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John Austin · (02-18-2014)

Our scene opens up in the offices of Dr. Lori Allen, one of the best therapists in the entire state of Virginia. Pictures of her family line the walls, along with her degrees and certain classic paintings that we are all familiar with. A fifty gallon fish tank lines up perfectly on the right side of the room and is filled with only the best tropical fish money can buy. We see Lori sitting behind her desk, her luscious long brown hair is out of its usual pony-tail and is flowing off to the side. She rubs her eyes out of frustration....

*She Sighs*.....This is getting real tiresome John. We have already been through one hour so far of this two hour session and I feel like I am swimming in quick sand with you. Please tell me what is really troubling you because I feel like you are not being honest with me...

The camera turns to John Austin who is sitting in a leather seat that is in adjacent from Lori's desk. He is seen clutching a sliver Halliburton for dear life.

He hurt her doc...he hurt her bad and my queen is away from me. I can't feel the pleasures that she gives me and that makes me a little bit nutty. You see, she is my world. I worship the ground she walks on and when he took her out of the picture, I have been going through my withdraws. Our sessions we have is my drug doctor and now since she is gone.. I have it bad.

Who hurt her? and will you put that DAMN briefcase down, jeez.

His name is Ezekiel Carter, a co-worker doctor and no I can not, I was given strict and direct orders to not let go of this until I am told to.

She gets up from behind her desk and begins walking around the room. We hear her grumble to herself before she stops in her tracks. She looks at Austin, with a smile

I have a idea John, why don't you tell me about this next appearance you have scheduled for your job. I know you have things troubling you right now but you must be excited to take a trip out to Sochi, Russia...if I am correct?

Oh yes doc, this will be my first time in Russia and I am a little excited and afraid. I know most individuals laugh at my chosen profession and say its fake and all a work but I take what I do very seriously and with my queen laid up in the hospital, I feel afraid to what might happen to my opponents.

Can you care to elaborate John?

Well for one, without my sessions, I become a little deranged. I mean just yesterday when I was at home, I was yelling at the lamp, why? I have no fucking clue and now I have to go out there and take on not one but two individuals. There is no telling what my partner and I specially are capable of doing. I have so many sick and twisted things going on in my brain doctor and I feel for these two individuals who will be standing on the opposite side of the ring from me this coming up Monday.

The doctor walks back behind her desk and sits down in the office chair. A loud squeak can be heard through-out the room as you can tell that this chair has seen its better days. She pulls out a yellow legal pad and pen and begins to jot down some notes and thoughts.

It seems to me John that Christine means a awful lot in your life. Now I don't know what these so called "sessions" are that you refer to but with her away I would suggest you take a few days off. Go visit Christine in the hospital and then go some place nice and warm and try to relax before your trip to Sochi.

John gets up from the leather chair and slams the Halliburton down on the hardwood floor. The case lays partially open now from the force but John pays it no mind and walks over to the desk. He slams his hands down on it and gets the doctor's full attention

Let me tell you something doctor, how would you like it if one of your co-workers, took out your husband and two beautiful children. He hurt them so bad that they lied up in the hospital, not knowing if they will live to see tomorrow. I bet you would be pissed off wouldn't you? Maybe want to inflict a little punishment of your own?...Well now you know what I am going through doctor. This isn't just pro rasslin' now doctor, this has became far more than just that. You see, what I intend to do here on Monday will be just a little taste for Ezekiel Carter.

Easy John, I didn't mean to cause such a disturbance inside of you. Let's go ahead and end the session for the day. Let me help you get your briefcase, if I may?

John hangs his head down low and shakes his head in agreement. They walk over to the Halliburton that lays in the center of the room. She goes to pick it up but all of its contents fall out

Oh John! I am sorry, let me help you

They both bend down to pick up what fell out and she realizes the contents. A pair of Christine Nash's panties, a dog collar and a small leather whip. The doctor begins to chuckle a little

I swear doctor, I didn't know...I...I

John quickly grabs everything that fell out and places it back inside the case. He locks the case shut with the quickest of ease. He picks up a small piece of paper that came out as well. He brings it up to the light to read it

Quote:Thought you would enjoy this slave...After you see the contents of what I packed for you, three weeks ago ..what I want you to do is place the collar around your neck, put on these pair of panties, place the whip in your mouth and bite down. When you do all this, send me a picture from your cell or the sessions will get much worse

XOXO,,,,,

Your Master

John quickly crumbles up the note and places it in his pocket.

Doctor, it is a pleasure of course but I need to get going..

John places the case underneath his right arm and quickly heads out of the doctor's office. Lori stands in the center, shaking her head and laughing in a state of shock as our scene comes to a close

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