Post by Dr Jonas Potter on May 31, 2011 9:50:36 GMT -6
..::Prologue::..
Upon first glance I would appear as merely an educated man. Not of a typical stature for a professional wrestler, but willing to put in the hard work. Exceptionally bright, however, lacking in the area of attention span. Things come and go so quickly that I pay attention to them all. Picking out the simplest details to form an opinion based solely on what I have observed as opposed to the situation I am in. This helps me to make rational decisions in irrational times. I play the part ever so easily, and you have accepted me as your own. But it is my cleverness that will be your undoing. My ability to make your eyes see things that aren't there. My ability to make your ears hear something that's not there to be heard. I am a master of deception, and it is by these means that I will dominate your ranks. It is by these means, that I will succeed.
..::Setting::..
The scene is in a turn of the century Brownstone in Manhattan. A pricey address to be sure, but with the money he has made as a Doctor as well as a professional wrestler, he can easily afford this building. It's dark and gloomy, just the way the good Doctor likes it. The thick, heavy curtains drawn shut, blocking out the sunlight. Sunglasses adorn his eyes to block out the remaining light. He stands there blindly in his office. Two stories tall, the walls adorned with books. The books are a smorgasbord of information ranging from medicine and surgical procedures to war and strategy. Suddenly, the flick of an old fashioned wooden match briefly lights up the face of our protagonist as he lights his trusty pipe. The red-orange glow of the burning tobacco casts a dim light on his face. Another match is struck, and an oil lamp begins to glow on the far side of the room. With a bit more light, you can barely make out the Doctor now sitting in a large chair. The camera slowly creeps towards him, struggling to get a complete shot of his face.
..::Dr Jonas Potter::..
That's more than far enough, thank you. I suppose you want me to let you all in on exactly who I am and what not. Well, it's to be expected the moment you sign a legally binding contract to compete in one of the worlds many professional wrestling organizations. It's all a bit bothersome really. I do suppose an introduction is in order, however.
I am Jonas Potter. Doctor Jonas Potter to be exact. I was born in London, England where I attended grade school. After finishing secondary school, I was offered the opportunity to come to the states and study medicine at Harvard. Medicine had always been a passion of mine, and a scholarship to such a prestigious school was something I couldn't pass up. On my journey to the United States I came across several seedy individuals who were infatuated with the sport of professional wrestling. I turned my nose at them as I had always found it a sport for the manner less peasants who hadn't had a proper upbringing.
I graduated at the top of my class and alas, I became a Doctor. I was immediately offered a position at Mount Sinai Medical Center. As this is one of the top hospitals in the world, I felt my talents would be useful here. For the most part, they were. I cared for many people and helped save many more working as the attending physician in the emergency room. Medicine was my passion and I was enjoying every moment I was in that hospital. Until....
..::Setting::..
The Doctor pauses for a moment. His eyes shuttering away from the camera as the visions and images of that horrific day fill his mind and cloud his vision. A look of pain and anguish is visible through his eyes and facial expressions. He sits there silently, tears beginning to stream down his face. He shakes his head as the rage, confusion and terror he felt that day consume him.
..::Dr Jonas Potter::..
That day. The day the world stopped turning, if only for a brief second. Me and women dying in the streets. Children buried under all the rubble. People leaping from eighty stories in the sky because the alternative was more than they could bear. The screaming was unbearable, yet I bared it. Things moved faster in front of me than I could have ever imagined. For what seemed an eternity, I sat there in stunned silence watching everything unfold in front of me. This piercing screaming was hurting my ears and as I looked around I realized that it was me. I was the one screaming. My hands trembled and my heart was beating a million miles a minute. I looked over and saw my bag sitting there so I grabbed it and jumped out of my car. I hurried towards the screaming masses and started to look for survivors and people who needed medical attention. As I tended to a woman who had nearly been trampled to death trying to escape from the World Trade Center, I felt the ground rumble. I felt it shake beneath me and I looked towards the sky. The building was swaying and I heard someone scream out that the building was collapsing. (Voice getting louder) I couldn't leave my patient, yet my self preservation instinct kicked in and I picked this woman from the ground and I walked as fast as I could carrying her. As I reached the other side of the street, the building came crashing down and dust and debris was strewn across several city blocks. That's when I heard the explosion.
..::Setting::..
The Doctor's head begins to shake side to side as he remembers the events of that day so vividly. He begins to shake and tremble as he can almost see it happening in front of him.
..::Dr Jonas Potter::..
The collapse of the building caused a gas line to break. The sonic boom of the explosion blew me back against a wall. I tried to gain my bearings, but nothing seemed to be happening. I heard screams and crying in the distance and everything slowed down. The events went slower and slower as my heart was beating faster and faster. I looked down at my hand, covered in blood. I then looked at my clothes, blood, sweat and debris covered them. I felt another rumble and the ground started shaking. It felt like a freight train was coming right towards me. I looked up and watched in horror as the second tower fell. Eight city blocks were blanketed in dust. I remember that I couldn't breathe. I choked on the dust and I tried to stand. As the white dust was stained with blood I got dizzy and out of sorts. That was the moment they say my mind and body separated. That was the moment, the lights went out.
..::Setting::..
The Doctor douses the light with his hand and we are plunged back into the darkness once again. Nothing is heard for a few moments. Not one sound. Until finally...
..::Dr Jonas Potter::..
So for those of you out there who think that my size and my profession will hinder my progress in this company, you are sadly mistaken. You see, nothing you can say or do can ever be as horrific as the events of that day. Nothing can even come close. I will outsmart you with my superior wit, and I will out strategize you with my superior intellect. Make no mistake about it, boys, I am better than you. All of you. I have seen things that will make you vomit and cry like babies. Oh, but don't worry, boys. You won't have to worry about taking it easy on me as I can take as good as I can give. I will not go quietly into the night, ole chaps. But once you have tussled with me, you will feel the effects for days if not weeks, and the next time you see your name opposite mine, you just might think about leaving the arena for the night to save yourself the pain and anguish of the night.
..::Setting::..
Suddenly, right in front of the camera, the wooden match strikes up again and lights the Doctor's pipe. As the red-orange glow illuminates his face he takes a puff and then smiles into the camera.
..::Dr Jonas Potter::..
Trust me, I'm a Doctor
..::Setting::..
The scene fades to black as the Doctor laughs hysterically and the glow of his pipe fades away.
Upon first glance I would appear as merely an educated man. Not of a typical stature for a professional wrestler, but willing to put in the hard work. Exceptionally bright, however, lacking in the area of attention span. Things come and go so quickly that I pay attention to them all. Picking out the simplest details to form an opinion based solely on what I have observed as opposed to the situation I am in. This helps me to make rational decisions in irrational times. I play the part ever so easily, and you have accepted me as your own. But it is my cleverness that will be your undoing. My ability to make your eyes see things that aren't there. My ability to make your ears hear something that's not there to be heard. I am a master of deception, and it is by these means that I will dominate your ranks. It is by these means, that I will succeed.
..::Setting::..
The scene is in a turn of the century Brownstone in Manhattan. A pricey address to be sure, but with the money he has made as a Doctor as well as a professional wrestler, he can easily afford this building. It's dark and gloomy, just the way the good Doctor likes it. The thick, heavy curtains drawn shut, blocking out the sunlight. Sunglasses adorn his eyes to block out the remaining light. He stands there blindly in his office. Two stories tall, the walls adorned with books. The books are a smorgasbord of information ranging from medicine and surgical procedures to war and strategy. Suddenly, the flick of an old fashioned wooden match briefly lights up the face of our protagonist as he lights his trusty pipe. The red-orange glow of the burning tobacco casts a dim light on his face. Another match is struck, and an oil lamp begins to glow on the far side of the room. With a bit more light, you can barely make out the Doctor now sitting in a large chair. The camera slowly creeps towards him, struggling to get a complete shot of his face.
..::Dr Jonas Potter::..
That's more than far enough, thank you. I suppose you want me to let you all in on exactly who I am and what not. Well, it's to be expected the moment you sign a legally binding contract to compete in one of the worlds many professional wrestling organizations. It's all a bit bothersome really. I do suppose an introduction is in order, however.
I am Jonas Potter. Doctor Jonas Potter to be exact. I was born in London, England where I attended grade school. After finishing secondary school, I was offered the opportunity to come to the states and study medicine at Harvard. Medicine had always been a passion of mine, and a scholarship to such a prestigious school was something I couldn't pass up. On my journey to the United States I came across several seedy individuals who were infatuated with the sport of professional wrestling. I turned my nose at them as I had always found it a sport for the manner less peasants who hadn't had a proper upbringing.
I graduated at the top of my class and alas, I became a Doctor. I was immediately offered a position at Mount Sinai Medical Center. As this is one of the top hospitals in the world, I felt my talents would be useful here. For the most part, they were. I cared for many people and helped save many more working as the attending physician in the emergency room. Medicine was my passion and I was enjoying every moment I was in that hospital. Until....
..::Setting::..
The Doctor pauses for a moment. His eyes shuttering away from the camera as the visions and images of that horrific day fill his mind and cloud his vision. A look of pain and anguish is visible through his eyes and facial expressions. He sits there silently, tears beginning to stream down his face. He shakes his head as the rage, confusion and terror he felt that day consume him.
..::Dr Jonas Potter::..
That day. The day the world stopped turning, if only for a brief second. Me and women dying in the streets. Children buried under all the rubble. People leaping from eighty stories in the sky because the alternative was more than they could bear. The screaming was unbearable, yet I bared it. Things moved faster in front of me than I could have ever imagined. For what seemed an eternity, I sat there in stunned silence watching everything unfold in front of me. This piercing screaming was hurting my ears and as I looked around I realized that it was me. I was the one screaming. My hands trembled and my heart was beating a million miles a minute. I looked over and saw my bag sitting there so I grabbed it and jumped out of my car. I hurried towards the screaming masses and started to look for survivors and people who needed medical attention. As I tended to a woman who had nearly been trampled to death trying to escape from the World Trade Center, I felt the ground rumble. I felt it shake beneath me and I looked towards the sky. The building was swaying and I heard someone scream out that the building was collapsing. (Voice getting louder) I couldn't leave my patient, yet my self preservation instinct kicked in and I picked this woman from the ground and I walked as fast as I could carrying her. As I reached the other side of the street, the building came crashing down and dust and debris was strewn across several city blocks. That's when I heard the explosion.
..::Setting::..
The Doctor's head begins to shake side to side as he remembers the events of that day so vividly. He begins to shake and tremble as he can almost see it happening in front of him.
..::Dr Jonas Potter::..
The collapse of the building caused a gas line to break. The sonic boom of the explosion blew me back against a wall. I tried to gain my bearings, but nothing seemed to be happening. I heard screams and crying in the distance and everything slowed down. The events went slower and slower as my heart was beating faster and faster. I looked down at my hand, covered in blood. I then looked at my clothes, blood, sweat and debris covered them. I felt another rumble and the ground started shaking. It felt like a freight train was coming right towards me. I looked up and watched in horror as the second tower fell. Eight city blocks were blanketed in dust. I remember that I couldn't breathe. I choked on the dust and I tried to stand. As the white dust was stained with blood I got dizzy and out of sorts. That was the moment they say my mind and body separated. That was the moment, the lights went out.
..::Setting::..
The Doctor douses the light with his hand and we are plunged back into the darkness once again. Nothing is heard for a few moments. Not one sound. Until finally...
..::Dr Jonas Potter::..
So for those of you out there who think that my size and my profession will hinder my progress in this company, you are sadly mistaken. You see, nothing you can say or do can ever be as horrific as the events of that day. Nothing can even come close. I will outsmart you with my superior wit, and I will out strategize you with my superior intellect. Make no mistake about it, boys, I am better than you. All of you. I have seen things that will make you vomit and cry like babies. Oh, but don't worry, boys. You won't have to worry about taking it easy on me as I can take as good as I can give. I will not go quietly into the night, ole chaps. But once you have tussled with me, you will feel the effects for days if not weeks, and the next time you see your name opposite mine, you just might think about leaving the arena for the night to save yourself the pain and anguish of the night.
..::Setting::..
Suddenly, right in front of the camera, the wooden match strikes up again and lights the Doctor's pipe. As the red-orange glow illuminates his face he takes a puff and then smiles into the camera.
..::Dr Jonas Potter::..
Trust me, I'm a Doctor
..::Setting::..
The scene fades to black as the Doctor laughs hysterically and the glow of his pipe fades away.