[Nic Totopoulous is seen at the doctor's office. He is sitting on one of those doctor's bed's with the paper on it. He is seemingly somewhat anxious. He is wearing his socks, one of those hospital gowns, and presumably a pair of underwear. He stares at the door as he waits for the doctor to come into the room. He still has a mark on his cheek, the bandage on his forehead, and the bandage on his arm from the attack by Maniac. The bandage on the back of his calf cannot be seen because we can only see his front. He has his hands on his thighs as he clamps down on his thighs with his hands in anticipation. Just then the doorknob turns. The door begins to open quickly. Could this be it? Could this be the doctor to give him his injury update? The door opens all the way and a nurse walks in the door. The look on Totopoulous' face turn from excitement to utter disappointment to see only the nurse. She walks in the room and places a file folder on the table.]
Nurse - The doctor should be with you in a moment.
Totopoulous - I hope so, I've been waiting here forevver, and I'm losing my patience.
I will let him know.
Thank you.
[The nurse turns around and re-opens the door. She walks through the door and shuts it on her way out. Totopoulous takes a deep breath, and exhales slowly. He continues to sit on the bed as he awaits the arrival of the man that will tell him whether he will be able to compete by the Pay Per View. Then the doorknob turns again. This time it must be the doctor. The door opens as a man in a long white coat walks into the room. He is wearing glasses and black boots. He walks over to where the nurse left the file in complete silence. Totopoulous can't stand it any longer, he has to know if he will be alright.
So?
So, here's the deal Nic. Things aren't looking so good. You smacked your head really hard against the concrete floor when you went through the window. When October Terror roles around in two weeks I think you might be able to compete in the ring. Now I presume it will be against Maniac, and that could be hazardous to your health. Now remember, I am not the final word here, you are. I cannot be responsible if you get yourself hurt in your match at the Pay Per View. You might not be ready for your match. I took a look at your Cat scan, and right now you are recovering, and you are recovering well, but not as fast as you would like.
So you're saying that my head won't be ready for the Pay Per View.
Not necessarily. You might be ready.
But I have a match this Saturday night on Stranglehold.
Well you most definitely should not wrestle in that match.
What if I do though? What's the worst that can happen to me?
Well, you won't have permanent brain damage or anything like that. But you will be out of action for a few months if you get walloped in the head. Since this is a wrestling match, there is a chance that can happen.
Well, it is a tag team match, and I do thank you for your time. I hope you are wrong about my head though, because I do plan on wrestling this Saturday, and I plan on winning. It is a tag team match, and I can't let my tag partner down.
Now what about my internal bleeding?
Well the internal bleeding has stopped, and that would not be a factor, not even on Saturday.
Excellant, how about the lacerations on my body?
As long as no one rips at them you should be fine. Just be sure to wrap them up. Also wrap up your ribs. You do have that cracked rib, and the rest are almost all bruised.
Right.
Well I wish you the best of luck then. Not only in your match, but also that you do not make your head any worse. I'm warning you not to compete this Saturday. I am warning you Nic. This can cause serious repercussions for you and your career.
Well that is a risk I am willing to take doctor. Thanks for the warning, but in the end I'll do whatever I want anyway.
I know... I know.
[The doctor slowly turns around. He picks up the file off of the table, he walks over to the door. He turns the knob and opens the door. He turns around and looks at Totopoulous.]
Hey Nic, be careful, I don't want to see you in here next week because you scrambled your brains on Saturday.
Don't worry about me. I know what I'm doing.
Sure thing.
[The doctor turns around and walks out the door this time. The door shuts behind him. The camera turns to Nic as the scene fades.]
[It now cuts to Nic Totopoulous driving his car home from the doctor's office. Just then his cell phone rings. Totopoulous reaches over to the passenger seat to pick it up. He answers it.]
Ya?
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Hey Wall, what's up?
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Ya, I'm just coming back from there.
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It went alright, the doctor said I was ready to go.
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Ya man, he said I have super healing powers. Kind of like God.
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Of course he didn't actually say that, but he said I should be ready for the match on Saturday.
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Hey man, I wouldn't miss that match. I know how much you wanna get at the Williams.
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Alright cool. Well I'll talk to ya later.
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Ya right, later man.
[Totopoulous hangs up the telephone and places it back on the seat next to him. He places both hands on the steering wheel as the scene fades to black.]