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A Doctor's Visit; Char dev/News about Massacre
Topic Started: Dec 14 2009, 01:11 AM (116 Views)
Victor Quinn

-As he sat on the cold, metal table, Victor Quinn couldn't help himself but look around. The office was very cold in general, and not only temperature. From the drab walls with the flat green tones to very industrial metal sheen from the various tools and instruments. The only real thing in the entire place that gave it warmth was one of those motivational posters. The little kitten clings to a wire while the caption smugly reads "Hang In There".-

[Quinn] "Easier said than done."

-Quinn smirks trying to rationalize just how such a cheap, cliche could fit into his complicated world of plans, solutions, enemies, and in general him beings probably the most hated man in Championship Wrestling Federation. Oh sure, that clown with the bad dye job and Dr. Seuss lyrics makes some of the so called "good people's" blood boil, but when you really think about it, only Victor Quinn has managed to turn every faction in CWF against him. Just as his mind starts to whirl around that concept, the doctor comes in.-

[Doc] "Ah Victor. How are we feeling today?"

[Quinn] "Sore as hell. I can barely breathe at night. I think something is wrong with my ribs or back doc."

[Doc] "Well, I surmised that already."

-The doctor frowns as he looks at the crudely wrapped middle section of the former CWF World Champion. Even with the multiple layers, a few bruises are still visible.-

[Doc] "I should go check on that urine analysis. Hopefully its done by now."

[Quinn] "I thought it was weird you had me piss in a cup. I am all natural."

[Doc] "No, no, no sir. We are just testing for any traces of blood in your urine. Its one thing to crack a rib or have some bruising, but we need to be sure your organs were not damaged. I will be right back,"

[Quinn] "Great."

-As he exited, Quinn's mind eventually drifted back to the "home" he fought so hard to return to. CWF wasn't the same anymore. Everyone had a scheme, a plan, or at least some ally whispering into their ear with one of their own. It wasn't about winning titles or being a legend to most of them anymore, it was about how one faction could cripple the other.


The Enterprise wants his head for being their former leader. Bringing his hide to Rish would be the ultimate present for the asshole owner who has nearly anything. Besides, him nearly crippling Starr and then beating yet another member of their group has to be pissing them off. Quinn loved it and hated it at the same time. There was a sick fascination with poking a hornets nest when he was a kid. Of course, when they came at him and things got unfunny, he would stomp them out...


Then of course the Cyndicate. Chaolin Sahn and his always changing group of thugs, morons, and piss ants. They barely know who is with them or against them one week to the next, yet those assholes constantly target Victor. They may be pathetic, dishonorable, and a million other things, but he had to love the flattery he got from them. The ultimate opportunistic group believes shooting down Victor's star would launch them and get them a grain of respect beating down the Angel's of the world just doesn't bring. He loved them and hated them at the same time. It would be a sheer travesty if Rish's bunch of merry underachievers finally got their shit straight.


..Then the doctor comes back shaking his head with a clipboard. He sits down on chair that seems randomly tall for no reason. Quinn tries to snap his mind back to the present.-


[Doc] "Well Mr. Quinn, you may have sustained a great deal of injury and pain, but thankfully, your organs seem to be okay for now. Now, you really should take better care of yourself, this is the only body you have."

-Quinn rolls his eyes, remembering the same words from some shotty "ring doctor" his second match into the career as he was bleeding profusely from a staple gun.-

[Doc] "Hey now Victor, this could be serious. You have a kid you got to think about."

-In his mind, he had already grabbed the doctor by the throat and pinned him against that shitty metal cabinet and gotten his face while his eyes popped from their sockets, but Quinn forces a sarcastic smile.-

[Quinn] "Easy Doc. If I didn't know any better, I would be saying you are trying to cloud my personal life with my work life. That would be like me telling you to wrap it up next time you want to "miss the hole" and take the dirt road home when you are behind that cute little secretary of yours."

[Doc] "Wha.. What do you mean?"

[Quinn] "Don't act so hurt Doc, acting like you have feelings and emotions falls more into my line of work and my life."

[Doc] "How dare you!"

[Quinn] "How dare I? How dare you cheat on your lovely little milf of a housewife. I bet she is pretty lonely with that tyke of yours running loose while daddy is "working late" again. Of course, you probably have moved past just fucking in here right? Betty in there likes it in a hot tub."

-The doctor gathers his paperwork, and begins trying to hurry in a rush, but Quinn's stern voice wants the last word.-

[Quinn] "How do you think I found you? Betty is an old "fan" of mine. Of course, in these parts, people say groupie, but honestly, she is more dignified than that. She told me how great you were....As a doctor. Don't fret Doctor Atkins, we all have demons, that's one reason I decided to choose you. Now please, finish your work so I can carry on my business this upcoming week."

[Doc] "Mr. Quinn, at this point and time, I medically deny you from partaking in any activities in your line of work. Your injuries are too great."

[Quinn] "Shit. That rules me out this week...Unless you are lying just to get back at me, but of course you wouldn't do that, would you Atkins? After all, a few mailed photos and well placed phone calls are always plausible. Hey, I wonder if your wife likes revenge sex with well toned, good looking athletes.."

-Quinn loved driving the stake into his doctor's heart. It wasn't entirely sadism on his part, he HAD to get into Dr. Atkins' emotions, heart, and head, they had much more in the future than just a check up on bruised ribs. It was just the beginning, of course that is if he can keep The Insurgency at bay. From top to bottom, a group of people either hating him for how good he is, or making shit up just to give the fans a reason to loathe him. A bully? Can't be any worse than forcing down those sloppy and weak internet-like jokes and words down everyone's throat. Quinn shutters at the thought of hearing Omega speak to him again, but then his mind finds Angel and Cain. The two members of the group who hate him on the competitive front. Victor knows he has become Cain's unicorn and really last true hurdle in his illustrious career. Most broken down athletes want a trophy to end their careers, and it seems dear Cain wants Quinn out cold for at least three seconds...

[Quinn] "Ugh, why I am still here?"

-He heads out of the office, this time promising himself to finally quit zoning out, especially of hordes of people who can't touch him on their best day in the ring. That, of course brings a smile back to his face.-
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