Post by Noah Hanson on Jun 13, 2016 18:48:41 GMT -5
[Medics Room]
[Fight One 'Fuel The Flame 3' PPV]
[Time: My head is spinning and I couldn't tell you the time if you held a gun to my head.]
[Mood: See Above]
[Noah Fun Fact #236: Played Galaga for 9 straight hours]
[Now Playing on Spotify: 'La Isla Bonita' by Madonna]
“What the hell are you doing?” Noah yelled angrily as his head snapped to attention and he began pushing the medics hand away from his face. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Trying to get you to come around.” the medic explained. “You passed out once you got backstage, we needed to get you awake and then we can treat you and see what else we need to do for you.”
“I have a fucking match in Boardwalk on Thursday just fucking patch my ass up so I can go home for a few days and drink my ass under a table.” Noah barked as he saw blood all over his legs, he looked down strangely at the blood and then looked at the medic and his eyes narrowed. “Is that MY blood?”
“Yes.” the medic replied coldly as he started a few tests to make sure Noah had not received a concussion. After the medic was satisfied he got out his suture and began to close the wound on his head, Noah grimaces slightly and then the medic finally closes the wound and then applies some ointment to it and covers it with a bandage and then turns his attention to the back of Noah and sighs at the sight of nearly two dozen tacks imbedded in the back of the now former Fight One Outlaw champion. “Why are there so many thumbtacks in your back?”
Noah's eyes popped open oddly and then he turned slightly to look at the ref as if he is confused or befuddled by the question. “What are you think we are out there doing? We ain't fucking holding a god damn Betty Crocker fucking cookoff. The fucking nutball that they let in for my match brought all kinds of shit to the match, fucking stopped at Lowe's or something and just threw shit into his god damn sidebags on his bike. Why do you medics ask dumb fucking questions like that, I mean how the hell do I know why people shove fucking gerbils up their ass?”
“Well aren't we all pissy now?” Cassandra coldly barked as she walked in and shook her head at the sight of all the blood. “Yep you are right you might not make it to a chance to retire they might actually have to carry you out of the ring and one day it might just be in a bag not on a gurney.”
“Why do you even talk like that?” Noah asked as the medic pulled seven thumbtacks out and applied some peroxide to each one to help them not get infected. “You know that this is the way I do things, this is the way I live my life. I asked for the man to come and fight me and even though I didn't get pinned I still lost MY belt and that is what really pisses me off, that is what really makes my blood boil is that some dirty, filthy biker piece of shit took MY belt and left with it. And then to make matter worse I really don't get to make a plan to get my title back I have to get home for a few days and get ready to defend my NAW Legacy title against Alice Harris AND later this week I travel to Boardwalk to face the new Casino Champion Myris. I mean someone actually beat Claire Collins, I tried my damndest to beat the woman and came up short and now I have to face the man that was able to end her run as the champion WITH a sewn up head and puncture wounds all over my back. I mean you couldn't have give the man an easier first match as the new champion to prove himself against.”
“Are you listening to yourself?” Cassandra yelled at Noah and grabbed his chin and looked him firmly in the eyes. “You don't get to have a night off either, you go out there when you get to Atlantic City and you show the new champ why you are who you are and if he doesn't know you then you introduce yourself and then you get down to business.”
“You're cute when you try to be all forceful like that....” Noah said with a slight smile. “...but this match bothered me a bit I didn't think the challenge would bring in neanderthals to it. I really was hoping to bring some of the higher profile talent from across the world to Fight One not some knuckle dragging caveman.”
“Ok Noah you're all finished, you can leave now.” the medic said as he cleared Noah of a concussion and had finished treating his wound. “You might want to go to your own doctor in a few days and get the stitches looked at.”
“What about at the end of the week?” Noah asked. “Have matches in Scranton and Atlantic City this week was just wondering if it could wait.”
“Well....” the medic said trailing off as he looked over the chart. “...you might reopen the stitches if you take to many hits to the head, I mean I don't know what you are going to be in so I really can only warn you about busting the stitches open again.”
“Noted doc and thanks.” Noah said thanking the medic and shaking his hand as he climbed off the table. “Can I go and get changed now?” Noah barked as he started to hobble towards his dressing room. The couple made their way to the dressing room, Noah moving a bit slower than usual after the brutal hardcore match and was just trying to get to the dressing room and get home and try to get some rest.
“So what are you thinking about?” Cass asked her man as she slowly trudged along.
“Just thinking that I may have handed Alice Harris the Legacy title on a silver platter, gift wrapped with a nice red bow on top. This match was more brutal than I thought it would be, Strick really bought the plunder but if he thinks this is over then he has another thing coming I could give a shit how my times I get stapled, stitched or if I am in a god damn body cast. If I can drag my ass to Fight One I am going to do everything I can to get that damn belt back.”
“I know...” Cass muttered, she really hated hearing Noah talk like that, she knows that he is serious to, she knows that as long as there is air in his lungs he can and will do whatever it takes to get that belt back. She knows that he will keep competing as long as his body is still working and this was probably as close as any to his body actually falling apart. The match with Alice Harris, a sixty minute Iron match that could very well cause Noah to just die in the middle of the ring and then there is the match with the new Casino champion in Boardwalk, the life coach or CEO or whatever the fuck he is. Cass was a bit confused when she watched his promo earlier she wasn't confused about him being a fighter but whether or not was coaching a hockey team or if he was trying out for 'Shark Tank'. They finally get to the dressing room and Noah pushes the door open and sits down on the bench and lets out a loud 'sigh' and then starts to take his gear off.
“Did you hear how Myris was barking about how I like my steaks and the hotels I stay in. I don't even know the guy and he is already making things personal, what the hell did I do to guy? I mean I only know that he has won a few titles in Boardwalk and that he is about as seasoned as I am in the ring. But the man had to go out there and throw out how done I like my steak and he basically said I was sleeping in a god man Motel six and it wasn't my idea to be put up in that seedy place it was the management. I can't help they wanted to keep me under a hat and not let the surprise outta the hat. I don't even know he is even going back that far, if that is all he has then maybe he needs to go look in the 'Noah Hanson book of useable cliches” that everyone seems to want to use when they fight me. I mean I would have expected some Noah's Arc crap or maybe something about the pop group Hanson but he went to something that was bland, almost white bread.” Noah barked as he finally finished getting undressed and made his way to the shower.
Cass could see that he was a bit taken by the way the outlaw match turned out and the fact that his opponent in Boardwalk seemed to think so little of him. To sit there and talk down about the way he does things is just basically cheap and dirty. Noah really was trying to do things the right way and for someone like Myris, someone that has never even talked to Noah and he is already making judgment calls is just weird. The more she thought about the more she questioned the man that was able to beat Claire Collins and whether or not he is an upstanding person or not. And the more she thought about the more she didn't like him. After a while Noah appeared from the shower, his hair wet and bruises are now starting to appear and they cause Cass to grimace slightly and she hands Noah a pair of jeans and a Led Zepplin shirt. He grabs the clothes and then sits on the bench and gets dressed.
“Did you see all the garbage that Myris spouted about me?' Noah growled. “He sounded so fucking generic, like he really was just trying to put stuff out there that he took off NoahHanson.com I mean it was all the stuff that is readily out there. I don't know much about the man, I am not going to shit on him just for the sake of trying to get the man pissed off what would be the point of that. What I am going to say is that Myris did something that few people have done. He beat Claire Collins, something that I tried my damdest to do and fell short. I look at that feat and I have to tip my hat to the man cause what he did is next to incredible. If I wasn't a little offended by the way he bitched about my choice of doneness of my steak or where I was staying that WASN'T MY CHOOSING! I was more then prepared to just come out and give you all the fucking kudos that you deserve Myris, all I can say now is that I hope the staff gave you something other than the belt because you deserve it, you deserve to have dinner bought for you or maybe a nice bouquet of flowers something to signify what an accomplishment you performed. He said he wants to make a bold statement to the roster and you also are going to make a statement to me. Great...i was hoping that you would get to that, I was really just waiting for you to finally get to that point to where like some sort of evil villain kinda like Doctor Evil from the Austin Powers franchise you might as well tried to ransom the match for ONE MILLION DOLLARS. So you are going to tell everyone that it will be a while before I get a shot? OK cool because I HAVE NEVER ASKED FOR ONE SINCE I GOT HERE. God damn you'd think that people would get it in their god damn heads that I don't give a shit about if or when I get title opportunities but go ahead make that claim and make sure you tell Pettis too because I am sure he loves it when his roster tells them who gets what and when.”
Noah finally was starting to get pissed, granted it was at nothing in general but the fact that he is finally getting fired up for the next couple matches shows that the adrenaline from the Outlaw title match is finally wearing off.
“Great you have a long line of challengers, awesome probably starts with the person you took the title from and I get it that you think you need to spell everything out for all the fans in Boardwalk but you know what I don't give two shits about what you want to prove to the rest of Boardwalk. Hell I could give a rats ass about what you want to prove to your mom, I know that you are going to be a fighting champion and I would expect nothing less, you want a fight and well when we meet this week you'll get your first chance to prove to all those detractors that you think you need to prove everything. I am sorry that I will not be at full strength, you deserve a fighter at one hundred percent but I can promise you this buddy I hope that you hit me with everything you got. You want to prove something to the fans, the staff and to the rest of the full time roster then On Xtra when you see me bandaged and beaten you will get your fucking chance to prove it.” Noah barked as he grabbed his ear bag and started slowly making his way to the door.
“You ok?” Cass asked Noah as they walked down the aisle to his waiting limo.
“Fine.” Noah sternly replied. “Just that I love it when people want to make a point to others at MY expense, you want a fight? Great come and get it, you want to try and make a point, fine come and make the damn point as the immortal Al Bundy used to say...”
“Let's Rock...”
The scene ends with Noah and Cass getting to their waiting limo and the scene fading to black.
[Fight One 'Fuel The Flame 3' PPV]
[Time: My head is spinning and I couldn't tell you the time if you held a gun to my head.]
[Mood: See Above]
[Noah Fun Fact #236: Played Galaga for 9 straight hours]
[Now Playing on Spotify: 'La Isla Bonita' by Madonna]
“What the hell are you doing?” Noah yelled angrily as his head snapped to attention and he began pushing the medics hand away from his face. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Trying to get you to come around.” the medic explained. “You passed out once you got backstage, we needed to get you awake and then we can treat you and see what else we need to do for you.”
“I have a fucking match in Boardwalk on Thursday just fucking patch my ass up so I can go home for a few days and drink my ass under a table.” Noah barked as he saw blood all over his legs, he looked down strangely at the blood and then looked at the medic and his eyes narrowed. “Is that MY blood?”
“Yes.” the medic replied coldly as he started a few tests to make sure Noah had not received a concussion. After the medic was satisfied he got out his suture and began to close the wound on his head, Noah grimaces slightly and then the medic finally closes the wound and then applies some ointment to it and covers it with a bandage and then turns his attention to the back of Noah and sighs at the sight of nearly two dozen tacks imbedded in the back of the now former Fight One Outlaw champion. “Why are there so many thumbtacks in your back?”
Noah's eyes popped open oddly and then he turned slightly to look at the ref as if he is confused or befuddled by the question. “What are you think we are out there doing? We ain't fucking holding a god damn Betty Crocker fucking cookoff. The fucking nutball that they let in for my match brought all kinds of shit to the match, fucking stopped at Lowe's or something and just threw shit into his god damn sidebags on his bike. Why do you medics ask dumb fucking questions like that, I mean how the hell do I know why people shove fucking gerbils up their ass?”
“Well aren't we all pissy now?” Cassandra coldly barked as she walked in and shook her head at the sight of all the blood. “Yep you are right you might not make it to a chance to retire they might actually have to carry you out of the ring and one day it might just be in a bag not on a gurney.”
“Why do you even talk like that?” Noah asked as the medic pulled seven thumbtacks out and applied some peroxide to each one to help them not get infected. “You know that this is the way I do things, this is the way I live my life. I asked for the man to come and fight me and even though I didn't get pinned I still lost MY belt and that is what really pisses me off, that is what really makes my blood boil is that some dirty, filthy biker piece of shit took MY belt and left with it. And then to make matter worse I really don't get to make a plan to get my title back I have to get home for a few days and get ready to defend my NAW Legacy title against Alice Harris AND later this week I travel to Boardwalk to face the new Casino Champion Myris. I mean someone actually beat Claire Collins, I tried my damndest to beat the woman and came up short and now I have to face the man that was able to end her run as the champion WITH a sewn up head and puncture wounds all over my back. I mean you couldn't have give the man an easier first match as the new champion to prove himself against.”
“Are you listening to yourself?” Cassandra yelled at Noah and grabbed his chin and looked him firmly in the eyes. “You don't get to have a night off either, you go out there when you get to Atlantic City and you show the new champ why you are who you are and if he doesn't know you then you introduce yourself and then you get down to business.”
“You're cute when you try to be all forceful like that....” Noah said with a slight smile. “...but this match bothered me a bit I didn't think the challenge would bring in neanderthals to it. I really was hoping to bring some of the higher profile talent from across the world to Fight One not some knuckle dragging caveman.”
“Ok Noah you're all finished, you can leave now.” the medic said as he cleared Noah of a concussion and had finished treating his wound. “You might want to go to your own doctor in a few days and get the stitches looked at.”
“What about at the end of the week?” Noah asked. “Have matches in Scranton and Atlantic City this week was just wondering if it could wait.”
“Well....” the medic said trailing off as he looked over the chart. “...you might reopen the stitches if you take to many hits to the head, I mean I don't know what you are going to be in so I really can only warn you about busting the stitches open again.”
“Noted doc and thanks.” Noah said thanking the medic and shaking his hand as he climbed off the table. “Can I go and get changed now?” Noah barked as he started to hobble towards his dressing room. The couple made their way to the dressing room, Noah moving a bit slower than usual after the brutal hardcore match and was just trying to get to the dressing room and get home and try to get some rest.
“So what are you thinking about?” Cass asked her man as she slowly trudged along.
“Just thinking that I may have handed Alice Harris the Legacy title on a silver platter, gift wrapped with a nice red bow on top. This match was more brutal than I thought it would be, Strick really bought the plunder but if he thinks this is over then he has another thing coming I could give a shit how my times I get stapled, stitched or if I am in a god damn body cast. If I can drag my ass to Fight One I am going to do everything I can to get that damn belt back.”
“I know...” Cass muttered, she really hated hearing Noah talk like that, she knows that he is serious to, she knows that as long as there is air in his lungs he can and will do whatever it takes to get that belt back. She knows that he will keep competing as long as his body is still working and this was probably as close as any to his body actually falling apart. The match with Alice Harris, a sixty minute Iron match that could very well cause Noah to just die in the middle of the ring and then there is the match with the new Casino champion in Boardwalk, the life coach or CEO or whatever the fuck he is. Cass was a bit confused when she watched his promo earlier she wasn't confused about him being a fighter but whether or not was coaching a hockey team or if he was trying out for 'Shark Tank'. They finally get to the dressing room and Noah pushes the door open and sits down on the bench and lets out a loud 'sigh' and then starts to take his gear off.
“Did you hear how Myris was barking about how I like my steaks and the hotels I stay in. I don't even know the guy and he is already making things personal, what the hell did I do to guy? I mean I only know that he has won a few titles in Boardwalk and that he is about as seasoned as I am in the ring. But the man had to go out there and throw out how done I like my steak and he basically said I was sleeping in a god man Motel six and it wasn't my idea to be put up in that seedy place it was the management. I can't help they wanted to keep me under a hat and not let the surprise outta the hat. I don't even know he is even going back that far, if that is all he has then maybe he needs to go look in the 'Noah Hanson book of useable cliches” that everyone seems to want to use when they fight me. I mean I would have expected some Noah's Arc crap or maybe something about the pop group Hanson but he went to something that was bland, almost white bread.” Noah barked as he finally finished getting undressed and made his way to the shower.
Cass could see that he was a bit taken by the way the outlaw match turned out and the fact that his opponent in Boardwalk seemed to think so little of him. To sit there and talk down about the way he does things is just basically cheap and dirty. Noah really was trying to do things the right way and for someone like Myris, someone that has never even talked to Noah and he is already making judgment calls is just weird. The more she thought about the more she questioned the man that was able to beat Claire Collins and whether or not he is an upstanding person or not. And the more she thought about the more she didn't like him. After a while Noah appeared from the shower, his hair wet and bruises are now starting to appear and they cause Cass to grimace slightly and she hands Noah a pair of jeans and a Led Zepplin shirt. He grabs the clothes and then sits on the bench and gets dressed.
“Did you see all the garbage that Myris spouted about me?' Noah growled. “He sounded so fucking generic, like he really was just trying to put stuff out there that he took off NoahHanson.com I mean it was all the stuff that is readily out there. I don't know much about the man, I am not going to shit on him just for the sake of trying to get the man pissed off what would be the point of that. What I am going to say is that Myris did something that few people have done. He beat Claire Collins, something that I tried my damdest to do and fell short. I look at that feat and I have to tip my hat to the man cause what he did is next to incredible. If I wasn't a little offended by the way he bitched about my choice of doneness of my steak or where I was staying that WASN'T MY CHOOSING! I was more then prepared to just come out and give you all the fucking kudos that you deserve Myris, all I can say now is that I hope the staff gave you something other than the belt because you deserve it, you deserve to have dinner bought for you or maybe a nice bouquet of flowers something to signify what an accomplishment you performed. He said he wants to make a bold statement to the roster and you also are going to make a statement to me. Great...i was hoping that you would get to that, I was really just waiting for you to finally get to that point to where like some sort of evil villain kinda like Doctor Evil from the Austin Powers franchise you might as well tried to ransom the match for ONE MILLION DOLLARS. So you are going to tell everyone that it will be a while before I get a shot? OK cool because I HAVE NEVER ASKED FOR ONE SINCE I GOT HERE. God damn you'd think that people would get it in their god damn heads that I don't give a shit about if or when I get title opportunities but go ahead make that claim and make sure you tell Pettis too because I am sure he loves it when his roster tells them who gets what and when.”
Noah finally was starting to get pissed, granted it was at nothing in general but the fact that he is finally getting fired up for the next couple matches shows that the adrenaline from the Outlaw title match is finally wearing off.
“Great you have a long line of challengers, awesome probably starts with the person you took the title from and I get it that you think you need to spell everything out for all the fans in Boardwalk but you know what I don't give two shits about what you want to prove to the rest of Boardwalk. Hell I could give a rats ass about what you want to prove to your mom, I know that you are going to be a fighting champion and I would expect nothing less, you want a fight and well when we meet this week you'll get your first chance to prove to all those detractors that you think you need to prove everything. I am sorry that I will not be at full strength, you deserve a fighter at one hundred percent but I can promise you this buddy I hope that you hit me with everything you got. You want to prove something to the fans, the staff and to the rest of the full time roster then On Xtra when you see me bandaged and beaten you will get your fucking chance to prove it.” Noah barked as he grabbed his ear bag and started slowly making his way to the door.
“You ok?” Cass asked Noah as they walked down the aisle to his waiting limo.
“Fine.” Noah sternly replied. “Just that I love it when people want to make a point to others at MY expense, you want a fight? Great come and get it, you want to try and make a point, fine come and make the damn point as the immortal Al Bundy used to say...”
“Let's Rock...”
The scene ends with Noah and Cass getting to their waiting limo and the scene fading to black.