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Dr. McLane: [Slowly pressing the needle into the cut.] This is going to burn.
Darrel: [ARGHHH!]
Dr. McLane: [Removing the syringe] That didn’t hurt too bad did it?
Darrel: [Looking at the name tag] When did Batee hire you? I thought only Dr. Jacobs was to work on me?
Dr. McLane: [As he’s stitching] There are too many potential cuts in this tournament so your boss doubled the staff. Jacobs is busy with someone else so they sent me in here to patch you up.
Darrel: [Not looking at the doctor] How bad is the cut?
Dr. McLane: It is pretty bad. You will need real stitches as soon as you can get to the hospital, but I am closing you up ok with butterflies.
Darrel: Will they hold up to getting hit?
Dr. McLane: This is bad enough that you shouldn’t be wrestling, that’s for sure. Couple it with the ribs and the concussion and you would be suicidal to fight.
Darrel: You’re right, I shouldn’t be fighting. You know my head is all scrambled but you remind me of someone. Passed the mustache and glasses, I can’t for the life of me…
Dr. McLane: [Pulling his light down to his forehead.]
[The doctor, stunned by the admission, stops working and looks at Darrel. Despite the wild man beard and the dried blood around his face, Besolve’s eyes still gleam their charismatic and alluring glow.]
Darrel: I lost my little girl, I’m half hung over, and I took a plunge from about 20 feet in the air to the floor of an arena and there is no good reason for me to be getting into another fight tonight. I’m not crazy, Doc, I know that’s right, but you shouldn’t be crazy neither cuz we both know I’m gonna whether I should or not. I got by on adrenaline at first, but now it’s starting to pass and I’m tightening up something fierce in my stomach and chest. You got a job to do, you keep people going keep the horses on the track; I got a job to do too and it’s out there winning MY belt. I ain’t got a lot left to hang on to right now, Doc, I need this. Help me out.
Dr. McLane: [Long Pause] What are you thinking?
Darrel: Cortisone would loosen me up; let me keep going even if the ribs are busted.
Dr. McLane: Pain is natural, Mr. Besolve. Pain is what keeps us from doing things that our body knows we shouldn’t do. Pain takes the place of smarts when we refuse to use good sense. You don’t want to feel the pain in your chest so that you can keep fighting longer than your body should be fighting that no kind of help, sir. What you are asking me to do is wrong.
Darrel: Nah, Doc, what I’m asking you to do is have mercy. That’s what the Hippocratic Oath is all about to do no harm. We both know if I go out there like I am right now, I’m gonna go through something unbearable. No need for me to go through that as long as you have a substance, one that isn’t banned, to give me a chance a fighter’s chance.
Dr. McLane: It’s unethical.
Darrel: Is it ethical to send me out there unable to defend myself because of the hurt?
[The Doctor looks down at the ground, then back into the eyes of the persuasive Boy Wonder. He doesn’t see a druggy begging for a fix, he sees a hero searching for a way to fight the good fight.]
Dr. McLane: I can’t give you anything that I wouldn’t give to anyone else.
Darrel: [Interrupting] You aren’t hearing me!
Dr. McLane: [Interrupting right back] Let me finish. I can’t give you anything, but my bag is over there.
[He points to one of the bags he has resting in the room.]
Dr. McLane: Now, I am going to leave after I get you stitched up here. If it were to take you a couple of minutes to get your composure before you left, that’ll be your doing and your doing alone.
Darrel: You’re a good man, Doc.
Dr. McLane: I’m not so sure about that sometimes. I’m done Mr. Besolve.
Darrel: Thanks Doc.
[Limping over to the bag, Besolve notices the initials, “W.J.”]
Darrel: [Thinking to himself] I thought his name was McLane?
[Removing the bottle and doing his thing, Besolve sighs as he limps out of the room. Panning to a closet door that’s now opening, the crowd is shocked to see “The Crippler” Matt McClain step out with his cell phone to his ear.]
Matt McClain: You sure that stuff is going to alter his outlook on life? [Inaudible talking] I don’t want him passed the next round! [Inaudible talking] That son of a bitch is going to pay for costing me my title. Tonight, it’s going to be Darrel Besolve who finds out what it’s like to be forgotten!
[Fade back to the announcers and a booing crowd.]
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