| Welcome to RCWF Official Forums. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Concussions and Turtles; Post-Demo, Pre-PPV | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 14 2011, 12:57 PM (47 Views) | |
| Eddie Cool | Jan 14 2011, 12:57 PM Post #1 |
|
What's up bitches?
|
We're backstage in the shoddy room used by the RCWF medical doctor ... no, not Dr. Pain. That would be terrifying. Laying on a cot off to the side of the room was Eddie Cool, who was banged up after having been thrown off the stage by Kid Murda and then subsequently swanton bombed. With him in the room was the no name doctor and Angel Love, who was sitting by his side with his head in her lap. She was trying not to look worried, but she could tell that something was wrong with Eddie. "So Doc, what's the damage?" The doctor adjusts his glasses and then grabs Eddie's medical chart from the desk, sighing heavily. "Well, Mr. Cool, it's not looking too great for you. You have a three bruised ribs, three cracked ribs, a possible fracture in your hip, a dislocated finger, and a possible concussion. Some of these injuries don't appear to be from tonight ... I thought I told you you couldn't compete like this?" Eddie slowly starts to sit up, wincing the entire time. "Yeah yeah ... listen baby. Ain't no mountain high, ain't no valley low. Ain't no river wide enough ba..." The doctor scowls and forces Eddie to lie back down, threatening to hit him over the head with a wooden hammer he had lying next to his other medical supplies. "Make that a definite concussion. Now look, Mr. Cool, no. Eddie. You can't compete at the PPV like this, there's no way you're going to be even eighty percent come Friday. I'm worried about your own personal safety, this has nothing to do with your title reign. I'll just write you a note to give to Thaddius and everything will be taken care of ..." Angel Love looked at the doctor in disbelief, her jaw almost dropping. She thought "Did I hit my head too? Are we back in grade school?" She stood up from the cot and stood face to face with the doctor, a little Indian man whose name was pretty much unpronounceable to the Western tongue. Just as she was about to go off on him and explain that Eddie had to defend his title on Friday ... TAKE ME DOWN TO PARADISE CITY WHERE THE GRASS IS GREEN AND THE GIRLS ARE PRETTY Eddie's cellphone abruptly started ringing from his jacket pocket, his obnoxious but awesome ringtone filling the tiny room with thumping bass and riffing guitars. Both Angel and the doctor waited to see if he would answer the phone, but Eddie instead stared up at the ceiling and was babbling about how the different water marks looked like some of the people he knew. Angel had a short fuse when it came to Eddie's ringtone because she had heard it probably over a thousand times, so she snatched it out of his pocket and flipped it open. "Doc, help!! Rape!! Rape!!" Angel smashed her elbow into one of Eddie's already cracked ribs to shut him up, curious as to who was calling Eddie from an unknown number. It was probably just a telemarketer or something. There was heavy breathing coming from the other side of the line. "Erm, hello? Who is this?" There was silence for a few moments, but then a deep, gruff voice started to speak. It sounded like one of those fake voices you'd get from a voice changer. "Not important. Let me speak to the doctor." "Uhm, excuse me? Who is this?? How do you know we're at the doctor's office right now?" "LISTEN BITCH. GIVE THE PHONE TO THE DOCTOR OR THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES FOR YOU AND YOUR BOYFRIEND." Angel was usually strong willed about these kinds of things, but for some reason whoever was yelling at her almost put her on the verge of tears. She couldn't figure out why. She handed the phone to the doctor and after a few moments he walked out of the room with a puzzled look on his face. Angel sat and stroked her fingers through Eddie's hair, wanting to ask him who had called him but knowing that he was in no condition to answer her questions. A few minutes later the doctor came back into the room, this time a pale look on his face. He handed the cell phone back to Angel, closed, and then walked over to Eddie's medical charts and started ripping them up, tossing them into the garbage when he was done. "He can compete on Friday. I don't see anything wrong with him." Angel tilted her head to the side. "But you just said that there was no way he was ..." The doctor grabbed her by the arm and held a little too tightly, trying to show who was in control. "I don't know what you're talking about. Isn't this what you wanted? Now get out of my office, I said he's fine to compete on Friday. Also, don't come back. Find a new doctor. Get him out of here." Angel, confused and hurt by the doctor's words, helped Eddie up to his feet and slowly walked with him out of the office. What the hell was going on? "Holy shit, look at all the turtles on the ceiling! I'll catch one and he will be my son, my best son. Eddie Jr." Eddie was not okay. |
![]()
| |
![]() |
|
| « Previous Topic · The Promo Section · Next Topic » |









1:21 PM Jul 11