Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Apr 8, 2011 11:26:28 GMT -6
Hospital Lobby
*The door opens and Curtis Kanyon walks in. He sees Obsidian, who stands to greet him.*
Curtis: Hey man, how's he doing?
Obsidian: Not too great. He got a cracked skull and his brain started to swell so they had to induce a coma on him while they fix him up.
Curtis: That's terrible. What happened?
Obsidian: He and I got attacked from behind. I then got powerbombed on the concrete too, but I'm a former Hardcore Champion, I know how to land on concrete. GQ only had a handful of matches, he didn't.
Curtis: What the hell you getting attacked for? You back in the ring or something?
Obsidian: No, it was retaliation for...this guy we hang around. He's been feuding with this big crazy dude. Although he's crazy himself.
Curtis: Well, sounds like it's more that jerks fault for leaving you guys around. I mean, you can take care of yourself, but GQ? He's a crappy wrestler at best. Some mentor you guys got eh? I should go teach that bastard a thing or two.
Obsidian: ...I don't...think that would work.
Curtis: What? You're saying I'm out of it because I haven't wrestled in a few months? Is that it?
Obsidian: No way dude. You rock.
Curtis: Okay. Well, I'm just here to check on GQ. Do the doctors know what they're doing here?
Obsidian: Yeah, I'll take you to GQ! This is the place they take all the wrestlers when they get injured, so these guys know their stuff.
*Obsidian and Curtis walk down the hall. When they pass by a certain room, Curtis stops and does a double take.*
Curtis: Is that Lance Ryan?
Obsidian: Oh yeah, it is. Guy's been in a coma for months.
Curtis: Damn shame.
*They continue on to GQ's room, where he has a bandage on his head and a tube in his mouth. The heart monitor beats on. Curtis and Obsidian just stare in silence for a few seconds.*
Curtis: It ain't right man...it ain't right.
Obsidian: Yeah.
Curtis: I should do something.
Obsidian: Nah man, take care of your kids, I'm sure our guys will take care of it.
Curtis: I feel powerless sitting in the sidelines. I'm telling you man, I'm almost ready to get back. I think it's affecting me. I've been waking up in random places.
Obsidian: That's...totally weird...You should probably rest, take care of that first, sounds serious.
Curtis: Maybe your right. But damn this sucks.
*Curtis and Obsidian stare at GQ.*
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*The door opens and Curtis Kanyon walks in. He sees Obsidian, who stands to greet him.*
Curtis: Hey man, how's he doing?
Obsidian: Not too great. He got a cracked skull and his brain started to swell so they had to induce a coma on him while they fix him up.
Curtis: That's terrible. What happened?
Obsidian: He and I got attacked from behind. I then got powerbombed on the concrete too, but I'm a former Hardcore Champion, I know how to land on concrete. GQ only had a handful of matches, he didn't.
Curtis: What the hell you getting attacked for? You back in the ring or something?
Obsidian: No, it was retaliation for...this guy we hang around. He's been feuding with this big crazy dude. Although he's crazy himself.
Curtis: Well, sounds like it's more that jerks fault for leaving you guys around. I mean, you can take care of yourself, but GQ? He's a crappy wrestler at best. Some mentor you guys got eh? I should go teach that bastard a thing or two.
Obsidian: ...I don't...think that would work.
Curtis: What? You're saying I'm out of it because I haven't wrestled in a few months? Is that it?
Obsidian: No way dude. You rock.
Curtis: Okay. Well, I'm just here to check on GQ. Do the doctors know what they're doing here?
Obsidian: Yeah, I'll take you to GQ! This is the place they take all the wrestlers when they get injured, so these guys know their stuff.
*Obsidian and Curtis walk down the hall. When they pass by a certain room, Curtis stops and does a double take.*
Curtis: Is that Lance Ryan?
Obsidian: Oh yeah, it is. Guy's been in a coma for months.
Curtis: Damn shame.
*They continue on to GQ's room, where he has a bandage on his head and a tube in his mouth. The heart monitor beats on. Curtis and Obsidian just stare in silence for a few seconds.*
Curtis: It ain't right man...it ain't right.
Obsidian: Yeah.
Curtis: I should do something.
Obsidian: Nah man, take care of your kids, I'm sure our guys will take care of it.
Curtis: I feel powerless sitting in the sidelines. I'm telling you man, I'm almost ready to get back. I think it's affecting me. I've been waking up in random places.
Obsidian: That's...totally weird...You should probably rest, take care of that first, sounds serious.
Curtis: Maybe your right. But damn this sucks.
*Curtis and Obsidian stare at GQ.*
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