Ice would be in the back having a patch put back on his head over where it can bleed, in the trainers room.
"Ice, you seriously can't do this match." said the trainer.
"NO! I will not take no for an answer." said Ice.
"We have to send you home." said the trainer. "Your concussion is still severe."
"No, dammit, I will do this match." said Ice.
The trainers and referees would gather around Ice.
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!" Ice would pick up his fairy wand and start swinging it. Everyone would back away from the sharp edges on the star end of it.
Ice would rip off the patch on his head.
"I WILL DO THIS MATCH WITH A BROKEN HAND, BROKEN FOOT," said Ice as he would start hitting the spot on his head with it can bleed.
"I WILL DO THIS MATCH" said Ice as he started bleeding and his face would get more and more covered by the crimson juices oozing out of his head as he kept hitting himself. "AHHHH!"
Ice would walk out of the room with his fairy wand in hand looking around making sure no one is stopping him.
"AND I DON'T CARE IF I GO DOWN, CHEMICAL, ASKI, IF I GO DOWN I'M TAKING SOMEONE WITH ME."
Ice would leave the room and be on his way to the ring!
