12-30-2013, 08:40 AM
“If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?”
-George Carlin
-George Carlin
"My different personalities leave me in peace now"
-Anna Freud
-Anna Freud
You smell that? ...That is the smell of named brand cleaning products and a fresh scene of peppermint. That must mean, that we are in a doctor's office of some sort. Yes indeed, our scene begins at the offices of "MICHAEL. H WHITAKER -PSYCHOLOGIST INC." ..After the recent showings of his multiple personalities in promos and him losing the United States title, the powers that be in XWF decided John needed to go see his doctor and get back to status quo so to speak.
We see John inside the cold bland waiting room, watching the television hanging on the wall and thumbing through a old issue of People magazine with the cover torn half off. We have all been there folks. "Michael is ready to see you now" ...says Betty the receptionist. John gets up from the stiff chair that has no padding and begins making his way down the hallway, to the doctor's office. He slowly enters the room and is greeted by Michael. "Good to see you again John, please have a seat." ....John sits down on the nineteen seventies esque love-seat and props his feet up on the desk.
So John, let's get right down to this shall we. I recently received a call from your boss over at XWF and he informed me that you are kinda going through a rough patch right now. Tell me, what exactly is going on..
*John notices the doctor getting out his yellow legal pad and purple pen. He thinks to himself that this will be a long one*..Well doctor, my multiple personalities have been showing up again. As you know, part of our job at XWF is to cut what we call promos on our opponents. So that the fans will buy the tickets and pack the arenas so to speak. Anyways, being a fan of professional wrestling and a student of the game, I have guys I used to watch as a kid and during my promos here recently, I have been imitating them and it's not planned. I don't get up and go "yeah let me imitate joe blow" ...like here recently I was caring a Halliburton that only had a tooth-pick inside of it. I don't know where it came from because I don't own a Halliburton and if I did, I wouldn't carry a fucking tooth-pick in it..*John chuckles to himself as he watches the doctor jot down notes*
Hmm, let me ask you this John. I was looking back over at your file the other day and seen that you have not recently been prescribed your normal dosage of Lithium. When you had your correct dosage, did you suffer from any form of multiple personalities or any manic depressive states?
To be perfectly honest with you doctor, no I haven't and I know where this is going. I know your next question will be "well are you taking anything now? or why aren't you taking anything now?" and maybe it was the tokes of the joint I had before I came in or I just feeling like being truthful but whatever medication that gets prescribed to me, I end up selling on the side to a couple people just to have some extra cash. Yes I know, go ahead and shoot me..
*A look of disappointment grows upon the face of the doctor but he just ends up shaking his head*..Well how do you expect to get any better if you sell your meds? Look I am not going to lecture you because you are a big boy that can make his own decisions but I would be careful doing that John. Now, why don't we talk about Lou shall we?
*John quickly gets up from the seat and waves his finger in disapproval at Michael*..Doctor, there is nothing to talk about ..alright?
Come on John, we can't really get to the root of the problem if we don't talk about it. So come on and have a seat and let's talk about Lou and the work you do for this so called "dark Lord" shall we?..
I don't have time for this doctor, I came here on behalf of my boss. So why don't you get your pad out, write me a prescription and we can both go on our damn way
*The doctor pulls out his pad from the desk and begins scribbling down on it like all doctors do*...This should help with the issues some what. You can take em, sell them, do whatever you want. Maybe it can help you focus for your match this coming Monday. Your boss told me all about it...*The doctor rips off the paper and hands it to John*
Thank you doctor and until we meet again...
John walks out of the office like a man on a mission. He heads outside and looks at the paper and gives off a smile as our scene slowly comes to a close.
We see John inside the cold bland waiting room, watching the television hanging on the wall and thumbing through a old issue of People magazine with the cover torn half off. We have all been there folks. "Michael is ready to see you now" ...says Betty the receptionist. John gets up from the stiff chair that has no padding and begins making his way down the hallway, to the doctor's office. He slowly enters the room and is greeted by Michael. "Good to see you again John, please have a seat." ....John sits down on the nineteen seventies esque love-seat and props his feet up on the desk.
So John, let's get right down to this shall we. I recently received a call from your boss over at XWF and he informed me that you are kinda going through a rough patch right now. Tell me, what exactly is going on..
*John notices the doctor getting out his yellow legal pad and purple pen. He thinks to himself that this will be a long one*..Well doctor, my multiple personalities have been showing up again. As you know, part of our job at XWF is to cut what we call promos on our opponents. So that the fans will buy the tickets and pack the arenas so to speak. Anyways, being a fan of professional wrestling and a student of the game, I have guys I used to watch as a kid and during my promos here recently, I have been imitating them and it's not planned. I don't get up and go "yeah let me imitate joe blow" ...like here recently I was caring a Halliburton that only had a tooth-pick inside of it. I don't know where it came from because I don't own a Halliburton and if I did, I wouldn't carry a fucking tooth-pick in it..*John chuckles to himself as he watches the doctor jot down notes*
Hmm, let me ask you this John. I was looking back over at your file the other day and seen that you have not recently been prescribed your normal dosage of Lithium. When you had your correct dosage, did you suffer from any form of multiple personalities or any manic depressive states?
To be perfectly honest with you doctor, no I haven't and I know where this is going. I know your next question will be "well are you taking anything now? or why aren't you taking anything now?" and maybe it was the tokes of the joint I had before I came in or I just feeling like being truthful but whatever medication that gets prescribed to me, I end up selling on the side to a couple people just to have some extra cash. Yes I know, go ahead and shoot me..
*A look of disappointment grows upon the face of the doctor but he just ends up shaking his head*..Well how do you expect to get any better if you sell your meds? Look I am not going to lecture you because you are a big boy that can make his own decisions but I would be careful doing that John. Now, why don't we talk about Lou shall we?
*John quickly gets up from the seat and waves his finger in disapproval at Michael*..Doctor, there is nothing to talk about ..alright?
Come on John, we can't really get to the root of the problem if we don't talk about it. So come on and have a seat and let's talk about Lou and the work you do for this so called "dark Lord" shall we?..
I don't have time for this doctor, I came here on behalf of my boss. So why don't you get your pad out, write me a prescription and we can both go on our damn way
*The doctor pulls out his pad from the desk and begins scribbling down on it like all doctors do*...This should help with the issues some what. You can take em, sell them, do whatever you want. Maybe it can help you focus for your match this coming Monday. Your boss told me all about it...*The doctor rips off the paper and hands it to John*
Thank you doctor and until we meet again...
John walks out of the office like a man on a mission. He heads outside and looks at the paper and gives off a smile as our scene slowly comes to a close.