The scene takes place in a doctor's office.

 

Blacksmith: What do you mean you are not going to clear me to compete at lution? Are you out of your mind?

 

Doctor: Mr Matteo. I remind you that no more than four months ago you risked being paralyzed following a car accident. Competing now would be a risk. A risk I'm not about to let you take, sorry.

Blacksmith: And why? The values ​​are good, I feel good... what happened is behind us...

 

Doctor: Listen..

 

Blacksmith: LISTEN THIS ASS!

 

 

Blacksmith bangs his fists on the table

 

 

Blacksmith: Already four months ago, for the umpteenth time, I was stopped from becoming champion, and taking part in a triple threat match with two of the biggest superstars this fucking federation has to offer.

 

Blacksmith: And now that I have the opportunity to kick Quartz'ass on the biggest stage of the year, you do want to stop me?

 

Blacksmith: I'm tired of being blocked. I didn't stop after hellish matches, where I landed on burning tables, hit by every tool imaginable, kendo sticks, steel chairs, and even aluminum barrels.

 

Blacksmith: I didn't stop when Hito or Solomon Caine tried to put me in a wheelchair. And I won't even now.

 

Blacksmith: Is that clear?

 

Doctor: Clear. But then I have to ask you to sign this...

 

Blacksmith: What is this?

 

Doctor: A self-certification. Where you declare that you were aware of the risks and that everything that happens will be your responsibility.Sign this, and I will authorize you to enter the ring.

 

Blacksmith signs the certification sheet and walks to the door to leave.

 

Doctor: Good luck Blacksmith. I hope everything goes well for you.

 

Blacksmith: it always goes well...

Wish he euthanised you.