Post by Nick Knight on Mar 24, 2020 4:51:50 GMT
The scene opens in the suit of a four star hotel somewhere in the South of France. Nick Knight leans against the headboard of his king sized bed and looks out over the Mediteranian as he waits for world famous psychiatrist Dr. Phil Goode to call for their weekly video chat. A week ago he was living in a motel two cockroaches away from being condemned and now he was staying on the Riviera, life was nothing but one big ass roller coaster ride.
The tablet sitting beside Nick on the bed lets out a chirping sound and he picks it up and hits the button to answer the call, “Dr. Goode, it’s always good to see your smiling face.”
“It’s good to see yours as well Nick. I apologize for being late, but you know how adult entertainers can be with their daddy issues.”
“Yeah I do. I was married to one for eight years remember. Good job not calling them a porn star, that hate that,” Nick said, with a laugh.
“This one is actually a stripper,” Goode replied, causing Nick to laugh more. ”How are things going?”
“They’re going a hell of a lot better than things were going a week ago,” the grappler answers. “I just got done eating room service that didn’t come in a box saying Guido’s on the side and I haven’t seen a crack whore in days.”
“It sounds like Europe is agreeing with you,” the doctor says, jotting something down on his ever present yellow legal pad.
“I’ve always really liked Europe. I spent a couple of summers when I was younger working in Germany and I’ve worked a lot in the UK through the years. It is a big adjustment being back on the road,” Nick admitted.
“How so?”
“I’m not used to the structure,” Knight answered. “Every day is eat at this time, be at the arena at this time, work out at this time. Hell I haven’t really worked out or watched what I ate in years. Now I have a nutritionist and strength and conditioning coach breathing down my neck.”
“It sounds like you are having some doubts.”
“No it’s…” Knight lets out a long sigh. “It’s just a lot to adjust to all at once. I get that they are trying to do what is best for me, and I’ve not been kind to my body, but goddamn I’m in France and I can’t even eat French food. I’m eating nothing but dry as hell boneless chicken breasts and soggy broccoli six times a day.”
“Maybe you should ask if you can have cauliflower next time,” Goode says, with a chuckle.
“You know what doc, you can go fuck yourself.”
“I thought you were in a good mood, but this eating healthy has you a bit irritable,” the doctor teases. “Honestly though, how are things going?”
“So far so good, I guess,” Knight sounds a little bit down when he says it.
“You don’t sound too convinced of that. What happen to you damn near bouncing off of the walls last week?”
“It just hasn’t been what I was expecting. I get that I’ve been away from the business for a while and I’ve never worked for these guys, but come on I’m a fucking legend. If they don’t want to acknowledge the things that I have done all over the fucking world, whatever, but treat me with some fucking respect.”
“How are they disrespecting you,” Goode asks
“They aren’t booking me against guys on my level in a spot on the card that I deserve. They are booking me jerking the curtain on house shows against local jobbers, that is how motherfuckers get hurt,” Knight answers.
“Those don’t seem to be healthy thoughts Nick,” the doctor says. “We have talked a lot about these urges to hurt people before, haven’t we.”
“Doc this isn’t like the urge to take out some teenagers eye with a spork because they can’t make a fucking burrito right!” Knight takes a deep breath to calm down. “No, this is me doing my job to the best of my ability. Sometimes that involves stretching a motherfucker that thinks he’s good enough to be on my level.”
“I guess I don’t know what you mean,” the doctor tries to get Knight to explain.
“Going clear back to the carny days there were always legitimate wrestlers that new holds to hurt you. They called them hookers and what they did to people that thought they were tough guys was called stretching them.” Nick starts to laugh. “Some of us still know how to keep the tradition going.”
“How is that any different than what you did at that Taco Bell?”
“The difference is control Doc. I am 100% in control when I am in that ring, not acting like some raving lunatic. Professional wrestling is a tough business and you might get injured any time you climb inside of that ring, especially when you’re out classed.”
“Don’t you think that is kind of a callous attitude to have?” Goode makes a long not on his legal pad, and it is obvious from the look on his face that he is concerned that his patient is slipping back into a bad place.
“Is a lion killing a gazelle callous Doc?”
“No, he’s just trying to get a meal,” Goode answers.
“Exactly, so how is me doing my job the best that I can callous. I’m just trying to make a little more money to feed my family. If a motherfucker isn’t up for the challenge he just might get hurt. That’s on Katherine Lockheart and the IWF office for making the match, not me.”
“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about you right now Nick.” The doctor took off his glasses and rubbed his temples, looking for the right words to say. “Maybe going back to work, at least in wrestling, was not the right thing for you to do. You seem to be showing some violent tendencies that I have not seen as long as you have been my patient.”
“Don’t sweat it Doc, the monster his firmly on his leash. Getting back in the ring just allows me to take him for a walk every now and again. Keeping him cooped up all the time is where the problems start,” Nick said, trying to reassure the doctor.
“That’s exactly what I am talking about Nick. The fact that you refer to these tendencies as your monster and claim to have control over it is not healthy. People with strong mental health do not have these tendencies towards violence that you are talking about. I think you need to come home before something bad happens while you’re out on the road.”
"Why," Knight asked. "Nothing has changed since I was on Gator Island. Dr. Love didn't see anything unhealthy about it. Hell he encouraged me to funnel my anger into one place."
“Dr. Love also lost his license for staging fights between inmates and selling them on pay per view,” Good said, with a frown.
“True, and I was undefeated in those fights. Let me tell you, nothing tastes better than extra chocolate pudding after choking out a child killing crazy fucker that likes to draw on their cell walls in their own shit.”
“Nick I don’t know where any of this is coming from, but none of it is healthy. I think you are in some real danger here and you really need to catch the next flight home.” The concern for his patient is obvious on the doctor’s face as he picks up his cellphone and he begins to frantically type. “I can get you a flight from Paris to New York in three hours, can you make that flight?”
“Doc, honestly chill. The way that I feel right now is no different than the way that I have always felt. I take my pills and everything is fine and dandy, except for the guys in the ring with me. They are probably going to end up choked out and possibly bloody,” Nick said,
with a grin.
“Alright, here’s the deal,” Goode said, setting down his phone. “You keep checking in with me weekly like always and I want you to check in with a member if the IWF medical team named Dr. Riley Griffiths. He has attended a couple seminars I’ve conducted through the years and is an excellent doctor. He’s also used to working with stubborn meathead jocks like you.”
“I can do that,” Knight agreed.
“Good, and for the love of God stay out of Taco Bells,” the doctor said, a smile returning to his face.
“You don’t have to worry about that Doc. They don’t serve dry ass chicken and broccoli at Taco Bell. That and I haven’t seen a single one of them over here. I’ll talk you next week.” Nick hit the button to disconnect the call and went back to enjoying the view. A content smile on his face, because tonight some jabroni was getting stretched.
The tablet sitting beside Nick on the bed lets out a chirping sound and he picks it up and hits the button to answer the call, “Dr. Goode, it’s always good to see your smiling face.”
“It’s good to see yours as well Nick. I apologize for being late, but you know how adult entertainers can be with their daddy issues.”
“Yeah I do. I was married to one for eight years remember. Good job not calling them a porn star, that hate that,” Nick said, with a laugh.
“This one is actually a stripper,” Goode replied, causing Nick to laugh more. ”How are things going?”
“They’re going a hell of a lot better than things were going a week ago,” the grappler answers. “I just got done eating room service that didn’t come in a box saying Guido’s on the side and I haven’t seen a crack whore in days.”
“It sounds like Europe is agreeing with you,” the doctor says, jotting something down on his ever present yellow legal pad.
“I’ve always really liked Europe. I spent a couple of summers when I was younger working in Germany and I’ve worked a lot in the UK through the years. It is a big adjustment being back on the road,” Nick admitted.
“How so?”
“I’m not used to the structure,” Knight answered. “Every day is eat at this time, be at the arena at this time, work out at this time. Hell I haven’t really worked out or watched what I ate in years. Now I have a nutritionist and strength and conditioning coach breathing down my neck.”
“It sounds like you are having some doubts.”
“No it’s…” Knight lets out a long sigh. “It’s just a lot to adjust to all at once. I get that they are trying to do what is best for me, and I’ve not been kind to my body, but goddamn I’m in France and I can’t even eat French food. I’m eating nothing but dry as hell boneless chicken breasts and soggy broccoli six times a day.”
“Maybe you should ask if you can have cauliflower next time,” Goode says, with a chuckle.
“You know what doc, you can go fuck yourself.”
“I thought you were in a good mood, but this eating healthy has you a bit irritable,” the doctor teases. “Honestly though, how are things going?”
“So far so good, I guess,” Knight sounds a little bit down when he says it.
“You don’t sound too convinced of that. What happen to you damn near bouncing off of the walls last week?”
“It just hasn’t been what I was expecting. I get that I’ve been away from the business for a while and I’ve never worked for these guys, but come on I’m a fucking legend. If they don’t want to acknowledge the things that I have done all over the fucking world, whatever, but treat me with some fucking respect.”
“How are they disrespecting you,” Goode asks
“They aren’t booking me against guys on my level in a spot on the card that I deserve. They are booking me jerking the curtain on house shows against local jobbers, that is how motherfuckers get hurt,” Knight answers.
“Those don’t seem to be healthy thoughts Nick,” the doctor says. “We have talked a lot about these urges to hurt people before, haven’t we.”
“Doc this isn’t like the urge to take out some teenagers eye with a spork because they can’t make a fucking burrito right!” Knight takes a deep breath to calm down. “No, this is me doing my job to the best of my ability. Sometimes that involves stretching a motherfucker that thinks he’s good enough to be on my level.”
“I guess I don’t know what you mean,” the doctor tries to get Knight to explain.
“Going clear back to the carny days there were always legitimate wrestlers that new holds to hurt you. They called them hookers and what they did to people that thought they were tough guys was called stretching them.” Nick starts to laugh. “Some of us still know how to keep the tradition going.”
“How is that any different than what you did at that Taco Bell?”
“The difference is control Doc. I am 100% in control when I am in that ring, not acting like some raving lunatic. Professional wrestling is a tough business and you might get injured any time you climb inside of that ring, especially when you’re out classed.”
“Don’t you think that is kind of a callous attitude to have?” Goode makes a long not on his legal pad, and it is obvious from the look on his face that he is concerned that his patient is slipping back into a bad place.
“Is a lion killing a gazelle callous Doc?”
“No, he’s just trying to get a meal,” Goode answers.
“Exactly, so how is me doing my job the best that I can callous. I’m just trying to make a little more money to feed my family. If a motherfucker isn’t up for the challenge he just might get hurt. That’s on Katherine Lockheart and the IWF office for making the match, not me.”
“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about you right now Nick.” The doctor took off his glasses and rubbed his temples, looking for the right words to say. “Maybe going back to work, at least in wrestling, was not the right thing for you to do. You seem to be showing some violent tendencies that I have not seen as long as you have been my patient.”
“Don’t sweat it Doc, the monster his firmly on his leash. Getting back in the ring just allows me to take him for a walk every now and again. Keeping him cooped up all the time is where the problems start,” Nick said, trying to reassure the doctor.
“That’s exactly what I am talking about Nick. The fact that you refer to these tendencies as your monster and claim to have control over it is not healthy. People with strong mental health do not have these tendencies towards violence that you are talking about. I think you need to come home before something bad happens while you’re out on the road.”
"Why," Knight asked. "Nothing has changed since I was on Gator Island. Dr. Love didn't see anything unhealthy about it. Hell he encouraged me to funnel my anger into one place."
“Dr. Love also lost his license for staging fights between inmates and selling them on pay per view,” Good said, with a frown.
“True, and I was undefeated in those fights. Let me tell you, nothing tastes better than extra chocolate pudding after choking out a child killing crazy fucker that likes to draw on their cell walls in their own shit.”
“Nick I don’t know where any of this is coming from, but none of it is healthy. I think you are in some real danger here and you really need to catch the next flight home.” The concern for his patient is obvious on the doctor’s face as he picks up his cellphone and he begins to frantically type. “I can get you a flight from Paris to New York in three hours, can you make that flight?”
“Doc, honestly chill. The way that I feel right now is no different than the way that I have always felt. I take my pills and everything is fine and dandy, except for the guys in the ring with me. They are probably going to end up choked out and possibly bloody,” Nick said,
with a grin.
“Alright, here’s the deal,” Goode said, setting down his phone. “You keep checking in with me weekly like always and I want you to check in with a member if the IWF medical team named Dr. Riley Griffiths. He has attended a couple seminars I’ve conducted through the years and is an excellent doctor. He’s also used to working with stubborn meathead jocks like you.”
“I can do that,” Knight agreed.
“Good, and for the love of God stay out of Taco Bells,” the doctor said, a smile returning to his face.
“You don’t have to worry about that Doc. They don’t serve dry ass chicken and broccoli at Taco Bell. That and I haven’t seen a single one of them over here. I’ll talk you next week.” Nick hit the button to disconnect the call and went back to enjoying the view. A content smile on his face, because tonight some jabroni was getting stretched.