PROMO - The Man With The Numb-Ed Arms (Part 1)

[Guest Freakish_Twist_Of_Fate]

Prepare yourselves... This could be the turning point. The second part will be up when I have a computer free again...

 

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"SON OF A BITCH!!!!!"

 

"Easy does it there, big man... You're in the presence of a woman. There's no call for that kind of talk."

 

All I can see right now is white... A pure white wall of pain. The med tech, albeit a pretty young thing, is being way too... Probing. Now before there's any sick ideas, she's checking on my shoulders... So remove those thoughts from your heads. She keeps digging her fingers into the muscles and tendons in my shoulders, which I've been told are "mangled messes of biomass". Just what a pro athlete as myself needs to hear. So I came to the arena for a second opinion...

 

"Damn!!!" I growl to the woman as she finds yet another sore spot. "If you're gonna be like that, I'm going somewhere else!" Before I can move to get up, she grips my right shoulder hard, fingers seemingly placed deliberately. My legs go out from under me and I sink back into the chair as a wave of sheer hurt floods my brain. She looks at me with a mix of disdain and pity.

 

"If your eyes rolled back any further," she mutters, "You'd be looking at that pile of mush you call a brain." She sighs, easing her grip enough that I can actually pay attention to her. "You've got deep muscle bruises in both of your shoulders, maybe some slight tendon damage. Plus this right shoulders has bone bruises... I'm surprised there's no spurs or cracks." She runs a hand through her slightly-silvered blonde hair. "I know you gung-ho, macho types hate to miss a show unless a limb's falling off. Hell, you're the type that you'd probably rip it off the rest of the way, and use it as a weapon... Wouldn't you?" A grumble is the only reply that crosses my lips, but she must've gotten what she was looking for. "I thought so. You guys are all the same..."

 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I breath out, the stars finally leaving my vision. "We're all a bunch of masocistic bastards, Hell-bent on screwing up our bodies for life..." I look at her, my patience at an end. "Look, I'm ready to go back out there tomorrow night and proudly break my body into pieces for the world whether you can help me or not..."

 

"Just hold on a second," she says, apparently deciding that arguing with a man that has a permanent mix of testosterone and anit-freeze in his blood is futile. "I'm working on something that will help." I turn, and see her prepping a hypodermic needle. Now, as big of a man as I am... As big of a bad-ass I portray myself to be... There are three things that make me cringe: Death, taxes... And needles. She turns and sees my reaction to the needle. Thankfuly she spares me from really letting me know she saw, but I can see the smile in her eyes. Don't worry, I've been doing this for years." She checks the dosage, and swabs my shoulder with some rubbing alcohol. "This is a pretty powerful anesthetic. Now, you're not going to be able to do much with your arms... But that's the idea... To let you heal. It'll wear off enough by tomorrow night that you'll be able to wrestle, but it'll still be there so you won't feel it as much as you probably have been recently." She pauses, making sure this is what I want to do.

 

"Alright, go ahead." She takes my shoulder, trying to be more careful this time. I wince, but she holds fast, and before long...

 

"Done with that one. How does it feel?" How does what feel? I can't feel anything... Oh...

 

"It's working alright so far," I say with a little relief in my voice. She smiles a little bit.

 

"Good, I'm glad..." She stops as we hear voices...

 

"I think he's in here, Ben..."

 

"Alright... Get the cameras ready." I stiffen up slightly, and she sighs.

 

"Always an interruption," she mumbles.

 

"I'm hoping you have more of that stuff," I say to her as I see the outlines of cameras in the hall. "I may need a full-body numbing after this..."

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

Good. Now write a match.

[Guest Freakish_Twist_Of_Fate]

Good. Now write a match.

(Double Stunners TNT through a flaming barbed wire laced table with thumbtacks and broken lightbulbs underneath)

 

Good. Now sell that, bitch cakes.

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[Guest Freakish_Twist_Of_Fate]

The return to First person begins! (Y)!

Oh yes... It's on now. (Y)