Post by Austin Gale on Oct 25, 2016 3:48:37 GMT -5
Therapy. Everyone hates it. But here Austin Gale was, stuck in another session. He had been going to therapy sessions twice a week for the past three months. A punishment given to him by his father after he found out about his ‘extracurricular activities’. Stretched out along the couch in his designer suit. Dr. Wellington sitting next to him. Austin couldn’t think of a more demeaning punishment.
Dr. Wellington “Now Austin. I hear you’ve decided to get back into the ring. While you have made great progress, I believe this decision may be counter-productive to your recovery. What made you make such a hasty decision?”
Austin: “Wolfe.”
Dr. Wellington “We’ve been at this for three months. You know you have to give me more information than that. So, what made you make such a decision?”
Austin: “I told you it was Wolfe. He contacted me recently and brought up a good point. Let’s be honest, my recovery hasn’t progressed in over a month. Perhaps it’s time to test myself. Maybe I should put myself back in the ring and see if I can actually control myself. Wolfe even set me up with a federation and a match. Not that I needed the help. I still have some contacts in the industry that know what kind of audience I can draw. Those seats would be filled with more beautiful women than an old man like you can wrap your head around.”
Marking a couple things down on his clipboard, Dr. Wellington didn’t even seem to hear the shot that was made by Austin. Flipping the page, the Doctor marks down a couple notes before glancing at Austin above his glasses. Austin doesn’t seem to notice. His foot tapping on the armrest as he is stretched out with his arms tucked behind his head.
Dr. Wellington “Ah yes, your return match. You will be facing S.O.B. in a match at AWE. How does this make you feel?”
Austin: “Make me feel? I’m facing someone who is nothing more than enhancement talent from PAW. The man should be called P.O.S not S.O.B. I mean come on, do they really believe this is the best use of my talent? Should someone of my stature really be in a match against enhancement talent? I don’t need to be enhanced. I’m already at the top of my game. The peak of excellence.”
Dr. Wellington “That ‘enhancement talent’ has actually wrestled in the past five years. You have not. To question one’s ability is to set yourself up for failure. Have you learnt nothing over these past three months?”
Austin: “Failure?”
Grabbing the pillow out from under his own head, Austin whips it across the room. He hops to his feet and starts to pace back and forth running his fingers through his hair. Clearly irate, Austin pauses and runs his hand down his face. Austin points a finger at Dr. Wellington before turning to glare at him.
Austin: “Do not question me, Doc. You should know what I’m capable of. You know the things that I’ve gotten away with all by spending a little money. That P.O.S., S.O.B. is nothing but a little hoodrat. A lowlife criminal from the streets who doesn’t belong in the same ring as me. He should be out selling crack on the streets where he belongs.”
Dr. Wellington “That’s racial profiling. You can’t just say things like that because of the colour of his skin.”
Austin: “All I’m saying is that gang bangers don’t have a place in this industry.”
Dr. Wellington “Neither do murderers.”
Grabbing a hold of the doctor’s suit, Austin lifts him to his feet. He pulls the old man in so they are face to face. Shaking with anger, every breath from Austin sprays spit across the old man’s glasses.
Austin: “I am not a murderer! You have no facts to back these claims!”
Calming himself down, Austin sets the old man down in his chair. He takes a moment to crack his neck before adjusting and patting down Dr. Wellington’s suit. Turning on his heel, Austin walks back to the couch all while fixing his hair. He takes a seat while reaching into his pocket and pulling out his cheque book.
Austin: “$50,000 to say that never happened, alright? Good. Now allow me to reiterate. I’m not worried about a gang banger and his little ‘homies’. This is no place for his kind and I’m going to go out there and prove it.”
Dr. Wellington “Clearly these therapy sessions have improved your mental health. I have no choice but to deny your request to re-enter the ring. I want you to know, I’m doing this for your own good.”
Austin: “Deny, you say?”
Slowly rising to his feet and unbuttoning his jacket, Austin never loses eye contact with the doctor. He tears the cheque into pieces before sliding the couch up against the door. Turning back around, Austin takes off his jacket and begins to roll up his sleeves.
Austin: “Let me just tell you these three little things. One, I’m afraid I’m going to have to deny your denial. Two, I would like to cancel the remainder of my therapy sessions. Finally, I’m afraid I’m going to have to show you exactly one the Playboy Prince can do.”
To Be Continued...
Dr. Wellington “Now Austin. I hear you’ve decided to get back into the ring. While you have made great progress, I believe this decision may be counter-productive to your recovery. What made you make such a hasty decision?”
Austin: “Wolfe.”
Dr. Wellington “We’ve been at this for three months. You know you have to give me more information than that. So, what made you make such a decision?”
Austin: “I told you it was Wolfe. He contacted me recently and brought up a good point. Let’s be honest, my recovery hasn’t progressed in over a month. Perhaps it’s time to test myself. Maybe I should put myself back in the ring and see if I can actually control myself. Wolfe even set me up with a federation and a match. Not that I needed the help. I still have some contacts in the industry that know what kind of audience I can draw. Those seats would be filled with more beautiful women than an old man like you can wrap your head around.”
Marking a couple things down on his clipboard, Dr. Wellington didn’t even seem to hear the shot that was made by Austin. Flipping the page, the Doctor marks down a couple notes before glancing at Austin above his glasses. Austin doesn’t seem to notice. His foot tapping on the armrest as he is stretched out with his arms tucked behind his head.
Dr. Wellington “Ah yes, your return match. You will be facing S.O.B. in a match at AWE. How does this make you feel?”
Austin: “Make me feel? I’m facing someone who is nothing more than enhancement talent from PAW. The man should be called P.O.S not S.O.B. I mean come on, do they really believe this is the best use of my talent? Should someone of my stature really be in a match against enhancement talent? I don’t need to be enhanced. I’m already at the top of my game. The peak of excellence.”
Dr. Wellington “That ‘enhancement talent’ has actually wrestled in the past five years. You have not. To question one’s ability is to set yourself up for failure. Have you learnt nothing over these past three months?”
Austin: “Failure?”
Grabbing the pillow out from under his own head, Austin whips it across the room. He hops to his feet and starts to pace back and forth running his fingers through his hair. Clearly irate, Austin pauses and runs his hand down his face. Austin points a finger at Dr. Wellington before turning to glare at him.
Austin: “Do not question me, Doc. You should know what I’m capable of. You know the things that I’ve gotten away with all by spending a little money. That P.O.S., S.O.B. is nothing but a little hoodrat. A lowlife criminal from the streets who doesn’t belong in the same ring as me. He should be out selling crack on the streets where he belongs.”
Dr. Wellington “That’s racial profiling. You can’t just say things like that because of the colour of his skin.”
Austin: “All I’m saying is that gang bangers don’t have a place in this industry.”
Dr. Wellington “Neither do murderers.”
Grabbing a hold of the doctor’s suit, Austin lifts him to his feet. He pulls the old man in so they are face to face. Shaking with anger, every breath from Austin sprays spit across the old man’s glasses.
Austin: “I am not a murderer! You have no facts to back these claims!”
Calming himself down, Austin sets the old man down in his chair. He takes a moment to crack his neck before adjusting and patting down Dr. Wellington’s suit. Turning on his heel, Austin walks back to the couch all while fixing his hair. He takes a seat while reaching into his pocket and pulling out his cheque book.
Austin: “$50,000 to say that never happened, alright? Good. Now allow me to reiterate. I’m not worried about a gang banger and his little ‘homies’. This is no place for his kind and I’m going to go out there and prove it.”
Dr. Wellington “Clearly these therapy sessions have improved your mental health. I have no choice but to deny your request to re-enter the ring. I want you to know, I’m doing this for your own good.”
Austin: “Deny, you say?”
Slowly rising to his feet and unbuttoning his jacket, Austin never loses eye contact with the doctor. He tears the cheque into pieces before sliding the couch up against the door. Turning back around, Austin takes off his jacket and begins to roll up his sleeves.
Austin: “Let me just tell you these three little things. One, I’m afraid I’m going to have to deny your denial. Two, I would like to cancel the remainder of my therapy sessions. Finally, I’m afraid I’m going to have to show you exactly one the Playboy Prince can do.”
To Be Continued...