Doctor: Shouldn't you be resting?

Odyseus: Don't even try telling me what to do. Do you know how hard it was lying here in a Hospital bed while I watched Blast?

Doctor: You were watching?

Odyseus: And that thing about you. Stop me geting a license? If you do anything to stop me wrestling, I'll make sure you stop breathing. As long as I'm breathing, I'll be out of here and in beautiful Syndey for the PPV.

Doctor: Good luck, if you leave here before you're fully healed, you'll go for about 10 minutes then just collapse. Just give it up. I'm trying to stop you from wrestling at one event, because I want you to actually be able to go toalot more in your life. If you don't get fully recovered, your wrestling days could be over. It's good that you're sitting up and watching TV, but that's nothing. You'll be in that bed for another few weeks Forget about the PPV, look ahead. There'l be other big matches for you. Think about it, I asked you to consider it, but obviously you didn't, but now I'm serious. Think about the concequenses.

Odyseus: Hold up! I'm sick of this persuation bullshit, no matter what anyone says, I'll be there. And you can take your opinion and shove it up your ass.

The Doctor walks away. He re-enters the room minutes later, holding a package.

Doctor: This came for you this morning...

Odyseus: Give it here, if this blows up I'm comin' after you.

Odyseus opens the package. It's the burnt to a crisp steering wheel from the explosion. A note is attached. "To Odyseus. Hahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahaha!!! From Pisspale". Odyseus throws the steering wheel accross the room and smacks a geriatric practising using his new zimmer. He slowly staggers up, steels an old womans electric wheelchair and speeds out of the ward to freedom. Doctors chasing, he escapes the Hospital. The Doctor watches on at the front entrance yelling.

Doctor: You'll be back. You'll collapse in no time. Just wait!

The cameras catch Odyseus mumbling "Time to get Pisspale!"...