Hardwired Aftermath

[Kara Carbajal]

We cut backstage to the trainer’s room as we see Eduardo Gutiérrez sitting on a medical table being checked over by one of the EMT’s while Kara “Killer” Carbajal, Miguel Ortiz and Solana Ortiz are watching on.

Eduardo Gutiérrez: Ow!

Carbajal then grabs the EMT by the scruff of his collar.

Kara "Killer" Carbajal: Hey! Be gentle! Or else I’ll have your ass fired for negligence! Now do your fucking job properly!

Letting go of the man, she allows him to get back to his job as she looks on with concern on her face for the young Spaniard. Solana turned on Miguel for a minute, anger in her eyes as she looked at her younger brother.

Solana Ortiz: ¡Dos veces! ¡En una noche! ¡El maldito maletín a la pobre cara de Eduardo dos veces en una noche! (Twice! In one night! The damn briefcase to Eduardo's poor face twice in one night!)

Miguel Ortiz: He knows the risks, Sol. You can’t yell at me every time the kid gets hurt!

Solana narrowed her eyes at her brother before she moved over to Ed’s other side, squeezing his shoulder gently as she did. The young Spaniard takes hold of his girlfriend’s hand and squeezes it softly.

Eduardo Gutiérrez: Miguel is right, Mami. I gotta do what I gotta do for mi familia… and that comes with a lot of risk sometimes.

Kara "Killer" Carbajal: If anyone is to blame… it’s the two bitches we beat tonight. The first hit was collateral damage courtesy of Abi… but the second one shouldn’t have happened because that little annoying child shouldn’t have stuck her nose into my business with getting back my Undisputed Championship!

As the conversation continues, the EMT moves on from checking E-C-E’s nose to using a small light to check his eyes. Solana returned the hand squeeze as she glanced from Ed to Miguel, shaking her head lightly.

Solana Ortiz: I ask him to look out for you, to not let you do anything reckless when you’re not scheduled in the match. Can’t even do that for me.

Miguel Ortiz: Look, they’ll be dealt with. We’re going to have them in a War Games match. They’re not going to get away with any of this.

Solana rolled her eyes, a sigh escaping her lips. Finally she looked at the EMT, frustration evident in her voice.

Solana Ortiz: So are you going to tell us anything or should we take him to the hospital for an actual doctor to look at him?

The EMT finishes up his examination and turns his attention to Solana.

EMT: Well… Eduardo here appears to have suffered a broken nose and a concussion from the briefcase shots to his face. Which means no physical activities that could potentially exacerbate either injury for at least eight weeks.

Eduardo Gutiérrez: Eight weeks?! But… doc… I need to be cleared before then! Mi familia needs me for War Games! I think we should get a second opinion… from someone who actually knows what they’re doing! Get out of here, perra!

The EMT takes his leave as Gutiérrez shoos him away. Miguel glared at the EMT as he left the room. Shaking his head, he patted Ed’s back and looked between the three others in the room.

Miguel Ortiz: Let’s get you checked out by a proper doctor. The morons they have here don’t always know what they’re talking about..

The eldest Ortiz gave her boyfriend a hopeful smile and nodded in agreement with her brother.

Solana Ortiz: Miggy’s right. Let’s get another opinion first. Don’t jump to any conclusions yet. Kara, you should probably get properly checked out too. That was a Hell of a spear you gave to that little bitch.

Carbajal nods.

Kara "Killer" Carbajal: I’ll text Zach and let him know what’s going on. And I swear, if this second opinion doesn’t give us the answers we’re hoping for? We’re going to burn the fucking Kingdom to the ground!

The Shieldmaiden then whips out her cell phone and taps a few buttons on it before the four of them take their leave from the medical room as we fade.