Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2017 21:33:38 GMT -5
- 10:14 AM -
Linc stared up at the bright lights, just as he had a couple times before in So-Cal Ultraviolet. It was something he told himself he'd never do again after he lost the Television Championship, and yet here he was.
He hadn't said a word in days. It seemed every time he opened his mouth, blood poured out. At first he tried communicating using his just his eyes, his hands and grunts. By the time he came here to make his initial appointment, he'd begun using pen and paper to get his point across. It made small talk with the receptionist difficult.
It also made it difficult to explain his injuries to the dentist. Even with words, how do you tell someone you had thumbtacks, uh, poured into your mouth and then got kneed in the jaw?
The dentist had taken one look inside Linc's mouth and almost screamed at the damage done inside. It was more horrific than the dental assistant had described. It took some time to assess the damage, but the dentist was able to estimate the number of stitches, the number of pulled teeth that the inside of this mouth would require.
“Alright now, Lincoln, I can't lie and say this will be an easy procedure. There is a lot to repair inside there. I wouldn't recommend strenuous activity for at least 3 days after this as you might pop a stitch, and taking it easy for a week after that. I’ll be able to make a recommendation on your return to solid food when you come for your check up in five days. Now, I want to go over your chart before we get started.”
The dentist pulled a clipboard off the desk.
“Age: twenty-five?”
Linc nodded.
“Weight: one-ninety?”
Linc nodded.
“And it says here that you don't - oh, looks like blood. One second.”
The dentist used the bib around Linc's neck to wipe the trickle of blood coming from the corner of his mouth.
“It says here we won't be releasing you into anyone's custody after the reconstruction, so you'll be taking an Uber home, is that right?”
Linc nodded.
“Good, good. You'll be loaded up on T4’s so I recommend going home and straight to bed.”
The dentist put down the clipboard, squeezed into nylon gloves and pulled his mask over the lower half of his face.
“Now, I want you to count backward from 100, Lincoln. By the time you get to 1, your mouth will be good as new!”
100...
The dentist picked up a plastic mask.
99…
He placed it over Linc's mouth and nose.
98…
He turned the dial on a tank next to him.
97…
Linc stared up at the bright light above the dentist's chair. He'd stared at lights before and it was something he told himself he'd never do again after he lost the Television Championship.
Yet here he was.
The lights blurred his vision before they went black.
…
“This guy is trash. There's no way he beats Rykker Riley or Aliyah Turner ever, let alone hanging both of them over the top rope.”
Linc's eyes slowly opened in a blur. He wanted to bring his fist up and throw it into the jaw of that dentist for talking shit, but his hand was immobile. In fact, they both were. They were strapped to the armrests of his chair. He tried to kick, but his ankles were also strapped down. He tried to look around, but a strap heels him down by the forehead.
He noticed the dentist's hands were working at his mouth, even though he wasn't paying attention to the delicate surgery. He was too busy looking at his dental assistant as they laughed at Linc Coyne's chances in his number one contender match at World War. The dentist's needle just stabbed up and down into Linc's gums and tongue over and over. He screamed, but the dentist want phased.
“He's a shitty wrestler that doesn't belong in that company. He's got no technique, he's an awful submissionist, he has the stamina of a senior citizen. It’s pathetic.”
The dentist picked up a velvet bag and bounced it in his hand. Linc was familiar with that sound. He took a large funnel and placed one end inside Linc's mouth. Into the wide end, the dentist emptied the contents of the velvet bag. Linc's mouth filled with cold, sharp metal.
“He doesn't belong in that company and be definitely does not deserve, nor is he fit, to hold the title of number one contender, let alone actually have a match for the Ultraviolent Championship.”
The dentist began threading a sewing needle with thick black thread.
“He’s a slow turtle compared to Rykker and Aliyah. Aliyah is a supreme submission wrestler and maintains her composure well enough to apply any one of them. Rykker has the endurance and focus to get through anything Linc could throw at him. Either of them would make a far superior contender.”
The dentist pierced Linc's upper lip with the needle and immediately pierced his bottom lip as well. First the top, then the bottom, over and over. He was acutely aware of the feeling of the thread slowly pulling his lips shut forever.
“What's he going to do to them? Use his negligible strength advantage over them? He's not that kind of fighter, he knows that. His striking can be matched by Rykker no problem. Whatever aerial skill he wants to use is equaled by Aliyah. It's really quite sad that he's even showing up to this fight.”
The dentist ended his stitching on the left side of Linc's mouth and cut the thread. He pulled the light close to Linc's face, temporarily blinding him, to inspect the stitches and run his fingers over them.
When he pulled the light away, the dentist eyes had been removed and blood poured down his cheeks, staining his white lab coat. He voice became demonic.
“He's not Ultraviolent. He's a fucking pathetic kid who has never excelled at anything. His girlfriends all end up hating him because of his shitty attitude. His family hasn't bothered to contact him in six months. Even his shitty little daughter can't stand seeing him. Linc Coyne should just die.”
The light blinded him again and he used his hands to shield his eyes.
“Oh, there he is! You were out cold for a while there, I couldn't bring myself to wake you.”
The dentist smiled at Linc from his desk across the room. He stopped filling out papers, picked up a paper cup with two pills inside and filled a second cup with water.
“You'll be in a lot of pain when the gas and the freezing wear off. Here, take these.”
Linc opened his mouth and swallowed the pills, then the water. The dentist helped him from the chair, supporting his elbow.
“I'll have my receptionist help you to your Uber when you call it.”
Linc left the room. He called no Uber. He zipped his black sweater up to the top, pulled his hood over his head and stepped out into the bright San Diego sun…
- 12:01 PM -