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Post by fninfamous on Oct 2, 2007 21:28:28 GMT -4
Location: Local Hospital In Toronto
It was but a few days after Game Over. There was no celebration for wins. There was no time for rest and relaxation after a job well done after the pay per view. There was no time to reflect on the past season. The only thing that happened at the end of the night was a possible tragedy. Tha Infamous 187's body now lays unconsciously across a hospital bed. His eyes closed as he could possibly be resting or he could possibly be in a coma from the events that occurred after Game Over. It all happened so fast. First he was simply driving away from the arena. He was happy with the outcome of the matches. He gained a couple wins during his last night. He had been planning his retirement. Picturing in his mind what life was going to be like outside of the ring. Then the next thing he knows, he's feeling the burning pain of hot lead drilling through the vehicle and into his body. More importantly, he doesn't even know the condition of Kenisha at the moment. It's all a blur to him at the moment. Laying there in the hospital bed without moving, all he could do was lay. There was no sign of consciousness. All you could tell was for the moment, he was breathing. He was alive and he was breathing. Of course, he had the plastic mask strapped to his face in order to help him in doing so. But atleast that was something positive out of it. There was a sign of life and that's always a good sign. He was in bandages after long, intense surgery after arriving at the hospital. Even that was very much a blur. The bullets needed to be taken out of his body in order to seal up the wounds. How many times he was hit... he didn't know. He didn't count the holes before blacking out in the car. As if that mattered to him anyways... He's been in this situation before. This wasn't the first time he had taken hits. The difference between this time and all the others was now another person who was important to him had been involved. Another person he cared about had gotten hurt. There was nothing he could do but shield Kenisha from the bullets. Risking his own life and putting it on the line in hopes that she would be protected. The problem is, he doesn't even know himself who the hell would have done it. Maybe it was enemies from the past coming back to haunt him. He didn't know. Hard to tell in the night when you're attack is masked and dressed in all black. He could only hope that Kenisha was okay. He couldn't even check to see how she was. That's the problem with comas. You can't do a thing about it. Remain unconscious and hopefully wake up sooner or later. Whether there was any brain activity or anything happening in his mind was hard to see now. Only time would tell whether or not he was going to make it this time or if his time had finally come. Visitation hours had arrived, maybe some interaction would help move the coma along but who knows. Depends on whether or not there is anyone out there that he had not wronged to the point that they'd wish death on the man known simply as Tha Infamous 187. A doctor opens the door and a voice is heard saying....
Doctor: "He's currently in a state of unconsciousness. A coma, if you will. He hasn't been awake since he arrived. He's alive. He's a tough one. Six bullets is a lot for a purpose to take. Here he is. Right this way...."
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Post by heaven on Oct 2, 2007 22:22:06 GMT -4
Chantell walked with the doctor into the Infamous ones room where he laid hooked up to all different machines. His heart rate stable, but he looked dead. He was a tough cookie though, but she can't help but feel responsible. He was one of the few people she looked up too, and asked him to compete for her for control of APW. She took a seat next to the bed, and put her head down for a moment before looking back up at the doctor
Spare no expense. I want this man out of his coma. I don't care what you have to do or how much it will cost just do it.
She was angry, upset, and at a loss for words. One of the few people that she trusted was laying in a hospital bed. They didn't even get a chance to celebrate yet...guess she should cancel the party
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Post by fninfamous on Oct 3, 2007 8:37:23 GMT -4
The doctor began to nod his head. He understood that this must be a hard thing to deal with. It would be hard on anyone to know that someone you knew had gotten hurt. Especially ending up in the situation that they're in right now, it had to be hard. But unfortunately life is a delicate thing.
Doctor: "Well Ms. Angel... We can't exactly just pull a person from a coma. We've got to let it run it's course. All we can do is make sure that he remains alive through out it. If we could wake him up right this second, I would have gladly done so. But with comas... It's something that we just simply can't force someone to awake. There have been cases where comas lasted but a few days. Then there have been cases where people have come out of comas that have lasted years and years. It's not something we can predict. But I will promise that I will do everything in my power to try and wake him up. Until then, all we can do is wait and hope for the best."
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Post by King Vegas on Oct 3, 2007 8:46:30 GMT -4
Hope...*Sigh* Not something I commonly practice indulging in myself yet...I gather given the situation at hand we have no choice hm?...
The words spoken by His Majesty, as his footsteps carry him through the door, the majority of Mr. Taylor's stable mates in tow of course, rushing to his side as soon as the news was heard of this unfortunate incident. A raise in his eyebrow ensues as he notices the first of Mr. Taylor's visitors...Someone he neither thought to see nor wanted to actually...Yet they were here for the identical purpose it had seemed...
Miss Angel...Shocked is an understatement. Didn't know you were so fond of the Familia...Or even cared about the talent that helps to put money in the pocket of those sisters of yours and yourself.
...His initial sentence faded in volume, his eyes coming in contact with the now motionless body of his brother in arms...The mere scene seemed to halt all efforts by he and his accompanying stable mates, Laura releasing a slight gasp only mere feet behind His Majesty...Just enough in audible range for his ears to catch wind of it seemed...The King stood motionless...Speechless...Feeling the slight breeze caused by Laura stepped forward towards the bed, her hands cupped around her mouth as she was undoubtedly fighting back tears it seemed...An eerie silence filled the hospital room instantly, no words spoken by any Familia member, Miss Angel nor the doctor who seemingly had at least some answers as to how things would play out in this most unfortunate ordeal...
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Post by heaven on Oct 3, 2007 9:01:34 GMT -4
Chantell just sat there, and let out a deep breath, she didn’t care that Vegas and the rest of the posse were there, she only cared about one thing, and that was making sure that the one laying in the bed was alright. She turned her attention to Vegas and said
I may not get along with everyone, in fact I sometimes come off as a cold hard bitch, but Seven here; he was someone I looked too. He was a hardcore gangster from the streets. I went through a very hard life on the streets to get where I am today, and see another be just as succesfull, just as popular with millions around the world gives me hope for everyone. But…I can see you want some time with your brother Cross, I’ll leave you be.
Chantell stood up, and took one last look at the Infamous one, before she began walking away, a tear rolling down her cheek.
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Post by Laura De'Icco on Oct 3, 2007 13:37:25 GMT -4
Her eyes watched as Chantell slowly left the hospital room, walking past the boys who all were standing by, a few feet behind Cross, all of their faces showing the same concern really. The scene was surreal. Something they thought they'd never have to encounter if you will. Her eyes had been welled with tears from her first hearing of the incident. Her emotions were overloading her mind and spirit ever since and upon actually seeing the man whom she had called a brother for the better part of two years in the condition he was in, it only made things worse, as the flow of tears continued on...Unable to speak a single word as she stared endlessly at his seemingly lifeless body...Wondering just why something so horrible had happened...
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Kasino Royale
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Post by Kasino Royale on Oct 3, 2007 13:46:02 GMT -4
+His hand remained cupped around his mouth as he slowly stepped forward past his brothers, his arms lightly brushing against that of V's as he did so...Silence remained though...Not able to speak a word at what he was looking at a few feet in front of him...A long and deep sigh escaped his lips as he shook his head slowly before commenting underneath his breath, some piece of dialog only he could have heard before glancing back towards his brother and partner Dice...He seemed to be taking the news a bit harder than the others, since he and 7 were really the first ones out of the entire crew to bond back in New York. K could clearly notice the look of confusion and lost on his face. Even though the scene was something they all had encountered at least a time or two...Or a dozen back in Las Vegas growing up...It was just a surreal and ugly scene seeing something like this happen again out of the blue and seemingly for no reason...+
Damn bro...What the hell...
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Post by pornstar on Oct 3, 2007 13:50:18 GMT -4
"So...
Fuckin' Christ this is a shitty week man..."
He steps away from the bed... head a little fucked up... well, quite a bit fucked up. First he's the one who's basically spilled the beans to Lilith about EVERYTHING just about of who she was when nobody else would, found that his bro' was fighting for the enemy at Game Over and making him fight him.... and now this Bro's lying shot up in front of him. Fuckin' not right. [/font]
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Dice Dillinger
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Post by Dice Dillinger on Oct 3, 2007 13:59:31 GMT -4
+Only standing in one spot and shaking his head...It was all he could do really. This was just fuckin' bullshit in his eyes. Dude was tryin' to step away from the drama and take a break from the wrestling industry and now he's layin' in a fuckin' hospital bed filled with bullet holes while some asshole is runnin' around celebrating about it. It didnt' sit well with the man known as Dice Dillinger at all...Not at all...He couldn't take it...He just couldn't. It was too much. Even the massive amounts of alcohol he had consumed since hearing about it all weren't helping at all. Shaking his head, the frown on his face he turned and made his exit from the room, running his hand through his hair with the slightest motion as a long sigh ensued...He just couldn't deal with it right now...Not right now....+
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Post by cookthatshiz on Oct 3, 2007 14:05:34 GMT -4
Jay Crack was among the family who immediately came when he heard the news. He had heard his half sister was involved but the doctors had said she would be fine. A simple wound to the shoulder. Patched up and just some healing will do the trick. But when he had heard 187 had taken a major hit, that was what got to him. His sister was hurt, but he was told she was going to be fine. But his long-term friend from way back when they were kids being put into a coma from being shot, that was not cool. He was all too familiar with this scene. Of course, it was not as bad as this case was. He's seen this man take bullets and send his own flying back at them. Hell, Jay was there helping him out when he was doing it. But never had it gone as far as placing him into a coma. Not like this. The only thing he could muster up to say in a whisper was...
[glow=red,1,0]"Damn nigga... The f**k you got yourself into...?"[/glow]
He shook his head. The feeling was unbearable. Something had to be done about this. He didn't know what but he felt that he needed to do something about this. His boy laying up in the hospital and there's no one who knows who did it and why? The police weren't going to do anything. Throw them in prison is all. That wasn't enough. Revenge is an ugly thing, but it's a lot more satisfying.
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Post by fninfamous on Oct 3, 2007 14:17:17 GMT -4
The doctor looked up to the ones staring down at Tha Infamous 187. He wasn't sure who they were. They had arrived shortly after he had brought Chantell Angel to visit the patient. She was his boss. It was clear why she would be concerned. But they had arrived unexpectedly. It was clear by the look on their faces was evidence enough that they must have known or have been close to him. But just as a safety precaution, he must know who they were and how they knew this man. The doctor slowly approached the group and asked them...
Doctor: "Hello there. What's your relationship with the patient?"
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Post by pornstar on Oct 3, 2007 14:19:26 GMT -4
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Post by King Vegas on Oct 3, 2007 14:21:44 GMT -4
A cold look in Buck's direction as His Majesty turned from the window he had been staring out of for the better part of the visit...Not able to lay eyes upon his brother for long amounts of time...Hearing Buck's words in response to the doctor, he turned to him a look of agitation clearly on his face...
We're his family if you will. Problem?
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Post by fninfamous on Oct 3, 2007 14:35:43 GMT -4
A look of confusion came across the doctor's face as he raised an eyebrow. The reports didn't mention that his patient had any family. None that would consider this man family after being filled in with the personal details about Tha Infamous 187. He had to be sure that this was not a fake claim. In a crime scene, you never can be too careful when it comes to identifying how people are connected.
Doctor: "There is no problem. I just have to make sure I know who's who. This is a shooting case afterall. Can't be too careful, you know? Now you say you're his family? I wasn't aware he had any family. From what I was told, he doesn't have any family. Atleast, none that would come to see him. Please do elaborate on this."
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Post by "The Standard" Damian Juarez on Oct 3, 2007 15:16:37 GMT -4
Hello, I'm looking for the room of one Mr. Adrian Taylor. Care to point me in the right direction?
Enter... Damian Juarez. His forehead patched from a cut sustained at GAME OVER! and his trusty cane in hand to lessen the weight upon the favored knee, he places his hand on the counter of the Nurse's Station of this particular floor. The nurse before him is well aware that visits for the patient in question is almost near complete restriction... especially with the lingering crime still under investigation. Damian is looking rather frustrated... not because of the wear and tear of GAME OVER! but more about the endless violence that seems to follow his fellow "brother" wherever he goes. It's neverending... yet what could be done about it? Hell hath no fury than a Familia scorned... he's heard...
I'm sorry, Mister...??
Juarez... Damian Juarez.
Umm yes Mr. Juarez... but visitors for this patient must be screened before you're allowed in. Protocol, sir...
She looks up Mr. Taylor's file on the resident computer.
Relationship?
Close friend...
Friend? And you are fully aware with the recent events involving Mr. Taylor?
Unfortunately... yes... I am. What is his condition?
I'm sorry, sir... I cannot divulge any medical information about his condition to non-immediate family members... especially under the circumstances.
I see... Is it possible at all to see him?
I believe a group of individuals who came to see him are just down the hallway. It's asked that visitors go in two at a time... that being the most allowed in.
He hadn't heard from Mr. Vegas today... so he must be here visiting. He wondered the man's current state of mind... knowing Cross could be quite volatile over all of this.
I won't keep you any longer then, Miss... Thank you very much.
With an acknowledging nod later, Damian continues his trek down the hallway... wondering who could have possibly done this...
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Post by King Vegas on Oct 3, 2007 15:58:07 GMT -4
Doctor: "There is no problem. I just have to make sure I know who's who. This is a shooting case afterall. Can't be too careful, you know? Now you say you're his family? I wasn't aware he had any family. From what I was told, he doesn't have any family. Atleast, none that would come to see him. Please do elaborate on this." Cross only shook his head in response at first...The imbecile was actually testing his patience at such volitale time was he? He'd be wise to tread carefully these next few moments...For his own good of course. Yet, in the spirit of showing the utmost spirit to his fallen brother, he restrained his true response he had mentally complied for the idiot before him, replacing it with a more appropriate one...There is no need to elaborate any further sir. I'm sure you are aware that there are many different forms of..."Family". You stated that you and your staff have received no word of Mr. Taylor having any?...Perhaps your staff is as incompetant and misinformed as YOU?...I'm quite sure you have OTHER patients to tend to yes? I'd advise making haste. It truly...Would be your wisest action as of now sir. If you will...
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Tommy Gunns
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THAT Nigga!
It's A Cold World. Nigga Gotta Supply His Own "Heat"...
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Post by Tommy Gunns on Oct 3, 2007 16:02:42 GMT -4
To say Tommy was fuckin' pissed? Is like the understatement of the god damn year. This damn doctor wasn't helping at all, asking questions about are they family. Pffftt...He needed to get his ass up out of here if he wanted to stay in one piece. His homey had suffered the fate they all knew could come at any moment in time when you came from the streets and stayed connected in the life of it all. He stood a few feet behind Crack, stepping to the side as Dice made his way from the room. He glanced back at him as he began his way back down the corridor of the floor, seeing the look on his face. He felt the same really, but where he was from, they took things into their own hands when bullshit popped up. And as far as he was concerned this wasn't gonna be any different. He had all intentions of inflicting pain on whoever had something to do with this shit. He glanced over to where V was standing in front of the window of the hospital room, arms folded and staring out endless at something or another. Shaking his head he had to break the silence and say what he had to say.
Maaaaan...Look...Dis' Shit gotta be handled V...Damn!...Look at my fuckin' homey laid up shot the fuck up dude!...Hell naw...HELLLLL...Naw...All I need ta' know is WHEN niggas. When. That's it and I'm gon' be there regardless baby. I'm shovin' a AK up a nigga's ass and lettin' the whole clip go. It's get back time man. This shit ain't goin' down like dis'. I promise. V? I know you and Juarez got the paper and connections to find out who was behind dis' shit man. Don't even play wit' me on dis' one. I aims to be shootin' me a bitch real soon over dis'.
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Post by fninfamous on Oct 3, 2007 16:37:38 GMT -4
The doctor was a bit uncomfortable now with the responses from the two men. One managed to keep his cool and the other was not so much. It was probably best if he did make his exit now. Leave the group to their visiting of Tha Infamous 187. The doctor responded...
Doctor: "Now, now gentlemen... There's no need for that. Heh, heh. But now that you mention it, I must go check on Ms. Williams. Heh, heh. So I'll leave you guys be..."
With that said, the doctor proceeds to make his way to the door. On his way there, he's stopped by someone's hand placed on his shoulder. He turns to see...
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Post by cookthatshiz on Oct 3, 2007 16:46:59 GMT -4
That hand that stopped the doctor was Jay Crack's. He stopped the doctor and stared at him. It was good to know that the same doctor treating Tha Infamous 187 would be treaing his sister. Jay had a simple question he needed to ask. As he looked at the doctor, Jay went on to say to him...
[glow=red,1,0]"Is she alright? Kenisha Williams... Is she alright? I'm her brother. Half brother to be more specific. I ain't got he chance to check up on her yet but from what I've heard and read, she ain't hurt too badly. Please tell me this is true..."[/glow]
He stood there and awaited an answer from the doctor. Expecting to hear good news that the reports are true.
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Post by fninfamous on Oct 3, 2007 17:02:01 GMT -4
Doctor: "What you've heard is true. Ms. Williams is doing just fine. She had a wound in her shoulder but it wasn't anything major as this. We've already patched her up. She should be good to go pretty soon as long as she doesn't strain herself too much on that arm."
Seeing the expression on the man's face was a good sign. He nodded his head and proceeded to make his exit out of the room. Upon entering the hallway, the doctor noticed another man waiting outside of the room. He looked over at the man and simply said...
Doctor: " If you're looking to see the man known as Tha Infamous 187, go right ahead inside. Visitation hours will be up soon, might as well get your chance in. But I warn you, they're some strange people in there already. Word to the wise, don't ask them questions. They don't seem to like that very much."
The doctor then proceeded in the opposite direction down the hall, on his way to go check Kenisha Williams' condition.
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