7th March 2009: Versing an Old Pal
Old pal … it's a weird way to put this. I mean this as this person isn't too much as a pal than a person who I've had a lot of history with in my time here so far. This person… Michelle McCool. Yeah, that's who I'm facing tonight on "Friday Night Smackdown!". Let's get straight into it!
Match The announcer does his job of announcing us while we complete our entrances. The bell rings and we face off for what most likely won't be the last time. She starts off with a small but effective push. I pause and smile for a second before returning it. This goes back and forth a few more times before she knees me in the gut. She takes me by the hair and drags me to the corner turnbuckle. Repeatedly, she smashes my face into the top turnbuckle. The referee begins the count until 5, where she steps back at 4. On my back, on the canvas, she goes for a pin.
"1, 2 …" the official counts.
At 2 and a half, I kick out. I feel completely out of it, triple vision and all. Michelle begins to argue with the official. I shake my head, trying to get everything back to normal. She reaches for me and I pull her into the middle turnbuckle. I pull myself up with the help of the ropes and toe-kick her in the gut. She sits up in the middle of in the ring, on the canvas. I run, bounce off the ropes and knee her in the face, using all the momentum from the ropes behind me. I hear the commentators mention something about that being Morrison's move. Your point? I jump onto the top turnbuckle and prepare to do my Suicide Bomb. I taunt and flip. She rolls out the way, all I hit is canvas. I hold my back in pain. She goes for a quick cover, which I kick out just after one. She goes for a cover, I kick out straight away. She pulls me up and goes for her finisher. I block it and perform a back body attack. She gets up and I quickly, out of nowhere, hit her with the Vintage Kick. I fall to the canvas, unable to take advantage. The referee begins the count. We both get up at 6. We trade forearm, punches and kicks until neither of us have anything left. She again, goes for her finisher, I reverse and hit her with the Twist of Fate. I fall on top of her, getting a cover.
"1, 2, 3 … ring the bell" the referee counts and makes official. 1 more down, about 3 more to go… bring it on!
My victory music plays as my hand is raised. I roll out the ring and walk up the ramp to back stage. My back in serious pain, I check into seeing the trainer.
"Evening Mrs Hardy" he greets
"Hey, can you check my back? It's in a load of pain, more pain than usual"
"No problem, just jump up onto the table"
I jump onto the table. "Ow, fuck"
"Lower back, middle…"
"Lower, defiantly lower"
"Alrighty… I can't see any obvious injuries. But we'll get an x-ray to be sure"
"Thanks man"
"No problem, it's what I'm here for"
I smile and lay down on my stomach, ready for the x-ray.
The equipment does it stuff… … with the x-ray completed, he has a look at the pictures.
"Oh, I see" he says, analysing the picture
"Is it something?" I ask, not wanting it to be anything bad, which would cause me to miss the next tapings
"Yeah, not serious, but it's defiantly something"
"Oh great"
"Don't worry, you shouldn't miss next week tapings because of it… just as long as you avoid top rope moves, especially your Suicide Bomb… for at least 2 weeks"
"So it's fine?"
"Yeah, just take a bit more caution, as in take some caution"
I laugh slightly. "Thanks man"
"See you next week"
"See you then"
I grab my bags and head to the hotel. Night people, update y'all next week.
