The Redemption of Jimmy Allen(The Final Chapter)
[Australia - Post-Evolution, Trainers room]
I felt the thick gauge hypodermic needle as it penetrated the flesh around my knee. It’s probably the closest I’ve ever felt to what it must feel like to get stabbed. Within a few moments though, I could feel the pressure and pain lessen. Not a lot but it was an improvement over what I had gone thru during the match. I look up and see Doctor Leggett study the contents of the sirenge and then dispose of it.
Dr. Leggett: Not a great sign Jimmy.
I arch an eyebrow and see him looking down at my knee. He had completely drained off the fluid but already it was trying to build back up again.
Jimmy Allen: Fuck me. Not this again.
This catches the Doctor off balance, from the look on his face I know he has questions.
Dr. Leggett: Again? You’ve gone thru this before?
I allow a deep sigh escape me and nod my head in resignation.
Jimmy Allen: Yeah, the last time I was in the ring with Ken, but we were on the same side for that one. I had gotten chop blocked. We had the fluid drained off three times that first night. It was less over the next couple of days.
I watch as he prepares a fresh hypodermic needle.
Jimmy Allen: It didn’t require surgery, it’s one of those freakish things that only happens every so often.
Dr. Leggett goes back to work, draining the fluid off again. I grunt again, and try my best not to scream again. He finally finishes up.
Dr. Leggett: I want you to have an MRI done on this as soon as possible. We need to make sure there is not any structural damage.
I nod my head, agreeing with what he’s saying.
Jimmy Allen: My assumption is that you think that there is structural damage.
Dr. Leggett: I’m be frank with you, I’d be shocked if there wasn’t.
I begin to laugh at his statement.
Dr. Leggett: Surely you don’t find anything funny in all of this?
I howl in laughter at the poor doctor and his “airplane” references that were not intended. He finally gets it and face palms.
Dr. Leggett: I’m getting too old for this shit.
Now a lethal weapon reference? Again I laugh, causing the good doctor to begin turning red. It takes a minute but I finally compose myself.
Jimmy Allen: You sir are a good sport, thank you.
[Still in Australia - days later]
I had been in and out of the emergency room to get my knee drained over the next couple of days. As predicted it was less and less each day. The MRI showed absolutely nothing, the tech suspected a hairline crack in my knee cap but the film didn’t support his belief. Dr. Leggett thought that the tech might be right but without proof he almost had to clear me for competition. He didn’t actually have to, but I had made it clear that I had to. I knew before the match with KC3 that Paradine would be my next opponent. This injury played right into his skill set. It would be plain to anyone with half a brain. So I sit there on the couch with an ice pack on my knee. Marissa was back in Dallas, so I was left to my own devices. A few years ago that would have been a recipe for disaster.
Jimmy Allen: Promo time
Using the crutch I’m able to leverage myself out of the couch to start the recording. The angry red eye flashes as it begins to record my statements.
“Well kids, here we are once again.”
I lean heavily on the crutch, smiling at the camera I continue.
“Don’t let what you see bother you, there is not structural damage to my knee. Not that KC3 didn’t try, he always does the best that he can, for good or il. Just as the Australian Suplex Machine will do. Nathan Paradine is a known commodity in this business. Most of the folks I’ve talked to like him. They say he’s a good human being….most of the time. I could say the same thing about my former tag team partner KC3. He’s a great guy once you get to know him. In other words, he’s an asshole. Unlike Paradine though, he doesn’t try to hide it. No, that’s one of the things I’ve always admired about Kenny, he flaunts his assholeness no matter where he goes.. Honesty, It’s an admirable trait.”
I smirk at the camera as I continue.
“This thing has almost come full circle, now that I’m going to be in the ring with one of the Hostility Elite. That’s an interesting word isn’t it? What does it mean to be elite? That term, it’s a double edged sword really. If you say you’re elite, no one takes you seriously. If someone else calls you elite, that’s another thing altogether. Well, depending on who said it, that is. If say MJ or Shadow call you elite, then it means something. Just because St. James said it, doesn’t make it true. So, being elite, it means to be better than everyone else at what you do.”
I shake my head, obviously, I’m not happy about my circumstance.
“Now then Sherlock, it’s time for you to get a clue. You’re the only one who cares about where “Good Ol’ Tobius” went. Quite looking for that twirp and get back to work. You’re pulling double duty with Hostility and CWF. That’s cool. Nice split of loyalty there. Oh, wait, that’s right I remember your loyalty being firmly in the corner of Hostility. The PGP is important to this company, for a variety of reasons. The Paramount Title is not the paramount title in this company. That’s because other than Shadow, no one who’s held it has given it the importance it deserves. The title doesn’t make the man, the man makes the title worth something. Not that I think someone with split loyalty can do that or understand it.”
"The concession stands are now selling those cheap hotel room round soap disks that I have personally blessed for $100’s a bar….AND SINNERS….I suggest you buy one, and use it, because if you think your God wants you in his heaven smelling like a 3am New York City uber ride you got another thing coming."