Post by ΒΑЯЯЕԼ on May 23, 2016 19:17:00 GMT -6
**IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWING UNSTOPPABLE**
"How bad is it?"
"Looks like a sprain, mild one I'd say. No ligament damage."
Two metal catering carts used to wheel food around was placed together to act as an examining table for Barrel's incredibly long right leg. During the match with Silas Romero, Barrel felt his leg give out under him and it nearly cost him the IMPURE Championship but he fought through it and despite not getting the victory due to the self imposed 10 minute time limit, it was called a draw. The title remained with The Big Badass but Barrel knew sooner or later Romero would come knocking again and this time, there'd be no excuses.
"Am I good to go for the next show? What's going on there?"
The doctor in charge of looking over the injury wasn't Dr. Vic- IC3's head physician, rather someone that Frankie paid good money to for honest observations in Dr. Julian Gibbs; a native D.C. guy. Gibbs was pushing 70 but was one of the better doctors Frankie could get to Missouri every other week to match MSW's schedule and someone he trusted.
"I'd say no but you wouldn't listen to me anyway. You're gonna need to take it easy if you're gonna try and make it to Unstoppable if need-be, I'd suggest you keep pressure off of your knee and use the R.I.C.E treatment. Rest.. Ice.. Compress.. Elevate."
**knock, knock**
The Capital Crew had indeed barricaded themselves off from the rest of the MSW guys in the back, their section was extremely tough to get into due to the fencing that Frankie and Barrel had put up to keep intruders out. Theo added that they should get a gunpowder fed Rottweiler latched to the front of the gate to keep people away but Danny Taylor was allergic to dogs so that had to be thrown out. Barrel and Dr. Gibbs looked toward the door as a younger guy, no older than 24 with a black polo shirt on and the yellow MSW logo on the left chest popped his head in.
"Excuse me.. Barrel? I've got a note here from Mr. Cornelius for you."
The extended sigh that Barrel let off mixed with the absolute look of disgust across his face spoke volumes on how he felt about IC3. Motioning for the note, the man placed it in Barrel's hand before letting it go and jogging off.
"Now he's got kids running notes for him, this guy is a modern day saint ain't he?"
As Dr. Gibbs laughed at Barrel's remark, he had turned around and placed his attention elsewhere allowing Barrel to open the note and at first.. read it silently. His face went a light shade of red for a moment before he tilted his head back and looked up at the ceiling- biting at the corner of his bottom lip and crumpled the paper in his hand and tossed it to the side as just like that, the big man stood up and put his right hand through the drywall of the back. With a thunderous roar, Barrel ripped his arm from the area causing Dr. Gibbs to jump in fear as Barrel was ANGRY.
"WHOA BARREL! DON'T PUT PRESSURE ON YOUR LEG!"
"SHUT UP OLD MAN!"
Gibbs knew better than to try and argue with a 325lbs. raging giant. Looking around the room- he spotted the camera that was fixed on him and grabbed the lense and yanked it with ease. As the camera man flung forward, Barrel sat down again and pointed at the handler behind the equipment-
"You film everything that I'm about to say. If anything gets cut off, I'm going to track you down and break you in half.. you got me!? I said do you understand me!?"
The camera man nodded his head as Barrel looked straight into the camera.
"It never ends with you does it Cornelius? You can't admit failure, you gotta keep chuggin' along like some half-baked train! You can't just let it go, you've gotta be persistent and up until now I've been fine with that. We knew it'd take a while for you to come to grips with the fact that Missouri State Wrestling belongs to The Capital Crew. We gave you enough time to get over it but you're in denial and any other time I'd find it funny but right now you're just pissing me off. You wanna stack the deck against the dealers?! You think YOU'RE the house in this casino?! Well pal, if that's your thought process you've got it ALL wrong!"
Barrel's voice boomed, MSW had yet to see him in this manner. The usual cool, calm and collected turned into a snappy, angry almost unstable near seven foot bomb.. and IC3 had set him off.
"Listen to me you little weasel you're not gonna win, you're never gonna win. You think by pulling these stunts that you're gaining an advantage or picking up on our trail!? You don't got it in you to go to war with us and I don't care if you stack the whole god-damned roster against us we'll knock'em all down and keep running it! You tried it with Duke Andrews.. how's that going for you? You tried it with TJ Bryce- where's he at? Logan Brock!? Silas Romero!? Christian Michaels.. Javen.. your boy-toy Tommy Montana they.. all.. failed. What makes you think this is gonna be any different?!"
Crumpling the paper even more, Barrel whipped it at the camera.
"You tried to strike when the iron's hot, eh? Good luck there, I could have thrown my back out but I'd still rip through whatever stupid-ass obstacles you wanna put in front of me. It's not even the fact that you want me to face Chris Williams for the IMPURE Title at the next Unstoppable, it's your punkass little stipulations. I thought we sobered you up from your powerdrunk ways, I guess not."
Dr. Gibbs tried to intervene feeling Barrel's mood shift but The Big Badass held his hand out- silently telling Gibbs.. "no."
"So Williams, you think you're gonna capitalize on my knee being jacked up? You think you're gonna be the one that takes me down and keeps me there? I've got news for you buddy, it ain't happening. I get it that you're still pissed that Kaiser beat you for the trophy at the time, it's a whole new ball-game now. Gone are the days where a punch will get you in trouble, it's welcomed. And with the way I'm feeling now you're damn right I'm going to hit you upside the head! Whether you know it or not, IC3 is using you as a test dummy. He wants to see how far you can take me before you inevitably fail and I knock you off just like the rest of'em. Come Unstoppable I'm not going to let Cornelius' stupid "precautions" dictate what happens to you, I don't follow the rules of a weak tyrant. I'm going to do things my way- just as I always do- so if you were banking on that saving your ass from what's gonna happen.. you better re-evaluate your approach."
"What precautions?"
From the side Gibbs chimed in as Barrel shook his head.
"Because I refused to let his crooked doctor check my leg out he says effective immediately he's placing a ban on The Steel Screwdriver. He can't risk "personal injury" due to me being stubborn. It's more like I don't want that quack trying to Artemis Kaiser me to appease his pencil-necked boss."
"WHAT?! BULL! He can have his medical license revoked!"
"It's OK Doc, this won't slow me down. I won't let it. IC3 wants to try and punish us still, he's gonna keep stacking everything he has against us. If not Romero- it's Williams and so be it. Williams is gonna have to fall on his sword for his boss 'cause I for damn sure ain't gonna let them win. Hurt or not I'm going to put a hurting on Chris Williams to teach not just him- but his boss a lesson. And as far as that little "stip" goes, IC3?"
For the first time of Barrel being on-screen, that grin appeared as he shrugged.
"A five thousand dollar fine for the first offense.. Could be doubled for repeated behavior, huh?"
Barrel nodded and shot the camera a thumbs up.
"Cool. Punishable by criminal negligence? I see Eyebrows Varano is back at it. You think this gives MSW a reason to celebrate The Capital Crew's struggles.. all you're doing is leaving me with more reason to want to crush you and erase you from existence."
Standing once again, Barrel put very little pressure on his right knee as he pointed at the camera again.
"Chris- it's no different from what I told Silas. Bring everything you've got.. make sure to not forget the kitchen sink too."
And just like that the scene cut to black.