Trey Union
05-30-2010, 11:11 PM
PPV RP: Mr. Anderson defends his TV title against Dr. Stevie:
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-----------------------Scene 1: The Doctor is in------------------
Ken sat in the waiting room, waiting for the doctor to call him into the office. He was seeing a psychiatrist and lately, Ken had been hearing voices that seemed to be coming from nowhere. Kennedy had been nervous and worried and had finally called ahead to a psychiatrist, just to make sure Ken was okay and was able to compete against Dr. Stevie come Sunday. Ken shook his head and stared at the Popular Mechanics magazine in front of him. It was a few months old, dated to about February of 2010. Doctor’s offices never usually kept up to date magazines in their offices, so, he wasn’t exactly surprised at all. Licking the tip of his thumb, Ken flipped the page and stared at the next paragraph. He was fascinated by mechanics and how they worked. He absolutely adored them. A smirk overcame him and he couldn’t help but just enjoy this magazine. Even though he read it before from his previous descriptions. He tossed it down onto the table in front of him and leaned back, Kennedy’s arms wrapping around his own arm. She snuggled into him, no arm separating the two seats. Ken smiled and laid his head onto top of hers. He was glad they finally got out their feelings for each other out in the open. Though, it took Ken long enough to say it. Ken took a deep sigh and let it loose. Kennedy looked up with a tad bit of confusion in her eyes.
=The Better Matthews=
Kennedy Matthews
What’s wrong, Ken? Something bugging you? If it’s seeing the doctor, don’t worry about it. I heard doctor Stevens is a good man. Great with figuring out what makes his patients tick. He can get into their mind and make sure that whatever they’re feeling, they can release it without any sort of prejudice or anything else. I’m hoping he can cure these little “voices” that are in your head. I want my Ken back.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Ya know, I find it quite funny. These voices didn‘t appear in my head until I heard Dr. Stevie was my opponent for Hardcore Heaven. So, I‘m beginning to wonder if he‘s the cause to all of my troubles. If that‘s the case, I‘ll enjoy beating the hell out of him at Hardcore Heaven and rolling him down. Perhaps I‘ll give him a dose of his own medicine and make sure that it all ends as planned. Perhaps with a distraction from you, too? I‘m sure Stevie, with the hormones of a MAN, unless he has a vagina, cannot resist the charms of a young woman. I know I sure didn‘t and look where I am now. On top of the world. Nothing‘s going to be able to bring me down from this.
That‘s where Ken stopped. The voices seemingly getting stronger and stronger. His head drained in thought, they were louder, loud enough to the point where he was sure Kennedy could hear them. He held his head, putting it nearly between his knees. He knew what the doctor was going to do and that was to tell him to go to the psychiatric ward. Something Ken didn‘t really need at this point in time, but, would take it because that‘s what would cure him… well, maybe. The nurse came out and tapped Ken on the shoulder, Ken looked up and Kennedy stood up, whispering something in the nurses‘ ear. The nurse nodded and Kennedy took Ken‘s hand. Leading him into the doctor‘s office where she stood inside and sat down on the chair next to the couch. It was quite imperative that she was there. As she knew what was going on as well and could possibly hold some answers. That and the doctor wanted her to be in the room. Ken was slightly scared too. Not only because this was new to him, but, because it was a shrink.
=The Better Matthews=
Kennedy Matthews
He‘ll be in shortly. Whatcha wanna do before he gets in here? Sit and talk? I mean, there‘s a lot of stuff we could do in a doctor‘s office. We could read more magazines, get to know each other more. Something we haven‘t done lately. What do you wanna do, babe?
Ken groaned. He had a headache the size of Texas growing in his head. His head fell into her lap and she turned bright red. Her British accent was sexy, but, it wasn’t the time to be sexy right now. Right now was the time to get him well or at least partially well before Sunday. Kennedy lifted Ken’s head up and out of her lap and then climbed on top of him. Her dress and top went a tad askew as she began to passionately kiss him. Sure, he was inflamed with passion as much as she was. But, it still wasn’t the time or place. He never could keep up with these younger people and their places to get “friendly”. But, after today, if he was cured, they’d go celebrate, that much was for sure. Even if he wasn’t cured, he’d celebrate. He’d shake his head and pull away from her. Kennedy had a pout on her lips and Ken just couldn’t ignore it. He looked up at her, a smirk on his face as he began to speak.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Look, whatever happens, we‘ll go celebrated, okay? Right now, I just want to get these damned voices out of my head and show that asshole Dr. Stevie what‘s what and show him why I am the best Television champion ECW:R has known to date. But, before that, I need to speak with this shrink and get my head on straight before I get my head… well, between your legs, to be blunt. So, let‘s focus on that before we do anything else, ‘kay? ‘Kay, good. So, what was this shrink‘s name, anyways? Dr. Stevens is all I know. Was there a first name or am I only going to get to know the last name?
=The Better Matthews=
Kennedy Matthews
Oh, okay. Well, the doctor‘s name is Doctor Dick Stevens. Though, I‘m pretty sure that‘s his name. It did say it on the way in and on the card that‘s sitting in my bra right now. Fish it out for me?
She fluttered her eyelashes prettily. Trying to keep Ken‘s attention distracted about what was going on with the situation. He guessed she wanted to see if her little form of therapy would work. Hesitantly, Ken slipped two fingers into her shirt, pulling out the card as Kennedy put a disappointed look on her face. That‘s not what she wanted Ken to do. But, oh well, it was out of her control. He looked at the card and just shook his head. Dr. Richard Stevens. He looked over at the desk and the sign on the desk said a shorter version; Dick Stevens. Perfect. Going to see a guy whose name resembles the guy he‘s facing on Sunday. Ken shook his head and looked up at her, a slight look of disappointment still on Kennedy‘s face as he slipped the card back into Kennedy‘s bra. She slipped off of his lap and laid her head on his shoulder. Sighing softly, inaudibly, so Ken couldn‘t hear it at all. He felt it, though. He felt her breath escape her and he didn‘t bother to question it. He did give her a questioning stare, but, didn‘t go any farther than that. That‘s when the doctor walked in.
=Let me Help You=
Dr. Stevens
So, are you Ken Anderson? I’ve been expecting you for a couple of days now. You’re uh… girlfriend? Has already told me of your problems and I’m well aware of what is going on. However, I want to go deeper into the meaning of what you’re going through. So, a full psychiatric evaluation will be done do make sure your psyche is in tact. If you don’t mind, I’d like to proceed any time. When did these “voices” start talking to you? Two weeks, three weeks? Two months? A year? Any time period at all.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
About four weeks ago. When I heard a number one contender named to my title belt. Actually, before that. When I heard A number one contender would be named. Eric Bischoff is the one who had to have put these voices in my head. That bastard… I‘m going to rip him a NEW asshole. One that can‘t be repaired or crapped out of. His mouth does enough crap spewing for his ass alone. But, those voices were tolerable. When they started getting really strong was three weeks ago when I found out a guy named Steven Richards turned out to be the contender for my title belt. See, I‘m a professional wrestler; I make more money than you in a year than you do. I work hard for a living instead of sitting here on a couch and flapping my gums like an idiot. Speaking big words so us NORMAL people can‘t understand the mumbo jumbo coming out of your mouth. Do that to me now and I‘ll beat your head in with your desk and leave you laying there bleeding.
The doctor took out a notepad and began to jot down some thoughts. He smiled and read his notes so far. Nodding his head and chewing at the eraser end of the pencil. The metal was already implanted in on the eraser. So, not much could be done. The doctor looked a bit nervous. Perhaps the worse case of whatever Ken was going through in ages. Ken‘s ego filled the room up as well and something told him to just go on with it and walk. Ken smirked and stood up, the doctor put his hand on Ken‘s shoulder and sat him back down next to Kennedy. Ken shook his head and looked over at Kennedy. Who shrugged her shoulders. Ken‘s green eyes looked up at the man above him. The doctor spaced out for a moment before going over to his desk and sitting down. Propping his feet up on the oak desk in front of him where a lamp, several pieces of papers and a laptop sat. He looked at Ken and just smiled.
=Let me Help You=
Dr. Stevens
Okay, well, I can see your little ego is still there, so, the voices haven‘t dug that far deep into your psyche yet. If they have, you‘re hiding it really well. So, let‘s try and figure out the cause here. Are you sure it happened when Eric Bischoff said you were going to have a number one contender either way? Or was it when you heard who was your number one contender that started them? I need answers Ken. The human mind is like the movie The Matrix. It takes some time to delve into and recover data that is needed to promote such behavior such as the voices you‘re hearing now. And just like the Matrix, your mind can be broken. Like I said, it all just takes time. And I got plenty of time.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Of course you got time, you pompous ass! I‘m paying your sorry behind by the hour, idiot. I don‘t know if you read my little paper that was handed to you, I‘ve got a better job than you. And that means I‘m entitled to whatever help you can give me. Even if I want it in a shorter amount of time. Perhaps you need to look at me and try to figure out the problem and the cause and try to cure me, dickweed, before I go and get your license revoked for fraud! Now, fix me so I can get on with my life now that we‘ve established the problem and so I can get on with this young lady over here and get out of this crummy office with my sanity intact. If you don‘t like that, I‘ll be happy to stand up, drop my pants off of my ass and have Kennedy over here beat you into submission and shove your face so far up my ass, that you‘ll still be spitting shit out next week! Maybe the week following! Who knows! Kennedy here could probably shove your head so far up my ass that I‘ll have to be embarrassed going into the emergency room just to get it surgically removed.
Kennedy chuckled darkly, while the doctor tapped his fingers together with the pads. You couldn‘t hear the taps, but the doctor just leaned back and hummed a moment as he listened. He was figuring out the problems with the man in front of him and had already jotted them down on the notepad. It was kind of humorous to Ken, actually. Ken sat back and smirked a little bit, knowing the doctor was thinking Ken was probably a nut by now and also knowing that Kennedy knew Ken was just messing with the poor guy. In the doctor‘s defense, he just thought Ken was a normal patient. But, he was so wrong. This guy in front of him, Green Bay‘s own resident loud mouth was far from the normal patient. In fact, Ken WAS normal. If you can call being a massive shit talker normal. But, at least over the past few weeks he was able to back it up except for the dark match. Where he didn‘t really want to lose, but, he didn‘t get pinned. So, he technically didn‘t lose. Greatest TV champion ever and he was going to prove it this Sunday.
=Let me Help You=
Dr. Stevens
So, about this Dr. Stevie guy. Who is he and why is he going after this… er… “title“ of yours? Why would a man with a degree such as a doctorates want to beat you down for some piece of leather? Look, Ken, I need details. I want to help you. I really do. But, I need the answers I seek or else I can‘t help you. Now, don‘t make me look like a fool, Ken. I‘m no fool; I think that‘s obvious with the PHD hanging above my head. So, don‘t try and make me look like one. What does this Dr. Stevie do and what type of medicine is he in?
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
To be honest, doc, I‘m not sure Dr. Stevie is a doctor at all. He‘s with this group that call themselves the Asylum. A bunch of idiots and full of shit-eating assholes if you ask me. Maybe not the females… I dunno what to make of Katja and Nicoli. Quite frankly, I don‘t care. They’re not my concern, they‘re Kennedy‘s concern. He calls himself a doctor, but, I think he‘s a doctor of dark medicine. Just like the rest of the cronies. Developing drugs in his “laboratory“, if you can call that deep, dark dungeon in his basement a laboratory. Mixing up concoctions that just put his opponents to sleep. He ain‘t getting me with that damn needle come match time, uh, hell no. I‘m a fighting champion and if anyone‘s getting stuck with a needle, it‘s Steven Richards.
Laughing, Ken leaned back. Kennedy‘s head went onto his shoulder and he began to sit and tap the back of her head silently. She began to purr momentarily as the doctor put a thought process into motion. Ken leaned down and kissed Kennedy softly on the forehead before the doctor took a pencil into his mouth and began to chew on the end of it. He shook his head slightly, his eyes glaring at the two lovebirds in front of him. Trying to get a good nature about what was going on. He didn‘t want to compromise the session, so, he looked at the two, studying them to make sure nothing was hostile here. Finally, the bigger questions began to pop up. Ken was caught off guard. He had no reason to react to this. Ken shrugged for a moment and gave Kennedy a smirk. She knew exactly what was going on now. She had been fooled. She stood up and walked over to the door. Ken on the other hand just stood up and leaned over the desk of the man who was doing a sort of interview session. She knew it wasn‘t a good thing and now Ken figured it was the best time to get out the rest of his frustrations about Dr. Stevie.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Ya know, doc, I feel better already. Perhaps these voices are going away on their own, since they have shut the hell up since you began the session. Well, okay, maybe they still talk, but, it‘s pretty subsided by now. Other than that, I think I need to tell you what I am going to do to Dr. Stevie just to get the rest of these voices out of my head. See, doc, I have what we in the business I am in call a stretcher match. Sort of a fitting match if you ask me. And perhaps a fitting sort of ending to that of Dr. Stevie. I mean, who wouldn‘t want to see a doctor get beat in a match that actually favors him right? Right. Now, what I‘m going to do to Steven Richards is quite simple, Dr. Stevens, see, I‘m not just going to try and put him on the stretcher and push him up to the line, no, no. I‘m going to beat him within an inch of his life, much like the rest of the opponents I‘ve faced, I‘m going to put him down and beat him within an inch of his life. Maybe Steven should be able to put down the needles and check into the hospital, because that‘s exactly where I want him to be. Not for his shift, no, no. It will be for his own end. See, he‘ll join the rest of his asylum in the very same place he loves to say the rest of his best friends are… and that is the asylum. He‘ll go nuts, crazy, loco. And me…? I‘ll be standing over him with the title belt raised up high, showing my prowess as the dominant champion. It doesn‘t matter who wins what match, the fact is, Dr. Stevens, I‘m still the best man in the company. And no one, not even this dickhead I‘m facing can take it from me.
Ken took a good sigh of relief. The doctor knew what was going on now and he got up and walked next to Ken, laying a hand on his shoulder. Kennedy walked up behind the doctor and stopped, not doing anything yet. Ken felt better for having said what he wanted to say. And was glad he could say it. He shook his head and the doctor began to speak softly, trying to keep Ken calm as he thought he had just been aggravated.
=Let me Help You=
Dr. Stevens
So, Ken, you say that this Dr. Stevie has been a thorn in your side? Besides all that you just mentioned, what do you plan on doing about him? In fact, do you consider yourself cured now that you‘ve actually gotten that frustration out?
Ken nodded to Kennedy, who ducked down and whacked the good doctor in the crotch with a forearm. The doctor bent over in pain, Ken, then proceeded to pick him up and put him on his shoulders. As if he was going to go for the Plunge. Instead, he rolls the good doctor on top of the desk, pushing various things out of the way so the body could lay on top of the table. Ken kneeled over him, smacking him in the face with a few good slaps before punching him hard square in the face. A smirk over Ken’s lips appeared. Blood began to pour from the doctor’s head and down onto the table. Ken rolled off of him, looking to Kennedy who walked around and dragged her fingernail on top of the doctor’s legs. She closed the laptop and looked at the doctor. Then walked up to the head and began to smash his face in with the laptop. A sick smirk on her face as she did. More blood began to pour out, Dr. Stevens coughing up blood now. Internal bleeding. Yay. This man was in bad shape and Ken was about to add insult to injury. He instructed Kennedy to lay the laptop down on the desk in a specific location before Ken finally got back up and onto the desk. Taking the bloody doctor up and acting as if he was going to help him before a smirk came over his lips once again. Ken took him into the Mic Check position when Kennedy came up. Wrapping her arm around the good doctor’s throat just like Ken had. Then both went down, the doctor’s head smashing into the laptop with great force. Rolling off of the desk, Kennedy and Ken just looked at the doctor before Ken finally spoke up.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Perhaps we should call a nurse for you, after all, you‘re out cold, beaten up, bloodied, and your junk probably won‘t work ever again. Possibly some head trauma. Oh, let‘s call the trauma unit. Oh, right, I forgot, we‘re not even in an actual hospital! Oooh, sorry. I guess I should‘ve remembered that before I gave you a “gangster“ style beat down, right? My bad. I‘ll remember that next time you and I meet. Oh, riiight, there won‘t be a next time, because you‘re fired. In fact, I do believe that since you couldn‘t keep control of your patient, your reputation will go down once they discover your lifeless carcass laying here on your desk. Oh, wait, wait, there‘s one thing I forgot to do. Just one more thing I forgot to do. Perhaps I should put you through the table, eh? I mean, the double Mic Check wasn‘t able to do it, but, Kennedy‘s not a very heavy woman. And isn‘t it a shock that I don‘t break her in half? Look at the girl! Oh, right, you can‘t. You‘re unconscious. I forgot, I‘m sorry. My bad! Kennedy, perhaps we should call an ambulance for the doctor instead of letting him bleed out like this. I feel bad for the poor guy… nah. I think he‘s fine the way he is. The good ol‘ doctor doesn‘t need our help. Let‘s hurry along and get to the arena in Charlotte. We need to get ready for our matches. I hope you win yours, we need to become the power couple on ECW and show why we are what we are. I ain‘t calling you the better Matthews for nothing! So, let‘s get going. Lots of stuff to do.
With that, Kennedy and Ken took each other‘s hands, kissed and then walked out of the room. Ken looked over at the receptionist, who had a startled look on her face as she saw the blood sitting on Ken‘s shirt and all of his and Kennedy‘s hands. Ken just gave her a small smile and continued walking. The receptionist, who was about five foot three inches, got up quickly, ran into the office and walked out of the office in a panic as Ken and Kennedy, evil smirks on their faces, casually walked out of the office. In the background, they could hear the receptionist calling for 911. Perhaps she didn‘t have their names, which would be a good thing as they didn‘t want to go down for assault. Much less assault on a doctor which is probably a felony in the current state they are in. If it wasn‘t, then well, they guessed that was the end of it. Ken stopped and told Kennedy to get into the car, he had some unfinished business with the doctor. He turned on the ball of his heel and walked back into the office, looking at the man who was now semi-conscious and responsive, sort of. He leaned in and just smirked before speaking.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
If I was you, I wouldn‘t move, you‘re pretty hurt. In fact, I‘m not sure of how much pain you know you‘re in. But, I am going to tell you who did it… the man‘s name is MISTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER… ANDERSON…
Ken walked away for a moment, the receptionist walked in and saw Ken still there. She had heard the noise and wondered who had walked in without her notice. Ken just gave her a smile and walked past her. Then back and began to shout in her ear.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
ANDERSON!
-----------------------RP End------------------
Thanks to Misty for letting me use Kennedy. Good luck, Jinx! Been looking forward to this for a while!
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