Post by Prolapsed Wrecked 'em on Jul 27, 2009 15:17:33 GMT -5
[It’s been a full week since Mickey Dragon’s last session with Doctor Torres, and the last time we saw him he was slipping into unconsciousness from the needle in his leg. Doctor Torres now sits in her office, hair down and glasses hanging off the end of her nose. Her white blouse hangs a bit low on her chest, showing her sensual B cup sized mounds hiding behind a lacy white bra. Her legs are tucked up underneath her with her shoes on the floor beneath her desk and in her right hand is a pen which scribbles wildly across a yellow legal pad. In her left, a dictation machine held somewhere between the desk and her venomously attractive lips. She depresses the record button on the machine and begins to speak.]
Doctor: Mr. Dragon’s actions yesterday on the subway platform prove he’s making little to no progress repressing his homicidal urges and we will address that today during our session. As well, his over-aggressive advances toward the young woman concerns me as both his doctor and a woman. I will try today to pull forth his feelings about women and his latest relationships, should there have been any. I fear he may deny relationships or turn it toward a sexual advance on me. Also, I received a violent visit from his comrade Chassie Fear warning me of future treatment as conducted last session. Needless to say, she stated that she was unhappy with me tying him down and medicating him. I’d only wished she’d given me the opportunity to assure her that it was simply a tool to pull forth --
[Quickly the door burst open and in the doorway stands a weather-beaten, dripping wet Mickey Dragon. Doctor Torres clicks the dictation machine off and stands quickly, still barefoot, to greet him. He trudges across the floor, his heavy boots squishing and clunking across the hardwood floor. As he sits down in the chair across from her desk, he shakes his bald head quickly, effectively air-drying it immediately.]
Dragon: Beautiful weather, is it not?
[Doctor Torres still stands barefoot behind her desk and she begins to sit back down.]
Doctor: You enjoy the rain, Mickey?
Dragon: It’s a good change of pace from sunny day after sunny day. Kinda get sick of that after a while. Living in Vegas taught me that rain is a great way to wash clean whatever’s built up on the roads. Only wish it was that easy to wash away what’s built up in your life, huh doc?
[The doc gives a face of intrigue. Perhaps he’s finally opening up in a way not before seen.]
Doctor: What’s built up in your life that you’d wash clean?
Dragon: I didn’t say my life… I said yours.
Doctor: There’s nothing in my life to wash clean, Mickey. But is there something in--
[She can’t even finish the sentence as he’s interrupted her.]
Dragon: Oh sure there is. There’s got to be some dark secret that you have. That night at college, the pregnancy you disposed of, the boyfriend you let go too soon for too little a reason, something.
[Doctor Torres shifts her weight in her chair and clears her throat. She can’t even get a word out before Dragon’s speaking again.]
Dragon: You’re nervous. You’re starting to think you can’t handle this case. You’re starting to think the money isn’t worth the stress level. I create too much havoc. My friends are bearing down on you for your methods. I continue to speak and try to make progress for you, then turn around and shove a knife in a man’s mouth, effectively cutting off his uvula.
[He sits forward in his chair]
Dragon: On top of that, you get hot in the panties every time I walk through the door because, for whatever reason, I remind you of the excitement you used to live your life around. Whatever your past life you’ve regressed, I remind you of it and you miss it. You crave the ability to run out this door with me and --
Doctor: You’re so far off it’s not even funny. You think you know me? You have no idea what I’ve lived and your psychopathic thoughts of me wanting to bed you are more maniacal than your delusions that you and The Covenant have some sort of power in that shithole you call a company. If you want to continue this conversation in the direction I’m going to lead it, then we will. But if you came in here to fluster me and attempt to seduce me into some sort of twisted bedroom fantasy, you can leave now.
[Effectively getting a rouse out the good doctor, Dragon leans back in his chair and raises his arms in the motion of “you may continue.” He removes a cigarette from his pocket and lights it with the zippo lighter conveniently placed on the end of the doctor’s desk. Replacing the zippo, he conveniently finds a glass ashtray as well.]
Dragon: Thank you for the hospitality. Only took you three tries to get it right.
Doctor: Actually…
[The doctor goes into her top desk drawer and removes a pack of cigarettes from her desk. She then snatches the lighter and flips it open and lights it in one swift motion, lighting her cigarette in the process. She then flips the lighter closed and flings it at Dragon, hitting him square in the chest leaving quite a dumbfounded look on his face. Her luscious lips surround the filter of the cigarette as she stares a hole into his soul with the big brown eyes behind the dark lashes. She looks down and pulls a second ashtray from the drawer.]
Doctor: Something wrong?
Dragon: Nothing at all… just never thought…
Doctor: There’s a lot you don’t know about me Mickey. So let’s stop the patient trying to be the doctor bullshit and let me do my job, huh?
[She takes another long drag of the cigarette, inhaling the cigarette fully and creating little O’s with her mouth. Dragon’s mouth hangs agape seeing this.]
Doctor: What? You’ve never seen a woman blow O’s before?
[Dragon snickers.]
Dragon: I’ve seen plenty of women blow plenty of things… but smoke O’s… not recently.
Doctor: You haven’t spent a lot of time with women lately, have you? I saw how hard you were going after the blonde in the subway.
Dragon: It’s kind of difficult to pick up women when you’re in a damn mental hospital, doc. The patients are hideous and the nurses are fat slobs so, it’s either enjoy the spoils of my right hand, and occasionally my left… or go without.
Doctor: When was the last time you had a relationship?
Dragon: Her name was Denise… but she was so into my line of work that she enjoyed being on the camera. She wanted me to continue to call her Desire, stating she was the Desire that was pushing my winning streak at the time. I did have some success with her around. I won the King of Hardcore Title and the Inter-Global Title in UCW. Even went so far as to open my own wrestling school called “The Sanitarium.”
Doctor: Sounded like you were on top of the world.
Dragon: Actually, that was about the time Chassie and I started to become friends and Denise got this twisted idea in her head that Chass was going to steal me away from her, despite the fact that she was involved with this guy Bloodhound. Hound ended himself in the hospital and that’s where our friendship was born. We had a match, we respected each other each and every minute of it and when it was over, we went to the hospital to check on Hound.
Doctor: Denise didn’t like this?
Dragon: She went so far as to threaten Chassie. I never thought she was much of a threat and, inevitably, we broke it off because of the stress.
Doctor: You haven’t had a relationship since?
Dragon: Nothing but flings and fucks here and there. Justine… she wanted to be known as Justice. She was a bitch though… seemed like every chick I got involved with had it out for Chass.
Doctor: But wasn’t Justice the one that--
Dragon: Was around when I lost my mind and started killing people? No… that was Gina. But, of course, she wanted to be known as Genesis. Genesis believed that it was a new beginning for me in Pure Pain Wrestling. That’s where I had my most success, though. I was killing innocent people, sure, but I went undefeated for over a year and won the Paramount Championship there. It’s after PPW closed that I went in for treatment as an agreement to save a prison sentence and I haven’t seen Gina since.
Doctor: How long ago was that?
Dragon: I don’t know… a year maybe?
[Dragon squashes the cigarette into the ashtray and looks up at the doctor who has just finished hers as well.]
Dragon: Why are you asking me this?
Doctor: It’s my job.
Dragon: Where did you go to school?
Doctor: Princeton
Dragon: In Jersey, huh? Where’d you grow up?
Doctor: What did I tell you about the patient-doctor relationship?
Dragon: Well I’d like to know about the person interviewing me every week. I mean, Dirge had to have researched you and hired you after looking at thousands of people. I’d just like to know what he saw in you.
Doctor: I’d rather do this another time.
Dragon: Is that an invitation to dinner?
[Doctor Torres pulls a second cigarette from the drawer and lights it, leaving the flame burning as she takes the first drag from the poison.]
Doctor: Nope.
[She flips the lighter closed and looks back at Dragon.]
Doctor: You nearly killed a man yesterday Mickey. Tell me how that felt.
Dragon: I didn’t feel shit. He felt a helluva lot of pain though. I mean, having a sharp object embedded into the inside of your throat must not feel very pleasant. Especially when you have to continually swallow your own blood. Ya know, you can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick. I wonder if that’s how much he swallowed. After a while, you’ll start throwing up what looks like coffee grounds and --
Doctor: Enough. Tell me about your match at Sentinel this week. Serapis seems to have aligned himself with Dirge.
[Dragon shifts his weight in his chair and exhales heavily before responding.]
Dragon: Can we talk about the elephant in the corner of the room?
Doctor: What are you talking about?
Dragon: Chassie’s visit here.
[The doctor runs her hand across her collarbone and looks down at her desk.]
Dragon: Did she hurt you?
Doctor: No.
Dragon: Did she frighten you enough to never do what you did last week?
Doctor: You have to understand… it’s simply a tactic --
Dragon: No, YOU understand something. I’ve been tied down, drugged, poked, prodded and interviewed more times in the past few years than I care to remember and I would’ve assumed that since you worked for a friend of mine, you wouldn’t do something like that. You made a bad error in judgment and you’ve received your penance for it. Sure, Chassie would’ve done far worse had I prepped her beforehand. I didn’t know she was going to do what she did… but it only shows the loyalty we have to each other. So before you decide what “tactics” you’re going to employ next, think of the circumstances and repercussions of those things -- not upon me -- but upon you. You fuck up, you get fucked up.
Doctor: I’m not going to apologize for trying to implement the method I did, but I will apologize for not taking your medical history into account. I can assure you and the rest of your compatriots that I will be more astute to your specific case than I have been.
Dragon: And I’ll give you my word that no one will be physically assaulting you in the future… because what Chassie did was out of line. Funny… but out of line.
Doctor: Funny?
Dragon: This girl has been through hell and back more times than I can count and you’re going to stop her with a fuckin taser? Really doc? I mean, that’s like trying to stop a freight train with a baseball bat.
[The doctor lets out a slight giggle that breaks the tension in the room.]
Dragon: Now you want to know about Alex Kiseragi and Serapis. Well, Serapis did agree to side himself with Dirge’s evil world domination plan… and I can’t say that I blame him. I mean he’s been the Covenant’s latest punching bag after taking out Zeke, Komo, and Osiris so it would compel him to side on his own personal health than to try and fight something as strong and growing as The Covenant. While I’m not too keen on having a lifelong criminal in and around us, I don’t see him being that much of a threat. Just so long as he knows the pecking order and realizes he’s the low man on the totem pole. Dirge snaps, he better jump… otherwise he’ll feed him to Zane or Damarest for lunch. Those guys are more dangerous than anyone I can recall being in Dirge’s company.
As for Mr. Kiseragi, seems like he’s got more than enough on his plate already than to try and open a can of worms of a fight against The Covenant. I’m sure his placement in this match was done by Mary Jo so that he could receive a beating for siding with the bird. That bird…
Doctor: Wait, what are you talking about?
Dragon: Oh that’s right, you haven’t seen the bird yet. Yeah, the penguin. He runs… or used to run… or something. He was the head honcho in GIW for a while. Boss P he goes by. Rather annoying, if you ask me. But, he did give Chassie her dot com championship. So, ya know, he can’t be all bad. Alex has his hands full doing the bird’s bidding to try and start up another front in his war. In fact, I’m sure he’s much wiser than that. At least that’s the image I get from those Asian guys. Like Miyagi and shit… wax-on wax-off… ya know?
Doctor: You’re starting to lose me again.
Dragon: I know, it’s hard to follow a psychopath’s thoughts. Oh well, I’m getting out of here. I got beers waiting for me with Klaus. Can only hope the drunk bastard actually remembers he’s fighting this week. I’d hate to see Raenius fighting alone. Then again, he never would be, would he?
[Dragon stands from the chair simultaneously with Doctor Torres. She walks him to the door and he looks back at her before leaving.]
Dragon: It may be in Chassie’s last breath to protect me… but puedo quitar el aliento.
[Dragon smiles as he walks out, Doctor Torres closing the door behind him. She walks back over to the desk and picks up the smokes, cleans out the ashtrays and sits down at her desk. She picks up the dictation machine again and beings speaking.]
Doctor: He thinks it’s working… trying to get in my pants. I may have to run with this to get more out of him.
Doctor: Mr. Dragon’s actions yesterday on the subway platform prove he’s making little to no progress repressing his homicidal urges and we will address that today during our session. As well, his over-aggressive advances toward the young woman concerns me as both his doctor and a woman. I will try today to pull forth his feelings about women and his latest relationships, should there have been any. I fear he may deny relationships or turn it toward a sexual advance on me. Also, I received a violent visit from his comrade Chassie Fear warning me of future treatment as conducted last session. Needless to say, she stated that she was unhappy with me tying him down and medicating him. I’d only wished she’d given me the opportunity to assure her that it was simply a tool to pull forth --
[Quickly the door burst open and in the doorway stands a weather-beaten, dripping wet Mickey Dragon. Doctor Torres clicks the dictation machine off and stands quickly, still barefoot, to greet him. He trudges across the floor, his heavy boots squishing and clunking across the hardwood floor. As he sits down in the chair across from her desk, he shakes his bald head quickly, effectively air-drying it immediately.]
Dragon: Beautiful weather, is it not?
[Doctor Torres still stands barefoot behind her desk and she begins to sit back down.]
Doctor: You enjoy the rain, Mickey?
Dragon: It’s a good change of pace from sunny day after sunny day. Kinda get sick of that after a while. Living in Vegas taught me that rain is a great way to wash clean whatever’s built up on the roads. Only wish it was that easy to wash away what’s built up in your life, huh doc?
[The doc gives a face of intrigue. Perhaps he’s finally opening up in a way not before seen.]
Doctor: What’s built up in your life that you’d wash clean?
Dragon: I didn’t say my life… I said yours.
Doctor: There’s nothing in my life to wash clean, Mickey. But is there something in--
[She can’t even finish the sentence as he’s interrupted her.]
Dragon: Oh sure there is. There’s got to be some dark secret that you have. That night at college, the pregnancy you disposed of, the boyfriend you let go too soon for too little a reason, something.
[Doctor Torres shifts her weight in her chair and clears her throat. She can’t even get a word out before Dragon’s speaking again.]
Dragon: You’re nervous. You’re starting to think you can’t handle this case. You’re starting to think the money isn’t worth the stress level. I create too much havoc. My friends are bearing down on you for your methods. I continue to speak and try to make progress for you, then turn around and shove a knife in a man’s mouth, effectively cutting off his uvula.
[He sits forward in his chair]
Dragon: On top of that, you get hot in the panties every time I walk through the door because, for whatever reason, I remind you of the excitement you used to live your life around. Whatever your past life you’ve regressed, I remind you of it and you miss it. You crave the ability to run out this door with me and --
Doctor: You’re so far off it’s not even funny. You think you know me? You have no idea what I’ve lived and your psychopathic thoughts of me wanting to bed you are more maniacal than your delusions that you and The Covenant have some sort of power in that shithole you call a company. If you want to continue this conversation in the direction I’m going to lead it, then we will. But if you came in here to fluster me and attempt to seduce me into some sort of twisted bedroom fantasy, you can leave now.
[Effectively getting a rouse out the good doctor, Dragon leans back in his chair and raises his arms in the motion of “you may continue.” He removes a cigarette from his pocket and lights it with the zippo lighter conveniently placed on the end of the doctor’s desk. Replacing the zippo, he conveniently finds a glass ashtray as well.]
Dragon: Thank you for the hospitality. Only took you three tries to get it right.
Doctor: Actually…
[The doctor goes into her top desk drawer and removes a pack of cigarettes from her desk. She then snatches the lighter and flips it open and lights it in one swift motion, lighting her cigarette in the process. She then flips the lighter closed and flings it at Dragon, hitting him square in the chest leaving quite a dumbfounded look on his face. Her luscious lips surround the filter of the cigarette as she stares a hole into his soul with the big brown eyes behind the dark lashes. She looks down and pulls a second ashtray from the drawer.]
Doctor: Something wrong?
Dragon: Nothing at all… just never thought…
Doctor: There’s a lot you don’t know about me Mickey. So let’s stop the patient trying to be the doctor bullshit and let me do my job, huh?
[She takes another long drag of the cigarette, inhaling the cigarette fully and creating little O’s with her mouth. Dragon’s mouth hangs agape seeing this.]
Doctor: What? You’ve never seen a woman blow O’s before?
[Dragon snickers.]
Dragon: I’ve seen plenty of women blow plenty of things… but smoke O’s… not recently.
Doctor: You haven’t spent a lot of time with women lately, have you? I saw how hard you were going after the blonde in the subway.
Dragon: It’s kind of difficult to pick up women when you’re in a damn mental hospital, doc. The patients are hideous and the nurses are fat slobs so, it’s either enjoy the spoils of my right hand, and occasionally my left… or go without.
Doctor: When was the last time you had a relationship?
Dragon: Her name was Denise… but she was so into my line of work that she enjoyed being on the camera. She wanted me to continue to call her Desire, stating she was the Desire that was pushing my winning streak at the time. I did have some success with her around. I won the King of Hardcore Title and the Inter-Global Title in UCW. Even went so far as to open my own wrestling school called “The Sanitarium.”
Doctor: Sounded like you were on top of the world.
Dragon: Actually, that was about the time Chassie and I started to become friends and Denise got this twisted idea in her head that Chass was going to steal me away from her, despite the fact that she was involved with this guy Bloodhound. Hound ended himself in the hospital and that’s where our friendship was born. We had a match, we respected each other each and every minute of it and when it was over, we went to the hospital to check on Hound.
Doctor: Denise didn’t like this?
Dragon: She went so far as to threaten Chassie. I never thought she was much of a threat and, inevitably, we broke it off because of the stress.
Doctor: You haven’t had a relationship since?
Dragon: Nothing but flings and fucks here and there. Justine… she wanted to be known as Justice. She was a bitch though… seemed like every chick I got involved with had it out for Chass.
Doctor: But wasn’t Justice the one that--
Dragon: Was around when I lost my mind and started killing people? No… that was Gina. But, of course, she wanted to be known as Genesis. Genesis believed that it was a new beginning for me in Pure Pain Wrestling. That’s where I had my most success, though. I was killing innocent people, sure, but I went undefeated for over a year and won the Paramount Championship there. It’s after PPW closed that I went in for treatment as an agreement to save a prison sentence and I haven’t seen Gina since.
Doctor: How long ago was that?
Dragon: I don’t know… a year maybe?
[Dragon squashes the cigarette into the ashtray and looks up at the doctor who has just finished hers as well.]
Dragon: Why are you asking me this?
Doctor: It’s my job.
Dragon: Where did you go to school?
Doctor: Princeton
Dragon: In Jersey, huh? Where’d you grow up?
Doctor: What did I tell you about the patient-doctor relationship?
Dragon: Well I’d like to know about the person interviewing me every week. I mean, Dirge had to have researched you and hired you after looking at thousands of people. I’d just like to know what he saw in you.
Doctor: I’d rather do this another time.
Dragon: Is that an invitation to dinner?
[Doctor Torres pulls a second cigarette from the drawer and lights it, leaving the flame burning as she takes the first drag from the poison.]
Doctor: Nope.
[She flips the lighter closed and looks back at Dragon.]
Doctor: You nearly killed a man yesterday Mickey. Tell me how that felt.
Dragon: I didn’t feel shit. He felt a helluva lot of pain though. I mean, having a sharp object embedded into the inside of your throat must not feel very pleasant. Especially when you have to continually swallow your own blood. Ya know, you can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick. I wonder if that’s how much he swallowed. After a while, you’ll start throwing up what looks like coffee grounds and --
Doctor: Enough. Tell me about your match at Sentinel this week. Serapis seems to have aligned himself with Dirge.
[Dragon shifts his weight in his chair and exhales heavily before responding.]
Dragon: Can we talk about the elephant in the corner of the room?
Doctor: What are you talking about?
Dragon: Chassie’s visit here.
[The doctor runs her hand across her collarbone and looks down at her desk.]
Dragon: Did she hurt you?
Doctor: No.
Dragon: Did she frighten you enough to never do what you did last week?
Doctor: You have to understand… it’s simply a tactic --
Dragon: No, YOU understand something. I’ve been tied down, drugged, poked, prodded and interviewed more times in the past few years than I care to remember and I would’ve assumed that since you worked for a friend of mine, you wouldn’t do something like that. You made a bad error in judgment and you’ve received your penance for it. Sure, Chassie would’ve done far worse had I prepped her beforehand. I didn’t know she was going to do what she did… but it only shows the loyalty we have to each other. So before you decide what “tactics” you’re going to employ next, think of the circumstances and repercussions of those things -- not upon me -- but upon you. You fuck up, you get fucked up.
Doctor: I’m not going to apologize for trying to implement the method I did, but I will apologize for not taking your medical history into account. I can assure you and the rest of your compatriots that I will be more astute to your specific case than I have been.
Dragon: And I’ll give you my word that no one will be physically assaulting you in the future… because what Chassie did was out of line. Funny… but out of line.
Doctor: Funny?
Dragon: This girl has been through hell and back more times than I can count and you’re going to stop her with a fuckin taser? Really doc? I mean, that’s like trying to stop a freight train with a baseball bat.
[The doctor lets out a slight giggle that breaks the tension in the room.]
Dragon: Now you want to know about Alex Kiseragi and Serapis. Well, Serapis did agree to side himself with Dirge’s evil world domination plan… and I can’t say that I blame him. I mean he’s been the Covenant’s latest punching bag after taking out Zeke, Komo, and Osiris so it would compel him to side on his own personal health than to try and fight something as strong and growing as The Covenant. While I’m not too keen on having a lifelong criminal in and around us, I don’t see him being that much of a threat. Just so long as he knows the pecking order and realizes he’s the low man on the totem pole. Dirge snaps, he better jump… otherwise he’ll feed him to Zane or Damarest for lunch. Those guys are more dangerous than anyone I can recall being in Dirge’s company.
As for Mr. Kiseragi, seems like he’s got more than enough on his plate already than to try and open a can of worms of a fight against The Covenant. I’m sure his placement in this match was done by Mary Jo so that he could receive a beating for siding with the bird. That bird…
Doctor: Wait, what are you talking about?
Dragon: Oh that’s right, you haven’t seen the bird yet. Yeah, the penguin. He runs… or used to run… or something. He was the head honcho in GIW for a while. Boss P he goes by. Rather annoying, if you ask me. But, he did give Chassie her dot com championship. So, ya know, he can’t be all bad. Alex has his hands full doing the bird’s bidding to try and start up another front in his war. In fact, I’m sure he’s much wiser than that. At least that’s the image I get from those Asian guys. Like Miyagi and shit… wax-on wax-off… ya know?
Doctor: You’re starting to lose me again.
Dragon: I know, it’s hard to follow a psychopath’s thoughts. Oh well, I’m getting out of here. I got beers waiting for me with Klaus. Can only hope the drunk bastard actually remembers he’s fighting this week. I’d hate to see Raenius fighting alone. Then again, he never would be, would he?
[Dragon stands from the chair simultaneously with Doctor Torres. She walks him to the door and he looks back at her before leaving.]
Dragon: It may be in Chassie’s last breath to protect me… but puedo quitar el aliento.
[Dragon smiles as he walks out, Doctor Torres closing the door behind him. She walks back over to the desk and picks up the smokes, cleans out the ashtrays and sits down at her desk. She picks up the dictation machine again and beings speaking.]
Doctor: He thinks it’s working… trying to get in my pants. I may have to run with this to get more out of him.