Author's Note: If I claimed to own anything except for Sprinkle, my ass would be sued by now.
The doctor was in the waiting room, scanning around. The secretary that Spanky had encountered before rose from her seat, tugged the doctor on the sleeve of his coat and pointed to Spanky, Farooq, and Bradshaw who were sitting down and chatting. He nodded at the secretary and began making his way towards the men. The doctor was reasonably young, maybe just over thirty with jet-black hair and brown eyes. He stood at about 5'11", taller than Spanky, but not taller than any members of the APA. He approached them with a silver clipboard in hand. "Good evening, gentlemen. My name is Doctor Wong and I take it that you three brought in the unconcious young woman?" He asked, looking at them as Spanky sat up straight and handed Doctor Wong the practically empty forms.
"Yes, that's us. How is she?" He asked right off the bat. Doctor Wong took the forms and looked over them quickly.
"She's not in good condition, I can tell you that right now. We're going to have to keep her overnight for some testing and see if she wakes up anytime now. Let's see...Alicia Owens, is it?"
"That's her." Farooq stated with a nod. Doctor Wong nodded at the man and then bit his lip.
"The only other things I see on here is blue eyes and she hails from Rochester, New York." He said, looking at the three gentlemen. Bradshaw and Farooq just looked at the doctor as Spanky ran his hand through his hair and gave Doctor Wong a sheepish look.
"She works with us and that's all I really know about her."
"I see." Doctor Wong commented with a nod. "And where is it exactly that you work?" He asked, with a pen in hand and he began to place it to the clipboard.
"World Wrestling Entertainment. We're wrestlers." Bradshaw told him, as Doctor Wong jotted it down.
"And exactly how did this happen?" He questioned, as Spanky took the lead and answered.
"She was thrown to a concrete wall in a locker room and hit her head."
"I see. But, aren't those attacks staged? I understand that you all work and it does hurt but, I read on a wrestling site and I heard from my younger son that the attacks are staged." Doctor Wong asked, looking up from the clipboard.
"Yeah, most of them are. But, this one wasn't. Anyways, Doctor...when will I be able to know how she's doing?" Spanky said, changing the topic of the conversation.
"I don't suggest that you wait overnight, sir. It's going to take awhile because we have to see if she wakes up first. Why don't you gentlemen head out for the night and if you want to see Miss Owens, I guess it'd have to be tomorrow."
"But! But!" Spanky tried to protest but, the APA began dragging him out of the hospital.
"Alright, Doctor. Thanks. We'll take care of him." Bradshaw said, as him and Farooq dragged Spanky all the way over to the car, threw him in and then drove back to the arena to get their things.
When they arrived at the arena, Vince McMahon was waiting for them in the parking lot. He wasn't in character at the moment and actually looked approachable. The night had ended just a couple of minutes ago and before Spanky, Farooq and Bradshaw could get over to Vince, they were mobbed by fans who wanted pictures and autographs. Fifteen minutes later, they finally reached Vince. "How is she?" He asked, tapping his foot on the ground.
"We have no idea. The Doctor told us to stop by tomorrow to check on her." Spanky said.
"What happened?" The Boss questioned as the four of them began walking back into the arena.
"The Bashams beat her up and threw her to the wall. She hit her head and became unconcious." Spanky told him, as he watched the APA go back to their office to grab their things. He walked with Mr. McMahon to his office.
"Well, I guess that's another one out on injury. Thanks, Kendrick. You're a good kid." Vince McMahon said, opening the door to his office.
"Thanks Mr. McMahon." Spanky said with a smile before heading off to his own locker room.
It was 7:30 in the morning of the next day and Spanky was up and ready in his hotel room. He hardly got any sleep that night because all he could think about was Sprinkle and whatever condition she might be in. Spanky paced around his room, dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a white short-sleeved button down. He began tugging at his shaggy hair and was growing more nervous by the minute. Farooq and Bradshaw had agreed to go to the hospital with them but it was only 7:40 by the time Spanky had begun pacing and he was afraid of waking up the two men. Spanky decided to go for a walk and grabbed his black windbreaker. He left his hotel room and walked down the corridor, over to the elevator. He was going down when at the fourth floor, the elevator stopped and the door opened. In walked the United States Champion, Eddie Guerreo. Eddie had on a black t-shirt with black jeans. His hair was slicked back and he had his title belt draped over his shoulder. His tag team title belt was around his waist. "Hey Esse! How's it going, homes?" Eddie asked, as Spanky laughed.
"Eddie...we're not on TV. What's with this being in-character thing?"
"Hey, chico! Eddie Guerreo has no character on TV! Eddie Guerreo is the United States Champion and the Tag Team Champion, 24/7! You got that, Esse?" Eddie said, with a laugh. He was only kidding around. The two men headed down to the main floor together and then went their seperate ways. Eddie was headed to the hotel's diner as Spanky left the area and began walking along the streets. He stuck his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he walked, scuffing the bottom of his sneakers onto the sidewalk. As he was walking, he spotted a small rock and began kicking it along. He gave the rock a kick and the grey stone went flying to the side, and hit a car that was driving along. The driver honked and then pulled over. Spanky noticed and started walking quickly, scared of the driver. The driver was a muscular man, who towered over him at 6'4" and weighed at around 230 lbs. He was bald and was wearing a sleeveless black t-shirt. The black t-shirt had a skull and crossbones on the front and his arms were littered with tattoos. The man also had an eyebrow ring and the middle of his noise pierced, like a bull. The man's face began growing red as he chased after Spanky down the street. The muscular man had finally caught up with the frightened out of his skin Brian Kendrick and grabbed him by the collar of his jacket.
"Hey Kid! Don't think you can run from me." He grunted, spinning Spanky around. Spanky winced.
"It was an accident. I didn't mean to do it." He whimpered, his knees shaking. The muscular man pointed his finger that was the size of a hot dog at Spanky and put his face closer to his.
"Why I oughta...hey! Aren't you Spanky from the WWE?" The guy asked, smiling as he took his face away and put his finger down.
"Yes." Spanky answered, still scared of the man.
"I love the WWE! I'm sorry about getting man, Spanky. I didn't know who you were. Do you think I could get an autograph?" The man asked him, this time his facial expressions resembled the Easter bunny.
"Sure!" Brian Kendrick said, as he followed the man over to his black truck. Spanky saw the scratch that the rock he kicked made and cringed inside. He thanked God that he worked for the WWE or he'd look like a pile of dog crap on the street. The man pulled out a pad of paper and a felt pen from the glove compartment of his car. Spanky had to try his hardest not to laugh at the Powerpuff Girls pad of paper the man had and his pink felt pen. The man handed the paper and pen over to Spanky.
"I'm sorry, I didn't get your name." Spanky apologized, biting his lip and trying not to laugh.
"Oh yeah, sorry about that! My name is Georgie."
"George?" Spanky questioned, not sure if he heard right.
"No, Georgie." The man corrected him. Oh boy! The tough guy's name was Georgie. Spanky signed the paper with,
"Georgie,
I'm sorry about your car. Thanks for watching.
Spanky." He then handed the things back to the tough guy, Georgie. The man smiled and placed the items back into his glove compartment.
"Thanks a lot, Spanky."
"No problem. Have a nice day!" Spanky called out as he waved and walked off. As soon as Spanky had stepped onto the next street and Georgie was out of sight, he began laughing to himself.
Spanky had finished with his walk at around 9:20 and headed back into the hotel. Bradshaw and Farooq, or as most people called them when they weren't on TV, John Layfield and Ron Simmons were sitting at the lobby, waiting. They saw him walk in and got out of their seats.
"Kendrick!" Ron called out. Brian Kendrick spun around to see the men waiting for him.
"How long have you guys been waiting?" Brian Kendrick asked, walking towards them.
"About ten minutes. We checked your room but, you were gone so we came down here. Did you go for a walk or something?" John Layfield questioned, as the trio began walking to the underground parking lot of the hotel.
"Yeah. You'll never guess what happened!" He exclaimed, cracking a smile.
"You were mobbed by a bunch of obsessed preteen girls?" Ron Simmons asked, as Layfield laughed.
"No. I was kicking a rock along the street and I accidently hit some guy's car. And this guy is huge! He's bald and muscular, with tattoos and piercings. He was even wearing a t-shirt with a skull and crossbones on it. Anyways, he's yelling at me until he realizes who I am. And then he asks for my autograph. He pulls out a pink felt pen and a Powerpuff Girls pad of paper. And guess what his name is?"
"Herman?" Ron Simmons asked as he unlocked his SUV.
"Nope, but that would've been an equally funny name. Georgie!" Kendrick laughed as he got into the back seat.
"This coming from a guy who's wrestling name is Spanky!" John Layfield laughed as Ron Simmons got in and started the car.
"Spanky's better than Georgie!" Kendrick fought back in defense as the SUV made its way to the hospital.
A half an hour later, Brian Kendrick, Ron Simmons and John Layfield were walking into the hospital. It wasn't really busy, in fact the place seemed empty. There was a different secretary at the front desk this time, and this one looked like she had gotten some sleep. The secretary was young, in her early twenties with shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. She sat at the desk, typing something at her computer. She was so absorbed in her work that she didn't notice that the three men stood infront of her until John Layfield cleared his throat. The secretary jumped and then looked up at the waiting men. "I'm sorry! Who are you here to see?" She asked, fixing herself.
"Alicia Owens." Brian Kendrick said, feeling weird because he was using her real name, instead of Sprinkle. The secretary typed the name into the computer and after a few seconds, she responded with,
"Room 211."
"Thank you." Brian Kendrick said and the three men walked off, in search of Alicia's hospital room.
After a couple minutes of searching, they finally found it. The door was open so they walked in. As soon as they entered, they saw Alicia Owens laying in bed, staring at the white wall that stood infront of her. She saw them walk in and gazed at them.
The doctor was in the waiting room, scanning around. The secretary that Spanky had encountered before rose from her seat, tugged the doctor on the sleeve of his coat and pointed to Spanky, Farooq, and Bradshaw who were sitting down and chatting. He nodded at the secretary and began making his way towards the men. The doctor was reasonably young, maybe just over thirty with jet-black hair and brown eyes. He stood at about 5'11", taller than Spanky, but not taller than any members of the APA. He approached them with a silver clipboard in hand. "Good evening, gentlemen. My name is Doctor Wong and I take it that you three brought in the unconcious young woman?" He asked, looking at them as Spanky sat up straight and handed Doctor Wong the practically empty forms.
"Yes, that's us. How is she?" He asked right off the bat. Doctor Wong took the forms and looked over them quickly.
"She's not in good condition, I can tell you that right now. We're going to have to keep her overnight for some testing and see if she wakes up anytime now. Let's see...Alicia Owens, is it?"
"That's her." Farooq stated with a nod. Doctor Wong nodded at the man and then bit his lip.
"The only other things I see on here is blue eyes and she hails from Rochester, New York." He said, looking at the three gentlemen. Bradshaw and Farooq just looked at the doctor as Spanky ran his hand through his hair and gave Doctor Wong a sheepish look.
"She works with us and that's all I really know about her."
"I see." Doctor Wong commented with a nod. "And where is it exactly that you work?" He asked, with a pen in hand and he began to place it to the clipboard.
"World Wrestling Entertainment. We're wrestlers." Bradshaw told him, as Doctor Wong jotted it down.
"And exactly how did this happen?" He questioned, as Spanky took the lead and answered.
"She was thrown to a concrete wall in a locker room and hit her head."
"I see. But, aren't those attacks staged? I understand that you all work and it does hurt but, I read on a wrestling site and I heard from my younger son that the attacks are staged." Doctor Wong asked, looking up from the clipboard.
"Yeah, most of them are. But, this one wasn't. Anyways, Doctor...when will I be able to know how she's doing?" Spanky said, changing the topic of the conversation.
"I don't suggest that you wait overnight, sir. It's going to take awhile because we have to see if she wakes up first. Why don't you gentlemen head out for the night and if you want to see Miss Owens, I guess it'd have to be tomorrow."
"But! But!" Spanky tried to protest but, the APA began dragging him out of the hospital.
"Alright, Doctor. Thanks. We'll take care of him." Bradshaw said, as him and Farooq dragged Spanky all the way over to the car, threw him in and then drove back to the arena to get their things.
When they arrived at the arena, Vince McMahon was waiting for them in the parking lot. He wasn't in character at the moment and actually looked approachable. The night had ended just a couple of minutes ago and before Spanky, Farooq and Bradshaw could get over to Vince, they were mobbed by fans who wanted pictures and autographs. Fifteen minutes later, they finally reached Vince. "How is she?" He asked, tapping his foot on the ground.
"We have no idea. The Doctor told us to stop by tomorrow to check on her." Spanky said.
"What happened?" The Boss questioned as the four of them began walking back into the arena.
"The Bashams beat her up and threw her to the wall. She hit her head and became unconcious." Spanky told him, as he watched the APA go back to their office to grab their things. He walked with Mr. McMahon to his office.
"Well, I guess that's another one out on injury. Thanks, Kendrick. You're a good kid." Vince McMahon said, opening the door to his office.
"Thanks Mr. McMahon." Spanky said with a smile before heading off to his own locker room.
It was 7:30 in the morning of the next day and Spanky was up and ready in his hotel room. He hardly got any sleep that night because all he could think about was Sprinkle and whatever condition she might be in. Spanky paced around his room, dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a white short-sleeved button down. He began tugging at his shaggy hair and was growing more nervous by the minute. Farooq and Bradshaw had agreed to go to the hospital with them but it was only 7:40 by the time Spanky had begun pacing and he was afraid of waking up the two men. Spanky decided to go for a walk and grabbed his black windbreaker. He left his hotel room and walked down the corridor, over to the elevator. He was going down when at the fourth floor, the elevator stopped and the door opened. In walked the United States Champion, Eddie Guerreo. Eddie had on a black t-shirt with black jeans. His hair was slicked back and he had his title belt draped over his shoulder. His tag team title belt was around his waist. "Hey Esse! How's it going, homes?" Eddie asked, as Spanky laughed.
"Eddie...we're not on TV. What's with this being in-character thing?"
"Hey, chico! Eddie Guerreo has no character on TV! Eddie Guerreo is the United States Champion and the Tag Team Champion, 24/7! You got that, Esse?" Eddie said, with a laugh. He was only kidding around. The two men headed down to the main floor together and then went their seperate ways. Eddie was headed to the hotel's diner as Spanky left the area and began walking along the streets. He stuck his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he walked, scuffing the bottom of his sneakers onto the sidewalk. As he was walking, he spotted a small rock and began kicking it along. He gave the rock a kick and the grey stone went flying to the side, and hit a car that was driving along. The driver honked and then pulled over. Spanky noticed and started walking quickly, scared of the driver. The driver was a muscular man, who towered over him at 6'4" and weighed at around 230 lbs. He was bald and was wearing a sleeveless black t-shirt. The black t-shirt had a skull and crossbones on the front and his arms were littered with tattoos. The man also had an eyebrow ring and the middle of his noise pierced, like a bull. The man's face began growing red as he chased after Spanky down the street. The muscular man had finally caught up with the frightened out of his skin Brian Kendrick and grabbed him by the collar of his jacket.
"Hey Kid! Don't think you can run from me." He grunted, spinning Spanky around. Spanky winced.
"It was an accident. I didn't mean to do it." He whimpered, his knees shaking. The muscular man pointed his finger that was the size of a hot dog at Spanky and put his face closer to his.
"Why I oughta...hey! Aren't you Spanky from the WWE?" The guy asked, smiling as he took his face away and put his finger down.
"Yes." Spanky answered, still scared of the man.
"I love the WWE! I'm sorry about getting man, Spanky. I didn't know who you were. Do you think I could get an autograph?" The man asked him, this time his facial expressions resembled the Easter bunny.
"Sure!" Brian Kendrick said, as he followed the man over to his black truck. Spanky saw the scratch that the rock he kicked made and cringed inside. He thanked God that he worked for the WWE or he'd look like a pile of dog crap on the street. The man pulled out a pad of paper and a felt pen from the glove compartment of his car. Spanky had to try his hardest not to laugh at the Powerpuff Girls pad of paper the man had and his pink felt pen. The man handed the paper and pen over to Spanky.
"I'm sorry, I didn't get your name." Spanky apologized, biting his lip and trying not to laugh.
"Oh yeah, sorry about that! My name is Georgie."
"George?" Spanky questioned, not sure if he heard right.
"No, Georgie." The man corrected him. Oh boy! The tough guy's name was Georgie. Spanky signed the paper with,
"Georgie,
I'm sorry about your car. Thanks for watching.
Spanky." He then handed the things back to the tough guy, Georgie. The man smiled and placed the items back into his glove compartment.
"Thanks a lot, Spanky."
"No problem. Have a nice day!" Spanky called out as he waved and walked off. As soon as Spanky had stepped onto the next street and Georgie was out of sight, he began laughing to himself.
Spanky had finished with his walk at around 9:20 and headed back into the hotel. Bradshaw and Farooq, or as most people called them when they weren't on TV, John Layfield and Ron Simmons were sitting at the lobby, waiting. They saw him walk in and got out of their seats.
"Kendrick!" Ron called out. Brian Kendrick spun around to see the men waiting for him.
"How long have you guys been waiting?" Brian Kendrick asked, walking towards them.
"About ten minutes. We checked your room but, you were gone so we came down here. Did you go for a walk or something?" John Layfield questioned, as the trio began walking to the underground parking lot of the hotel.
"Yeah. You'll never guess what happened!" He exclaimed, cracking a smile.
"You were mobbed by a bunch of obsessed preteen girls?" Ron Simmons asked, as Layfield laughed.
"No. I was kicking a rock along the street and I accidently hit some guy's car. And this guy is huge! He's bald and muscular, with tattoos and piercings. He was even wearing a t-shirt with a skull and crossbones on it. Anyways, he's yelling at me until he realizes who I am. And then he asks for my autograph. He pulls out a pink felt pen and a Powerpuff Girls pad of paper. And guess what his name is?"
"Herman?" Ron Simmons asked as he unlocked his SUV.
"Nope, but that would've been an equally funny name. Georgie!" Kendrick laughed as he got into the back seat.
"This coming from a guy who's wrestling name is Spanky!" John Layfield laughed as Ron Simmons got in and started the car.
"Spanky's better than Georgie!" Kendrick fought back in defense as the SUV made its way to the hospital.
A half an hour later, Brian Kendrick, Ron Simmons and John Layfield were walking into the hospital. It wasn't really busy, in fact the place seemed empty. There was a different secretary at the front desk this time, and this one looked like she had gotten some sleep. The secretary was young, in her early twenties with shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. She sat at the desk, typing something at her computer. She was so absorbed in her work that she didn't notice that the three men stood infront of her until John Layfield cleared his throat. The secretary jumped and then looked up at the waiting men. "I'm sorry! Who are you here to see?" She asked, fixing herself.
"Alicia Owens." Brian Kendrick said, feeling weird because he was using her real name, instead of Sprinkle. The secretary typed the name into the computer and after a few seconds, she responded with,
"Room 211."
"Thank you." Brian Kendrick said and the three men walked off, in search of Alicia's hospital room.
After a couple minutes of searching, they finally found it. The door was open so they walked in. As soon as they entered, they saw Alicia Owens laying in bed, staring at the white wall that stood infront of her. She saw them walk in and gazed at them.