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Bad Medicine
Topic Started: May 30 2012, 12:47 AM (120 Views)
James Stall
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i'm a little bitch
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It’s the Tuesday after NewTV 45 and, thanks to the swift actions and substantial funds of Travis Blaine, the two time former North American Champion, James Stall, finds himself in an appointment with high priced London Pyschologist, Dr. Sylvia Plainsboro. James is looking around at the various pictures and degrees that decorated the office as Dr. Plainsboro sits in her red leather chair in her white blouse and black pencil skirt. She tilts her glasses and squints at James as she tries to hint that he should take a seat.

“Do you know why you’re here, James?”

She is of course referring to the events of NewTv 45 where James opened the show by brutally assaulting multiple members of the New Era backstage staff, but right now James has far more important things on his mind, namely his upcoming North American Championship match with Outkast and Romeo Stylez at the London Brawl as well as the Brawl itself. However, seeing the opportunity to irk a good doctor, James decides to play along.

“There may have been an incident at NewTV where I may have allegedly assaulted several members of the backstage crew one of whom may or may not have New Era interviewer Isabel Marie who, due to the actions I allegedly took hypothetically ended up in the hospital, along with possibly several others.”

Dr. Plainsboro looks down at her notepad.

“There have been several incidents, James.”

James plops himself onto the Psychologists’ couch backward so that his leg are raised and his head dangles off the other end. He taps his fingers against his chest.

“So I’ve heard. Terrible slander against me really, but my lawyer says I’ve got a good case.”

“You can’t honestly sit here and tell me that you didn’t hurt all those people.”

“Haven’t you heard? They all fell. At least, nobody’s pressing charges, so I guess the world will never know the truth.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. It’s amazing how far Travis’ checkbook can go to take care of some pain and suffering.”

“And you?”

James Stall suffers from delusions of grandeur, crippling insecurity, self-obsession and loathing which all add up to feelings of great anger that leave him prone to outbursts of incredible violence, but he’s not exactly open about all that. Instead he hides everything behind a smile.

“Innocent until proven guilty is a beautiful thing.”

“What about Nikki? Are you innocent in that?”

Stall sits up his expression has changed from one of contentment to one of disdain.

“Why, Doc, I do believe you’re trying to make me angry.”

The doctor taps her notepad.

“I’m just trying to get to the root issue.”

Stall leans forward. His voice is deep and purposeful.

“I wouldn’t do that, Doc. People have a nasty habit of falling down when I get angry.”

“So you admit you have anger issues?”

James waves it off with a flick of his hands and a bad German accent.

“Nien. I admit nothing. I was only following orders.”

“Jimmy Helmsley’s orders?”

James leaps to his feet.

“Ha. Let Jimmy thinks he controls me. Everything I do I do because it serves my purposes, and, if it also serves his, so be it.”

“So you’ve done all this of your own free will? All by yourself, for yourself?”

James chuckles to himself and thinks about Outkast as he calmly sits back down again.

“Isn’t that what they say? James Stall is all about James Stall.”

The Doctor leans forward, intrigued by the possible admission that James has just made.

“Is it true?”

James twists his index finger against his temple. He’d rather be focusing on his match against Kast and Stylez and this psych session is beginning to irk him. He scowls at Dr. Plainsboro.

“You rooting around up there, Doc? Trying to figure out what makes me tic? You’re going to have to try a little harder, dig a little deeper.”

“Fine. Why don’t we talk about your family?”

Always willing to take shots at his family members, James’ mood brightens. He slaps his leg and lays back out on the couch in the proper position this time.

“Classic! A tad cliché, but I’ll go with it.”

James clears his throat and does his best Heath Ledger Joker impression.

“My father was a drinker.”

The doctor, who has obviously never seen the Dark Knight because she fails to get the reference, is hooked by the information. She begins to write hastily in her notepad.

“Really?”

James laughs harshly.

“Oh god no. He’s always been an outstanding gentleman in that regard. My uncle, he’s a notorious lush. If he showed up drunk to the brawl, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Dr. Plainsboro hurriedly erases what she has just written and begins scratching down more notes.

“Your uncle, William Jones?”

“Yep, Mr. Wrestling.”

James refers to the moniker that was given to his uncle when William Jones joined New Wave Wrestling. The doctor nods her head, reading more into James’ use of the moniker than she should.

“Interesting.”

James thinks about his father and the mechanical brace that encases his father’s leg. It causes his mood to sour further, and his face contorts into one of complete disgust.

“I’ll tell you what my father is, a useless cripple. He WAS a man of immense talent, someone who could have been better than my both my father an uncle combined. He should have made something of himself, and instead he went and got himself injured, and now he can barely walk, a broken shell of a man.”

Becoming his father is his greatest fear. The worst thing that could happen to him would be to live in obscurity. It is the reason he pushes himself so hard the reason he travels so far and takes on so many challenges. Like him or hate him he will be remembered.

“Do you know what it’s like to live that way? To know that you’re destined to either live in the shadow of your uncle and grandfather and be constantly compared to two giants of the industry, or to live in the darkness of obscurity like your worthless father? And all your life you wonder which would be worse? Because you know, at least in the darkness there’s no pressure. There’s no one to judge you.”

James sits up and balls his hands into fists as the frustration in his face builds. He looks distraught, weakened by his self realization.

“But in the end you realize you love that pressure. You need it, live for it. That pressure is what gets you up in the morning. So you spend your whole life fighting against that shadow until finally you have the chance to take a step out from under it, and you wonder: What will I do now?”

Fear and uncertainty creep into his eyes.

“Because all you’ve ever known is that shadow. You’ve never actually prepared yourself to live beyond it, and this is all new and terrifying, and suddenly you’re unsure of yourself in ways you’ve never been before. After all, underneath that shadow there was reason. It gave you purpose, and now you’re at a precipice, a crossroads in your life that you’re not ready to face.”

His lip quivers slightly.

“It fills you with an incredible sense of self-loathing, and all you can do is turn this hatred toward other people.”

“Is that what happened with Nikki?”

James lunges at the doctor and roars.

“I loved her!”

Realizing what he has said James recoils and, with his back turned from the doctor and his shoulders hunched, corrects himself.

“I love her.”

Dr. Plainsboro decides to play with fire and prod James further.

“Is that why you hit her with a sledgehammer? Fractured her skull?”

James spins around and a fleck of spit flies across the room. He locks eyes with the doctor and begins to laugh menacingly.

“Didn’t you see? I was aiming for Outkast.”

Taken aback by James’ laughter Dr. Plainsboro stops writing.

“Were you?”

James doesn’t respond. Instead he stares stone-faced at the doctor before slinking back down onto the couch. A sly smile begins to snake its way across his face.

“Have you ever had an actual girlfriend, James? Before Nikki?”

Stall spits on the floor and shoots his glare at Dr. Plainsboro.

“You’re trying to push me, Doc. I’m going to go ahead and advise that you don’t do that.”

The look on James’ face causes Dr. Plainsboro to shift uncomfortably in her chair.

“I’m just trying to get the truth, James.”

James slams the back of his head against the couch and sighs.

“Fine. No. I moved around a lot as a kid. Used to love seeing grandpa Joe fight his way across England and back home in the States. Didn’t have time for a girlfriend. Got laid plenty of times, especially in the last few years. My go to line was: Hey I’m James Stall, rich successful professional wrestler. Wanna fuck? Worked out pretty well for me, but I never had that connection, until I met Nikki. She was the final piece of the puzzle.”

“And you used her like an object, even now referring to her as a puzzle piece. You call that love?”

Stall sits up and speaks slowly.

“I did what I needed to do for her.”

“Did that include fracturing her skull?”

James laughs and wags an accusing finger at the doctor as he looks toward the door.

“See. Nobody gets it. But they will. It might take them a very long time, but they’ll thank me.”

He walks over to the office window and looks down at the busy London streets below.

“The problem is people are so small minded. Everyone is focused on the next match, the next show. I’m months, years, beyond that. All they see is their next opponent. I see everyone, and I watch everything very closely.”

James begins to walk behind the doctor. She shifts in her seat, but he pays her no notice as he paces back and forth.

“The first one to catch my eye was Doc Holiday. I saw what everyone else saw, that the hands of fate would slowly push us together. That was a gift. Everything else has taken a great deal of work.”

“You’re talking about your upcoming match with Outkast and Romeo Stylez.”

James crouches behind the doctor and begins to whisper in her ear.

“The common misconception is that I want Outkast. I just needed to play that angle to incite Romeo a bit more. You see, he’s the one I really need. I know how big a deal beating Outkast will be for my career, and he certainly does make for an interesting story. Gotta love the whole Frankenstein monster fights his creator thing. Outkast is the major selling point. He’s also the anchor that brings me and Romeo back together again. He’s the past which means he’s an excellent launching point, but Romeo and I are the future. We’re the ones destined to do this again and again and build our names together. And Nikki made it possible for me to make this all happen.”

James goes back to pacing and reveling in his own arrogance and delusion. In his mind everything that happens in New Era is because of him. He gives almost no credit to the hard work of Romeo Stylez. To him everything is a game of chess with Nikki as his queen and Romeo as his pawn.

“There’s a new wave of main event wrestlers coming. And I am the driving force behind it, not Outkast. I was the one who demonstrated that Doc Holiday could carry a main event match. I gave Ro-Ro someone to look up to, to strive to be like, and to be tremendously jealous of. I gave him the drive to be a main event wrestler. Without me he’d still be a joke.”

“And Nikki?”

James stands in front of the doctor and yells, exasperated by the fact that no one seems to understand and appreciate his selflessness.

“She owes me the most. No one remembers the Alexi Priests of this world. Do you think anyone really cares about Misty Lyn? I gave her the drama her life needs, the enemy that will help her build her career, and when she comes back I will take her to the top of the mountain with me. We will spill each other’s blood and have our names branded into the annals of history together. All because I love her.”

He places both his hands on the arms of the doctor’s chair and leans close to her.

“And I’ll crush anyone who tells me differently.”

James can see the fear in the doctor’s eyes. She knows that at any moment he could snap and send her to the hospital just like he’s down to so many others. James shakes his head and stands up again.

“What’s the matter, Doc? Afraid? Don’t be. I won’t hurt you. Break a couple of Travis’ toys and it’s a fine, a slap on the wrist, and a brush under the rug. Hurt you and we’re talking jail time. I may be a monster, but I’m not a dumbass.”

Deciding that his session is finished, James turns around and begins to walk toward the door. Dr. Plainsboro watches him. She doesn’t make a move to stop him because she’s terrified of what his reaction might be, but her curiosity compels her to ask one last question.

“Where are you going?”

James reaches the door and doesn’t bother to turn around to answer.

“My friend Romeo has been focusing a bit too much on Outkast, and not enough on me. I’m going to straighten him out. After all, we must keep looking toward the future.”

He throws open the door and exits. As the door begins to close James catches it and pops his head in one last time.

“Oh, and don’t take any of this personally. I don’t hate you. I’ve just have a bad history with Doctors.”

And with that James slams the door shut, leaving the doctor to breathe a sigh of relief.

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Johnny Bloomers is backstage at the O2 Arena in London with one of the many New Era cameramen. The London Brawl is still two weeks away, but crews are already setting up shop to catch the early promos and first interviewers about the event. Johnny is fidgeting with his microphone as he waits for his friend Romeo Stylez. He looks around nervously because he knows how volatile the backstage area has become with animals like James Stall and Spencer Riggs on the loose. Sure enough he hears the sound of the sledgehammer dragging along the concrete before he sees anything. He closes his eyes hoping the monster approaching will just pass him by. His fears are realized when he here a loud metallic thud and opens his yes to see James Stall standing in front of him leaning on his sledgehammer.

“Johnny, my man, how are you?”

Johnny jumps back on instinct.

“I-I’m fine, Mr. Stall.”

James catches Johnny by the shoulder, tugs him close, and rests his sledgehammer on Johnny’s foot.

“My friends call me James. You’re my friend right?”

Johnny’s eyes lock onto the sledgehammer as he wonders where Romeo might be. The heel of his other foot rapidly beats against the concrete.

“S-sure.”

James grabs a hold of Johnny’s chin and snaps Johnny’s head in his direction. He motions with his sledgehammer toward the cameraman, smiles, and enjoys the look of fear on Johnny’s face.

“You here to interview me, Johnny?”

Johnny does his best to speak while his jaw remains in James’ vice-like grip.

“Ah-Actually I’m waiting for Romeo. We-We’re supposed to do an interview about the London Brawl.”

James’ eyes widen and he lets Johnny go before slapping him twice on the cheek.

“Excellent. How is my good friend Ro-Ro?”

Johnny looks around in desperation, hoping that Romeo Stylez will show up to save him.

“He’s f-fine. I g-guess. St-still mad at you and Outkast though.”

Johnny immediately realizes what he has said and winces with his eyes slammed shut. Instead of taking an expected punch to the face he opens his eyes to see James Stall chuckling to himself. James pats Johnny on the back.

“Well I can’t really blame him for still having some hard feelings. I’ve been meaning to talk to him. Why don’t you interview me while we wait.”

Johnny looks over at the camera man and shrugs his shoulders. With no Romeo around this might be the only thing keeping him safe.

“S-Sure.”

The terrified interviewer motions to his camera man who moves into position to film Johnny interviewing the Ayatollah of Aggression.

“Uh-uhm… You have a big match with Romeo Stylez and Outkast coming up. What do you think about that?”

Johnny looks down at the sledgehammer as James taps it on the ground while thinking about his opponents. A wide grin crosses James’ face as he thinks about all the glory he stands to gain by winning not only his unprecedented third North American Championship, but getting to submit Outkast and win the London Brawl all in the same night.

“I think I’m going to win it. In fact I can see nothing but a glorious night of victory for me come the Brawl. A new main event scene is blossoming thanks to me, and it’s time for me to claim the prize that is rightfully mine. The climb’s been fun, but I’m ready for the summit. And before I get there by winning the London Brawl and going on to defeat either Randy Altzer or Doc Holiday I’m going to settle some scores by making Outkast submit and taking the title back from Romeo Stylez.”

James catches Johnny staring at the sledgehammer.

“You seem distracted by my sledgehammer.”

Johnny’s leg is shaking violently. James lifts the hammer up and holds it in front of Johnny’s face, and Johnny can clearly see the stain from Nikki Blaine’s blood. James looks at it proudly.

“Go ahead. Ask me about it.”

He presses’ the hammer’s head against Johnny’s neck, grits his teeth, and growls.

“I said ask me about it.”

Johnny is practically crying now without Romeo to protect him.

“Wh-what’s up with the sledgehammer?”

James spikes the hammer against the ground causing Johnny to jump. James leans on the hammer’s handle.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it? I never quite understood why Troy Turner was so fond of it. I’ve always preferred breaking people with my hands, but this does a great job of focusing all my anger on such a small space. And with Troy no longer with us someone has to carry on the tradition. Mostly though I like to remind myself, and others of that one tremendous moment. It stokes the fire in my opponents’ bellies. Makes the match more interesting. Don’t you think so?”

James swings the hammer up to his shoulder, causing Johnny to jump again, and pretends to look at a watch on his wrist.

“Well, look at the time. I’ve really got to go. Romeo and Outkast are going to prove to be quite the challenge. Better hit the gym.”

He shakes his head and pouts.

“Shame. I was so hoping to get to talk to Romeo.”

James turns around, and Johnny lets out a sigh of relief until he hears the snap of James’ fingers. James turns back around and wags his finger at Johnny whose face turns white at the sight of James’ menacing grin.

“Say. You wouldn’t mind delivering a message to him, would you, buddy?”

Johnny gives one last desperate look for the Sensational One before uttering the only thing he can think to say as James bears down on him.

“N-not at all.”

Johnny tries to back away, but James gets closer, dragging the sledgehammer across the ground.

“Great.”

He snags Johnny by the arm, looks him dead in the eyes, and smiles.

“Tell him.”

He gets closer and begins to breathe down Johnny’s neck.

“This.”

He drops the sledgehammer.

“Is all his fault.”

And catches Johnny with a Cobra Clutch slam before turning him over and into a Cobra Clutch. With the Captain Clutch locked in Johnny’s screams are quickly strangled, and he can do nothing but sputter helplessly.

“All of it!”

James’ eyes go wide as he takes out months’ worth of anger on Johnny Bloomers. His face goes red as Johnny’s begins to turn blue. James can see that fateful moment at the end of Bloodlust playing in front of him as he looks out past the camera while choking out Johnny.

“He couldn’t have waited. Couldn’t have let me enjoy MY MOMENT! He had to steal my title from me!”

He snaps his head back toward Johnny and snarls at him.

“Not according to plan.”

James looks back out past the camera and his voice becomes eerily calm in contrast to the convulsing of Johnny Bloomers who is desperately trying to escape.

“So I needed a way to get another shot at that title.”

James’ thoughts switch to Nikki Blaine which causes his whole body to tense with anger and therefore squeeze Johnny even harder.

“Then that Jezebel kissed Outkast, and it all became clear to me. Luckily, Romeo is as unfortunately infatuated with her as I am. And thank god they’re all so damn predictable. I knew Nikki would never let Outkast take that sledgehammer shot. That’s right. I wasn’t aiming for Outkast.”

James chuckles; he’s very proud of himself.

“I hit her on purpose.”

Johnny begins to pass out as James continues to crush his wind pipe. His face turns purple and he goes limp. James pays him no notice as he continues to expound on his master plan.

“Because I knew I was headed toward another match with Outkast one way or another, and I knew I needed something that would get him angry enough at both of us to get him to put that belt on the line. If it wasn’t for his own greed and his stupid decision to cash in the Key to Excellence on me at Bloodlust, I wouldn’t have needed to fracture Nikki Blaine’s skull. And this. If it weren’t for that moment I wouldn’t be choking you unconscious right now.”

James releases the unconscious Johnny. He grabs Johnny by the back of his head and looks at Johnny’s pale face before looking back at the camera. Without breaking eye contact he slams Johnny’s face into the concrete.

“And he can take Rebecca and hide her in a hole somewhere.”

He does it again with even more force.

“He can send his family to Antarctica.”

He does it again, and Johnny’s face is busted open.

“I will find them and hurt them all in terrible ways if that’s what is needed to ensure that he gives me the match that I want.”

James flips Johnny over and lies down next to him. He pats Johnny on the leg and talks in an upbeat tone while looking up at the ceiling as if they were two friends at a sleepover.

“He’ll thank me for it eventually. They all will, because when history remembers his name it will be alongside mine. People will talk about this feud as one of the greatest, most heated and emotional feud of all time. It’ll be right up there with the like of James Stall and Doc Holiday, and James Stall and Nikki Blaine.”

He twiddles his thumbs innocently and smiles.

“It’s a wonderful gift that I’ve given them all because I’m strong enough to do what needs to be done.”

Suddenly, James sits up and growls at the cameraman.

“What are you still looking at?”

James charges at the cameraman and knocks the camera to the ground. The camera spins continues to roll. The camera man screams as James advances on him.

“Please. No!”

James kicks the man in the stomach and nails him with the Sergeant Spinebuster. He pounces on the camera, looks right into the lens as he slams his fist against the concrete and roars.

“I will beat you and Outkast, Romeo, because this is my time. You’re living in the summer of Stall.”

James turns his attention to the sledgehammer that is lying next to Johnny Bloomers. He walks over to it, picks it up, and swings it full force at Johnny’s face. The head stops millimeters from Johnny’s busted nose, and James tosses it aside. He laughs maniacally as he crouches down next to the camera again and stares and Romeo and Outkast through the lens.

“It’s just that easy.”

James walks off and delivers one last devastating punt to Johnny’s skull before he disappears down the hallway.

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