Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2012 1:28:08 GMT -5
[Our scene begins inside a modestly furnished psychiatrist's office. The floors are deep maroon carpet an the walls are maroon and dark green wallpaper accented with intricate gold coloered scroll work and floral designs. To our left, situated against the wall, is a dark red leather sette. Across from that, more in the center of the room, is a matching red leather, Queen Anne arm chair.]
[Lying upon the sette is a rather depressed loooking Anthony McNair. He is dressed in balck jeans, black Nike high tops and a balck CZW hoody. His hood is up and both hands are jammed into his front poket. Sitting across from him is his psychiatrist. He is a rather important figure in the extreme wrestling world. He has travelled the world over risking life and limb to win at any costs. Now prematurely old (and getting a little on the porky side) he has retired to his second job. He is TJ Pain.]
[Dr. Pain is dressed oddly for his line of work. He is wearing a pair of black track pants, black and red Converse All Star High Tops, an old and faded RAW is WAR t shirt with no sleeves and a sleeveless black button up shirt. He has mid length, light brown hair and a shaggy, short-ish beard. He has a happy grin on his face and holds a clipboard on his lap and a pen in his right hand.]
TJ Pain: "Hello Anthony. Thank you for coming in today to talk to me today."
[Anthony answers the pleasant greeting of TJ with a gruff "hmph" sound. He is obviously not happpy to be here.]
TJ Pain: "Now come on, Anthony. No need to be all gloomy!"
[Anthony sits up and then slides his hood back. He puts his feet on the floor and looks dead into Dr. Pain's eyes with a look that could be taken for nothing more than dead serious. His tone is complimenting.]
Anthony: "No need? Oh I believe there is plenty need, 'Doc'."
[TJ's grin falters for a split second before returning. Anthony continues to give him a death glare. He slides back on the sette until his back rests against the wall behind him, his feet still on the floor.]
TJ Pain: "Why is that Anthony?"
[Anthony's tone changes to that of extreme sarcasm.]
Anthony: "Gee, 'Doc'. I don't know. Maybe it's because for the first year of my wrestling career I was held down way below my skill level. Or maybe it's because when I moved to a new company looking for a start, I'm kept down again due to their idiotic Board of Directors. Maybe it's just because when I was trying to show him he was wrong for ignoring me last year, I ended up getting beat by Kuk Killswitch!"
[TJ's expression changes suddenly at the mention of the name of Kuk Killswitch. For those who don't know, they were once best friends. Then something happened that caused a very violent and bloody end to it all. He now white knuckles his pen as memories of the not too distant past flood his mind. He hears a clicking noise as Anthony snaps his fingers in front of his eyes in a sarcastic fashion.]
Anthony: "Hellllloooo? 'Doc'? Jesus...I think my psychiatrist is crazier than I am."
[TJ snaps out of his memories and looks back at the now puzzled Anthony. He is slightly confused himeslf, alng with being flustered.]
TJ: "Uhm...yes...where were we?"
Anthony: "I said something about Kuk Killswitch and you started to look like someone just kicked you in the balls."
TJ: "Ah. Well, he and I have history. But that's besides the point. Now, your girlfriend Lacey has informed me that you have an upcoming match where the man you are scheduled to face, Brandon Nytrus, has challenged you to a match where anything goes. How do you feel about that?"
Anthony: "I have already told the oh so fine folks at MPW that I have no problem with that and am fully capable of going into that match."
TJ: "If that is the attitude you have, why are you walking around in such a foul mood?"
[Anthony leaps to his feet in a rage. He looks down at TJ and begins to shout with his fists clenched.]
Anthony: "Why? WHY?! Because after all the talent I have shown, the fucking MPW Board of Directors once again puts me in a match with a total idiot without a fucking clue! Once again I have to go against someone who is obviously beneath me! He says he wants to make me suffer! who does he think I am? Some push over like that little retard form the midwest, Ricky Kimmel? Fuck no I ain't!"
[TJ now stands up himself and gets right in the face of Anthony. He begins shouting himself, obviously not intimidated.]
TJ: "Don't you shout at me like it's my fucking fault you're in this God damn situation! God kows I've had enough of tht in my fucking life. I see a lot of myself of me in oyu, Anthony and I understand your problem with management. I want to help you but I can;t do it until you sit your ASS down and SHUT the FUCK up!."
[Shocked, Anthony sits down on the settee and stares at TJ who sits back into his own chair. He now looks back at Anthony.]
Anthony: "How in the hell are you going to help me?"
TJ: "By helping you tear MPW down to the fucking ground."
[Lying upon the sette is a rather depressed loooking Anthony McNair. He is dressed in balck jeans, black Nike high tops and a balck CZW hoody. His hood is up and both hands are jammed into his front poket. Sitting across from him is his psychiatrist. He is a rather important figure in the extreme wrestling world. He has travelled the world over risking life and limb to win at any costs. Now prematurely old (and getting a little on the porky side) he has retired to his second job. He is TJ Pain.]
[Dr. Pain is dressed oddly for his line of work. He is wearing a pair of black track pants, black and red Converse All Star High Tops, an old and faded RAW is WAR t shirt with no sleeves and a sleeveless black button up shirt. He has mid length, light brown hair and a shaggy, short-ish beard. He has a happy grin on his face and holds a clipboard on his lap and a pen in his right hand.]
TJ Pain: "Hello Anthony. Thank you for coming in today to talk to me today."
[Anthony answers the pleasant greeting of TJ with a gruff "hmph" sound. He is obviously not happpy to be here.]
TJ Pain: "Now come on, Anthony. No need to be all gloomy!"
[Anthony sits up and then slides his hood back. He puts his feet on the floor and looks dead into Dr. Pain's eyes with a look that could be taken for nothing more than dead serious. His tone is complimenting.]
Anthony: "No need? Oh I believe there is plenty need, 'Doc'."
[TJ's grin falters for a split second before returning. Anthony continues to give him a death glare. He slides back on the sette until his back rests against the wall behind him, his feet still on the floor.]
TJ Pain: "Why is that Anthony?"
[Anthony's tone changes to that of extreme sarcasm.]
Anthony: "Gee, 'Doc'. I don't know. Maybe it's because for the first year of my wrestling career I was held down way below my skill level. Or maybe it's because when I moved to a new company looking for a start, I'm kept down again due to their idiotic Board of Directors. Maybe it's just because when I was trying to show him he was wrong for ignoring me last year, I ended up getting beat by Kuk Killswitch!"
[TJ's expression changes suddenly at the mention of the name of Kuk Killswitch. For those who don't know, they were once best friends. Then something happened that caused a very violent and bloody end to it all. He now white knuckles his pen as memories of the not too distant past flood his mind. He hears a clicking noise as Anthony snaps his fingers in front of his eyes in a sarcastic fashion.]
Anthony: "Hellllloooo? 'Doc'? Jesus...I think my psychiatrist is crazier than I am."
[TJ snaps out of his memories and looks back at the now puzzled Anthony. He is slightly confused himeslf, alng with being flustered.]
TJ: "Uhm...yes...where were we?"
Anthony: "I said something about Kuk Killswitch and you started to look like someone just kicked you in the balls."
TJ: "Ah. Well, he and I have history. But that's besides the point. Now, your girlfriend Lacey has informed me that you have an upcoming match where the man you are scheduled to face, Brandon Nytrus, has challenged you to a match where anything goes. How do you feel about that?"
Anthony: "I have already told the oh so fine folks at MPW that I have no problem with that and am fully capable of going into that match."
TJ: "If that is the attitude you have, why are you walking around in such a foul mood?"
[Anthony leaps to his feet in a rage. He looks down at TJ and begins to shout with his fists clenched.]
Anthony: "Why? WHY?! Because after all the talent I have shown, the fucking MPW Board of Directors once again puts me in a match with a total idiot without a fucking clue! Once again I have to go against someone who is obviously beneath me! He says he wants to make me suffer! who does he think I am? Some push over like that little retard form the midwest, Ricky Kimmel? Fuck no I ain't!"
[TJ now stands up himself and gets right in the face of Anthony. He begins shouting himself, obviously not intimidated.]
TJ: "Don't you shout at me like it's my fucking fault you're in this God damn situation! God kows I've had enough of tht in my fucking life. I see a lot of myself of me in oyu, Anthony and I understand your problem with management. I want to help you but I can;t do it until you sit your ASS down and SHUT the FUCK up!."
[Shocked, Anthony sits down on the settee and stares at TJ who sits back into his own chair. He now looks back at Anthony.]
Anthony: "How in the hell are you going to help me?"
TJ: "By helping you tear MPW down to the fucking ground."