Post by madddogg on Jul 3, 2009 21:00:29 GMT -5
(This is mostly recap from earlier promos, and doesn't count to the match. I also forgot Logan's former character's name...so he is now Lackey.)
Many moons ago...
Logan and his little Lackey are walking down the hallway of a hospital.
Logan: Why in God's name are we here again, boudle? I could be doing anything else. Like watching Judge Judy. Oh yea, Judge Judy, she's hot.
Lackey: Damnit, Logan, I told you. I found something here you'll find interesting. Just trust me, OK?
Logan kicks his feet like a small child as the Lackey half drags him down the hall. On several occasions, Lackey has to come back and grab Logan as he has stopped to stare at a dying person or horrible injury. Traversing corridor after corridor, Logan's impatience grows.
Logan: What is so important in this stupid hospital that you had to drag me here? It smells like piss and ambersol.
Lackey: How do you know what ambersol smells like?
Logan: Well one of the groupies at our last show...she was a little older than she looked and...
Lackey: Sweet Jesus, forget I asked.
Logan: She had dentures. All I'm saying.
Lackey: That's vile.
Logan: Your mom's vile.
They stop and Lackey turns to face Logan.
Lackey: There are times I wonder why I bother with you.
Logan: Shut up and show me what we came here for.
As they round a final corner, the lime green curtain around their target bed is pulled tight. As Lackey comes up, he puts his hand on it, pausing to face Logan.
Lackey: Are you ready?
Logan: Hell, boudle, I don't even know what we're doing here.
With a quick pull Lackey reveals the object of their journey. Logan gasps. With a mask and hospital gown, the figure is more a tangle of cables, hooking him to monitors and seditives than his normal imposing self.
Logan: Is that...
Lackey: Yea. Madd Dogg.
Logan pulls off the chart at the foot of his bed. He thumbs through, understanding nothing, always keeping a wary eye on his former adversary.
Logan: He actually looks peacerful for a change. Not all murderish and full of hate. How the hell did you find him? No one's seen him since he lost to PC Cradle.
Lackey: Well, at last Slam, while Seth was addressing the audience, a call came in that the hospital had one of his former wrestlers. I couldn't believe it, and came out to check on it. When I saw Madd Dogg here, I had to bring you here right away.
Doctor: Well, this is odd. Our guest here isn't used to having visitors. We were beginning to think he didn't have anyone coming for him.
Both turn to see a mousey little man in a ridiculously oversized coat, eyes hidden behind thick glasses, and a bald head that reflected the flourescent lights off of it.
Lackey: Sorry, we didn't mean to intrude.
Doctor: No, not at all. We're happy someone finally came to visit Mr. Dogg. He's been here for several months after someone found him wandering the streets aimlessly. We tried calling everyone we could think of, but to no avail. But eventually, one of the nurses was a WCF fan, so he knew who Madd Dogg was. We called Seth and here you are.
Logan is staring intently at Dogg, noses inches apart.
Logan: He looks so peaceful and calm. So unlike normal.
Doctor: Normal? Well, we do have him under heavy sedation.
Lackey: Is that to contain the horrible violent killing sprees?
Doctor: Violent? Oh heavens no. Mr. Dogg is so polite and well mannered. Helpful even. Why would you think it was to control violence?
Logan and his Lackey exchange a sideways glance, eye brows raised.
Logan: Well, that's what he's like with WCF...
Lackey: Well, if it's not violence, why is he so heavily sedated?
Doctor: He has these strange...well they're almost like attacks. His brain waves spike, his blood presure surges, his heart rate shoots through the roof. At first we thought it was physical activity, but he displayed it on occasion even when at rest. We couldn't figure out what it was, so we began sedating him to...well it's totally for his health you understand.
Lackey: Of course, doctor.
Doctor: Well, silly me, you probably want to talk to him. Let me wake him.
The doctor pulls a small needle out of the drug cabinet and inserts it into an IV tube going into Madd Dogg's arm, depressing the plunger. He then pulls out the IV, so that sedative stops flowing into him. Within seconds, the sedative is counteracted, and Dogg comes too. As he sits up, he considers first Logan, then the Lackey, then finally he turns to the doctor.
Dogg: Hello, Dr. Ocompo.
Doctor: Did you sleep well, Mr. Dogg.
With a cock of his head, Dogg answers.
Dogg: It was...very pleasant. No dreams. I was not aware I had visitors.
Doctor: They came to see you. Isn't that nice? This is...
Logan: Oh, cut the crap! This isn't Madd Dogg.
He grabs the collar of Dogg's hospital gown, pulling him in. The monitors show a spike in blood pressure, and heart rate.
Logan: Spit it out boudle. Who the hell are you, and how did you get Madd Dogg's mask?
Dogg: Hello, Logan. It has been quite some time. But I don't know your friend.
Lackey: My name is...
Logan: No one cares! Who the hell are you?
Doctor: If you'd stop, please. You are clearly upsetting him.
Dogg: I am not upset in the slightest.
Everybody stops, as they regard the monitors. All of Dogg's vitals are off the chart.
Doctor: That is odd. His vitals show extreme agitation. Wild swings in BP. Are you sure you are ok, Mr. Dogg?
Dogg: I am just fine. The word you always use....peachy. That is how I am.
Logan: This jerk isn't Madd Dogg. Madd Dogg would never say "peachy". Let's go.
Lackey: I don't know Logan. That's his voice. The mask. Even the way he cocks his head...it's all Madd Dogg. And the guy on the phone mentioned a sword. They would never have gotten Dogg's sword away from him.
The doctor pulls out his stethoscope, ignoring them, listening to the heart beat.
Doctor: How very...very odd. (turning to Logan and Lackey) We get this reaction out of patients who can't talk when a source of trauma enters the room. Battered wives when their husbands arrive....
Logan: Madd Dogg is acting like my wife? What?
Lackey: Just, try not to be stupid for 2 minutes, ok? Continue
Doctor: Children who are abused. An assault victim when the assaulter comes. In bad fights, one fighter will regard the other like this.
Lackey: So it's...fear?
Doctor: Usually. But it can also be passion, intense stress, loathing, desire to avoid pity. Or, even hatred.
Lackey: Hatred?
Doctor: It's odd, but that would produce similar results.
After a moment of silence, Logan is the first to break it. With a deep rich, almost arrogant, laugh.
Logan: Hahaha. I get it. He hates me....my buddy here. But he's unable to actually say it.
Lackey: Wait, he doesn't even know...
Logan slaps his hand over the Lackey's mouth, silencing him.
Doctor: Well, as odd as it sounds, that explains everything. We thought it was physical labor. But he always had this reaction around a few specific people. A janitor who mentioned how bad he sucked in the ring, and mocked his loss to a someone. And a nurse who used baby talk with him. He was always so polite that we thought he was really well behaved...but maybe that was setting him off.
Logan leans in with a big grin.
Logan: Who's my cutesy, wootsy, mootsy, baby waby widdle Madd Doggie?!? You are. Yes you are. You're such a cute little doggie.
The readings go wild.
Doctor: These readings are amazing. They are off the chart. Blood pressure at over 200. Heart rate almost 75 a minute. This is far from healthy.
Logan: Well, now we know what it is. Sooo, explain this to me Doc.
Doctor: Well, it seems like the brain is almost unable to manifest the personality to the outside. The brain is experiencing trauma, and is manifesting it through the heart, lungs, and vital signs...but the brain doesn't seem to be able to actually act on it.
Lackey: So, Madd Dogg is still in there?
Doctor: It seems like it. And it seems like he is very unhappy about his position. (looking at Logan) Who are you to him, exactly?
Logan pauses and takes a big grin...
Logan: Who me? I'm this boudle's best friend in the whole wild world. Isn't that right, "Mr. Dogg"?
Dogg: Yes. Absolutely right.
Logan: Who am I?
Dogg: You're my best friend.
Only Lackey notices that the vitals are going crazy. Spiking violently, first up then down. Mumbling almost to himself, he observes,
Lackey: Jesus, it looks like he's having three heart attacks at the same time. And a stroke.
Logan: Am I your bestest bestest bestest friend?
Dogg: Yes.
Logan: Say it.
Dogg: You're my bestest bestest bestest friend.
The machine starts to spark, the screen cracks.
Lackey: Uh, Logan. You may want to stop....
Logan: Do you love me?
Dogg: Absolutely.
Logan: Really really love me?
Dogg: Really really love you.
The machine explodes, showering Lackey in parts and sparks. The doctor turns.
Doctor: How bizarre. That's never happened before. Well, I suppose we have this on warranty for a reason. Regardless, how exciting is it that WCF sent your best friend to get you Madd Dogg, and bring you back home? After all these months, you can go home.
Dogg: Really exciting.
Lackey: We're actually not here with...
Logan clamps a hand over his lackey's mouth. A quick look and an almost impeceptable shake of the head and he continues.
Logan: Yes, we're here to pick up Madd Dogg for WCF. It's time for him to come home.
The Doctor's features soften and he breaks out into a big goofy grin.
Doctor: Excellent. Excellent. If you will excuse me, I will get the forms to fill out for his release.
As he walks out, the Lackey turns to Logan, a massive look of confusion on his face.
Lackey: What are you doing?
Logan: Think about it boudle. The biggest psycho sociopath in WCF's history. At my command. At my beck and call. Unable to say he hates me. Unable to say no. Unable to even argue. He can just sit there and do what I tell him, and agree. And it'll kill him on the inside. Literally. This is beautiful.
Lackey: But you heard the doctor. He can't be mean. He can't be violent.
Logan: But he's still mine. And that's something. A living breathing toy. One that hates and despises me, but has to obey anyways. That's awesome.
The doctor comes back in with a stack of papers. Logan motions for the Lackey to fill them out. Taking the mountain, he walks over the the desk and begins signing.
Lackey: So is he like this forever, doctor?
Doctor: There's no way to know. We have no clue how he got like this. And we have no idea what'll change him back. He could be like this forever, or he could change back tomorrow. Or, a trauma could set him off.
Lackey: And what would happen then?
Doctor: I suspect that he'll be mad. Very mad. But other than that, I can't say. I didn't know him before.
Logan: So, he'll be my buddy forever!
The doctor gives him a quizzical look, as the Lackey looks on in horror.
Doctor: I thought he already was...
Lackey: So he'll go back to his old ways if he is "cured"? And madder than before?
Doctor: Yes, that's likely.
Lackey: Oh sweet Jesus. Logan, leave him here.
But it's too late. Logan has walked out the door, with Madd Dogg in tow. Walking down the hall.
Logan: Come on boudles. I wanna get home and play with my toy. What's the worst that could happen?
Lackey: Let's pray we never...NEVER find out.
Many moons ago...
Logan and his little Lackey are walking down the hallway of a hospital.
Logan: Why in God's name are we here again, boudle? I could be doing anything else. Like watching Judge Judy. Oh yea, Judge Judy, she's hot.
Lackey: Damnit, Logan, I told you. I found something here you'll find interesting. Just trust me, OK?
Logan kicks his feet like a small child as the Lackey half drags him down the hall. On several occasions, Lackey has to come back and grab Logan as he has stopped to stare at a dying person or horrible injury. Traversing corridor after corridor, Logan's impatience grows.
Logan: What is so important in this stupid hospital that you had to drag me here? It smells like piss and ambersol.
Lackey: How do you know what ambersol smells like?
Logan: Well one of the groupies at our last show...she was a little older than she looked and...
Lackey: Sweet Jesus, forget I asked.
Logan: She had dentures. All I'm saying.
Lackey: That's vile.
Logan: Your mom's vile.
They stop and Lackey turns to face Logan.
Lackey: There are times I wonder why I bother with you.
Logan: Shut up and show me what we came here for.
As they round a final corner, the lime green curtain around their target bed is pulled tight. As Lackey comes up, he puts his hand on it, pausing to face Logan.
Lackey: Are you ready?
Logan: Hell, boudle, I don't even know what we're doing here.
With a quick pull Lackey reveals the object of their journey. Logan gasps. With a mask and hospital gown, the figure is more a tangle of cables, hooking him to monitors and seditives than his normal imposing self.
Logan: Is that...
Lackey: Yea. Madd Dogg.
Logan pulls off the chart at the foot of his bed. He thumbs through, understanding nothing, always keeping a wary eye on his former adversary.
Logan: He actually looks peacerful for a change. Not all murderish and full of hate. How the hell did you find him? No one's seen him since he lost to PC Cradle.
Lackey: Well, at last Slam, while Seth was addressing the audience, a call came in that the hospital had one of his former wrestlers. I couldn't believe it, and came out to check on it. When I saw Madd Dogg here, I had to bring you here right away.
Doctor: Well, this is odd. Our guest here isn't used to having visitors. We were beginning to think he didn't have anyone coming for him.
Both turn to see a mousey little man in a ridiculously oversized coat, eyes hidden behind thick glasses, and a bald head that reflected the flourescent lights off of it.
Lackey: Sorry, we didn't mean to intrude.
Doctor: No, not at all. We're happy someone finally came to visit Mr. Dogg. He's been here for several months after someone found him wandering the streets aimlessly. We tried calling everyone we could think of, but to no avail. But eventually, one of the nurses was a WCF fan, so he knew who Madd Dogg was. We called Seth and here you are.
Logan is staring intently at Dogg, noses inches apart.
Logan: He looks so peaceful and calm. So unlike normal.
Doctor: Normal? Well, we do have him under heavy sedation.
Lackey: Is that to contain the horrible violent killing sprees?
Doctor: Violent? Oh heavens no. Mr. Dogg is so polite and well mannered. Helpful even. Why would you think it was to control violence?
Logan and his Lackey exchange a sideways glance, eye brows raised.
Logan: Well, that's what he's like with WCF...
Lackey: Well, if it's not violence, why is he so heavily sedated?
Doctor: He has these strange...well they're almost like attacks. His brain waves spike, his blood presure surges, his heart rate shoots through the roof. At first we thought it was physical activity, but he displayed it on occasion even when at rest. We couldn't figure out what it was, so we began sedating him to...well it's totally for his health you understand.
Lackey: Of course, doctor.
Doctor: Well, silly me, you probably want to talk to him. Let me wake him.
The doctor pulls a small needle out of the drug cabinet and inserts it into an IV tube going into Madd Dogg's arm, depressing the plunger. He then pulls out the IV, so that sedative stops flowing into him. Within seconds, the sedative is counteracted, and Dogg comes too. As he sits up, he considers first Logan, then the Lackey, then finally he turns to the doctor.
Dogg: Hello, Dr. Ocompo.
Doctor: Did you sleep well, Mr. Dogg.
With a cock of his head, Dogg answers.
Dogg: It was...very pleasant. No dreams. I was not aware I had visitors.
Doctor: They came to see you. Isn't that nice? This is...
Logan: Oh, cut the crap! This isn't Madd Dogg.
He grabs the collar of Dogg's hospital gown, pulling him in. The monitors show a spike in blood pressure, and heart rate.
Logan: Spit it out boudle. Who the hell are you, and how did you get Madd Dogg's mask?
Dogg: Hello, Logan. It has been quite some time. But I don't know your friend.
Lackey: My name is...
Logan: No one cares! Who the hell are you?
Doctor: If you'd stop, please. You are clearly upsetting him.
Dogg: I am not upset in the slightest.
Everybody stops, as they regard the monitors. All of Dogg's vitals are off the chart.
Doctor: That is odd. His vitals show extreme agitation. Wild swings in BP. Are you sure you are ok, Mr. Dogg?
Dogg: I am just fine. The word you always use....peachy. That is how I am.
Logan: This jerk isn't Madd Dogg. Madd Dogg would never say "peachy". Let's go.
Lackey: I don't know Logan. That's his voice. The mask. Even the way he cocks his head...it's all Madd Dogg. And the guy on the phone mentioned a sword. They would never have gotten Dogg's sword away from him.
The doctor pulls out his stethoscope, ignoring them, listening to the heart beat.
Doctor: How very...very odd. (turning to Logan and Lackey) We get this reaction out of patients who can't talk when a source of trauma enters the room. Battered wives when their husbands arrive....
Logan: Madd Dogg is acting like my wife? What?
Lackey: Just, try not to be stupid for 2 minutes, ok? Continue
Doctor: Children who are abused. An assault victim when the assaulter comes. In bad fights, one fighter will regard the other like this.
Lackey: So it's...fear?
Doctor: Usually. But it can also be passion, intense stress, loathing, desire to avoid pity. Or, even hatred.
Lackey: Hatred?
Doctor: It's odd, but that would produce similar results.
After a moment of silence, Logan is the first to break it. With a deep rich, almost arrogant, laugh.
Logan: Hahaha. I get it. He hates me....my buddy here. But he's unable to actually say it.
Lackey: Wait, he doesn't even know...
Logan slaps his hand over the Lackey's mouth, silencing him.
Doctor: Well, as odd as it sounds, that explains everything. We thought it was physical labor. But he always had this reaction around a few specific people. A janitor who mentioned how bad he sucked in the ring, and mocked his loss to a someone. And a nurse who used baby talk with him. He was always so polite that we thought he was really well behaved...but maybe that was setting him off.
Logan leans in with a big grin.
Logan: Who's my cutesy, wootsy, mootsy, baby waby widdle Madd Doggie?!? You are. Yes you are. You're such a cute little doggie.
The readings go wild.
Doctor: These readings are amazing. They are off the chart. Blood pressure at over 200. Heart rate almost 75 a minute. This is far from healthy.
Logan: Well, now we know what it is. Sooo, explain this to me Doc.
Doctor: Well, it seems like the brain is almost unable to manifest the personality to the outside. The brain is experiencing trauma, and is manifesting it through the heart, lungs, and vital signs...but the brain doesn't seem to be able to actually act on it.
Lackey: So, Madd Dogg is still in there?
Doctor: It seems like it. And it seems like he is very unhappy about his position. (looking at Logan) Who are you to him, exactly?
Logan pauses and takes a big grin...
Logan: Who me? I'm this boudle's best friend in the whole wild world. Isn't that right, "Mr. Dogg"?
Dogg: Yes. Absolutely right.
Logan: Who am I?
Dogg: You're my best friend.
Only Lackey notices that the vitals are going crazy. Spiking violently, first up then down. Mumbling almost to himself, he observes,
Lackey: Jesus, it looks like he's having three heart attacks at the same time. And a stroke.
Logan: Am I your bestest bestest bestest friend?
Dogg: Yes.
Logan: Say it.
Dogg: You're my bestest bestest bestest friend.
The machine starts to spark, the screen cracks.
Lackey: Uh, Logan. You may want to stop....
Logan: Do you love me?
Dogg: Absolutely.
Logan: Really really love me?
Dogg: Really really love you.
The machine explodes, showering Lackey in parts and sparks. The doctor turns.
Doctor: How bizarre. That's never happened before. Well, I suppose we have this on warranty for a reason. Regardless, how exciting is it that WCF sent your best friend to get you Madd Dogg, and bring you back home? After all these months, you can go home.
Dogg: Really exciting.
Lackey: We're actually not here with...
Logan clamps a hand over his lackey's mouth. A quick look and an almost impeceptable shake of the head and he continues.
Logan: Yes, we're here to pick up Madd Dogg for WCF. It's time for him to come home.
The Doctor's features soften and he breaks out into a big goofy grin.
Doctor: Excellent. Excellent. If you will excuse me, I will get the forms to fill out for his release.
As he walks out, the Lackey turns to Logan, a massive look of confusion on his face.
Lackey: What are you doing?
Logan: Think about it boudle. The biggest psycho sociopath in WCF's history. At my command. At my beck and call. Unable to say he hates me. Unable to say no. Unable to even argue. He can just sit there and do what I tell him, and agree. And it'll kill him on the inside. Literally. This is beautiful.
Lackey: But you heard the doctor. He can't be mean. He can't be violent.
Logan: But he's still mine. And that's something. A living breathing toy. One that hates and despises me, but has to obey anyways. That's awesome.
The doctor comes back in with a stack of papers. Logan motions for the Lackey to fill them out. Taking the mountain, he walks over the the desk and begins signing.
Lackey: So is he like this forever, doctor?
Doctor: There's no way to know. We have no clue how he got like this. And we have no idea what'll change him back. He could be like this forever, or he could change back tomorrow. Or, a trauma could set him off.
Lackey: And what would happen then?
Doctor: I suspect that he'll be mad. Very mad. But other than that, I can't say. I didn't know him before.
Logan: So, he'll be my buddy forever!
The doctor gives him a quizzical look, as the Lackey looks on in horror.
Doctor: I thought he already was...
Lackey: So he'll go back to his old ways if he is "cured"? And madder than before?
Doctor: Yes, that's likely.
Lackey: Oh sweet Jesus. Logan, leave him here.
But it's too late. Logan has walked out the door, with Madd Dogg in tow. Walking down the hall.
Logan: Come on boudles. I wanna get home and play with my toy. What's the worst that could happen?
Lackey: Let's pray we never...NEVER find out.
