it. You think because you are a name, you don’t have to worry about me. You think I am a walk in the park. Even with an injured neck, I am your Ultimate. I am the man who will make the child inside you scream in agony. I am the King of Gore. I am the man who bleeds buckets and laughs at it. I am the mother f*cking Anti-Christ. I am the your Anti-Christ. I am Obo. And I am your worst nightmare.
