Post by ~*The Pride of Ireland*~ on May 9, 2007 10:55:17 GMT -5
“You are only supposed to get so many chances…But I’ve had too many….”
The room is brightly lit, almost too bright. There is a sink with various medical utensils, and a hard, narrow bed, in which we see Corporal Ignacious Punishment draped over. He has various wirings and tubing protruding from his arms and nostrils. A doctor and a nurse are standing by him, taking vigorous notes. Corporal Punishment, by request, has his head facing the window, in which it has a beautiful view of a shimmering lake. Corporal Punishment is not used to this kind of treatment or beauty. He had lived his life cutting bullets out of his heart, crazy gluing wounds shut, pouring salt and vinegar on his scratches to make him intolerant to such pains. But at the Aftermath, he experienced something he will never forget.
Two whips, one is on fire. He is being whipped mercilessly across his face and chest, searing flesh and unbearable pain that no man should ever go through, and who was it who was causing him such pain? The Xtreme Champion….Rachel. He could not, or would not believe that such a small woman could cause so much damage to a military officer of 18 years. But he had to face facts, not only did he lose, but 4 other men lost. And to who? A woman? No. A monster? Absolutely.
Doctor:
Now Mr. Punishment, we did not medically clear you for your last performance. And look at what has happened to you now. You’re a wreck sir. Your never going to end up wrestling again if you keep this up and don’t stop letting yourself become booked in matches.
Nurse:
The Doctor is right sir. You simply must not compete next week. If you strain yourself any further your going to go overboard and we will not be able to help you.
Doctor:
It’s getting to the point that your body is not healing properly. Your too old to be performing in such rigorous conditions, I must insist that you cancel this next match.
The thoughts were swirling in Corporal Punishments head like nothing he had ever been through in his life. Worse than flashbacks, worse than your entire life flashing you by, simply words. Degrading, disintegrating words. You are not medically cleared. You’re a wreck. You will never wrestle again. We will not be able to help you. Your body is not healing properly. Cancel your next match. Corporal Punishment screamed inside, a blood curdling, almost inhuman scream, it wasn’t until he looked over at a frightened Doctor and Nurse that he realized he was actually screaming out loud. He bolted up right from his bed, and simultaneously pulled out his cords, one by one, fighting through extreme pain and leaking fluids. He yelled out in agony.
Corporal Punishment:
No!!! I will not lay down and allow myself to be treated like a common human being! I am not a common human being! I am Corporal Punishment!!! No man, no woman, no monster, no doctors, nurses, mothers, fathers, brothers, reverends, wrestlers, bookers, management, referees, employees, strippers, lovers, liars, cheaters, lawyers, animals are going to tell me that I am washed up!!! I am going to the next Side Effect, I will step into the ring with the Queen of Confrontation once more and this time, this time it will be her that gets burned! It will be her that feels the Wrath of Punishment!!!
Corporal Punishment then attempts to jump out of his bed in order to escape from his confines, but finally the pain is too much and he passes out face first to the floor, dragged medical equipment down with him. As more medical staff flood the room to try to restrain an already restrained man.
End Segment
The room is brightly lit, almost too bright. There is a sink with various medical utensils, and a hard, narrow bed, in which we see Corporal Ignacious Punishment draped over. He has various wirings and tubing protruding from his arms and nostrils. A doctor and a nurse are standing by him, taking vigorous notes. Corporal Punishment, by request, has his head facing the window, in which it has a beautiful view of a shimmering lake. Corporal Punishment is not used to this kind of treatment or beauty. He had lived his life cutting bullets out of his heart, crazy gluing wounds shut, pouring salt and vinegar on his scratches to make him intolerant to such pains. But at the Aftermath, he experienced something he will never forget.
Two whips, one is on fire. He is being whipped mercilessly across his face and chest, searing flesh and unbearable pain that no man should ever go through, and who was it who was causing him such pain? The Xtreme Champion….Rachel. He could not, or would not believe that such a small woman could cause so much damage to a military officer of 18 years. But he had to face facts, not only did he lose, but 4 other men lost. And to who? A woman? No. A monster? Absolutely.
Doctor:
Now Mr. Punishment, we did not medically clear you for your last performance. And look at what has happened to you now. You’re a wreck sir. Your never going to end up wrestling again if you keep this up and don’t stop letting yourself become booked in matches.
Nurse:
The Doctor is right sir. You simply must not compete next week. If you strain yourself any further your going to go overboard and we will not be able to help you.
Doctor:
It’s getting to the point that your body is not healing properly. Your too old to be performing in such rigorous conditions, I must insist that you cancel this next match.
The thoughts were swirling in Corporal Punishments head like nothing he had ever been through in his life. Worse than flashbacks, worse than your entire life flashing you by, simply words. Degrading, disintegrating words. You are not medically cleared. You’re a wreck. You will never wrestle again. We will not be able to help you. Your body is not healing properly. Cancel your next match. Corporal Punishment screamed inside, a blood curdling, almost inhuman scream, it wasn’t until he looked over at a frightened Doctor and Nurse that he realized he was actually screaming out loud. He bolted up right from his bed, and simultaneously pulled out his cords, one by one, fighting through extreme pain and leaking fluids. He yelled out in agony.
Corporal Punishment:
No!!! I will not lay down and allow myself to be treated like a common human being! I am not a common human being! I am Corporal Punishment!!! No man, no woman, no monster, no doctors, nurses, mothers, fathers, brothers, reverends, wrestlers, bookers, management, referees, employees, strippers, lovers, liars, cheaters, lawyers, animals are going to tell me that I am washed up!!! I am going to the next Side Effect, I will step into the ring with the Queen of Confrontation once more and this time, this time it will be her that gets burned! It will be her that feels the Wrath of Punishment!!!
Corporal Punishment then attempts to jump out of his bed in order to escape from his confines, but finally the pain is too much and he passes out face first to the floor, dragged medical equipment down with him. As more medical staff flood the room to try to restrain an already restrained man.
End Segment
