Post by Venom 🕷 on Jan 16, 2018 2:06:06 GMT -5
We open up on a dark hotel room. The curtains are drawn and the only light in the room is coming from right about the camera itself. We see the foot of the bed, and the bare feet of a man, but cannot tell exactly who it is. The pans up, looking down at the bed from a ninety degree angle, and there Venom lays there in street clothes. He lays there in his jeans and a t-shirt bare footed holding his head for dear life.
On my way here, everyone I passed asked how I was doing, and I couldn’t answer them. I couldn’t answer them because my head is pounding so bad anything other then the sound of my own voice makes me want to scream. I had to put my phone on vibrate because it was driving me nuts, and all people keep texting me is that I should go to the hospital. They don’t understand though, I signed up here at nCw because of the health plan. They have a great health plan and really care about the well being of there wrestlers. For instance, I got to my room today, and there was a piece of paper slid under my room door and there it is in black and white. nCw has already booked me a doctors appointment for Friday night.
Not sure what kind of Doctor works that late on a Friday and works inside of an arena, but I trust that the nCw is taking care of me after that fall. The doctor’s name is kind of weird. I’ve never heard of the last name Dre-am. Must be Middle Eastern or something, those guys are the best doctors anyway. If anyone could help this ringing in my brain stop it would be a Middle Eastern doctor, they always have to deal with ringing ears from explosives I’m sure.
That kind of reminds me of someone, now that I think of it. I faced a Doctor Dream the other week didn’t I? I wonder if they are related? They couldn’t be in the same practice though, because Dream sounds like some kind of hypnotherapist whereas Dre-am sounds more like a professional Doctor…AHHHH!
The phone rings and he quickly rolls over and knocks it off the hook.
He better be good, because I can’t take this much longer.
He pulls a pillow over his face to help drown out the noise and the camera fades.
On my way here, everyone I passed asked how I was doing, and I couldn’t answer them. I couldn’t answer them because my head is pounding so bad anything other then the sound of my own voice makes me want to scream. I had to put my phone on vibrate because it was driving me nuts, and all people keep texting me is that I should go to the hospital. They don’t understand though, I signed up here at nCw because of the health plan. They have a great health plan and really care about the well being of there wrestlers. For instance, I got to my room today, and there was a piece of paper slid under my room door and there it is in black and white. nCw has already booked me a doctors appointment for Friday night.
Not sure what kind of Doctor works that late on a Friday and works inside of an arena, but I trust that the nCw is taking care of me after that fall. The doctor’s name is kind of weird. I’ve never heard of the last name Dre-am. Must be Middle Eastern or something, those guys are the best doctors anyway. If anyone could help this ringing in my brain stop it would be a Middle Eastern doctor, they always have to deal with ringing ears from explosives I’m sure.
That kind of reminds me of someone, now that I think of it. I faced a Doctor Dream the other week didn’t I? I wonder if they are related? They couldn’t be in the same practice though, because Dream sounds like some kind of hypnotherapist whereas Dre-am sounds more like a professional Doctor…AHHHH!
The phone rings and he quickly rolls over and knocks it off the hook.
He better be good, because I can’t take this much longer.
He pulls a pillow over his face to help drown out the noise and the camera fades.