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Stevo Visits the Hospital; Showdown 2
Topic Started: Jul 20 2008, 07:03 PM (229 Views)
Psyko Stevo
The Best Around
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*As the cameras come into focus we see the words "University Medical Center" etched in stone. The cameras then pan out and we're presented with the largest hospital near the strip in all of Las Vegas. There are cars pulling around the circular drive, letting people off to visit loved ones, as well and picking them up from hospital admittances. The cameras zoom past all of this though and take us inside the hospital where we see a group of doctors and nurses congregated in a circle. In the center of the circle we see the former two time sVo World Heavywight Champion and all around wresting superstar, Psyko Stevo. Stevo has a smile on his face as he signs some autographs for those nearest to him. A tall men, standing to the right of the Psyko One, starts to speak up.*

Man: All right everyone, enough visiting time, back to work!

*The crowd disperses, mostly smiles as they move along on their way and Stevo extends his right hand, shaking the hand of the tall man next to him.*

Stevo: Thank you again for giving me this opportunity Ron. I can't wait to start spreading my message to your patients.

*Ron, the director of the hospital, looks at Stevo with a bit of curiosity.*

Ron: Your message? What exactly is your message again?

Stevo: Ron, it's just about being the very best person you can be... about not letting obstacles get in your way towards success and happiness.

Ron: Oh... well that sounds harmless enough.

Stevo: I bring a message of hope Ron...

*Stevo faces get pretty intense as he starts to open up about his past.*

Stevo: You know, I wasn't brought up in a good atmosphere. I was adopted by a horrible man, pretty much kicked out and forced to fend for myself... traveled the world, made every mistake possible. Then one day though, it all just clicked... I just got it. For a lot of years now, I've been holding it inside... hording my knowledge. But now, I just feel like the world needs an inspiring messanger, and I'm ready to be that man.

*Ron's face lights up a bit as Stevo finishes speaking.*

Ron: Well, feel free to wander around pretty much anywhere you want... just make sure you listen to doctors orders, and stay out of the doors marked private, don't want you stumbling into an actual operating theatre or anything on accident.

Stevo: No problem Ron, I can take care of myself. Believe it or not, as a decades long veteran of professional wrestling... I've actually found myself in quite a few hospitals over the years.

*Stevo winks at Ron and he smiles.*

Ron: All right, well you can take care of yourself then. If you need anything, I'll either be making my rounds and you can flag down a nurse, or I'll be in my office taking care of general paperwork.

Stevo: Sounds great.

*Stevo once again shakes Ron's hand and as the director walks away, he smiles. After Ron leaves the scene though, he shakes his head negatively.*

Stevo: Hmm... he seems to be making the most out of his life, maybe this wasn't the best place to come... oh well, let's see what awaits us.

*Stevo walks down a hallway and comes to the hospital directory. As he eyeballs the map he dismisses many locations right off the bat.*

Stevo: Outpatient services... no. Radiology... nah. X-ray technicians room... no dice.

*Stevo's eyes finally light up as a catches a listing that is both close and practicial towards his message spreading philosophy.*

Stevo: Physical rehabilitation, perfect!

*Stevo zooms off down the hall and as he does we hear a voice moaning from inside one of the rooms. Stevo peeks into the room and we see a middle aged man with a bunch of machines hooked up to him. Stevo ducks inside the room, and picks up the mans chart off the wall.*

Stevo: Let's see here... multiple stitches, mild concussion, cracked rib... hmm, nothing too out of the ordinary.

*Stevo walks over to the man and as he peers down at him, the man lets out a scream.*

Stevo: Relax, it's Stevo... your messenger.

*The man muffles out some more screams, but finally calms down.*

Stevo: So, chart says your name is... Michael, is this correct?

Michael: Y-yes... who are you?

Stevo: Ah, the medication must be going to your head. I'm the greatest wrestler on the planet, Psyko Stevo.

Michael: Wha-who-wa----you're Psyko Stevo?

Stevo: Sure am.

Michael: I just always thought you would be... bigger.

Stevo: Nah, this is me. So what are you in here for Michael?

*Michael winces in pain as he thinks about the cause of his hospitalization.*

Michael: Well... riding my motorcycle, hit a patch of gravel, flipped over the handlebars... concussion they said, some sitches I guess...

Stevo: And a cracked rib, right it's all on the chart. I see it.

Michael: Well you asked...

Stevo: Yes, yes sorry.

*Stevo sighs as he looks down at Michael.*

Stevo: Why were you screaming out in pain earlier Michael?

Michael: Man, it hurts like bitch... it just fucking kills and...

Stevo: Watch your language please.

Michael: Oh... um... sorry?

Stevo: Continue.

Michael: It just hurts man, that's all.

*Stevo smiles a mocking smile.*

Stevo: You sure about that?

Michael: What the hell are you talking about? Of course Im sure, my heads all fuzzy and my damn rib is broke!

Stevo: It's just strange, you know? I mean when I'm walking down the hall you are crying out in agony, but now you're having a conversation with me.

*Michaels face starts to turn a bit red and he grabs his head with his free hand, wincing in pain.*

Michael: I'm not faking it... it really hurts.

Stevo: Huh... sure.

Michael: What's wrong with you?

Stevo: You just remind me of someone...

Michael: Who?

Stevo: Oh, this opponent I'm facing tomorrow. I roughed him up a little, but he'll live. Does he take it like a man though? No, he sits in the hospital, milking the attention for all so called fans to see. One of the female wrestlers pays him a visit and he seems like the sickest little puppy at the shelter... thing is though, he just had a few stitches and mild concussion. injuries really aren't that bad... he's booked and cleared to compete in the main event this week. Funny though, when you saw him on television it looked like he was about to die.

Michael: I'm telling you man, it hurts.

*Stevo rises to his feet as a crazed look overcomes him.*

Stevo: You want to know what pain is, Michael? Pain isn't a mild concussion and some stiches... that's discomfort, at best. Pain is getting half your god damn face blown off by C4 in a country with subpar medical facilites. Pain is getting a skin graph without antheseia... that's pain.

*Michael's face turns a crimson red as Stevo continues.*

Stevo: Pain is gettin ciggarettes put out on your arm and neck when you're an eight year old boy and don't know if you're doing something wrong, or if your father is just a sadistic asshole.

*Stevo pauses, some sanity returning to his face.*

Stevo: I'm sorry... it's just... that's pain. What you're going through Michael, is temporary discomfort. A week from now, your stitches will come out. A month from now, your ribs will feel fine, a year from now you'll barely even remember what you were feeling today.

Michael: I don't know, I guess I didn't think of it that way...

Stevo: You know Michael, you're lucky. I can barely even feel pain these days.

Michael: Why?

*Stevo places his hand to his face and runs his fingertips over his surgically repaired skin.*

Stevo: No nerve endings in my face anymore... few left anywhere on my body really. When my girlfriend touches me, I have to pretend like I feel something. When my child gives me a hug, I have to pretend like I know what it feels like... you want to talk about pain Michael... that's pain.

Michael: I... well...

*Stevo walks towards the door, placing Michael's chart up on it's rightful place. He looks back at the young man before smiling.*

Stevo: Instead of cursing what you do feel... why don't you just appreciate the fact that you can feel it at all. Instead of wasting your breath crying for nurses or anyone who can hear you... why don't you just get in touch with who you really are. Don't milk it Michael, you're better then that. When real pain comes, then you can cry about it, but trust me.. when that happens, you won't even want too.

*Stevo walks out of the room and as he does so, we hear silence from the inside of the room Michael is lying in. Stevo continues his walk down the hallway and a smile comes over his face.*

Stevo: Another soul saved... another man who finally understands the message. Now... time to slap some rehab patients in the face... with knowledge.

*The cameras fade to black as Stevo continues walking down the hallway towards the physiacal rehabilitation wing of the hospital.*
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"The Best Around"

sVo Titles:
- Former sVo World Heavyweight Champion (x2)
- Former sVo International Champion (x1)

Awards:
- Wrestler of the Year (2007)
- Feud of the Year (2007 w/ Mike Polowy)

Status:
once again... back in retirement
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