Letting It Out

I had torn my ACL. That's what the doctors had told me, and after my surgery, I was told I'd be out for at least six months. I sighed as I sat backstage, ready to go out to the ring and vacate the Extreme Division Championship. Why did this have to happen now? I felt like everything I had worked for had been flushed down the drain. I could hear the mocking insults from my family now.

My segment would kick off the show, which would be starting soon. So I managed to stand and began to walk backstage on my crutches. Everyone made sure to give me a wide berth and flashed me sympathetic looks. My Killer Instinct compatriots were not here as their flights had been delayed. I made it to the curtain just as I heard the words, "No one will survive!" I hobbled out of the curtain to be greeted by booing fans.