Beep... Beep... Beep...
The start of the video feed showed a scene that many would've thought to be impossible before Showdown. In a large hospital room, a brutally beaten Matt Shanahan laid unconscious in a bed, his entire form covered in bruises, his arms both in casts, his left eye and head wrapped up, and his chest heavily covered in blood-soaked gauze. The sound of a heart monitor beeped beside his bed, making sure the former champion was still alive. Various medical equipment was hooked up to him, though he knew nothing of it. He hadn't woken up since the Mother of All Bombs was delivered to him at the end of Showdown.
"... His condition is stable, though it's doubtful he'll ever be the same. His injuries are far too severe in his arms and torso to ever be fully functional again." A man's voice sounded through the room as the camera panned out, bringing a slim, graying doctor into view. In his older years, the man was clearly a professional in his practice. Either that, he graduated med school extremely late. He seemed to be talking on a cellular phone, and the conversation seemed to not please the man, judging by the annoyed look on his face. "... No ma'am, there can be no visitors. Any cause for excitement would spike his heart rate and that's the last thing we need right no-" He was suddenly cut off by the sound of the other person screaming from the other end of the line; a female voice, could it be Christina Parks? Don't get your hopes up.
Without another word, the doctor hung up the phone and shoved it in his pocket, a distasteful look upon his grizzled features. He turned around to look at the unconscious God of Punks laid out in the bed, "... Maybe he'll choose a safer profession now." The doctor muttered as he exited the room, closing the door shut and locking it behind him. After all, Matt Shanahan wasn't just another patient. He had insurance.
The man paced down the hallway towards the Nurse's desk, where a lone woman sat behind a computer while other nurses continued to scatter here or there, attending to the other patients in the huge hospital. "Nurse, please make sure no one visits the Shanahan room until further notice; especially angry females. The man is lucky to be alive as it is..." The doctor spoke to a nurse as he approached, dropping the key onto the counter as he did.
"Of course, Doctor Jones. No one will be in or out." The nurse responded in a bored tone, not once looking up from her computer. Anyone behind her would see that she was only playing a round of Bejeweled; how exciting being a nurse could be.
As soon as the woman got five red gems in a row, her computer shut off. A look of pure confusement etched across her face, "... What the hell," she muttered while giving the monitor a smack. As if on queue, the lights in the building shut off with a loud BOOM as soon as her hand hit the plastic casing. Various clattering and voices screaming out echoed through the hallways, due to nurses falling over or knocking items down in their wake to find a light source.
The confusion was cut short as the emergency power supply kicked in, allowing certain lights through-out the building to flicker on with a dim buzz. Immediately, nurses began to run through the area once more, opening doors and checking on patients. Every door was unlocked and every patient was soon accounted for... Except one.
With a hesitant look, the nurse at the desk eyed the key that the doctor had set down on her counter. No one had bothered to try Matt Shanahan's door, and she knew that doctor would be pissed if she didn't account for the patient he had left in her hands. She plucked the key from the counter with a sigh, pushing herself up and walking down the hallway towards the room.
"... Mr. Shanahan, are you alright in there?" She called as she began to unlock the door, unaware that the man was unconscious. "... Idiot..." She muttered once she opened the door, pacing into the room... To see the bed completely empty, the sound of a heart monitor flat-lining resonating against the thick walls. Her eyes went wide in shock, examining the matress where casts and bloodsoaked wrappings laid scattered across it. She began to search the room frantically, yelling out, "Mr. Shanahan!" as she did. But there was no God of Punks to be found... The man had vanished in thin air.
"... Doctor Jones!" The nurse screamed as she stumbled out of the room. The camera focused on the empty bed, though...Where was the former champion? Where was Matt Shanahan?
The start of the video feed showed a scene that many would've thought to be impossible before Showdown. In a large hospital room, a brutally beaten Matt Shanahan laid unconscious in a bed, his entire form covered in bruises, his arms both in casts, his left eye and head wrapped up, and his chest heavily covered in blood-soaked gauze. The sound of a heart monitor beeped beside his bed, making sure the former champion was still alive. Various medical equipment was hooked up to him, though he knew nothing of it. He hadn't woken up since the Mother of All Bombs was delivered to him at the end of Showdown.
"... His condition is stable, though it's doubtful he'll ever be the same. His injuries are far too severe in his arms and torso to ever be fully functional again." A man's voice sounded through the room as the camera panned out, bringing a slim, graying doctor into view. In his older years, the man was clearly a professional in his practice. Either that, he graduated med school extremely late. He seemed to be talking on a cellular phone, and the conversation seemed to not please the man, judging by the annoyed look on his face. "... No ma'am, there can be no visitors. Any cause for excitement would spike his heart rate and that's the last thing we need right no-" He was suddenly cut off by the sound of the other person screaming from the other end of the line; a female voice, could it be Christina Parks? Don't get your hopes up.
Without another word, the doctor hung up the phone and shoved it in his pocket, a distasteful look upon his grizzled features. He turned around to look at the unconscious God of Punks laid out in the bed, "... Maybe he'll choose a safer profession now." The doctor muttered as he exited the room, closing the door shut and locking it behind him. After all, Matt Shanahan wasn't just another patient. He had insurance.
The man paced down the hallway towards the Nurse's desk, where a lone woman sat behind a computer while other nurses continued to scatter here or there, attending to the other patients in the huge hospital. "Nurse, please make sure no one visits the Shanahan room until further notice; especially angry females. The man is lucky to be alive as it is..." The doctor spoke to a nurse as he approached, dropping the key onto the counter as he did.
"Of course, Doctor Jones. No one will be in or out." The nurse responded in a bored tone, not once looking up from her computer. Anyone behind her would see that she was only playing a round of Bejeweled; how exciting being a nurse could be.
As soon as the woman got five red gems in a row, her computer shut off. A look of pure confusement etched across her face, "... What the hell," she muttered while giving the monitor a smack. As if on queue, the lights in the building shut off with a loud BOOM as soon as her hand hit the plastic casing. Various clattering and voices screaming out echoed through the hallways, due to nurses falling over or knocking items down in their wake to find a light source.
The confusion was cut short as the emergency power supply kicked in, allowing certain lights through-out the building to flicker on with a dim buzz. Immediately, nurses began to run through the area once more, opening doors and checking on patients. Every door was unlocked and every patient was soon accounted for... Except one.
With a hesitant look, the nurse at the desk eyed the key that the doctor had set down on her counter. No one had bothered to try Matt Shanahan's door, and she knew that doctor would be pissed if she didn't account for the patient he had left in her hands. She plucked the key from the counter with a sigh, pushing herself up and walking down the hallway towards the room.
"... Mr. Shanahan, are you alright in there?" She called as she began to unlock the door, unaware that the man was unconscious. "... Idiot..." She muttered once she opened the door, pacing into the room... To see the bed completely empty, the sound of a heart monitor flat-lining resonating against the thick walls. Her eyes went wide in shock, examining the matress where casts and bloodsoaked wrappings laid scattered across it. She began to search the room frantically, yelling out, "Mr. Shanahan!" as she did. But there was no God of Punks to be found... The man had vanished in thin air.
"... Doctor Jones!" The nurse screamed as she stumbled out of the room. The camera focused on the empty bed, though...Where was the former champion? Where was Matt Shanahan?
