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Agony · (03-11-2013)

*Flashback ends*

*One week ago*

Agony is standing before the doors to the psychiatric ward at Mary Washington Hospital. Overcome with fear but driven by his lust for answers Agony pushes through the doors and walks up to the front desk.

Front desk girl: "Is there anything I can help you with, sir?"

Agony: "Where is he!?"

Front desk girl: "Where is who, sir?"

Agony: "Dr. Roberts!?"

Front desk girl: "Sir I think you may be lost, Dr. Roberts is a Trauma Surgeon, this is the Psychiatric ward. He's not here."

Agony: "Take me to him!"

Front desk girl: "Sir I'm gonna have to ask you to calm down."

Agony: "I said take me to him you filthy bitch!"

Agony pulls out his trusty handcuffs and slaps one end to the front desk girl's wrist and one to his own.

Front desk girl: "Okay sir I will! Just un-cuff me and I'll take you right to him!"

Agony: "Take me to him first!"

Front desk girl: "Okay, okay, just don't make any rash decisions. He's in the building right across the street from here. Come with me."

The front desk girl leads Agony through the entrance doors. Just as soon as Agony walks out of the building he is tazed by the security team waiting on the other side. He falls flat to the ground, the security guards un-cuff the girl and hook the other end on Agony's other wrist.

Agony awakens in a padded room wearing a straitjacket. The room is empty, there is nothing but a window and a door. Through the window Agony can see a familiar face. It's Dr. Roberts, the man Agony was so desperate to find. He turns on the intercom.

Dr. Roberts: "Kyle, I'd like to have a word with you if you promise to cooperate."

Agony: "Who the hell is Kyle!? Take this damn thing off of me!"

Dr. Roberts: "You are Kyle, don't you remember?"

Agony: "No I am the Wrestling Messiah! Kyle is long gone! I don't want to remember that weakling!"

Dr. Roberts: "What do you have against Kyle?"

Agony: "He killed me!"

Dr. Roberts: "He killed you? Now how is that be possible, you're standing right there Kyle."

Agony: "No...no! No! No! Stay away from me! Stay away! I don't want to remember!”

Agony begins to recall the rest of the story.

*Flashback begins again*

Dr. Roberts: "The bad news Kyle, is that you weren't alone in the car that night."

Kyle: "What...what do you mean?"

Dr. Roberts: "Kyle, did you know your family wasn't listed under your emergency contacts. In fact you only have one person listed here."

Kyle: " I've lost contact with my family. My best friend Tommy should be listed as my emergency contact. We left home a few years ago to pursue a career in professional wrestling. We’re moving our way up through the independent shows as Agony, that’s me, and The Wrestling Messiah, that’s Tommy. Where is Tommy anyhow?"

Dr. Roberts: "I see...Kyle do you remember anything about that night?"

Kyle: "No doc, I can't seem to...wait a minute, two days ago was our #1 contender match for the CWF Mid-Atlantic tag team championships."

Dr. Roberts: "Kyle, the person that was with you in the car that night was identified as Tommy Howell. I know this may be hard to hear.”

Kyle: "What…what do you mean identified? Where is he doc? Let me see him!"

Dr. Roberts: "Kyle you were very fortunate to survive the crash, some people aren't so fortunate."

Kyle: "Where is he doc!? WHERE IS HE!?"

Kyle becomes violent! Ripping the IV from his arm, Kyle lunges at Dr. Roberts!

Dr. Roberts: "Security! Detain this man! Nurse, sedate him! Quick!”

The security guards detain Kyle while the nurse attempts to inject Kyle with a sedative strong enough to knock out a horse. Kyle fights off the security guards and superkicks the sedative right out of the nurses hand. Kyle makes a break for the window, luckily the trauma center is on the ground floor. Kyle dropkicks his way through the window and emerges on the outside unscathed. He sprints away from the hospital and into the woods where he finally breaks into tears.

Kyle: "Please don't be true...this can't be real. Please forgive me Tommy! You were the closest thing I had to family and now you're gone. This world is so cruel and unfair. I've already lost enough, why would you take from me again god!? Why!? The pain is unreal, the suffering just never stops.

I finally understand god...I get you now. This world is agony, that is what makes the world go round. You either receive it or you dish it out, and I'm tired of receiving. From now on my name is Agony, and that's all that will come from me."

*Flashback ends*

*One week ago*

Kyle's manifestation of his best friend Tommy begins to take over.

Dr. Roberts: “Kyle, you need to calm down, nobody here is coming for you. We all just want to see you get better."

Agony: "I told you I'm not Kyle! I am the Wrestling Messiah!”

Dr. Roberts: "Kyle, please, I can't help you if you don't let me understand what's happening to you."

Agony: " Lies! Lies! Lies! He's lying to us Agony! He doesn't want to help us, he wants to get rid of us just like that bastard Kyle got rid of me!”

Dr. Roberts: "This is the Wrestling Messiah I'm speaking to then?"

Agony: "Nobody was talking to you, you blithering idiot! We don't need you to help us!”

Agony begins to regain control long enough to get out one final plea.

Agony: "Yes we do! I mean yes I do! I need your help Dr. Roberts, there is something very wrong with me! I keep losing control of myself. I find myself doing or saying things that I would never do. Something is taking over me Dr. Roberts.'

The Wrestling Messiah takes control again.

Agony: "Excellence. Excellence is taking over this mediocre mind. I am the Wrestling Messiah Agony and I am saving you from yourself."

Dr. Roberts finally understands. When Kyle found out that he inadvertently killed his best friend he lost his mind. He struggled to hold on to any last bit of Tommy that he could find and created another personality. A personality for his best friend and tag team partner, the Wrestling Messiah. Dr. Roberts calls the nurse over.

Dr. Roberts: "I believe Kyle is suffering from Dissociative Identity Disorder, I need you to get him an anti-psychotic right now. There's still a chance he can control this thing. We'll see how he does under the medication. If he does well we will release him with the anti-psychotics, okay."

Nurse:"Yes sir."

The Nurse hands Dr. Roberts the anti-psychotic. Dr. Roberts enters the padded room.

Dr. Roberts: "I need you to take this Kyle, you will be able to control yourself again."

Dr. Roberts hands Kyle the pill and Kyle takes it before the Wrestling Messiah can stop him.

Dr. Roberts: "It’s okay now Kyle, I understand, I'm sorry about Tommy, his death wasn't your fault."

In one last attempt to take over, the Wrestling Messiah begins to control Kyle.

Agony: "Yes it was! He's lying to you again! You killed me! You owe me the right to use this body!"

The Wrestling Messiah's grip on Kyle begins to slip, Kyle's will becomes stronger.

Kyle: "...Help me!"

Dr. Roberts: "That's right Kyle, I'm here to help you."

Kyle: "...Thank...you...doc..."

Kyle regains full control of his body and The Wrestling Messiah is gone.

Dr. Roberts: "As long as you take these pills and don't let him back in you should be able to live a normal life Kyle."

*Present*

Kyle is packing up in the locker room after training for his match with Neil Capra.

Kyle is relieved to be able to control himself again, but he begins to think of all the progress he has made in wrestling because he lost control. Kyle holds in his hand the very same pills that have allowed him to control himself for the past week.

Kyle: "Maybe I don't need to be in control all of the time, maybe I do owe it to Tommy to lose control every once in a while."

Thinking he will only skip out on taking his pills for one night Kyle throws the anti-psychotic pills in his bag.

R.I.P. Kyle 1994-2013

Agony: "I told you that I was here to save you all, but some people aren't worth saving. Bow down before me while you still can and I will be your protector from mediocrity. I am the Wrestling Messiah and I am excellence.

I am Agony, and I won't stop until your bloodied body lies beneath my feet. You think you're crazy Neil? I'm damned near certifiable. I am coming for you Neil Capra.

WE ARE COMING FOR YOU."

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