Post by twitch on Jul 26, 2009 10:26:32 GMT -5
Pain...
Hurt...
A body of numbness...
Twitch recognises the aches in his every bone as he regains consciousness and battles to open his eyes. Laying in a hospital bed, he remains connected to a heart rate monitor. Tubes seemingly passing through every possible orifice. A glimmer of morning sunshine blinds the fallen troubled soul as he finally wins what seemed like a never ending war to fully open his eyes. He raises his hands to shy away from the light and takes note of that around him.
The calm of his room, minimalistic, overly clean, the disturbing and somewhat ironic combination of bleach and dying people creates a stench in the air that is hard to ignore. Coupled with the haste-filled doctors, nurses, and surgeons as they quickly dash from one room to another. Passing on information, always alert, often on edge. Split second decisions that breed life or death.
He reflects on the little memory that wasn't battered from his brain in a vicious and unrelenting attack from no other than Aaron Holiday, the young upstart. And K.C. James, the man that Twitch paid his hard earned Euros to see. It's not often that Germany has the opportunity of hosting such an event. Twitch wonders if his actions would have an affect on REW's decision to go abroad.
Would this be considered next time?
Did he ruin the experience for the thousands of fans?
Is he going to be fined? Imprisoned? Or worse?
Twitch's brain does not want to respond. It's lucky to be alive. Yet he has only been awake for thirty seconds and all of this is occurring to him now. Running through his mind at 100 miles an hour.
He turns from watching the hustle of the hospital corridors and looks out the window in an attempt to relax. His eyes now more adjusted to the brightness he notices there is not a cloud in sight. A beautiful day. He takes in the picturesque scenery before exhaling long and hard. A sharp pain in his side stops him from breathing out any further, and shocks him into sitting upright. It is then that the door to his room opens and in walks a doctor followed by no other than Scotty Raven!
Twitch's nerves instantly set butterflies storming around his cramped stomach.
Doctor: He's very badly hurt, as you can see Mr. Raven.
The Doctor hands Scotty the clipboard that had previously hung from the end of Twitch's bed.
Doctor: I would advise...
Scotty flips through the paperwork as if it was unimportant. Paying no attention to detail.
Doctor: No, I beg of you to reconsider what you are about to...
The head honcho of REW thrusts the clipboard back at the doctors chest and looks at Twitch who's heart rate is steadily increasing.
Doctor: You could set off another rage. You could end up killing the man!
The Doctor pleads with Scotty but his words fall on deaf ears. Twitch pushes against the mattress, retreating until his back is pressed to the wall.
Scotty: Don't be afraid. You may have caused a riot here in Germany. But I didn't come here to notify you of a lawsuit. I didn't come here to have you beaten that extra one inch that would surely take your life. No. I came here because I believe you have a certain something. I have no idea what that something is. But I believe in it. And I want to control it, manipulate it, package it, and release it on audiences across the world.
Twitch looks confused by all of this.
Twitch: Am... Am... Am I ... dreaming? This isn't real.
Scotty: Oh, it's real. You better believe it is real. In fact, this is how real it is!
Scotty pulls a piece of paper from his inside jacket pocket and a pen. He carries on his rant as he approaches Twitch.
Scotty: Against everything my commissioners have told me. Against all of the feedback from my wrestlers. Despite the massive and unified outcry from everyone involved in last nights shenanigans. I am presenting you with an opportunity of a lifetime. Sign this contract and become a full time professional wrestler with the REW.
Doctor: You simply can't...
Scotty: SHUT UP! Twitch! Sign this contract and start earning me money. I have gone against the advice of all those that are close to me. SIGN IT.
Twitch looks surprised and apprehensive but still pens his name at the bottom of the paper. Anything to avoid a confrontation.
Scotty Raven lets out a smile and turns to leave...
Scotty: Good. Now come on "Twitch". The show must go on. We have a tour to continue and you have a plane to catch. Not the expensive private jet that I shall be using, but your plane will get you where you need to go.
Hurt...
A body of numbness...
Twitch recognises the aches in his every bone as he regains consciousness and battles to open his eyes. Laying in a hospital bed, he remains connected to a heart rate monitor. Tubes seemingly passing through every possible orifice. A glimmer of morning sunshine blinds the fallen troubled soul as he finally wins what seemed like a never ending war to fully open his eyes. He raises his hands to shy away from the light and takes note of that around him.
The calm of his room, minimalistic, overly clean, the disturbing and somewhat ironic combination of bleach and dying people creates a stench in the air that is hard to ignore. Coupled with the haste-filled doctors, nurses, and surgeons as they quickly dash from one room to another. Passing on information, always alert, often on edge. Split second decisions that breed life or death.
He reflects on the little memory that wasn't battered from his brain in a vicious and unrelenting attack from no other than Aaron Holiday, the young upstart. And K.C. James, the man that Twitch paid his hard earned Euros to see. It's not often that Germany has the opportunity of hosting such an event. Twitch wonders if his actions would have an affect on REW's decision to go abroad.
Would this be considered next time?
Did he ruin the experience for the thousands of fans?
Is he going to be fined? Imprisoned? Or worse?
Twitch's brain does not want to respond. It's lucky to be alive. Yet he has only been awake for thirty seconds and all of this is occurring to him now. Running through his mind at 100 miles an hour.
He turns from watching the hustle of the hospital corridors and looks out the window in an attempt to relax. His eyes now more adjusted to the brightness he notices there is not a cloud in sight. A beautiful day. He takes in the picturesque scenery before exhaling long and hard. A sharp pain in his side stops him from breathing out any further, and shocks him into sitting upright. It is then that the door to his room opens and in walks a doctor followed by no other than Scotty Raven!
Twitch's nerves instantly set butterflies storming around his cramped stomach.
Doctor: He's very badly hurt, as you can see Mr. Raven.
The Doctor hands Scotty the clipboard that had previously hung from the end of Twitch's bed.
Doctor: I would advise...
Scotty flips through the paperwork as if it was unimportant. Paying no attention to detail.
Doctor: No, I beg of you to reconsider what you are about to...
The head honcho of REW thrusts the clipboard back at the doctors chest and looks at Twitch who's heart rate is steadily increasing.
Doctor: You could set off another rage. You could end up killing the man!
The Doctor pleads with Scotty but his words fall on deaf ears. Twitch pushes against the mattress, retreating until his back is pressed to the wall.
Scotty: Don't be afraid. You may have caused a riot here in Germany. But I didn't come here to notify you of a lawsuit. I didn't come here to have you beaten that extra one inch that would surely take your life. No. I came here because I believe you have a certain something. I have no idea what that something is. But I believe in it. And I want to control it, manipulate it, package it, and release it on audiences across the world.
Twitch looks confused by all of this.
Twitch: Am... Am... Am I ... dreaming? This isn't real.
Scotty: Oh, it's real. You better believe it is real. In fact, this is how real it is!
Scotty pulls a piece of paper from his inside jacket pocket and a pen. He carries on his rant as he approaches Twitch.
Scotty: Against everything my commissioners have told me. Against all of the feedback from my wrestlers. Despite the massive and unified outcry from everyone involved in last nights shenanigans. I am presenting you with an opportunity of a lifetime. Sign this contract and become a full time professional wrestler with the REW.
Doctor: You simply can't...
Scotty: SHUT UP! Twitch! Sign this contract and start earning me money. I have gone against the advice of all those that are close to me. SIGN IT.
Twitch looks surprised and apprehensive but still pens his name at the bottom of the paper. Anything to avoid a confrontation.
Scotty Raven lets out a smile and turns to leave...
Scotty: Good. Now come on "Twitch". The show must go on. We have a tour to continue and you have a plane to catch. Not the expensive private jet that I shall be using, but your plane will get you where you need to go.