Later that night... (November 30, after MNM)
(The scene opens up in the bright white hallway of a hospital, where we see Dr.Alyssa Love pacing back and forth, holding a coffee. It is in the early morning hours of the night, and she is wearing a black leather jacket with jeans and her hair tied in a ponytail. She looks up briefly to notice the camera, lets out a huge sigh, and attempts to wipe away the 'tiredness' from her eyes. She sips the coffee and takes a seat in one of the chairs lined up against the wall outside of the room. As the camera approaches, she looks up again and offers a small, polite smile.)
Love: I'm not real sure what to tell you guys... We all know what happened earlier tonight, and we all know it was brutal and uncalled for. There's nothing else I can tell you that you don't already know.
(She pauses and looks away from the camera, attempting to hide her emotion. A tear rolls down her cheek, but she quickly wipes it away. She takes another deep breath and lets out a sigh, hoping to regain her composure. She looks back at the camera with red and wet eyes.)
Love: I was never "sold" on the idea of Dominick wrestling again. It might just be the selfish part of me, not wanting to risk losing him, not wanting him to risk his health... but I had a bad feeling about this whole IWF thing. I can't control him, or what he does, or what he plans on doing, but still.. there's just a part of me that wishes I would've tried to talk him out of it. I know this is what he loves. I know he didn't want to go out the way he did. But to risk his life over what...ego? Pride? The thought of himself holding some golden belt that means nothing? It's too much for me. I'm not going to allow it to go on... I can't let it get any worse than it already has. When he wakes up, I'm going to make sure that he doesn't wrestle again. I'm sorry...I can't do this.
(A vibrating buzz can be heard coming from Love's jacket pocket. She pulls out her phone, and the caller ID reads 'Vegas'.)
Love: Hey, David... ... He's resting right now, and he's in stable condition. He re-aggravated some head injuries. Might have a concussion, the doctor is supposed to let me know more soon... ... No, he can't talk right now, are you on your way down here?... ... Hold on...
(Love stands up and wipes the tears out of her eyes. She walks into Dominick's room and shuts the door behind her. The cameraman attempts to follow her in, but a nurse can be heard warning him that he is not allowed in the room. The camera points at the floor, and immediately cuts to black.)
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Present-day.
(Dominick Aviles is seen in his hospital bed, with his head wrapped and some minor scabs on the side of his head. His normally clean-cut face is now covered with stubble, as he has not shaved in days. He seems as if he is not in any pain at all. He reaches over to his food tray, and scans it with his eyes, trying to decide what he wants to eat next. He grabs the small cup of Jell-O, and noticing the camera crew outside of his room, he smiles from ear to ear. He waves at them like a child, and then motions for them to come in. As soon as they crack the door open, he begins talking loudly.)
Dominick: I have Jell-O!!!!!!!!!! Jay-E-El-El (pausing for a second to make his voice as deep as possible) ... Ohhhh.
(The camera crew, noticing small cups of Jell-O EVERYWHERE around Dominick's bed, attempt to set up their equipment. Dominick is completely ignoring them, eating his Jell-O as fast as he can. He throws the spoon back on his tray, and chugs the rest of the Jell-O like a drink. He tosses the cup on the floor, and grabs the electronic device that calls the nurse. Buzzing it several times, he yells out.)
Dominick: Nurse lady! I'm out of Jell-O, and me wants some moreee! Do yo' thug thizzle!
(An African-American nurse can be seen walking past Dominick's room. She stops for a moment to look through his window, shakes her head, and continues to walk by. Dominick grins and winks at the camera.)
Dominick: I got it like that... I'm like a king around here. I have these nurses giving me sponge-baths, feeding me Jell-O, and changing the channels for me all day! I'm such a G...
But anyways, what's been going on lately? You hear the IWF cancelled their show this week 'cause of me? Yeah, I told you I'm the reason for the IWF's success... But it's no biggie, I told them to have next week's show without me. Doc says I can't go back to action yet... Personally, I think that's bull, I'm just as good as new... I just think he wants to see my face around here a little bit longer. He's kinda creepy...I'm thinkin' he's got a man-crush on me or something. Makes me a little nervous to wonder what was going on when I came here unconscious...
(Dominick pauses and looks up, playing a scene out in his head. He shivers in disgust, and shakes his head.)
Dominick: That's just gross, bro. But yeah, I talked to my broski a little while ago. You guys just missed him, actually, but I'm not gonna go into detail about what we talked about. We'll save that for another time. Oh, and I know you guys want me to address the whole JD Michaels and what's-her-face situation, but I'm not sure if I should. I mean, I don't want a big scary guy in a mask to come attack me while I'm in a hospital bed with no undies on.
(Dominick rolls over on his side, revealing his bare-bottom through his hospital gown. He smacks it a few times before the camera turns away, and then he lays on his back again.)
Dominick: Sorry about that, didn't mean to make you guys all excited and what-not... I was just proving a point. Hey, did you guys ever wonder what they do with your undies when you're in the hospital? It creeps me out a little bit, thinking about my doctor somewhere with MY undies. They're MYYY UNDIES!!!!
(Dominick lets out a fake scream and knocks over his food tray, pretending to be really angry.)
Dominick: GRR, me angry-man now! Hey, can one of you hand me my bed-pan? I think I gotta do a poopy. Come back in a few minutes.
(The camera crew hands Dominick his bed-pan, and they exit, confused. A few minutes later, Dominick is waving them back into the room.)
Dominick: Sorry, there's nothing wrong with my legs or anything, I just didn't feel like getting up. Hey, it's almost Christmas, right? Looks like some lucky nurse has herself a present here... Either that or my creepy doctor does... That's pretty sick, stop making me think about that!!! You jerk! You jerk-face poopy-head! You poopy doo-doo butt, you!
Just kiddin', brosef. You're alright in my eyes. Wait, why am I talking to the cameraman, you guys never talk to me or answer me. Why am I talking to myself now? Who am I supposed to be talking to?! Why does my butt itch? What's going on?!?! Where's my Jell-O?!!!!!?
(Dominick angrily buzzes the nurse repeatedly, hoping to speed up the process.)
Dominick: They take forever, man. I ask for a simple task, like bringing me some jell-o, and it takes an hour. Ridiculous.
But oh yeah, I'm rambling, it's all good though 'cause that's how I roll, bro! The JD Michaels situation...I'm gonna be completely honest with you guys. I know what it looked like, it looked like I was getting beat up for a little bit. But honestly, I ate a beef and bean burrito before the match, and I was just trying my hardest not to poop in my pants. That thing gave me a stomach-ache, dude. Craziness.
And the masked-man guy...isn't that so played out? 'Oh look at me, I'm a masked-man! I'm gonna beat you up and you're not gonna know who I am! 'Cause of my mask! It hides my face, and I'm a mystery! Tee-hee!'. I mean, come on... it's going on 2010, and we still have dudes who wear masks, thinking they're being mysterious?! Oh, b-t-dub, JD, your boy in the mask...well, he was a little too late. You see, I already won the match...sooo...yeah, you probably should've told him to come out a bit earlier. I think that would've been the smart thing to do. But hey, you're from Texas, so who expects you to do anything smart?
Oh, and the rumors of me hanging up my boots? Hah, that's funny. Alyssa doesn't know about wrestling. Don't pay much attention to what she has to say when it comes to me and my career...girls, they get too emotional too easily. I mean, look at me. I'm in bed, eating jell-o and watching TV. I'd be doing this if I was at my own house right now anyway, so what's the difference if I'm in a hopsital..hop-sit-al..hops..hosss-pit-al..there we go.
Whatev, though. I might not have a match this week... But I can guarantee you I'll be watching. And I'm gonna be wearing undies.
(At this moment, a nurse enters the room with a tray full of Jell-O cups. She walks over to Dominick, who is angry at the amount of time he had to wait. He slaps the tray out of her hand, spilling all the Jell-O out onto the floor.)
Dominick: Now get me some more Jell-O, and this time, make it fast!
(The nurse shakes her head, and leaves the room. She returns to work, instead of carrying out his task. As soon as the door shuts, Dominick realizes his mistake.)
Dominick: NOOO!!!! My Jell-O... I'm sorry, Jell-O. I never meant to hurt you... I love you!
(Dominick rolls out of his bed and lands hard on the floor. He begins slurping up the Jell-O from the ground, crying softly to himself. The camera crew, caught in an awkward situation, slowly get up and exit the room. Dominick's cries become louder as the camera-crew walks away from the room. While passing the nurse who brought the Jell-O to him, she shakes her head and mutters 'I can't wait til he gets released' under her breath as the camera fades out.)
