Not that long ago.
The scene fades in on a half crowded arena. The area around the ring looks the the New York Stock Exchange, there are many people yelling and exchanging money based on what is happening in the ring. The yelling and screaming of the speck taters was almost as loud as the weapon impacts from the two men in the ring, which is littered with chairs and ladders there is even a destroyed table in one corner of the ring. Both men are covered in blood and as they wobble around the ring tiring to finish the other off the crowd continues to scream and wave cash at the wrestlers as if they waved hard enough they could will him to help win the wager. The move was quick as one brings a chair slamming into ribs of the other and as the blood comes flying from his mouth all other sound is drowned out as the crowd goes absolutely wild and a flurry of cash changes hands almost as fast as the new bets being wagered. With what seems like the last bit of strength the wrestler grabs the chair and sling shots his attacker through the ropes and head first into the barricade five feet from the ring. As his legs collapse he catches himself on the ropes. A man dressed in blue jeans and a white wife beater with the words 'Real Americans' emblazoned across it runs down the ramp and toward the bleeding lump on the ropes.
Manager-"What are you doing?"
Wrestler grunting -"The son of a b###h broke my rib. . . I can't let him get away with that."
Manager-"Hey you said you would play ball. You promised to sell this guy remember!!" He alters his voice sarcastically and makes quotes with his fingers "'I know it's small, but if I push the local they'll put me on their roster and and I'll have a little more experience.' Hell you sounded like an after school special with a side order of public broadcasting."
Wrestler-"Hey!! I need you to focus, I have a broken rib here.." As he coughs and more blood spits up. "I'm in bad shape how is he?"
Manger-"He'll have more then a few cobwebs to shake off, figure we have a minute maybe two he hit that rail pretty hard.So how do you want to play this why not just show him the truth and be done with it?"
Wrestler-"No good I'll probably pass out soon no matter what and I just don't feel like losing tonight. Just too tore up for a set up. . ."
Manger-"Setup what?!? The fact that he messed himself up with the barrier is your setup! Just hit them with that new move and you'll get the three, I guarantee. No buts, or ifs , no arguments what so ever! Just wait for him to come through the ropes and hit him, pin him, and be done with him. Now, act really injured."
Wrestler-"I am Really injured!!
Manger- "Use it for motivation, its called acting. Here he comes."
The noise of the crowd was rising again as the betting picked up in anticipation the match resuming. Slowly the man crawled to the ring and pulled himself up to be eye level with the ring apron. He quickly started to scramble into the ring when he spied the bloody coughing mass that was his opponent. But as he climbed through the ropes the bloody mess soon became a bloody arrow streaking across the ring.
Manger-"HEY, WAKE UP!! Come on Man I know you can hear me. WAKE UP!"
Wrestler-"Stop shouting I hurt. . . did I win?!? Don't remember a bloody thing, except blood."
Manger-"O, you won. You hit him with a spear and was out cold on top. . . 1. . . 2. . . 3. Just like I told ya. Remind me to work on your victory exit being carried off on a stretcher is how the loser is suppose to leave, come to think of it that's how both of you left so eh. A win is a win."
Wrestler-"Where am I and why does my entire chest hurt?"
Manager-"You were right your rib was broken and it pierced a lung. We had to call in a specialist so you didn't die!! yes let that sink in its been a month since you last were conscious BUT we will wrestle again. Now any questions?
Wrestler-"Just two." His voice got a bit deeper and the room got a lot colder.
Manger-"Two? Only two?"
Wrestler-"One! Where did we get the money for a specialist. And Two. Why is there a Fool standing behind you?!?"
Manager-"UM-MM about that you see. . ."
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