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| Craig | Jul 7 2010, 06:11 PM Post #1 |
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Fade in on Clay Krueger, the famous Psychiatrist is treading the hallowed halls of FIW ReVolt and he seems to be walking with a purpose. Clay is wearing one of his insanely expensive suits and looks determined. Krueger meets one of the anonymous backstage workers and collects something in a brown paper bag. Clay: “Is this it?” Worker: “Yep.” Clay: “You sure? Because if it isn’t, I’ll be back here with my angry face and I’ll be hitting Freudian Slips left and right.” Krueger takes a moment to rub his neck, must be bothering him. Maybe a night on the sofa after Lara’s grey hair incident. He notices the boy looking. Clay: “Let me give you some advice, if you ever end up in a bar with a Cambridge weight-lifting champion, do not accept an upside-down kamikaze.” Worker: “Understood, Mr. Krueger.” Clay mouths the word ‘Doctor’ as he shakes his head and then walks away. Clay pokes his head into one corridor, comes up fruitless. A second corridor is unproductive but the third is a charm as he finds the door he is looking for. Clay straightens his tie and uncreases the paper bag with gift inside. He knocks and takes a step back as to appear less threatening. We zoom in on the name plague affixed to the door… [align=center]NEO CARNER[/align] |
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| That Darn Seph | Jul 7 2010, 07:02 PM Post #2 |
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And seconds later, the door is opened. Mind you, it isn't flatly just opened so any peeping tom could just get a peak, oh no. It was opened a crack and a lone eyeball peers out onto the prospect of who was on the outside. The eye ball squints, and then narrows in intrigue. The door opens and revealing himself to Clay Krueger is none other than... Neo: "Well, Well, Well. Clay Krueger. What do I owe the pleasure?" Huh? He was being polite? The hell? Neo stood in the doorway, his arms at either side. He wasn't dressed in anything special, just the latest Neo Carner shirt that sold out in less then twenty four hours and a pair of white track pants with a black flare down the side. Neo's eyes dart down to the paper bag Clay is clutching, but only momentarily as they resume their position connecting with Clay's own. |
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| Craig | Jul 7 2010, 09:00 PM Post #3 |
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Clay takes the opportunity to waltz into Neo’s locker room, he finds a suitable chair and eyes it up. Clay reaches into his inside suit pocket and produces a clean white handkerchief. He dusts down the chair and then sits in it. Clay: “I hope I’m not interrupting anything? Rebecca Hunter not hidden in the back is she?” He sniggers. Neo doesn’t. Clay: “I’ve brought you a gift.” Neo looks quizzical as Krueger motions towards the bag. Clay: “Would you like to guess what’s in it? I know what you’re thinking.” [align=center]A playboy edition with Lara Toni on the cover? The little ‘Neo Carner’ nameplate off Clay’s Tag Team Championship? Lara herself? Sex And The City 3 script? A film of Casanova to ‘motivate‘ Neo?[/align] Clay: “None of the above. It’s a bottle of Mont Blanc for you, I thought we could share a glass?” Clay motions for Neo to have a seat. Clay: “I thought you might need a shoulder to cry on. Have you heard about the shocking news? Catherine Neville is dead! And I was due to face her tag team partner, Blink, this coming week. Of course I expect the wench too show up and perform her womanly duties… ie. getting pinned by me.” How charming Clay is, a bottle of wine (1965, I think you’ll find - the year before the grape shortage) and a tale of a dead Bad Girl. Delightful, to be sure. Clay: “You see Neo, you and me… we’re quite alike. We give our partners the chance to blossom and look at what they do to us. Of course your partner is a tag team partner and mine is a wife, but the point stands. At this very moment my wife is interviewing potential new clients for her venture as a manager. She’s jealous of my success you see, ironically you may be in with a shot at her now you are belt… less.” Krueger reveals his half of the Tag Team Championships strapped around his waist. It goes everywhere with him! Clay: “They stab us in the back. Now you have Snake in an Ultimate Endurance match, by the way I am a former Ultimate Endurance Championship contender so if you need any tips just ask. Course you’re fighting an annoying little masked fellow and I had the ‘Monster’ Jim O’Brien but you get the picture. I get to do Lara’s bidding in a match with Blink-a-tron.” Krueger frowns at the very mention of Blink, as he said earlier he doesn’t like to be considered a ‘mongrel pup’ as Lara appears to have cast him. Clay: “I’m sorry to bring it up but if you would like a rematch for the tag Titles, you’re welcome to find a new partner and have another try. But now for the real business of why I’m here… don’t take this the wrong way but you are the most flawed character on the roster. I’m here to help you. I would like to schedule a weekly therapy session to discuss your issues. How does that sound?” Clay looks over at Neo and awaits his response with baited breath. |
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| That Darn Seph | Jul 7 2010, 09:24 PM Post #4 |
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Neo: "My problems with Snake aren't based on the principals of love that I'm sure you and Lara have for one another. The fact you're even comparing the brotherly friendship I had with Snake to your own marriage has me a bit skeptical of your skills as a psychiatrist, Doc. But I must say...The most flawed? I find that hard to believe." Neo chirps in, arching his eyebrow. Neo: "I find that statement to be a tad bit excessive. I have my problems, surely. The methods of my madness seem scattered at times, but really? The most flawed on the roster? Perhaps I should call myself a God, and then claim that I am a prophet? Maybe bury someone in cement as revenge for running interference in throw away matches? Maybe act a tad mellow dramatic over the loss of a title?" Neo says, making references to Chris Cage, Rurik Krychek and of course, Clay himself. Neo: "Maybe you're right. Perhaps I haven't displayed enough method to my madness. Maybe being one of the hottest seller's of merchandise is getting to me. Inflated ego, constant betrayal after betrayal. Y'know...Maybe a shrink is what I need." Neo narrows his eyes at Clay. Neo: "But why volunteer? Forgive me for being a tad distrustful, but i have been double crossed a lot as of late. Betrayal can make a man rather fickle, uncomfortable and at times a loose cannon. I ask simply because you were once a man that referred to me as a...firecracker? Yes, yes that's right. a Firecracker. But I assume you're here as a professional?" Neo looks at the bottle of Mont Blanc, and then back up to Clay. Neo: "You got glasses for that or we just going to stare at it and hope it's alcohol content magically conveys itself into our bloodstream?" Neo says, his breath also baited. |
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| Craig | Jul 8 2010, 02:07 PM Post #5 |
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Clay looks around, rather disappointed at the facilities. It’s clear that the Hollywood Chainsaw Massacre locker room houses a lifestyle rather above that of Neo with his basic devices. Clay: “I assumed you’d have a glass or two. What do Rebecca Hunter and yourself drink from before heading off on a night in the town? And don’t say her navel, please.” Krueger reaches into his bag and produces two plastic cups, he begins to pour the wine and sighs. Clay: “What exactly do you expect me to do, Neo? Somehow in a therapy session I’ll put on a tape making you subconsciously believe you are inferior to me? Or engage in some creative hypnotherapeutic technique to make you shy away as soon a bell is sounded? Perhaps half way through a session I’ll open the doors and let the Brotherhood come in and finish you off?” Clay raises his eyebrows, would he be so callous??? Clay: “Not my style.” He fills and then offers one of the plastic cups to Neo. Clay: “I do think I’m better than you and yes, I did refer to you as a firecracker, but I’m not an idiot. Far from it, in fact. I’m no friend either of the Brotherhood, I’d be quite content to watch you tear through them.” He now speaks very matter-of-factly, an air of knowledge and wisdom about his words. Clay: “I know that in about a year me and you are going to fight over the Dual Crown, it’s inevitable. Two rising stars who joined at about the same time, you took the FSC path… me the Cruiserweight. We’ve tussled over the Tag Team Championships and if there was a belt between that and the DC then we’d jockey for that too. Now I could allow you to walk the path you are, being betrayed along the way and systematically being broken into tiny pieces. It would be so easy to sit back and watch the great Neo Carner be destroyed night after night, week after week by the likes of Snake, Rurik Krychek and the rest of his hangers-on… but I think we’ll agree I never do anything easy. I want the Neo that will excite the fans, bring in the big bucks and have a great match that will win awards. I'd rather face a Neo with no demons, a focus unrivalled and nothing from the past lingering in the shadows.” He fills his own plastic cup with the Mont Blanc tipple. Clay: “Is that so much to ask? So yes, it is a professional capacity I am here and yes, before you ask, it is partially for my own purposes.” Krueger cradles his cup, swirling it and allowing the scent to fill his flared nostrils. Clay: “It’s ironic that now Keith Williams has earned a rematch, leaving HCM without a match at Summer of Sin yet the future is so bright. His time is now, our time will be in the future. He’s already there, a Dual Crown Champion without the two trinkets but I’m not naïve enough to think I’m ready just yet. I know we’ve had our little squabbles. But there’s nothing in the ‘rules’ says that for a few goals or morals, mine and yours could align. So it’s up to you, we can have a few sessions and see where it goes or you can continue down the same path you are until eventually you’re nothing left but a legend, not a real legend but a tale of warning for young athletes of what might have been. What say you?” Krueger raises his cup in anticipation of a response from the man before him. |
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| That Darn Seph | Jul 8 2010, 05:54 PM Post #6 |
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Neo takes the cup of wine, he sniffs it and looks around his locker room. Neo: "If only I had some cheese..." Neo chuckles weakly, placing the red plastic dixie cup to his mouth and knocks it back, relentlessly swallowing every ounce of it one single swoop. Neo takes the cup away from his mouth and exhales. Neo: "Ah...Good stuff." Neo doesn't look to be in a rush to answer Clay's question, investigating the inside of his cup. Neo: "For your benefit eh? Well, I can see how this would benefit you. You'd learn all of my personal weaknesses, all the things that drive me and 'cause me to wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. I think it would be foolish of me to share all of my deepest secrets I hide in the shadows..." Neo stares deeply into the floor, no not the floor. Neo seems to be lost in a sea of thought, his silence lasts a few moments. Neo: "Nah." His words came out bluntly, no restraint or hesitation. Neo places the red dixie cup at the side of him. Neo: "Perhaps I should write up some contract that enforces you to use the patient/doctor confidentiality agreement...but you doctor's are mandated to do that anyway, aren't you? If you broke it, you'd lose your license to practice. Wouldn't you?" Neo gently drags his index finger across his opposite hand's knuckle. Neo: "But that would be under minding you...Of course you wouldn't use these sessions against me. Of course you wouldn't run off to Keith and laugh at my misfortunes. That would be unprofessional and a refined man of your quality would never do such a thing. Right?" Neo chuckles, waving his hand at Clay. Neo: You wouldn't do that, of course not! So I think to answer your question...Yes. I accept. Maybe, we can see if it'll actually work! Let's have a session now...shall we?" Neo gives a smug smirk, he turns his head to the camera. Neo: "Leave." What? Neo's asking the camera men to leave!? But Neo loved those cameras and all the fame they helped him attain! The camera man hesitates...but soon backs out of the room and the feed cuts. Neo: "Thank you." -- OOC: The following is off camera, if used in anyone's promos they therefore admit they are a God, and thus would be doing an act of God Modding and thus! They are basically forfeiting their match. Because Gods don't wrestle, despite what Big Brother tells you. IC: Neo watches the cameraman exit the room, his eyes him until he closes the door behind him. Neo turns his head back to Clay. Neo: "Apologies, but If I'm going to be revealing delicious details about my life...I don't want them to be in front of a camera. It would take very little of what I am about to say for anyone to quickly drag through the mud." Neo closes his hand into a fist and then opens it. His eyes scan his fingers, slowly going over each of his finger nails before he speaks again. Neo: "Now, I wouldn't mind a session or two here or there being filmed....but I don't think my fans, especially my younger ones that look up to me deserve to see their hero crumble before them. Kids are very tender creatures, when they see a crack in the facade of the man they look up to begin to crack...They begin to lose faith. Their hope in me would collapse and...Well, I don't look to devastate children and my supporters." Neo claps his hands together to get the ball rolling. Neo: "So how does this thing get started? Do I just tell you my problems? Sure, I can do that. But I don't like to beat around the bush, I like to cut the chase. I like to get down to the nitty gritty and put it all out there. So, why not!" Neo crosses his legs, leaning his arm onto his leg and leans forward. Neo: "So! Clay. What do you want to talk about first? My drug problem? My alcoholism? My Peter Pan complex? The inadequacy I feel when I am threatened by a peer? The fact I look out over my shoulder and think that every guy that steps up to me is looking to bump me off? Maybe Rebecca Hunter and how I didn't sleep with her because she wanted me to give her children and stay committed to her? Or maybe the separation from my soon-to-be ex-wife?" Neo gives a hearty laugh. Neo: "Have your pick! I'm chalk full of problems! I'm prone to them like a prostate to cancer." Neo rubs his forehead, giving a sigh. Neo: "And forgive me for the anti-climatic spilling of my personal life. As I said, I'm just not good with holding things in..." Neo looks down at his empty cup, and then his eyes dart back to the bottle of wine. He picks up his cup and offers it to Clay. Neo: "May I have another? Don't worry about the alcoholism remark...I-I've been going to AA meetings. Have been going since...about a week or two before Deadlock...I had to be a sober champion...right? Heh." |
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| Craig | Jul 9 2010, 09:31 AM Post #7 |
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Clay shuffles to get comfortable in his chair and produces a notepad. He also finds a pen in his little brown bag and opens the pad to a clean page. He writes the words ‘Neo Carner s1’ at the top and looks over at the former Tag Team Champion. Clay: “Please don’t mention prostates, I recently heard of an exam and shall we just say… it wasn’t pleasant.” He shudders, if you know what I’m talking about then you’ll understand. Clay: “Allow me to introduce some background to the session to relax us all. I’m just going to introduce some methods or techniques and see how you react. Psychiatric symptoms are often difficult for patients to discuss. Topics such as suicidality, substance abuse and obsessive-compulsive rituals can arouse feelings of shame, embarrassment or despair. Several interview methods can be used to approach sensitive topics in a nonthreatening manner.” Technical insight at its best, Krueger seems to be rather enjoying this return to his roots. Clay: “The interview technique of normalisation involves introducing a behavioural topic by first making a statement to let the patient know that you consider the behaviour in question to be a normal, or at least an understandable, response to a mood or situation. For example, the topic of alcohol abuse can be approached with a question like ‘With all the stress you've been under, I wonder if you've been drinking more lately?’ This is opposed to basic questioning about how many units have been consumed in the last week.” Still following? Clay: “Symptom assumption is a similar technique in which a question is phrased in a way that implies you already assume the patient has engaged in a particular behaviour. This technique communicates to the patient that you will not be surprised or offended by a positive response. For example, a patient who has indicated suicidal ideation might be asked, "What kinds of ways have you thought about to hurt yourself?" A patient who abuses alcohol and is suspected of having polysubstance abuse as well might be asked, ‘What sort of drugs do you usually use when you drink?’” Not that Neo is a drug addict who mixes some rather dodgy cocktails. It’s an example! Clay: “Transitioning techniques are often used in psychiatric interviewing to facilitate a rapid series of questions on sensitive topics. Rather than abruptly switching from topic to topic (as is appropriate in the medical review of systems), a previous topic or a previous response is used as a jumping-off point for the next question. Thus, the topic of suicidality might be approached with the statement, "Earlier you mentioned that you didn't know how much more of this you could take. Have you had thoughts of wanting to escape it by dying?" The simple, straightforward question ‘Are you depressed?’ has been shown to be highly sensitive and specific in diagnosing major depression.” Everybody’s depressed in some shape or form, is anybody truly completely 100% happy? Those that say they are, are liars! ‘Are you depressed?’ is too vague! Clay: “As in the medical review of systems, the best approach for the professional is to begin with broad screening questions and proceed to specific symptoms if the patient's response to the screening question is positive. While a negative response to a given screening question decreases the likelihood of a disorder, the sensitivity of such screening is never perfect, and answers should be interpreted within the context of the patient's entire history and physical examination.” Whoa, whoa… physical examination??? I think not! Having said that with so much physical contact in a wrestling match, Neo and Clay may have racked up enough contact time to fulfil a physical. Clay: “So let’s start this with a broad question, just to whet our appetites. This first session isn’t about getting deep, it’s about introducing you to a new way of thinking. What is the greatest thing you’ve ever done?” He sits back, allowing Neo the time to null it over before performing Clay this boon. |
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| That Darn Seph | Jul 10 2010, 01:26 AM Post #8 |
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Neo ponders for a moment, bouncing his head from left to right as he mows over the past in his brain. He lifts a finger in an inquisitive manner. Neo: "Do you mean the greatest thing I've done in a professional sense? Or in a personal sense? I tend not to think of things in such a broad manner. I like to categorize things. Makes life easier to file, shows I have an expertise in a variety of fields...but hell, why not just list the two of them?" Neo clears his throat. Neo: "Honestly, as a professional wrestler I think I can honestly say winning that." Neo says, pointing at Clay's waist. The Tag Team titles is what he's pointing at, nothing else. You sick freaks. Neo: "That gold, has been one of my professional hallmarks. I mean, sure. I've won belts in the past in the independent circuits. But how prestigious is a title for a fed that's had it's doors open for a month? How respectable is a title for a company that closes down four to five months later? I respect the titles I've held in the past, but none of them held the same regard as that belt right there. That belt has years upon years of history behind it. When I hold that, I feel as if all of the former champions are looking down upon me and expect me to live up to a certain standard. I have to work just as hard, if not harder than all of the people in the past. Some people look at gold as a means of increasing their pay, I look at it from a respect stand point. Respect is very important to me." Neo scratches the space between his lip and nose. Neo: "...Sure, the way the belts were lost was a bit souring. But it doesn't take away the moment of self worth I had. I felt as if I had gone through years and years of hard work and finally had something worthy to show for it. I guess the aftermath just embittered me towards Snake. He just didn't seem to be a professional abotu it. He didn't return my calls. He didn't go over anything with me prior to the match. We just sort of went out there and lost the belts. I felt we could have done a lot more to show our respect to the belts, but it just seemed I was the only one who had that perception of respect to the belts. To Snake they just seem to be another thing to slap on his resume." Neo frowns, and his eyes dart from side to side as he decides to move on. Neo: "Anyway. My greatest achievement...On a personal stand point? I think the greatest thing I've ever done..." Neo's eyes stare off into the distance for a moment. He tilts his head to the side. Neo: "Huh...I think I can honestly say the greatest thing I've ever done is earn my father's praise." Neo says looking over to Clay. Neo: "It was...when I was twenty years old, I believe. Over ten years ago now...Wow, it's been awhile. My father and I have never had the...best relationship. We were dandy when I was young, but as I got older my dad and I became estranged. Tough times, low income and the relationship with my parents had always been strained. I guess when they finally separated I just stuck around with my mum." Neo inhales. Neo: "So I never really saw my dad all too much in my teenage years. Which I believe is very important for a growing adolescent boy. He's supposed to have a father figure, there needs to be a man around to be a guiding light for his son...But yeah, as I was saying. When I was twenty my great grand mother passed. I went to the funeral of course. My father was there, as it was his Grandma. But...I spoke at the funeral, telling the father's side of my family how much my dead grandmother meant to me and what she taught me." Neo inhales through his nose, then sighing through his mouth. Neo: "My father's side of the family didn't see me around very much. They just knew of me as my father's kid, and remembered me from my much younger days. But there I stood before them, a full grown man. I spoke in front of people I hadn't seen for years. Anyway, I said my peace and sat down and went about the rest of my day as one would after partaking in a funeral." Neo cranked his neck, as if he was choked up at the thought of these troublesome memories. Neo: "Anyway, a day or two passes. I speak to my mother who tells me that my Dad was being showered in praised. That my father's side of the family was proud of the man I had become. A person that hadn't seen in years and grown up so well, and become such a respectable young man. My dad was proud of me, and was in a state of elation that he was being praised for his son. Sure, he had no right to be proud seeing as he wasn't really there for me when I needed him...but the fact he was proud of the man I became...I guess you could say that was my greatest achievement." Neo lowers his head, sitting in silence as he weighs out everything he just said. |
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