Therapy with Vincent?

[Vincent Valmont]

*Scene fades into a quiet room. From the looks of it, someone who is very clean, and neat works in here. The clock on the wall, keeps ticking, as it reads 9:46. From the apperance of outside, it appears to be morning. There is a name tag on the desk that reads, "Therapist Mrs. Jackie Long". Voices can be heard from a 2nd room, as the scene fades into it. A woman can be seen, sitting upright in a leather chair. She looks very professional, with her blonde hair tied in a bun, and a pen, and notebook in her hand. The voice isn't hers, but rather Vincent Valmont's. As he is seen lying down in a small sofa, as he continues to speak*

 

Vincent: I just don't understand this anymore.

 

Woman: Don't understand what? You've been coming here for the past several weeks, what is wrong?

 

Vincent: This business. The world of pro wrestling is being turned into a circus by the entertaining monkeys, and the zoo keepers that pay to cheer them on. I mean, seriously...we've got guys out there trying to sell mix tapes, t-shirts, or even done movies.

 

Woman: And that's why you've been upset since returning?

 

Vincent: One of my many reasons, yes. I'm not just upset at them, but upset with myself. I've let all of it get into my head, and I can't get it out. I feel trapped within myself, and I feel like a ticking time bomb that is about to expload. I don't like nobody, I don't trust nobody, and I can't tolerate anyone!

 

Woman: Why does it hurt so much, Vincent? Why have you let this get you caught up with yourself, to the point where you are on the edge of insanity.

 

Vincent: I really don't know, and don't really care. Maybe it's because of lost after lost, it's starting to get to me. When I left a while back, I went to go find myself, and I didn't. I went all around the world, wrestled everywhere, and everyone, beat the best, the world had to offer, but now I returned, and havn't won yet. The moment I came back, I made it clear of my plans, and the change. Yet, I havn't held up that promise, one reason is Kaang. I let Kaang get inside my head on accident, and I let him defeat me. Now, I lay here without a win on my belt, and a question mark surrounding my thoughts.

 

Woman: So, are you still going to try and make an example out of him? I don't watch much wrestling, as I find it disgusting, but I get bits of news, as I am paid afterall, to council some of the wrestlers in the business.

 

*Vincent sits up, and looks over his shoulder at the woman with a furious look in his eyes, as he grins, and lays back down, as the woman takes a sigh of relief*

 

Vincent: Take it easy, Mrs.Long. Just because I'm a therapy patient, don't mean I can't be civil about things, now can I?

 

Woman: You're correct, Vincent.

 

Vincent: Ahh, indeed I am. As for Kaang, me and him are done, for now. Don't think for a second, he is off the hook, but rather been given a present, the present of not having to worry about me for a while, not until I finish my purpose.

 

Woman: Ooh, I see.

 

Vincent: I have a bit of a guilty feeling inside my stomach, and it's like a virus. It's slowly eating away at me, from the inside. I don't feel guilty about anything, as I have no respect for nobody, but rather, I feel guilty because I think I've been going easy on my oppenants. I don't use that fire, I once had, and I've come to the solution, that the old Vincent needs to resurface. The Vincent Valmont that just didn't give a damn, the Vincent that in matches wanted the win. That wanted the taste of victory in his mouth so bad that he was willing to do anything to get it. The Vincent that as he looked down upon the helpless loser that he conquered, he had a huge smile on his face, while the crowd booed. So, as of now, starting at Ambition later today, change will happen, just as I promised, but only this time, the old Vincent is taking care of things! As I guarantee, I will end this losing streak at Ambition, and start the change that OCW needs!

 

Woman: I...I don't like how that sounded, Vincent. I suggest that you....

 

Vincent: You suggest nothing! Your services, is over. As quickly as this relationship begun, it's over as well. I don't need no therapist to tell me who I am, what I am, and where I belong. I'm the real Vincent Valmont, and I am back!

 

*Vincent smirks some more, as he stands up, turns away from the camera, and Mrs. Long, and walks out the door, slamming it with force, as scene fades to a terrified Mrs. Long*

[Versus]

Let's just see it out there in the ring. Words are meaningless unless you back em up! Good RP.

[Brad Bauer]

I swear if I have to play valmont every day from now on, he's going to start winning. Let's get this kid trained

[David Jackson]

I swear if I have to play valmont every day from now on, he's going to start winning. Let's get this kid trained

 

I'll train him as only I can.