Post by sinisterminister on Jan 14, 2017 18:37:28 GMT -5
Sinister Minister is seen sitting on the examination table in the AWE doctor's office. He's not dressed in his regular clothes. There is no top hat, there is no cloak, and no face paint. He looks like a regular man that you would see on the street and not notice. A regular man, clutching his ribs in obvious distress. The doctor walks into the room and they exchange quick pleasantries.
"Take your shirt off." says the doctor as he puts on a pair of gloves, "I need to get a better look at your ribs."
Sinister Minister obliges and takes his shirt off slowly, grimacing in pain as he does it. His ribs are wrapped in gauze, which the doctor unwinds. Underneath the wrap are the black and blue battered ribs of Sinister Minister. The doctor touches them and the bruise is warm to touch. Sinister Minister lets out a grunt.
"Have you been icing them like I told you to?" the doctor says with a questioning look to the Minister.
He takes his glove off and looks at Sinister Minister wondering the dedication the veteran wrestler has in his recovery.
"I've done everything you've said. Ice baths, ice packs, hell I've even used frozen peas. I've stayed off my feet and I even haven't had to deal with Tommy. He was off in Boston doing God knows what with Dominic Lawson." Sinister Minister says giving a small smirk in saying it, "I don't think they are just bruised. I know my body and something isn't right. This doesn't feel like an ordinary injury."
The doctor looks at Sinister Minister with almost pity. He has known Sin for a while now and knows that he wouldn't be in his office again if something really wasn't wrong. He's a broken man right now riding an embarrassing losing streak that includes...Benny Stevens.
"Let's get you down to X-Ray's and have a look at those ribs." says the doctor softly, trying to reassure Sinister Minister, "There was a bit of swelling last time so we might have missed something."
Sinister Minister nods his head and stands up to walk down to X-rays.
"Ughhhh," he moans holding the left side of his ribs delicately.
"Let's get a wheel chair in here and get you down there." says the doctor stepping outside telling a nurse in the process, "It'll be faster and less painful for you."
The doctor pats Sinister Minister on the shoulder to which he angrily shrugs it off.
"I'm a grown man, Doc," Sinister Minister says with a scowl, "I don't need a damn wheel chair to take me down there. I can walk down there just like I walked in here. I just have to get moving; everything stiffens up when I sit for a while."
A nurse brings in the wheel chair as Sinister Minister shoots her a pissed off look. She immediately leaves. Sinister Minister takes another step gingerly. The pain is too much and he finally gives in.
"Fine!" says Sinister Minister reluctantly as he gets into the wheel chair.
The doctor pushes him down the hallway personally to the X-Ray room. There's a little small talk in between them, but nothing noteworthy. They get to the X-Ray room and the doctor pushes him in. The doctor looks at Sinister Minister and notices that he has a tattoo under his right collarbone which reads the name of a female.
"Who is Barbara?" asks the doctor while helping Sinister Minister out of the chair.
"My mother." snaps Sinister Minister indicating he doesn't want to talk about the tattoo or her. The doctor picks up on the hint and doesn't ask anything more about it.
Sinister Minister gets up on the table and lays down slowly, trying to minimize the pain.
"Lay on your right side." the doctor orders sharply.
Sinister Minister does what he says groaning in the process. The doctor lays the middle sheet on the ribs of Sinister Minister. Sinister Minister adjusts a bit because the sheet is cold to the touch.
"Lay still." frankly says the doctor, "or we are going to have to do this more than once."
"Yah, yah, yah." says Sinister Minister.
The doctor grabs the X-Ray machine by the handles and puts it over Sinister Minister's ribs and the metal sheet. You hear a few clicks and the doctor places the machine out of the way and walks to the other side of the room.
"You can sit up and put your shirt back on if you'd like." the doctor says looking back at Sinister Minister.
Sinister Minister does what he is told. He looks over at the doctor who looks to be studying the newly printed X-Rays.
"How have things been going other than the ribs, Sin?" the doctor says trying to break Sin's attention way from the situation.
"I feel old, Doc. I've been in the business for a long time, but I've never really felt as old as what I actually am. I took some time off after BFW to get my head straight and do my own thing, but the passion was still there." Sinister Minister says standing up and walking slowly towards the X-Rays, "I never really felt the age until I came to AWE. I have muscles that I didn't even know I had hurt this go around. I just don't know if I have what it takes anymore."
Sinister Minister scratches the back of his head as he looks at the X-Rays.
"So what do we have?" says Sinister Minister.
"Well, you see these two ribs right here?" the doctor says pointing to ribs 2 and 3 on the X-Ray.
"Yes." worriedly says Sinister Minister.
"They're fractured." says the doctor taking off his glasses to look at Sin Min, "You won't be able to wrestle next week."
Sinister Minister looks at the doctor angrily and walks gingerly towards the door.
"That isn't an option." says Sinister Minister opening the door, "Give me a cortisone shot and let me be on my way."
"I don't..." says the doctor before getting cut off.
"I don't care what you think, but I know what you will be doing!" Sinister Minister yells with authority, "I will see you Thursday."
"Take your shirt off." says the doctor as he puts on a pair of gloves, "I need to get a better look at your ribs."
Sinister Minister obliges and takes his shirt off slowly, grimacing in pain as he does it. His ribs are wrapped in gauze, which the doctor unwinds. Underneath the wrap are the black and blue battered ribs of Sinister Minister. The doctor touches them and the bruise is warm to touch. Sinister Minister lets out a grunt.
"Have you been icing them like I told you to?" the doctor says with a questioning look to the Minister.
He takes his glove off and looks at Sinister Minister wondering the dedication the veteran wrestler has in his recovery.
"I've done everything you've said. Ice baths, ice packs, hell I've even used frozen peas. I've stayed off my feet and I even haven't had to deal with Tommy. He was off in Boston doing God knows what with Dominic Lawson." Sinister Minister says giving a small smirk in saying it, "I don't think they are just bruised. I know my body and something isn't right. This doesn't feel like an ordinary injury."
The doctor looks at Sinister Minister with almost pity. He has known Sin for a while now and knows that he wouldn't be in his office again if something really wasn't wrong. He's a broken man right now riding an embarrassing losing streak that includes...Benny Stevens.
"Let's get you down to X-Ray's and have a look at those ribs." says the doctor softly, trying to reassure Sinister Minister, "There was a bit of swelling last time so we might have missed something."
Sinister Minister nods his head and stands up to walk down to X-rays.
"Ughhhh," he moans holding the left side of his ribs delicately.
"Let's get a wheel chair in here and get you down there." says the doctor stepping outside telling a nurse in the process, "It'll be faster and less painful for you."
The doctor pats Sinister Minister on the shoulder to which he angrily shrugs it off.
"I'm a grown man, Doc," Sinister Minister says with a scowl, "I don't need a damn wheel chair to take me down there. I can walk down there just like I walked in here. I just have to get moving; everything stiffens up when I sit for a while."
A nurse brings in the wheel chair as Sinister Minister shoots her a pissed off look. She immediately leaves. Sinister Minister takes another step gingerly. The pain is too much and he finally gives in.
"Fine!" says Sinister Minister reluctantly as he gets into the wheel chair.
The doctor pushes him down the hallway personally to the X-Ray room. There's a little small talk in between them, but nothing noteworthy. They get to the X-Ray room and the doctor pushes him in. The doctor looks at Sinister Minister and notices that he has a tattoo under his right collarbone which reads the name of a female.
"Who is Barbara?" asks the doctor while helping Sinister Minister out of the chair.
"My mother." snaps Sinister Minister indicating he doesn't want to talk about the tattoo or her. The doctor picks up on the hint and doesn't ask anything more about it.
Sinister Minister gets up on the table and lays down slowly, trying to minimize the pain.
"Lay on your right side." the doctor orders sharply.
Sinister Minister does what he says groaning in the process. The doctor lays the middle sheet on the ribs of Sinister Minister. Sinister Minister adjusts a bit because the sheet is cold to the touch.
"Lay still." frankly says the doctor, "or we are going to have to do this more than once."
"Yah, yah, yah." says Sinister Minister.
The doctor grabs the X-Ray machine by the handles and puts it over Sinister Minister's ribs and the metal sheet. You hear a few clicks and the doctor places the machine out of the way and walks to the other side of the room.
"You can sit up and put your shirt back on if you'd like." the doctor says looking back at Sinister Minister.
Sinister Minister does what he is told. He looks over at the doctor who looks to be studying the newly printed X-Rays.
"How have things been going other than the ribs, Sin?" the doctor says trying to break Sin's attention way from the situation.
"I feel old, Doc. I've been in the business for a long time, but I've never really felt as old as what I actually am. I took some time off after BFW to get my head straight and do my own thing, but the passion was still there." Sinister Minister says standing up and walking slowly towards the X-Rays, "I never really felt the age until I came to AWE. I have muscles that I didn't even know I had hurt this go around. I just don't know if I have what it takes anymore."
Sinister Minister scratches the back of his head as he looks at the X-Rays.
"So what do we have?" says Sinister Minister.
"Well, you see these two ribs right here?" the doctor says pointing to ribs 2 and 3 on the X-Ray.
"Yes." worriedly says Sinister Minister.
"They're fractured." says the doctor taking off his glasses to look at Sin Min, "You won't be able to wrestle next week."
Sinister Minister looks at the doctor angrily and walks gingerly towards the door.
"That isn't an option." says Sinister Minister opening the door, "Give me a cortisone shot and let me be on my way."
"I don't..." says the doctor before getting cut off.
"I don't care what you think, but I know what you will be doing!" Sinister Minister yells with authority, "I will see you Thursday."