Dr. Hope Clemente: "Come on on in."
Her voice is very gentle and polite. Dr. Clemente looks over a few pages of notes upon her desk as the door is creaked upon. Being surrounded by so many fans at the annual Fanniversary, like vulture's circling a carcass, one could never be sure if any of the Superstars could have an "undesirable" encounter. So, the doctor's services are certainly in need. As a shadow looms over her, the figure leans in closely and flashes a smile.
Dr. Stevie: "Hello".
Startled by the presence, Hope quickly rises out of her chair and backs away. Dr. Stevie merely feigns a display innocence.
Dr. Stevie: "Why the apprehension?"
Hope: "Perhaps because you've referred to me as both a "whore" and a "prostitute" on numerous occasions.."
Dr. Stevie: "Simply terms of endearment."
Hope: "And because you instructed Daffney to find my home address.."
Dr. Stevie: "That little thing? Listen, Daffney can at times be a tad..overzealous. She and I share a very special relationship. Strictly professional, of course."
Hope: "I'm sure. Another person you've brain washed while pretending to be a doctor."
Stevie shakes his head lightly, resting his hands in his coat pocket's while making a "Tsk"ing sound as his tongue slaps against the roof of his mouth.
Dr. Stevie: "Now, now. You aren't being very considerate of my feelings, are you? ..Oh..I'm sorry..are you upset? Is it because Delirious sought my help and not your own?"
Hope: "Another one you're going to harm. You're adversely effecting them. And you facilitate it, they're nothing but experiments to you."
Dr. Stevie: "Listen. We both practice in the same field we just use different methods. I thought today would could pool our efforts together. You see, this type of environment..surrounded by uncaring, autograph hounding fans..it's not very compassionate to my client's needs. Let's give one of them assistance. Together."
Hope: "If you don't leave I'll call for security."
Dr. Stevie: "Oh, but he's going to be so disappointed if you do that.."
As Hope turns to twist the door knob to her office the door is suddenly swung open for her. She looks upwards to spot Kane, who glowers down at her with narrowed eyes. He enters and she wisely inches backwards.
Dr. Stevie: "Come. Sit."
Richards slides over to a long couch and pats a cushion beside him, invitingly. All the while smiling very softly. Hope, finding herself between the proverbial rock and a hard place, carefully sits down beside him. Kane perches himself onto the arm rest of the couch, with the same intimidating expression, leaning forward. Stevie tries to slide an arm around Hope but she quickly brushes it away. Undaunted, he begins with the session..
Dr. Stevie: "Let's begin, shall we?"
Hope: "..Alright..I'll play your game. Kane. As I understand, you have a very big match this weekend, don't you? Against Hardcore Holly to determine a number one contender for the No Limits title. How are you feeling? Is the stress getting to you? What are you hoping to accomplish?"
Kane: "No stress. And I want Hardcore Holly to bleed from every orifice of his body."
Hope: "You see, that kind of response isn't healthy. I understand it's a competition and at times, it can become very heated, but shouldn't desire to harm your opponent so severely. You should want to win, better yourself, and meet the next challenge."
Kane: "But hurting people feels so GOOD. I feed off it. It causes this indescribable feeling throughout my skin. Why would you want to take that away from me?"
Dr. Stevie: "Might I add, this philosophy has served Kane quite well. He's undefeated thus far and he's decimated anyone that has been placed in path."
Slyly, the ECW-alumni attempts to slide a hand over to Hope's knee but she quickly swats it away and squirms further away from him. The doctor merely takes this in stride, the smile never leaving his face.
Kane: "And I don't expect Hardcore Holly to be an easy opponent. He's a man that's suffered a broken neck. He's had a steel plate inserted into his bicep. And yet he continues to compete. I think I can deal out enough PUNISHMENT to make him reconsider his path in life. I think I can force him into retirement. That is my goal. THAT is what I hope to accomplish.."
Kane leans even closer, gripping the top of the couch tightly, bending and digging his fingers tightly into the material. Dr. Stevie leans forward, dropping his voice down to a low whisper as he speaks into Hope's ear.
Dr. Stevie: "What did you say your husbands name was again?"
To her credit, Hope ignores the question and creepy tone in which it was asked.
Hope: "Do you have some type of history with Bob? I'm trying to understand why you have such ill feelings towards him."
Kane: "I told you. I like hurting people. It doesn't really matter who it is. And when I win this match I'll just have more opportunities. And absolutely no restrictions when I capture the No Limits title. I LIKE THAT. It's going to be a thing of beauty. A beautiful symphony. And if anyone is STUPID enough to challenge me I'll make sure they go up in FLAMES!"
Dr. Stevie: "You should watch his match very closely. It's really going to be something. We'll celebrate. Perhaps you would like to be a part of the festivities?"
Hope: "No. No, I wouldn't"
Growing far too uncomfortable, Dr. Clemente quickly rises to her feet and motions towards the exit.
Hope: "And I believe I've witnessed enough of this mockery of my profession. So, again, if you don't mind.."
Dr. Stevie: "It's unfortunate that you feel that way. I hope your day improves."
Hope: "This is MY office."
Dr. Stevie: "Right you are.."
Kane and Stevie rise from the couch and slowly begin to depart the office. Kane looks over Hope very carefully, directing his shiver inducing grin towards her. Dr. Stevie takes one of her hands within both of his owns and gives her a tight, squeezing and forced handshake.
Dr. Stevie: "I think this went really well. Let's do it again sometime?"
Dr. Clemente jerks her hand away and folds her arms over her chest, remaining silent. Stevie's warm smile becomes a smirk as he shows himself to the door, brushing against rival doctor in the process. When the duo finally take their leave she shudders audibly and locks the door behind them.
