Post by Otaki on Oct 23, 2017 22:29:56 GMT -5
Date: October 22nd, 2017
Time: Right after FSW #49
Time: Right after FSW #49
"Good news Otaki, your arm isn't broken-"
'Isn't broken'...how is that good news? Cheyenne has stole my baby girl, possibly tortured her even as - no matter where I look - I couldn't find either her or any form of help. Yet she has just done something worse than anything else she has ever done. I don't even recall the pain that the steel steps should've made.
"-the elbow, forearm and wrist of your right arm are definitely bruised, on both the inside and out-"
Bruises? Oh, I have bruises...I thought my arm was only stinging from the coldness of loneliness...out of all things for that damn redhead to do.
"-however that should perfectly heal within two to four wee-"
I need to get that bitch and put her head on a pike for what she has done. I get myself off this lengthy chair and head to the door.
"Where are you going?"
"Off to defend my Hardcore Championship at Premier Fighting this Tuesday."
"But you must rest you ar-"
With my right hand holding onto the door, a factor I had to wince a little at, that I just opened I turned my head to glare directly at the doctor, shutting him off into silence.
"I don't give a shit if my arm is snapped in half, let alone bruised from the elbow down."
I start with a snarl.
"I will get to Poughkeepsie New York, to defend my Title in two days' time, and once I'm there I am going to spend all Monday asking any officer, fan or stranger if they've seen that Cheyenne bitch anywhere. For the moment I find where she has hidden my little Sarah I'm not only going to save my daughter but I'm also expecting to be sent down for what I'm going to Cheyenne."
Lashes from my lips before I leave the doctor's room, slamming the door behind me as I said to the arena exit, rubbing my right arm while doing so.
'Isn't broken'...how is that good news? Cheyenne has stole my baby girl, possibly tortured her even as - no matter where I look - I couldn't find either her or any form of help. Yet she has just done something worse than anything else she has ever done. I don't even recall the pain that the steel steps should've made.
"-the elbow, forearm and wrist of your right arm are definitely bruised, on both the inside and out-"
Bruises? Oh, I have bruises...I thought my arm was only stinging from the coldness of loneliness...out of all things for that damn redhead to do.
"-however that should perfectly heal within two to four wee-"
I need to get that bitch and put her head on a pike for what she has done. I get myself off this lengthy chair and head to the door.
"Where are you going?"
"Off to defend my Hardcore Championship at Premier Fighting this Tuesday."
"But you must rest you ar-"
With my right hand holding onto the door, a factor I had to wince a little at, that I just opened I turned my head to glare directly at the doctor, shutting him off into silence.
"I don't give a shit if my arm is snapped in half, let alone bruised from the elbow down."
I start with a snarl.
"I will get to Poughkeepsie New York, to defend my Title in two days' time, and once I'm there I am going to spend all Monday asking any officer, fan or stranger if they've seen that Cheyenne bitch anywhere. For the moment I find where she has hidden my little Sarah I'm not only going to save my daughter but I'm also expecting to be sent down for what I'm going to Cheyenne."
Lashes from my lips before I leave the doctor's room, slamming the door behind me as I said to the arena exit, rubbing my right arm while doing so.