A goodbye

[Ncomo]

The date is January seventh. Alanson is backstage, he seems unhappy still in his wrestling attire storming through the hallways. He is covered with sweat and has an unhappy look upon his face. He searches throughout the locker room area, unsatisfied with everywhere he looks. His expression turns angered as he still searches throughout the brightly lighted hallways. A family face comes chasing after him with a microphone in her possession. It’s Amy White trying to get some questions and answers but Harry just pushes her away and continues storming away.

In a doctors office we see the former Florida state champion, Nick Comoroto. Nick is laying down on some sort of mattress you will find in many hospitals and such. Nick has his head wrapped in a bandage with tears in his eyes as the doctor is standing right next with his head down. Nick closes his eyes in disbelief and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a cell phone, a black razor cell phone. Nick looks up into the clouds and then back down the phone as he flips it open and begins to dial. He whispers to himself.

“I can’t tell him the truth”

We go back into a locker room where the door pops right open, in steps Harry Alanson, still with the same look of anger on his face. He turns back and slams his door shut; he steps into his room and grabs a recliner in the center of his room. With his massive strength he picks up the chair and chucks it across the room. It hits the wall hard, breaking much of the drywall off. Harry steps over back towards the recliner he just threw. He picks it back up and places it back on the ground in its normal position and flops down, sitting on it. The hands of his start running through his hair just when.

Ring

Harry looks over to the table right near were the recliner used to be placed. His cell phone is on the table ringing. He steps up and walks to the phone. He picks it up and notices the name. Harry finally found what he was looking for. He answers the phone.

Harry: Were the hell are you Nick? You just left me out there during our match.

Nick: I’m… home; I left right after our match.

“He is never going to believe this.”

Harry: I have not seen you wrestle like a real man in such a while, you seemed to just have disappeared off of the face of the earth. What happened to you, what happened to your arrogant determination of ending hardcore and why have you deserted me.

Nick: I didn’t mean to desert you.

“I can’t believe I am in this stage, I can’t believe it is almost over. The pain I feel in my heart of not being able to do what I love to do is much more plentiful than my wounds.”

Harry: Why didn’t you help me back there, you refused to help?

Nick: I haven’t been myself lately.

Harry: What has happened to you?

“I wish I could tell him why but I know the way he is going to act.”

Nick: I can not tell you why.

“It should only affect my career.”

Harry: How could you refuse to step into the ring, you love to show off against talent less hacks like those. Is this about PCW losing?

Nick:… I guess so.

“I think he is buying it.”

Harry: No… you’re lying to me, you hated that federation, they made you a joke and still you chose to turn your back on WPW and fight for them. What the hell is going on through your head…? I notice the bandages during the match.

Nick: Its just a little injury, my doctor said I should take some time off.

Harry: I think you’re hiding something… It’s not a little injury.

“I guess that I am not a good liar.”

Nick: I’ve been in exile since Whiplash, I tried to keep it away from all the WPW employers. I couldn’t stay wrestling strong when I lost my Florida state championship.

Harry: So they decided to let you go?

Nick They wanted me to take a break and stop doing my life’s work, it angered me against them so. And that is when I turned on WPW for PCW.

Harry: Then what happened?

Nick: At when worlds collide, I suffered huge trauma towards my head again from the chair shot. I’m going to be gone for awhile now.

Harry: So I guess you’re away from WPW for just a couple months?

“Maybe many more months after they found what they found, but I hope you will not know that.”

Nick: Harry, I suggest you take a break as well, your family needs it.

Harry: I guess.

Harry hangs up his phone.

Nick: I’m sorry WPW.

[Ncomo]

An hour after whiplash

The scene opens up in a black setting, pitch black but we hear the noise of something rolling around and we also hear the noise of conversation with a familiar voice and one with an unfamiliar voice.

Familiar voice: Wow, that turnbuckle hit him hard, is he going to be all right?

Unfamiliar voice: He suffered a great concussion, he should be all right in the near future.

Suddenly the scene flashes as if it was blinking between pitch black and a hallway. The pitch black blinking stops, we see Nick being wheeled across the hallway in a stretcher by a doctor and Harry Alanson. Nick’s awake and he mutters.

Nick: Ow my head, what… happened?

Doctor: Nick, you were out cold, you suffered a great injury during your match.

“A match, I was in a match??? MVP, did this to me!!!”

Nick: I can’t believe that, did that bastard use a weapon?

Harry: You don’t know what happened?

“I’m trying to remember what happened. Probably what the audience tries to do after every time that guy tries to wrestle.”

Nick: I actually can not remember a thing, I remember getting ready for the match but that’s it. Did he take that championship?

Harry reaches under the stretcher and a grin comes across his face. Nick has a dumbfounded look on his face as he holds his forehead, still in pain. Harry pulls out from under the stretcher The florida state championship. Nick is overwhelmed with joy as he snatches the title right out of Harry’s hands Nick cuddles with the golden belt.

Nick: I was knocked out cold and still that worthless piece of shit couldn’t take the gold away from me.

Harry: I have some bad news Nick.

Nick: What the hell could that be?

“Besides this head putting me on the shelf for a week or two.”

Harry: Mykal Adams won the number one contendership match, you may have to defend that championship in a couple weeks against him.

Nick: What could be so bad about that?

“I know I’m better than him, I wrestle with a technical style that is beyond his level.”

Doctor: That injury, it’s affected you. You should be taking atleast two months off, but with the way of Carlos Gonzalous, he wants you back in the squared circle next week. I’m afraid to tell you, but with your motor skills, you’ll be wrestling now were near as good as your normal level.

Harry: I know that Adams is a decent person, we both know. The match will not be next week but it has to be in this month.

Nick: You guys can not show my position to anyone of the WPW. If they know I’m weak, then everyone will come attack me for my title. The best thing to do is to not wrestle at TNT this week but call for a contract signing.

Harry: How can you hide the pain in your head?

Nick: Simple, I will just be as cocky, arrogant as I always am and throw together a long speech as I will normally do…. I don’t need this stretcher, I will show everyone that I still will be able to compete.

Nick sits up and struggles but is still able to step off the stretcher. Nick leans against the stretcher trying to keep his balance, jello legs he seems to have. He grabs the belt off the pillow were his head lied before and drapes it over his shoulder. Nick tries to walk away but falls. He drops to one knee and holds himself up with his arms and hands as they push against the ground as Nick tries to stand once more. He gets to his feet and tries to walk away but wobbles. Harry comes to help him walk away.

Doctor: That man has great determination.

We see another doctor walk up to the one that was pushing the stretcher. The one doctor is a woman and she has X-rays of a person’s head in her possession, she is out of breath for she was running all the way to the Doctor.

Woman: You will not believe what I just found when we examined Comoroto’s head.