Post by Tatiana on Aug 14, 2022 7:15:13 GMT -5
Thursday, August 11th, 2022
Vancouver, British Columbia
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I always hated the doctors office, but I guess that’s pretty universal for just about everyone. From the Pine Sol vapors to the long waits in these rooms that always seem to be really cold, there was nothing quite as disarming as feeling like a specimen in a petri dish… Especially when you’re dressed in one of these stupid looking medical gowns.
I muttered under my breath…
The only saving grace was that my doctor was a local one here in Vancouver - had I been stateside, I would have had all of these unpleasantries with the caveat of a MASSIVE medical bill tacked on.
“Well Ms. Greymore… I’ve spoken to our radiologist, and he's had plenty of time to review the results of your MRI”
I raised a brow, my legs swaying nervously as they dangled off the front of the examination table. I could feel the tension in my chest tighten as I stared at her with wordless eyes. It was almost as if I were on the docket, awaiting sentencing from the judge.
“The good news is that your AC Joint is healthy and strong. However there is a small tear in your labrum. That’s what’s causing your pain”
“That’s… Bad… So what are my options?”
I asked, my brow raised in curiosity as I gazed at her as she sat in the chair in front of the medical desk. There was a pause as Dr. Kelly logged into the computer with a swipe of her identification badge.
“Well… It’s not terrible, all things considered”
She began to input some data as I quizzed her on my situation. This was something I NEEDED to keep secret, especially since my opponents would use it against me if it became known.
“You’re in phenomenal shape for a 39 year old woman. You’ve got a lot of strength in the muscles around your shoulders. And since the tear is minimal, I would recommend against surgery at this point in time.”
I exhaled in a MASSIVE sigh of relief… That was like a weight off my chest
“Though… I want you to take a few weeks off from wrestling for Physical Therapy”
Ugh… Come on.
“I really can’t do that… We have a big super show coming up and I’ve been advertised on the card. I can’t miss it”
“It’s a very physical sport, isn’t it? I’m worried you may damage it more and end up needing surgery”
“Naw… It’s pro wrestling. Everything is staged. It’s no more dangerous than being in an opera”
“Really?”
“Yes, really... And besides, I didn’t hurt it at work. I hurt it trying to lift a sofa with a friend”
That was another lie… I actually hurt it in the match against Mason Jones where I dropped the TV Title after a measly 1-week reign.
“All the other wrestlers I’ve treated swear up and down it’s real”
“Pffft… They’re just marks. It’s nothing more than an athletic ballet”
"Well…”
She pauses, turning the chair round to face me before getting up from her seat.
“I’d rather you not work… But if you can minimize your chances of further injuring yourself, then I won’t force you to take a break. I still want you to do PT, and I recommend a cortisone shot in that shoulder”
“Is that what the turkey baster is for?”
She laughed out loud as my eyes turned towards that needle laying ominously on the medical tray next to the computer at her desk.
“Yes.” She nods “It will help you with the pain and it’ll make that shoulder heal faster - assuming you do the PT and don’t hurt it at the ballet”
Ugh… Part of me HATES the fact that I had to lie about my job
But it was necessary in the circumstances.
“Okay, sure. I’m willing to do anything if it’ll help”
“Good”
Dr. Kelly made her way to the sink, washing her hands before she plucked a pair of gloves out of the box and slipped them on. My eyes followed her apprehensively as she picked up the needle and pushed it into the rubber cap of the vial, pulling back several cc’s of milky looking liquid.
“As usual, I want you to ice frequently… I’ll put in a referral for PT as well”
She holds the needle upright, tapping it a couple of times before grabbing the iodine and gauss. I scrunched my nose as the cold sticky substance was dabbed on my shoulder joint to sterilize the area.
“And I’ll write you a script for Percocet so you can sleep”
She drew the needle as if it were some sort of weapon… Or at least that’s what it looked like in my mind. I turned my head away and squeezed my eyes shut
Here goes nothing…
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Current Day
Memphis, Tennessee
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“Lissie Hope…”
I mused aloud, my eyes gazing directly into the camera as the boom mic hung above the camera man. I hadn’t really prepared for this promo, partly because I liked Lissie… But also because I was so busy with Physical Therapy and matters surrounding my love life.
“Or maybe for the sake of Monday Night Clash… Thin Lissie… Because everyone assumes that it’s going to be another case of The Boys are Back in Town”
Lame, TJ… Don’t be lame
TBH I wasn’t even sure somebody of her vintage would know who Thin Lizzy was, let alone any references to their music. Though, I suppose it didn’t really matter at this point.
“This match is going to be hard for me because I like you so much. You’ve always been friendly with me… But the fact that you’re one of the ‘establishment’ here in Action Wrestling is unmistakable… And for me… Unavoidable.”
She was right up there in the ‘winners circle’ and enjoyed the many perks somebody like me hasn’t had a chance of experiencing. They praise her endlessly. Book her in the big matches at the top of the marquee, and never set her up for failure like they do to us nobodies in the undercard.
“You know by now that I’m on a mission to chop the establishment down one-by-one until everyone is given equal opportunity to succeed here in Action Wrestling.”
“But you’re of a different lot than some of your contemporaries. You don’t kiss ass behind the scenes like Angelo, and unlike our former Champion - you don’t see yourself as too good for a match against somebody like me”
I was still pissed that I didn’t get that Cage Match
It was the moment I realized what I was up against here
“You may not play the politics backstage like Corey Black, and you might be more liberal in your ideals than Jill Park. But make no mistake… You’re still one of them.”
Unlike the last few matches where I didn’t care whether or not I won or lost… I now found myself in the Main Event against one of the protected establishment stars of AW… Not only do I have to win the match, but I have to do it in a resounding way
This wasn’t about winning gold, or cashing that fat payday from being on the marquee. It was about making a statement. Raising a middle finger to the man and breaking through the proverbial glass ceiling. This was a fight for the little person, buried in the midcard - The people working their asses off to make this place what it is, but never getting credit for the effort.
“I’m not so foolish to assume you’re in the position that you are on namesake alone. I’ve seen you work for almost a year now… I’ve watched your matches, experienced your ups and down… Hell, I was looking forward to being in the wedding you and Em were planning”
I shrugged… It wasn’t my business, but it was still a shame they fell apart.
“Sorry… I didn’t mean to bring that up…”
“Either way… I have nothing controversial to say about you and no desire to rubbish your namesake just for some stupid promo. This match is purely professional, woman vs woman - no hype, no consequence, and with no gold between us. We don’t have a blood feud like you and Hacker Boy did, and the only thing either of us can gain is faux status in a place that already has it’s favorites”
“I’m not so naïve as to think that a win against you will change a damn thing for me in this federation. And I know you have nothing to gain by beating the village whipping post. But that doesn’t mean I can’t go out there and show the locker room that one of the little people… If given the chance… Can be as good as the AW Elites.”
It was about Pride
Nothing more, nothing less
“They may boo me… They may cheer you... But none of that matters to me once we’re out in the ring”
I smiled coyly, quirking a brow
“Does it matter to you?”
With a chuckle I turned, making my way off scene… Maybe I felt like I left a lot unsaid? Maybe I had a LOT of steam to blow off? They FINALLY put me in a marquee match against one of the elites and it HAS to be Lissie?
I knew what the game was…
They wanted me to cut me out of the loop by forcing me to cut my ties
Well, not today…
No, I would fight this match clean. If I wanted to make a point, I had to do it right. Otherwise they’ll never respect me here…
Vancouver, British Columbia
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I always hated the doctors office, but I guess that’s pretty universal for just about everyone. From the Pine Sol vapors to the long waits in these rooms that always seem to be really cold, there was nothing quite as disarming as feeling like a specimen in a petri dish… Especially when you’re dressed in one of these stupid looking medical gowns.
I muttered under my breath…
The only saving grace was that my doctor was a local one here in Vancouver - had I been stateside, I would have had all of these unpleasantries with the caveat of a MASSIVE medical bill tacked on.
Thank you Canada and your Universal Health Care.
-knock-knock-
My attention shifted to the door as it opened up. The orthopedic surgeon made her way into the room with my chart in one hand and a tray in the other. I couldn’t help but notice a rather aggressive looking syringe and a small vial of fluid on it. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as the door shut behind her. This was going to suck - at least that’s what I got from the stories of friends who were unfortunate enough to experience frequent injuries.
“Well Ms. Greymore… I’ve spoken to our radiologist, and he's had plenty of time to review the results of your MRI”
I raised a brow, my legs swaying nervously as they dangled off the front of the examination table. I could feel the tension in my chest tighten as I stared at her with wordless eyes. It was almost as if I were on the docket, awaiting sentencing from the judge.
“The good news is that your AC Joint is healthy and strong. However there is a small tear in your labrum. That’s what’s causing your pain”
A small tear in my labrum… Oh great, cool… That’s just lovely.
I wasn’t sure if I was happy, or upset about this…
I mean KNOWING about it will probably only make it hurt more.
But doing nothing was really hurting my career…
I asked, my brow raised in curiosity as I gazed at her as she sat in the chair in front of the medical desk. There was a pause as Dr. Kelly logged into the computer with a swipe of her identification badge.
“Well… It’s not terrible, all things considered”
She began to input some data as I quizzed her on my situation. This was something I NEEDED to keep secret, especially since my opponents would use it against me if it became known.
At the same time, I had to convince her that I could still work through this.
I was NOT going to miss work now, in fact I’ve never missed a single booking due to injury
And I intended on keeping the Ironman streak going.
I exhaled in a MASSIVE sigh of relief… That was like a weight off my chest
“Though… I want you to take a few weeks off from wrestling for Physical Therapy”
Ugh… Come on.
“I really can’t do that… We have a big super show coming up and I’ve been advertised on the card. I can’t miss it”
I was happy to have seen my OWN doctor as opposed to the federation’s medical staff.
If they don’t know I’m nursing an injury they won’t take me off the card.
“It’s a very physical sport, isn’t it? I’m worried you may damage it more and end up needing surgery”
“Naw… It’s pro wrestling. Everything is staged. It’s no more dangerous than being in an opera”
“Really?”
No… That was a lie.
It was hardly fake
If so… I’d be doing much better than I am
That was another lie… I actually hurt it in the match against Mason Jones where I dropped the TV Title after a measly 1-week reign.
“All the other wrestlers I’ve treated swear up and down it’s real”
“Pffft… They’re just marks. It’s nothing more than an athletic ballet”
Lie Lie Lie Lie Lie
"Well…”
She pauses, turning the chair round to face me before getting up from her seat.
“I’d rather you not work… But if you can minimize your chances of further injuring yourself, then I won’t force you to take a break. I still want you to do PT, and I recommend a cortisone shot in that shoulder”
“Is that what the turkey baster is for?”
She laughed out loud as my eyes turned towards that needle laying ominously on the medical tray next to the computer at her desk.
“Yes.” She nods “It will help you with the pain and it’ll make that shoulder heal faster - assuming you do the PT and don’t hurt it at the ballet”
Ugh… Part of me HATES the fact that I had to lie about my job
But it was necessary in the circumstances.
“Okay, sure. I’m willing to do anything if it’ll help”
“Good”
Dr. Kelly made her way to the sink, washing her hands before she plucked a pair of gloves out of the box and slipped them on. My eyes followed her apprehensively as she picked up the needle and pushed it into the rubber cap of the vial, pulling back several cc’s of milky looking liquid.
“As usual, I want you to ice frequently… I’ll put in a referral for PT as well”
She holds the needle upright, tapping it a couple of times before grabbing the iodine and gauss. I scrunched my nose as the cold sticky substance was dabbed on my shoulder joint to sterilize the area.
“And I’ll write you a script for Percocet so you can sleep”
I smiled lightly…
Percocet would certainly help dull the ache in this damn shoulder.
“Okay, you’re going to feel a pressure and then it’ll be over” Percocet would certainly help dull the ache in this damn shoulder.
She drew the needle as if it were some sort of weapon… Or at least that’s what it looked like in my mind. I turned my head away and squeezed my eyes shut
Here goes nothing…
OUCH!
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Current Day
Memphis, Tennessee
- - - - - - - - - -
“Lissie Hope…”
I mused aloud, my eyes gazing directly into the camera as the boom mic hung above the camera man. I hadn’t really prepared for this promo, partly because I liked Lissie… But also because I was so busy with Physical Therapy and matters surrounding my love life.
Don’t ask… It’s complicated…
“Or maybe for the sake of Monday Night Clash… Thin Lissie… Because everyone assumes that it’s going to be another case of The Boys are Back in Town”
Lame, TJ… Don’t be lame
TBH I wasn’t even sure somebody of her vintage would know who Thin Lizzy was, let alone any references to their music. Though, I suppose it didn’t really matter at this point.
“This match is going to be hard for me because I like you so much. You’ve always been friendly with me… But the fact that you’re one of the ‘establishment’ here in Action Wrestling is unmistakable… And for me… Unavoidable.”
She was right up there in the ‘winners circle’ and enjoyed the many perks somebody like me hasn’t had a chance of experiencing. They praise her endlessly. Book her in the big matches at the top of the marquee, and never set her up for failure like they do to us nobodies in the undercard.
“You know by now that I’m on a mission to chop the establishment down one-by-one until everyone is given equal opportunity to succeed here in Action Wrestling.”
I wanted to be careful not to be too nasty.
It wouldn’t be necessary to bury her like she was Gerrard Angelo
Or Dandy DiVito
Speaking of which…
“But you’re of a different lot than some of your contemporaries. You don’t kiss ass behind the scenes like Angelo, and unlike our former Champion - you don’t see yourself as too good for a match against somebody like me”
I was still pissed that I didn’t get that Cage Match
It was the moment I realized what I was up against here
“You may not play the politics backstage like Corey Black, and you might be more liberal in your ideals than Jill Park. But make no mistake… You’re still one of them.”
Unlike the last few matches where I didn’t care whether or not I won or lost… I now found myself in the Main Event against one of the protected establishment stars of AW… Not only do I have to win the match, but I have to do it in a resounding way
This wasn’t about winning gold, or cashing that fat payday from being on the marquee. It was about making a statement. Raising a middle finger to the man and breaking through the proverbial glass ceiling. This was a fight for the little person, buried in the midcard - The people working their asses off to make this place what it is, but never getting credit for the effort.
“I’m not so foolish to assume you’re in the position that you are on namesake alone. I’ve seen you work for almost a year now… I’ve watched your matches, experienced your ups and down… Hell, I was looking forward to being in the wedding you and Em were planning”
I shrugged… It wasn’t my business, but it was still a shame they fell apart.
“Sorry… I didn’t mean to bring that up…”
Or did I?
I rolled my eyes, stopping in the corridor to cross my arms over my chest
It was about Pride
Nothing more, nothing less
“They may boo me… They may cheer you... But none of that matters to me once we’re out in the ring”
I smiled coyly, quirking a brow
“Does it matter to you?”
With a chuckle I turned, making my way off scene… Maybe I felt like I left a lot unsaid? Maybe I had a LOT of steam to blow off? They FINALLY put me in a marquee match against one of the elites and it HAS to be Lissie?
I knew what the game was…
They wanted me to cut me out of the loop by forcing me to cut my ties
Well, not today…
No, I would fight this match clean. If I wanted to make a point, I had to do it right. Otherwise they’ll never respect me here…
IF they ever respect me here….
