Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2016 3:24:02 GMT
"Did I win?"
Arthur didn't know exactly where he was, but knew he had a match, and knew he wasn't in the ring now.
"Did you win? Is that a serious question?"
A doctor was looking him over in the back of the arena.
"Well, doc, I know I'm good, but I'm still modest. Seriously, though, I don't remember."
"You really shouldn't be wrestling anymore Mr. Thomas. You just fell asleep in the middle of the ring, AGAIN. You got put in a submission hold and if the referees weren't any better than they are he was likely to wait for you to wake up and tap instead of calling for the bell as you were unresponsive."
"Wait, so you're telling me I lost? Damn it!"
"Mr. Thomas, you have narcolepsy, you should be more worried about being alive than winning a match. Quit wrestling. You're not getting anywhere and you're going to end up in that right with some psycho who isn't going to stop. You're going to end up hurt."
Arthur lowered his head. He was in pain. Mental and physical pain. Maybe the doctor was right? Maybe it was for his own good to just give up and call it a day. How many years is he taking off his life wrestling with narcolepsy?
“I don't care. This is what I love, and I'd rather continue doing what I love than quit doing it and wonder what could have been. I just need to be better. I need to adapt. I can do this. I can't quit now! Besides, I'm already booked for another match, and I don't want to risk being sued. So I'm going to have to figure something out that doesn't involved quitting.”
“Yeah, well good luck with that.”
The doctor could only offer the correct advice, he couldn't force Arthur to accept it. It wasn't the doctor's funeral after all.
Arthur hopped off the exam room table and headed towards the shower to get ready.
“I've got to figure something out. It's clear I'm not terrible at this. But I have to find a way to stay awake! There has to be some legal drug I can take to keep awake. Maybe I should drink a bunch of caffeine right before the match? Yes! That's a great idea! I will just load myself up on Pepsi, right before my match with King. That should give me the kick I need to make it through a whole match. Win or lose it would be nice to know what happened instead of being told...”
This bright idea was exactly what the doctor didn't order but Arthur Thomas felt like a genius. What could possibly go wrong by drinking a ton of Pepsi before an sporting competition? Then again, can much else go wrong for Arthur Thomas?
Arthur didn't know exactly where he was, but knew he had a match, and knew he wasn't in the ring now.
"Did you win? Is that a serious question?"
A doctor was looking him over in the back of the arena.
"Well, doc, I know I'm good, but I'm still modest. Seriously, though, I don't remember."
"You really shouldn't be wrestling anymore Mr. Thomas. You just fell asleep in the middle of the ring, AGAIN. You got put in a submission hold and if the referees weren't any better than they are he was likely to wait for you to wake up and tap instead of calling for the bell as you were unresponsive."
"Wait, so you're telling me I lost? Damn it!"
"Mr. Thomas, you have narcolepsy, you should be more worried about being alive than winning a match. Quit wrestling. You're not getting anywhere and you're going to end up in that right with some psycho who isn't going to stop. You're going to end up hurt."
Arthur lowered his head. He was in pain. Mental and physical pain. Maybe the doctor was right? Maybe it was for his own good to just give up and call it a day. How many years is he taking off his life wrestling with narcolepsy?
“I don't care. This is what I love, and I'd rather continue doing what I love than quit doing it and wonder what could have been. I just need to be better. I need to adapt. I can do this. I can't quit now! Besides, I'm already booked for another match, and I don't want to risk being sued. So I'm going to have to figure something out that doesn't involved quitting.”
“Yeah, well good luck with that.”
The doctor could only offer the correct advice, he couldn't force Arthur to accept it. It wasn't the doctor's funeral after all.
Arthur hopped off the exam room table and headed towards the shower to get ready.
“I've got to figure something out. It's clear I'm not terrible at this. But I have to find a way to stay awake! There has to be some legal drug I can take to keep awake. Maybe I should drink a bunch of caffeine right before the match? Yes! That's a great idea! I will just load myself up on Pepsi, right before my match with King. That should give me the kick I need to make it through a whole match. Win or lose it would be nice to know what happened instead of being told...”
This bright idea was exactly what the doctor didn't order but Arthur Thomas felt like a genius. What could possibly go wrong by drinking a ton of Pepsi before an sporting competition? Then again, can much else go wrong for Arthur Thomas?
