Post by hayden on May 4, 2012 5:30:21 GMT -6
The scene opens inside a doctor’s office. Behind the main desk sits a lovely brunette with her eyes glued to the computer monitor in front of her as she types away at the keyboard. Some posters and paintings adorn the walls. They are mostly comprised of tranquil settings and inspirational messages. Half a dozen cushion chairs line one wall. Aside from the constant clicking of keys on the keyboard there is nothing else of note in the modest office.
The door to the office opens and in walks an imposing man dressed in black. He shakes some snow off his shoulders, tugging at his collar to straighten it. He stomps the snow off his black Globes and looks over at the secretary still busy at work behind her desk. OW superstar Hayden Raine walks over to the desk and the attractive young woman looks up.
Secretary::: "Hello, how may I help you?"
Hayden Raine::: "I’m expected..."
Secretary::: "Of course, Mister Raine?"
Hayden nods in the affirmative.
Secretary::: "Excellent, well, if you don’t mind, please have a seat and the doctor will be out shortly to see you."
Hayden Raine::: "Great, thanks."
Hayden takes a seat in the waiting area and pulls out his cell phone. He checks it and notices a few text messages are in so he replies to them. As he finishes his last message, the door to the doctor’s office opens and a tall, thin gentleman walks out. His hair is gray and he has a look oddly enough of someone who would fit the description of Sigmund Freud. He also sports a turtleneck sweater and dark slacks. He drops something off to his secretary and looks over at Hayden who is now staring at him. The doctor looks elated to see him.
Doctor::: "Ah! Mister Raine! So glad you could make it on such short notice."
The doctor walks over to Hayden who is rising to his feet. The doctor sticks out his hand to shake Hayden’s who simply stares coldly at the older gentleman. Seeing that Hayden won’t return the greetings, the doctor forces a smile before inviting him into his office.
Doctor::: "Please, come in."
The doctor turns to go back into his private office. Hayden begrudgingly follows. On the walls of the doctor’s office are an impressive collection of diplomas, certifications and photos of people that Hayden do not recognize. There are also shelves, upon shelves of books. The doctor’s desk is polished rosewood with a high back leather chair sitting behind it. A pair of chairs are opposite the doctor’s desk chair when meeting with certain clients. The doctor does not bring Hayden there however. Instead, the doctor invites Hayden to lay on the couch. Next to the couch is a lone chair with a notepad sitting on top of it. The doctor walks over to the couch.
Doctor::: "All right Mister Raine, if you wouldn’t mind."
Hayden Raine::: "Mind what?"
Doctor::: "Please, lie down on the couch and get comfortable. We have much to discuss and my schedule is full. I have an actual client coming in an hour."
Hayden Raine::: "Uh-huh, well, despite your BDSM-esque fantasies, I’ll just have a seat if you just want me to be comfortable."
The doctor, who is obviously a psychiatrist, looks oddly at Hayden.
Doctor::: "Wouldn’t you be more comfortable lying down?"
Hayden Raine::: "Nah, I’d be more comfortable pickin’ you up and drivin’ your head through your desk back there, but seein’ as I’m not here to kick your ass, a seat on this couch will suffice."
The doctor pulls at the collar of his sweater nervously.
Doctor::: "Well, Mister Raine, that is something we will discuss. Your propensity for violence is a bit of a concern. That’s one reason why Nero suggested you come in so we could have this discussion.
Hayden Raine::: "Yeah, poor Nero, this girl don’t know where her heads at these days. Might as well do her this stupid sanction to compete crap."
Doctor::: "Yes, well, lets get started shall we?"
Hayden sits on the couch and the doctor sits in the chair in front of him. He fixes a pair of reading glasses on the tip of his nose and with pad and pen in hand is ready to get started.
Doctor::: "Now, Mister Raine, you are a wrestler from the OW and have been involved in professional wrestling for the past seven years. Is that correct? You started at the age of eighteen?
Hayden Raine::: "Yes, that’s true."
Doctor::: "Your career has seen many momentous occasions where you have been decorated with title after title."
Hayden Raine::: "Yep."
Doctor::: "You were involved in a car crash that nearly ended your life, yet you were able to overcome those injuries and rehabilitate your body to the point where you able to enter the international ring and even above your previous level of performance."
Hyaden Raine::: "Yes, I’ve had major highs and major lows in my career. I’ve wrestled with and against some of the biggest names in the history of this industry. I’ve done some of the most amazin’ things ever seen in a ring and suffered some of the most horrendous falls ever seen on a television screen. Shall we go on with the history lesson Doc? Or will you actually get on with what I was brought here for."
The doctor looks at Hayden thoughtfully a moment. He purses his lips together and looks down at his notepad and flips through a couple of pages. Finally satisfied with the one he has found, he flattens the sheets and looks at Hayden over his glasses.
Doctor::: "Now Mister Raine, you have been as dominant an athlete can be in the world of professional wrestling. But my question to you is, why do you have to be so violent in your matches? In your very approach to the sport?"
Hayden looks at the doctor and cannot believe his ears.
Hayden Raine::: "Are you kiddin’ me?! Violent?! Jesus Christ Doc! Do you know what I do for a livin’? I beat people up for the mob’s entertainment. I get paid very well to be violent and that “approach” has brought me success over a long period of time. It’s worked well for me for years. Why the hell would I change now? I mean, what? You want me to go around kissin’ people’s asses like Vincent Cross and Casper like to do? To hell with that! And to tone it down would serve what purpose? I wouldn’t hurt so many people? Listen, if this sport is too tough for some people, then take up another career. Like newspaper delivery, factory work, stamp licker, knittin’, crochet… who gives a rat’s ass! Too violent… shut up!"
Doctor::: "Well, that level of violence has made you a very unpopular individual in the eyes of your peers."
Hayden Raine::: "So what you’re sayin’ is that I should be givin’ out flowers to his opponents? Maybe I could wear a stupid sweater and teach everyone how to be huggy-feely. First of all, I’m not in OW to make friends. And second, once we step inside that squared circle, there is no friendship. In this match up its for people who all aren't on good terms with one another, it’s may the best man win, and that often means at all costs. If people don’t like me or Spaz it doesn't matter because at least we can co-exisist for the sake of my sister, then that’s when we know were doin’ our job. To hell with the lot of those stupid bastards!"
Doctor::: "Well, I know you’re not really old at 26, but isn’t time for you to slow down? You’re not as young as you once were."
Hayden Raine::: "Your point is?"
Doctor::: "Well you are not as dominant as you once were. You’re not as sharp as you once were as evidenced by your last few matches before you weren't seen. One, you were outsmarted by Vincent Cross who you would have normally done away with in the past. How do you explain such a lackluster performance from one of the business’ most dominant competitors?"
Hayden Raine::: "Wow, that’s a good question Doc."
Doctor::: "Why thank you. It’s in my notes."
… the doctor says as he points down at his notepad.
Hayden Raine::: "I got beat."
Doctor::: "What?! That’s it?! You got beat?!"
Hayden Raine::: "Yep."
Doctor::: "Come now Mister Raine, you have to admit that it’s because of your deteriorating skills."
Hayden Raine::: "That must be it, huh Doc? I mean, since you think that Vincent Cross sucks, I should have wiped the mat with his ass. Is that what you’re sayin’?"
Doctor::: "Now, now, don’t put words into my mouth…"
Hayden Raine::: "Yeah, maybe you’re right, maybe I just doesn’t measure up anymore. He’s over the hill. The injuries have finally caught up with him. He’s taken too many chair shots to the ol’ noggin. He’s long past his prime and hangin’ on to old glory, tryin’ to relive the past. Whatever other stupid sayin’ that people want to use. Here’s the thing Doc, you win some, you lose some. Yeah, sure they got one over me and I committed one of the most glarin’ cardinal sins in the business… I underestimated the guys even after sayin’ I never do so. So here we are Doc. One big loss and here’s the great thing about this business. I get a chance to get some revenge upon Vincent Cross and Casper at Domination."
Doctor::: "Okay, let’s take a look at this upcoming match. At Domination, you face the very same man who just about crippled your career during your last encounter teaming up with a man who is not mentally stable and believe me Nero had me do these on all of you guys and this guy Casper is a real loose cannon. So it could be safe to say you and Spaz will lose this match?".
Hayden Raine::: "Yeah, it would seem as though that would be the logical conclusion to a match that has yet to happen. I mean, from what Vincent Cross and Casper say, I am a beaten man already. My chances of beatin’ them are slim and none. But you see, no matter what’s happened these last couple of months, I get to step inside that ring once again and prove my worth one more time. I get to walk in there and go toe to toe with the next one with dreams of scorin’ the big win. Casper is the scraps of a pathetic attempt at stoppin’ Spaz the first time and Cross thinks of himself as a One Man Army, but I will expose him for the court Jester he really is."
Doctor::: "They look and sound pretty convinced that they have your number."
Hayden Raine::: "Of course they do! What would it serve thry to come on camera and start sayin’ stupid crap like, “I hope I can beat you” or “I’ll sure try hard”. Other than Lawson, no one talks like that! Now Cross can go on about how poorly I looked these last few months, but when that bell sounds, he still has to lock horns with yours truly and get the job done. No matter how badly he outsmarted me or how much of an impact he thinks he’ll have in stoppin’ me, he still has to show up and get the job done. But he’s goin’ to have a hell of a time lookin’ at himself in the mirror when all that’s left of his bullshit when Oracle comes is some big words that he was never man enough to back up in the ring. After I annihilate his ass on national TV in this new glorious fed, where will that leave ol’ Cross? That’s right, still flyin’ high.
Doctor::: "Okay, you’ve lost me. How is it that you beating him will leave him flying high?"
Hayden Raine::: "Cause losin’ to me won’t knock him down too many pegs. He’ll be able to chalk it up to a loss to a much better man and come beggin’ for more."
Doctor::: "I thought Cross brought up some interesting points about how he has dominated you before and its not even funny facing you again. What are your thoughts about that?"
Hayden Raine::: "Well Cross is a very clever guy on that part. Over complimenting yourself is just a great way to say ‘I am so not looking forward to this match cause it will be a walk in the park”. Now Doc, in case you didn’t catch that, that was sarcasm."
Doctor::: "Yes, I noticed that."
Hayden Raine::: "Listen, the guy’s listened to too many Simon and Garfunkel music. He’s watched Barney and the Teletubbies way too often. In other words, he’s not thinkin’ straight, then again, maybe he is."
Doctor::: "I’m confused."
Hayden Raine::: "So is the Cross. Now shut up and let me elaborate."
Doctor: ".................."
Hayden Raine::: "So now Cross thinks Hayden Raine is nothing more than a jobber who can’t fight. Now since we all know that Cross is nowhere near the level of thinkin’ required for a PHD of worth of any kind, lets see if this can ring a bell before I ring his bell. I have made millions of dollars in my wrestlin’ career. Now that would be enough for most of the bone heads in this business, but instead of just savin’ that money, I invested that money in many places. I also took advantage of lucrative endorsement deals that brought me many business contacts that have allowed me to generate significant wealth on top of what I earn here. You ever hear the best way to make money is while you sleep?"
The doctor nods.
Hayden Raine::: "Well lets just say that sleepin’ has never been so damn profitable. And no, I’m not talkin’ about sleepin’ through another Cross promo. Though I’m sure I got paid way more than that douche while watchin’ his pathetic excuse for a promo than he did releasin’ it. I’ll stop there on that point. By now, I’ve lost Cross. He has no clue what I’m talkin’ about ‘cause he’s too busy collectin’ his paycheques lookin’ for the big payout he can only find in winnin’ matches. Now that Doc is a big thinker!"
Doctor::: "Again with the sarcasm. Judging from your history of unnecessary violence, Cross is in for exaggerated punishment."
Hayden Raine::: "Heh! Cross wants to run with the big dogs in this company. And just by signin’ my name on the dotted line, I am already one of those. Cross knows that if he wants to make it anywhere in this business, run with the big dogs as I just said, then he can’t keep standin’ around peein’ like a pup. He wants to make a name for himself. He wants to finally be noticed instead of just fadin’ out like Anarchy Wrestling did those man weeks ago and has fallen off the face of the earth. And the best way to get noticed is to go after a big name. And since Cross obviously has a death wish, he chose to team with Casper and take on me and Spaz. And you know what Doc?"
Doctor::: "What’s that Mister Raine?"
Hayden Raine::: "Were I in his shoes, I’d have done the same damn thing! Cross is goin’ to have his ass handed to him on a ceramic platter, ‘cause that’s all that poor bastard deserves! Yes, I can respect what he did, but to think this act of another Cross's brain cramp will go unpunished is completely ludicrous."
Doctor::: "What do you plan to do to him? Nothing too violent I hope."
Hayden Raine::: "Look Doc, maybe in your perfect world Cross and I will just meet and sing Kumbaya and be lifelong friends. But in reality, the only person singin’ will be Cross and he’ll be singin’ the blues. While he is standing face to face with me, Cross will be singin’ “Oh where, oh where have my balls gone? Oh where, oh where can they be?”. And that’s goin’ to happen ‘cause I’m goin’ to kick his ass so damned hard, his whole family will feel it! I’m goin’ to drop him on his head so often, he will shrink by five inches! The fact of the matter is he’s about to step in the ring with me and Spaz and despite his delusional wanderin’s of his mind, it’s goin’ to be the most unpleasant experience of his pathetic career! And when it’s all said and done, we’ll see just how much I truely suck. ‘Cause if I’m as bad as Cross likes to say I am, then he’ll be one embarrassed son-of-a-bitch after I beat him for the one, two, three."
Doctor::: "Well all right Mister Raine, I agree that you must compete hard in this match, but please curb your violence... for his sake and yours."
Hayden Raine::: "Face it Doc, the Hounds of Fate have been released! Their comin’ announces certain doom! Their charge is led by one man! He is the Walkin’ Razor Blade! The Face of Fear! The one... the only... the Final Fate!!! Get ready! He’s comin’ violence and all! No stupid ass pencil pusher with an ugly sweater will ever change that. Get ready for it!"
With that last statement, Hayden gets up to leave. He reaches the door with the doctor still fumbling over his notepad, trying to get out of his chair. As he calls out to Hayden to wait, the door slams behind him. The doctor finally gets out of his chair and races to his door. He opens it and looks out into the waiting room, but no Hayden Raine can be seen. The doctor looks a little disappointed. He walks back into his office, his door closing behind him. Fade to black.
The door to the office opens and in walks an imposing man dressed in black. He shakes some snow off his shoulders, tugging at his collar to straighten it. He stomps the snow off his black Globes and looks over at the secretary still busy at work behind her desk. OW superstar Hayden Raine walks over to the desk and the attractive young woman looks up.
Secretary::: "Hello, how may I help you?"
Hayden Raine::: "I’m expected..."
Secretary::: "Of course, Mister Raine?"
Hayden nods in the affirmative.
Secretary::: "Excellent, well, if you don’t mind, please have a seat and the doctor will be out shortly to see you."
Hayden Raine::: "Great, thanks."
Hayden takes a seat in the waiting area and pulls out his cell phone. He checks it and notices a few text messages are in so he replies to them. As he finishes his last message, the door to the doctor’s office opens and a tall, thin gentleman walks out. His hair is gray and he has a look oddly enough of someone who would fit the description of Sigmund Freud. He also sports a turtleneck sweater and dark slacks. He drops something off to his secretary and looks over at Hayden who is now staring at him. The doctor looks elated to see him.
Doctor::: "Ah! Mister Raine! So glad you could make it on such short notice."
The doctor walks over to Hayden who is rising to his feet. The doctor sticks out his hand to shake Hayden’s who simply stares coldly at the older gentleman. Seeing that Hayden won’t return the greetings, the doctor forces a smile before inviting him into his office.
Doctor::: "Please, come in."
The doctor turns to go back into his private office. Hayden begrudgingly follows. On the walls of the doctor’s office are an impressive collection of diplomas, certifications and photos of people that Hayden do not recognize. There are also shelves, upon shelves of books. The doctor’s desk is polished rosewood with a high back leather chair sitting behind it. A pair of chairs are opposite the doctor’s desk chair when meeting with certain clients. The doctor does not bring Hayden there however. Instead, the doctor invites Hayden to lay on the couch. Next to the couch is a lone chair with a notepad sitting on top of it. The doctor walks over to the couch.
Doctor::: "All right Mister Raine, if you wouldn’t mind."
Hayden Raine::: "Mind what?"
Doctor::: "Please, lie down on the couch and get comfortable. We have much to discuss and my schedule is full. I have an actual client coming in an hour."
Hayden Raine::: "Uh-huh, well, despite your BDSM-esque fantasies, I’ll just have a seat if you just want me to be comfortable."
The doctor, who is obviously a psychiatrist, looks oddly at Hayden.
Doctor::: "Wouldn’t you be more comfortable lying down?"
Hayden Raine::: "Nah, I’d be more comfortable pickin’ you up and drivin’ your head through your desk back there, but seein’ as I’m not here to kick your ass, a seat on this couch will suffice."
The doctor pulls at the collar of his sweater nervously.
Doctor::: "Well, Mister Raine, that is something we will discuss. Your propensity for violence is a bit of a concern. That’s one reason why Nero suggested you come in so we could have this discussion.
Hayden Raine::: "Yeah, poor Nero, this girl don’t know where her heads at these days. Might as well do her this stupid sanction to compete crap."
Doctor::: "Yes, well, lets get started shall we?"
Hayden sits on the couch and the doctor sits in the chair in front of him. He fixes a pair of reading glasses on the tip of his nose and with pad and pen in hand is ready to get started.
Doctor::: "Now, Mister Raine, you are a wrestler from the OW and have been involved in professional wrestling for the past seven years. Is that correct? You started at the age of eighteen?
Hayden Raine::: "Yes, that’s true."
Doctor::: "Your career has seen many momentous occasions where you have been decorated with title after title."
Hayden Raine::: "Yep."
Doctor::: "You were involved in a car crash that nearly ended your life, yet you were able to overcome those injuries and rehabilitate your body to the point where you able to enter the international ring and even above your previous level of performance."
Hyaden Raine::: "Yes, I’ve had major highs and major lows in my career. I’ve wrestled with and against some of the biggest names in the history of this industry. I’ve done some of the most amazin’ things ever seen in a ring and suffered some of the most horrendous falls ever seen on a television screen. Shall we go on with the history lesson Doc? Or will you actually get on with what I was brought here for."
The doctor looks at Hayden thoughtfully a moment. He purses his lips together and looks down at his notepad and flips through a couple of pages. Finally satisfied with the one he has found, he flattens the sheets and looks at Hayden over his glasses.
Doctor::: "Now Mister Raine, you have been as dominant an athlete can be in the world of professional wrestling. But my question to you is, why do you have to be so violent in your matches? In your very approach to the sport?"
Hayden looks at the doctor and cannot believe his ears.
Hayden Raine::: "Are you kiddin’ me?! Violent?! Jesus Christ Doc! Do you know what I do for a livin’? I beat people up for the mob’s entertainment. I get paid very well to be violent and that “approach” has brought me success over a long period of time. It’s worked well for me for years. Why the hell would I change now? I mean, what? You want me to go around kissin’ people’s asses like Vincent Cross and Casper like to do? To hell with that! And to tone it down would serve what purpose? I wouldn’t hurt so many people? Listen, if this sport is too tough for some people, then take up another career. Like newspaper delivery, factory work, stamp licker, knittin’, crochet… who gives a rat’s ass! Too violent… shut up!"
Doctor::: "Well, that level of violence has made you a very unpopular individual in the eyes of your peers."
Hayden Raine::: "So what you’re sayin’ is that I should be givin’ out flowers to his opponents? Maybe I could wear a stupid sweater and teach everyone how to be huggy-feely. First of all, I’m not in OW to make friends. And second, once we step inside that squared circle, there is no friendship. In this match up its for people who all aren't on good terms with one another, it’s may the best man win, and that often means at all costs. If people don’t like me or Spaz it doesn't matter because at least we can co-exisist for the sake of my sister, then that’s when we know were doin’ our job. To hell with the lot of those stupid bastards!"
Doctor::: "Well, I know you’re not really old at 26, but isn’t time for you to slow down? You’re not as young as you once were."
Hayden Raine::: "Your point is?"
Doctor::: "Well you are not as dominant as you once were. You’re not as sharp as you once were as evidenced by your last few matches before you weren't seen. One, you were outsmarted by Vincent Cross who you would have normally done away with in the past. How do you explain such a lackluster performance from one of the business’ most dominant competitors?"
Hayden Raine::: "Wow, that’s a good question Doc."
Doctor::: "Why thank you. It’s in my notes."
… the doctor says as he points down at his notepad.
Hayden Raine::: "I got beat."
Doctor::: "What?! That’s it?! You got beat?!"
Hayden Raine::: "Yep."
Doctor::: "Come now Mister Raine, you have to admit that it’s because of your deteriorating skills."
Hayden Raine::: "That must be it, huh Doc? I mean, since you think that Vincent Cross sucks, I should have wiped the mat with his ass. Is that what you’re sayin’?"
Doctor::: "Now, now, don’t put words into my mouth…"
Hayden Raine::: "Yeah, maybe you’re right, maybe I just doesn’t measure up anymore. He’s over the hill. The injuries have finally caught up with him. He’s taken too many chair shots to the ol’ noggin. He’s long past his prime and hangin’ on to old glory, tryin’ to relive the past. Whatever other stupid sayin’ that people want to use. Here’s the thing Doc, you win some, you lose some. Yeah, sure they got one over me and I committed one of the most glarin’ cardinal sins in the business… I underestimated the guys even after sayin’ I never do so. So here we are Doc. One big loss and here’s the great thing about this business. I get a chance to get some revenge upon Vincent Cross and Casper at Domination."
Doctor::: "Okay, let’s take a look at this upcoming match. At Domination, you face the very same man who just about crippled your career during your last encounter teaming up with a man who is not mentally stable and believe me Nero had me do these on all of you guys and this guy Casper is a real loose cannon. So it could be safe to say you and Spaz will lose this match?".
Hayden Raine::: "Yeah, it would seem as though that would be the logical conclusion to a match that has yet to happen. I mean, from what Vincent Cross and Casper say, I am a beaten man already. My chances of beatin’ them are slim and none. But you see, no matter what’s happened these last couple of months, I get to step inside that ring once again and prove my worth one more time. I get to walk in there and go toe to toe with the next one with dreams of scorin’ the big win. Casper is the scraps of a pathetic attempt at stoppin’ Spaz the first time and Cross thinks of himself as a One Man Army, but I will expose him for the court Jester he really is."
Doctor::: "They look and sound pretty convinced that they have your number."
Hayden Raine::: "Of course they do! What would it serve thry to come on camera and start sayin’ stupid crap like, “I hope I can beat you” or “I’ll sure try hard”. Other than Lawson, no one talks like that! Now Cross can go on about how poorly I looked these last few months, but when that bell sounds, he still has to lock horns with yours truly and get the job done. No matter how badly he outsmarted me or how much of an impact he thinks he’ll have in stoppin’ me, he still has to show up and get the job done. But he’s goin’ to have a hell of a time lookin’ at himself in the mirror when all that’s left of his bullshit when Oracle comes is some big words that he was never man enough to back up in the ring. After I annihilate his ass on national TV in this new glorious fed, where will that leave ol’ Cross? That’s right, still flyin’ high.
Doctor::: "Okay, you’ve lost me. How is it that you beating him will leave him flying high?"
Hayden Raine::: "Cause losin’ to me won’t knock him down too many pegs. He’ll be able to chalk it up to a loss to a much better man and come beggin’ for more."
Doctor::: "I thought Cross brought up some interesting points about how he has dominated you before and its not even funny facing you again. What are your thoughts about that?"
Hayden Raine::: "Well Cross is a very clever guy on that part. Over complimenting yourself is just a great way to say ‘I am so not looking forward to this match cause it will be a walk in the park”. Now Doc, in case you didn’t catch that, that was sarcasm."
Doctor::: "Yes, I noticed that."
Hayden Raine::: "Listen, the guy’s listened to too many Simon and Garfunkel music. He’s watched Barney and the Teletubbies way too often. In other words, he’s not thinkin’ straight, then again, maybe he is."
Doctor::: "I’m confused."
Hayden Raine::: "So is the Cross. Now shut up and let me elaborate."
Doctor: ".................."
Hayden Raine::: "So now Cross thinks Hayden Raine is nothing more than a jobber who can’t fight. Now since we all know that Cross is nowhere near the level of thinkin’ required for a PHD of worth of any kind, lets see if this can ring a bell before I ring his bell. I have made millions of dollars in my wrestlin’ career. Now that would be enough for most of the bone heads in this business, but instead of just savin’ that money, I invested that money in many places. I also took advantage of lucrative endorsement deals that brought me many business contacts that have allowed me to generate significant wealth on top of what I earn here. You ever hear the best way to make money is while you sleep?"
The doctor nods.
Hayden Raine::: "Well lets just say that sleepin’ has never been so damn profitable. And no, I’m not talkin’ about sleepin’ through another Cross promo. Though I’m sure I got paid way more than that douche while watchin’ his pathetic excuse for a promo than he did releasin’ it. I’ll stop there on that point. By now, I’ve lost Cross. He has no clue what I’m talkin’ about ‘cause he’s too busy collectin’ his paycheques lookin’ for the big payout he can only find in winnin’ matches. Now that Doc is a big thinker!"
Doctor::: "Again with the sarcasm. Judging from your history of unnecessary violence, Cross is in for exaggerated punishment."
Hayden Raine::: "Heh! Cross wants to run with the big dogs in this company. And just by signin’ my name on the dotted line, I am already one of those. Cross knows that if he wants to make it anywhere in this business, run with the big dogs as I just said, then he can’t keep standin’ around peein’ like a pup. He wants to make a name for himself. He wants to finally be noticed instead of just fadin’ out like Anarchy Wrestling did those man weeks ago and has fallen off the face of the earth. And the best way to get noticed is to go after a big name. And since Cross obviously has a death wish, he chose to team with Casper and take on me and Spaz. And you know what Doc?"
Doctor::: "What’s that Mister Raine?"
Hayden Raine::: "Were I in his shoes, I’d have done the same damn thing! Cross is goin’ to have his ass handed to him on a ceramic platter, ‘cause that’s all that poor bastard deserves! Yes, I can respect what he did, but to think this act of another Cross's brain cramp will go unpunished is completely ludicrous."
Doctor::: "What do you plan to do to him? Nothing too violent I hope."
Hayden Raine::: "Look Doc, maybe in your perfect world Cross and I will just meet and sing Kumbaya and be lifelong friends. But in reality, the only person singin’ will be Cross and he’ll be singin’ the blues. While he is standing face to face with me, Cross will be singin’ “Oh where, oh where have my balls gone? Oh where, oh where can they be?”. And that’s goin’ to happen ‘cause I’m goin’ to kick his ass so damned hard, his whole family will feel it! I’m goin’ to drop him on his head so often, he will shrink by five inches! The fact of the matter is he’s about to step in the ring with me and Spaz and despite his delusional wanderin’s of his mind, it’s goin’ to be the most unpleasant experience of his pathetic career! And when it’s all said and done, we’ll see just how much I truely suck. ‘Cause if I’m as bad as Cross likes to say I am, then he’ll be one embarrassed son-of-a-bitch after I beat him for the one, two, three."
Doctor::: "Well all right Mister Raine, I agree that you must compete hard in this match, but please curb your violence... for his sake and yours."
Hayden Raine::: "Face it Doc, the Hounds of Fate have been released! Their comin’ announces certain doom! Their charge is led by one man! He is the Walkin’ Razor Blade! The Face of Fear! The one... the only... the Final Fate!!! Get ready! He’s comin’ violence and all! No stupid ass pencil pusher with an ugly sweater will ever change that. Get ready for it!"
With that last statement, Hayden gets up to leave. He reaches the door with the doctor still fumbling over his notepad, trying to get out of his chair. As he calls out to Hayden to wait, the door slams behind him. The doctor finally gets out of his chair and races to his door. He opens it and looks out into the waiting room, but no Hayden Raine can be seen. The doctor looks a little disappointed. He walks back into his office, his door closing behind him. Fade to black.