A medical man goes through the corridors to Aleister Deadgrave's locker. Camera follows.
Doctor: Good morning, Mr. Deadgrave. I'm Dr. Phillip Greensman. I've been examining the blood and urine samples you provided last week according to NICW's anti-doping politics. Good news is that you're free of steroids or any kind of permormance enhancing drugs. On the other hand I found in your samples certain substances and compounds that are far away from the regular levels.
The doctor looks through the file then goes on.
Doctor: I've been informed that for a couple of weeks you're using some kind of pills. Painkillers if I'm not mistaken and I'm here to fully asure you that phisically you're completely fit - no injuries, no muscle pains... And further use of those pills as a matter of fact causes....
Aleister Deadgrave interrupts him.
AD: Did you finish yet ?! I stand here listening to you patiently, something I don't usualy do. Now get out!
Doctor: But Mr. Deadgrave your health is at stake. I strongly suggest you postpone your match tonight. You've no idea how...
AD interrupts him again.
AD: Blah blah blah blah blah. I'm alive therefore I'll fight. I'm fine the pills are fine. I don't give a **** what your files say. I could use second opinion, right !? MINE. And it says go to the ring and kick some ***.
Doctor: You're underestimating the danger Mr. Deadgrave. Your heart could stop any second on this very ring! Please be reasonable!
AD: I'm reasonable enough not to knock you out right now!
AD air slaps him.
AD: Now get the **** out! And don't bother to come here ever again! Next time send the nurse. The blond one. She'll be much more useful than you.
AD gives a grin as the scene fades.
