Post by Bronx Valescence on Mar 22, 2016 20:28:11 GMT
“No…No, you don’t understand. I have a huge match coming up. I don’t know if you understand what this means. Tara Davidson is the junior heavyweight champion. That’s the title I want here, and if I have to wrestle injured to prove a point against the champion—I will.”
He never liked doctors, even in his younger age he dreaded to go because it always meant something bad, so when Bronx Valescence got older—he never even went back for check-ups unless he had to go for a physical for a company, but here he was. Unable to shake the pain in his right knee, unable to shake the pain in his back. Every time it rained he felt his ankle hurt, he had taken a lot of punishment during his tour of 4CW, he hadn’t had longer than a week break since he had joined GIW which seemed like years ago.
The doctor paused, he had on a long white jacket and the plethora of x-rays in front of Bronx who sat on the edge of a table, and his legs kicking back and forth like a child. The doctor turned to the X-rays and looked over them some more, he pointed to the knee first, which by looking at it, Bronx had some swelling in the right knee, he pulled his black Nike athletic shorts down over it as if he was self-aware, that if the doctor seen it all of a sudden he wouldn’t be able to compete.
“Look, Mr. Valescence.”
Before the doctor could say anything Bronx cut him off.
“You can call me….Actually Mr. Valescence is fine, I like that.”
The doctor looked at him oddly before he continued, a red pen in his hand where he pointed out the problems on the X-rays before him.
“Well, okay then. In your knee. You have a tear in your MCL. Now, the good news about this is that it shouldn’t require any sort of surgery because the body is able to heal that on its own. The problem is it looks like you’ve been wrestling with it for a while now so it’s gone from a grade one, to a grade two. So you were looking about a week of recovery to probably a few weeks. It’s only a slight tear but it’s kind of like a rubber band, the longer it stretches, smaller tears will lead to bigger tears and…You get the picture.”
Bronx eyed the x-ray, a feeling of relief in his stomach as he nodded toward the other x-ray on the wall.
“Okay, what about that one.”
With a shift, the doctor pointed to the other blueish white film and pointed his red pen to the base of Bronx’s spine.
“Now over here, it looks like you’ve got a couple of slipped discs, now we can heal this with a brace, but again, it’s just going to take time. With both injuries you’re looking like you’re going to be out until at least June. You can’t fix this with physical therapy or anything else, it’s just going to take rest…”
Bronx looked down at the floor, in all honesty, he couldn’t afford to stay at home and rest, luckily he didn’t have a family, but he still had himself to take care of, still had a condo to pay for.
Not only that, but it was his ego. His ego kept him from just lying down like a dead dog. The doctor said some words, something about going to write a prescription for some braces and an air boot for him but he didn’t pay attention.
Slowly he looked up from the table.
“A month ago, I made my debut in Japan. I tore it up with two of the best junior’s on this planet, and I came away victorious. It was my goal to prove that I can be more than 140 characters on Twitter. I can be more than a name that everyone knows. I can be more than controversy. That I can be a star. You? Tara Davidson. You may think this is good news for you, and maybe it’s not smart going public with all of this, but at the end of the day. You have a title, and I want it, and what better way to prove I deserve than to beat you, one on one.”
Bronx slid off of the table, gingerly moving on his knee, but once he took a few steps, he was walking as normal as he kicked his leg back and forth.
“I get called a lot of things in this business. I have people who only want to cheer for me when I’m going at the person they dislike. I have people who think I’m trash, but they only see the façade I put out there on the internet. I hope you aren’t one of those, Tara, because you’ll quickly learn that I’m one of the best that this business has to offer. In Japan, you can call me a junior, in the states I’ve won heavyweight titles, and when I get healthy again…I’ll win more. But the bottom line is this. The pain I feel in my back and knee when I get up every morning, is nothing compared to the pain I feel when I flip on my television and I see these great wrestlers with a championship and I realize that I don’t have one, and I may never have one again.”
He chuckled as he walked over to the window, it was a beautiful day. Usually he would be traveling, but he had stepped away from NGW, stepped away from 4CW because of his injuries, his body couldn’t keep up.
“So I guess to quote one of my favorite movies of all time…Pain don’t hurt. I’ll keep telling myself that going into this match with you Davidson, and I will just keep telling everyone what I keep telling myself, that’s: I’m out six months with a high ankle sprain.”
Bronx looked over with a wink.
He never liked doctors, even in his younger age he dreaded to go because it always meant something bad, so when Bronx Valescence got older—he never even went back for check-ups unless he had to go for a physical for a company, but here he was. Unable to shake the pain in his right knee, unable to shake the pain in his back. Every time it rained he felt his ankle hurt, he had taken a lot of punishment during his tour of 4CW, he hadn’t had longer than a week break since he had joined GIW which seemed like years ago.
The doctor paused, he had on a long white jacket and the plethora of x-rays in front of Bronx who sat on the edge of a table, and his legs kicking back and forth like a child. The doctor turned to the X-rays and looked over them some more, he pointed to the knee first, which by looking at it, Bronx had some swelling in the right knee, he pulled his black Nike athletic shorts down over it as if he was self-aware, that if the doctor seen it all of a sudden he wouldn’t be able to compete.
“Look, Mr. Valescence.”
Before the doctor could say anything Bronx cut him off.
“You can call me….Actually Mr. Valescence is fine, I like that.”
The doctor looked at him oddly before he continued, a red pen in his hand where he pointed out the problems on the X-rays before him.
“Well, okay then. In your knee. You have a tear in your MCL. Now, the good news about this is that it shouldn’t require any sort of surgery because the body is able to heal that on its own. The problem is it looks like you’ve been wrestling with it for a while now so it’s gone from a grade one, to a grade two. So you were looking about a week of recovery to probably a few weeks. It’s only a slight tear but it’s kind of like a rubber band, the longer it stretches, smaller tears will lead to bigger tears and…You get the picture.”
Bronx eyed the x-ray, a feeling of relief in his stomach as he nodded toward the other x-ray on the wall.
“Okay, what about that one.”
With a shift, the doctor pointed to the other blueish white film and pointed his red pen to the base of Bronx’s spine.
“Now over here, it looks like you’ve got a couple of slipped discs, now we can heal this with a brace, but again, it’s just going to take time. With both injuries you’re looking like you’re going to be out until at least June. You can’t fix this with physical therapy or anything else, it’s just going to take rest…”
Bronx looked down at the floor, in all honesty, he couldn’t afford to stay at home and rest, luckily he didn’t have a family, but he still had himself to take care of, still had a condo to pay for.
Not only that, but it was his ego. His ego kept him from just lying down like a dead dog. The doctor said some words, something about going to write a prescription for some braces and an air boot for him but he didn’t pay attention.
Slowly he looked up from the table.
“A month ago, I made my debut in Japan. I tore it up with two of the best junior’s on this planet, and I came away victorious. It was my goal to prove that I can be more than 140 characters on Twitter. I can be more than a name that everyone knows. I can be more than controversy. That I can be a star. You? Tara Davidson. You may think this is good news for you, and maybe it’s not smart going public with all of this, but at the end of the day. You have a title, and I want it, and what better way to prove I deserve than to beat you, one on one.”
Bronx slid off of the table, gingerly moving on his knee, but once he took a few steps, he was walking as normal as he kicked his leg back and forth.
“I get called a lot of things in this business. I have people who only want to cheer for me when I’m going at the person they dislike. I have people who think I’m trash, but they only see the façade I put out there on the internet. I hope you aren’t one of those, Tara, because you’ll quickly learn that I’m one of the best that this business has to offer. In Japan, you can call me a junior, in the states I’ve won heavyweight titles, and when I get healthy again…I’ll win more. But the bottom line is this. The pain I feel in my back and knee when I get up every morning, is nothing compared to the pain I feel when I flip on my television and I see these great wrestlers with a championship and I realize that I don’t have one, and I may never have one again.”
He chuckled as he walked over to the window, it was a beautiful day. Usually he would be traveling, but he had stepped away from NGW, stepped away from 4CW because of his injuries, his body couldn’t keep up.
“So I guess to quote one of my favorite movies of all time…Pain don’t hurt. I’ll keep telling myself that going into this match with you Davidson, and I will just keep telling everyone what I keep telling myself, that’s: I’m out six months with a high ankle sprain.”
Bronx looked over with a wink.
