Post by Callum MB on Mar 28, 2024 22:40:09 GMT -6
Callum MacBeth rolls his eyes as he enters a cramped office, shrugging past the portly therapist in the doorway. Callum paces around like a caged animal while the therapist shuts the door behind them.
“You can take a seat if you’d like.”
Callum scoffs.
“I’m fine standing. Do I even have to be here?”
“No, not really. Alastor Gray booked this session to speak about your anger issues, but… it’s up to you if you’d like to stay.”
Callum immediately starts to leave, but then backs up.
“What anger issues?”
The therapist smiles and motions towards the couch, and Callum finally sits down.
“Mr. Gray informed me that both in and out of the ring, you’ve been acting rather… unruly. Getting into fights at bars-”
“They deserved it.”
“Attacking opponents before the bell-”
“What’s so wrong about that?!”
“-And then letting your guard down as soon as the actual match starts.”
Callum looks down at the floor, sheepishly.
“It’s a real problem. It’s already cost you one match, what if it costs you more? It could even cost you your career, Callum.”
Callum crosses his arms.
“I’m not about to become some punk ass bitch just because some shrink says I should!”
“All I ask is that maybe you could start to think about where that anger comes from?”
“I… I want respect. My whole upbringing, I had to fight for it. I feel like the only way to get it is to take it.”
The therapist nods, acknowledging Callum’s emotional vulnerability.
“Wouldn’t more focus on the actual match gain you respect? Same with living a life of professionalism outside the ring?”
The therapist lets Callum stew on his words a bit before continuing.
“What about your match this Sunday on Prime? Anything going through your head about your opponents in San Juan?”
Callum smiles and leans forward.
“Well, my last singles outing didn’t go so well, and while I was able to make up for it in tag matches, I do crave getting a singles win here on Prime. So an elimination bout where I can score potentially not just one, but two falls? I’m excited to spill some more fucking blood!”
The therapist raises an eyebrow but lets Callum continue.
“The first dead man in this match, and the most experienced, Phoenix Winterborn? He’s all talk. A 24 year career, with only one championship? Ha! He thinks he’s special, that he carries brands on his back. Even with his nickname, ‘Primetime,’ it feels so self aggrandizing. Phoenix is just a fucking poser, though. A washed up veteran who doesn’t realize he’s past his… prime. He’s got a losing record this season, losing to Divewire thanks to being outmaneuvered and confused with a barrage of reversals, and losing to Justin Paige because he took too long to set up his finisher and it was dodged. I’m younger, I’m faster, and I know when to pick my spots, and I’ll be sure to take advantage of any such mistakes he makes against me. He’s been too focused on trying to get an Indy Championship match, calling out Callie Clark constantly, while I just wanna beat the hell out of anybody I can! With the downward spiral his career is facing, and me being half his age, his veteran advantage is really looking like a disadvantage. It’s appropriate that fucking stupid Wendy’s gimmick is on his head this match, because I’m about to treat him like meat!
And Nomad Ryder? That pretty boy bitch tried to step into the hardcore world, and he soon found out he can’t hang with real badasses. He tries for a Stargazer, I’ll just do what Dalilah did and roll to my side. Hell, against Dalilah, that fucking moron said he didn’t care to do any research against his opponent! No wonder he lost! He said no one would want to fight him after that match? Well he’s right, because of how easy of a win it would be! I get that he’s young and inexperienced, I was there not too long ago, but I’ll be sure to teach him a House Gym style lesson!
This triple threat is mine to win! I’m going to beat the utter fuck out of those flippy shit twats and that? THAT’S therapy!”
Callum stands up, grinning madly.
“Wow! This really DOES work!”
“Wait, we haven’t even-”
Callum is already gone.
We fade out on an utterly confused therapist writing in his notes: “cut a wrestling promo and then left???”
“You can take a seat if you’d like.”
Callum scoffs.
“I’m fine standing. Do I even have to be here?”
“No, not really. Alastor Gray booked this session to speak about your anger issues, but… it’s up to you if you’d like to stay.”
Callum immediately starts to leave, but then backs up.
“What anger issues?”
The therapist smiles and motions towards the couch, and Callum finally sits down.
“Mr. Gray informed me that both in and out of the ring, you’ve been acting rather… unruly. Getting into fights at bars-”
“They deserved it.”
“Attacking opponents before the bell-”
“What’s so wrong about that?!”
“-And then letting your guard down as soon as the actual match starts.”
Callum looks down at the floor, sheepishly.
“It’s a real problem. It’s already cost you one match, what if it costs you more? It could even cost you your career, Callum.”
Callum crosses his arms.
“I’m not about to become some punk ass bitch just because some shrink says I should!”
“All I ask is that maybe you could start to think about where that anger comes from?”
“I… I want respect. My whole upbringing, I had to fight for it. I feel like the only way to get it is to take it.”
The therapist nods, acknowledging Callum’s emotional vulnerability.
“Wouldn’t more focus on the actual match gain you respect? Same with living a life of professionalism outside the ring?”
The therapist lets Callum stew on his words a bit before continuing.
“What about your match this Sunday on Prime? Anything going through your head about your opponents in San Juan?”
Callum smiles and leans forward.
“Well, my last singles outing didn’t go so well, and while I was able to make up for it in tag matches, I do crave getting a singles win here on Prime. So an elimination bout where I can score potentially not just one, but two falls? I’m excited to spill some more fucking blood!”
The therapist raises an eyebrow but lets Callum continue.
“The first dead man in this match, and the most experienced, Phoenix Winterborn? He’s all talk. A 24 year career, with only one championship? Ha! He thinks he’s special, that he carries brands on his back. Even with his nickname, ‘Primetime,’ it feels so self aggrandizing. Phoenix is just a fucking poser, though. A washed up veteran who doesn’t realize he’s past his… prime. He’s got a losing record this season, losing to Divewire thanks to being outmaneuvered and confused with a barrage of reversals, and losing to Justin Paige because he took too long to set up his finisher and it was dodged. I’m younger, I’m faster, and I know when to pick my spots, and I’ll be sure to take advantage of any such mistakes he makes against me. He’s been too focused on trying to get an Indy Championship match, calling out Callie Clark constantly, while I just wanna beat the hell out of anybody I can! With the downward spiral his career is facing, and me being half his age, his veteran advantage is really looking like a disadvantage. It’s appropriate that fucking stupid Wendy’s gimmick is on his head this match, because I’m about to treat him like meat!
And Nomad Ryder? That pretty boy bitch tried to step into the hardcore world, and he soon found out he can’t hang with real badasses. He tries for a Stargazer, I’ll just do what Dalilah did and roll to my side. Hell, against Dalilah, that fucking moron said he didn’t care to do any research against his opponent! No wonder he lost! He said no one would want to fight him after that match? Well he’s right, because of how easy of a win it would be! I get that he’s young and inexperienced, I was there not too long ago, but I’ll be sure to teach him a House Gym style lesson!
This triple threat is mine to win! I’m going to beat the utter fuck out of those flippy shit twats and that? THAT’S therapy!”
Callum stands up, grinning madly.
“Wow! This really DOES work!”
“Wait, we haven’t even-”
Callum is already gone.
We fade out on an utterly confused therapist writing in his notes: “cut a wrestling promo and then left???”