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The Gentle Art Of Making Enemies
Topic Started: Sep 16 2009, 04:12 PM (78 Views)
Dr. Stevie
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When he is on the road, Dr. Stevie often sets up a miniature version of his therapist's room and the Breslin Center is no different. One can never be sure when a poor, lost lamb may need his guidance. Sitting behind his desk, his hands calmly folded forward, his expression is one of contemplation. The door to the "office" is slowly creaked open.

Daffney:"You wanted to see me, Dr. Stevie?"

Daffney looks particularly ghoulish today as she strolls towards the desk, idly fiddling about with the doctor's bronze name plate upon his desk.

Dr. Stevie: "Yes. Yes, I did, Daffney."

Remaining entirely calm, he rises to his feet.

Dr. Stevie: "Do you remember that very special assignment I gave you some time ago?"

Daffney: "Of course. I did a good job, didn't I?"

A response comes in the form of Daffney being hit over the top of the head with a rather thick phone book. One could assume that would be a "NO"

Daffney: "OOOOW! What the FUCK?!"

The disturbed female rubs at the top of her head where she was struck, looking both confused and sore.

Dr. Stevie: "I TOLD you to find out where Dr. Clemente lived! She's a DOCTOR so she doesn't live in an apartment! She doesn't even own a cat!"

Daffney: "I did just like you told me, Doctor! Find Alice Clemente and--"

Dr. Stevie: "Her name is Hope.

Exasperated, Dr. Stevie slumps down into his chair and begins to a pair of fingers into the corners of his eyes.

Dr. Stevie: "She has two children. And a husband. You could have smacked them around and tied them up in the basement for all I care. Her mere existence in this company belittles my good name."

Daffney: "Well, I still think you're the best doctor in the world."

Dr. Stevie: "...I'm tying you to a chair again."

Daffney: "Promise?"

The pair begin to stare at each other with matching, lustful grins. Daffney begins to crawl across the table when a light knocking sound is heard on the door. Both are visibly annoyed by this as Daffney looks over her shoulder and Stevie looks around her.

Both: "WHAT?!"

A vague, muffled reply comes but they are able to pick out the words "interview" and "upcoming match"

Dr. Stevie: "Business before pleasure."

The doctor pushes himself out of his chair and straightens his tie while Daffney slides down from the table. They exit the office and find Michael Cole standing there, microphone in hand.

Dr. Stevie: "Next time? Make sure you have an appointment. I was going over a very, VERY delicate procedure."

Cole: "I just want to get a few words with you. Namely, Kane's victory a few day's ago over Abyss."

Dr. Stevie: "I am not surprised in the least. Have you ever seen Kane look more imposing or dominant than he was at Warfare? It's a trend that is going to continue. And for those that wish to resist my treatments? They can look forward to the exact same thing. And it's going to continue until the resistance ends."

Cole: "And at Aggression this week, you yourself will be facing M.V.P."

Dr. Stevie: "Yes, yes, poor Montel. It doesn't take a doctor to tell that the man is suffering and in need of help. Montel, I IMPLORE YOU, don't put up a fight. Your attempt at hiding your insecurities behind flash is failing miserably. Just come down to the ring..surrender..and I will personally get you the help you need."

Daffney: "He helped me. He can help you too."

Dr. Stevie: "But if you turn down my offer? I will hurt you. Not because I want to but because I HAVE to. I want you to do something for me, Montel. Before our match..look at your reflection in the mirror and ask yourself a question. "Am I worthy of Dr. Stevie?" Because I think you could be. With the right..adjustments."

Daffney: "Does that answer all of your questions, fleshy little meat sack?"

Cole: "It does and I thank you for your time."

Dr. Stevie gives a disingenuous nod as Cole departs from the scene. Doctor and patient slip back off into the office room and the door is securely locked behind them.

Daffney: "Can I wear the Shark Girl mask this time?"

Dr. Stevie: "I thought I told you to stop asking that.."

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Edited by Dr. Stevie, Sep 16 2009, 04:15 PM.
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This is good stuff, I really enjoy the banter between Daffney & Stevie
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