The Partille Psychiatric Institute
Aug 20, 2016 11:15:40 GMT -6
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Post by Sven Alexander on Aug 20, 2016 11:15:40 GMT -6
Three weeks ago; In Sävedalen, Sweden
“Hello and welcome to the Partille Psychiatric Institution, how may i help you?”
The young, blonde receptionist says the contractually obligated phrase without much enthusiasm, not even looking up from her computer; Which by the looks of the reflection in her glasses is showing Facebook instead of any of the patients medical documents.
“Hey Ellen, long time no see…”
The familiar voice of the tall wrestler finally wakes her from checking the status of her friends neighbors kids friends uncle.
“Oh my Gosh, Sven! It’s been so long!”
Her mouth twist into a mischievous smirk.
“How’re things with Max?”
Sven face mirrors the expression of Ellen
“Oh it’s great, i haven’t heard from him in (months), the treatment is really working for me!”
“That’s awesome, I’m so happy for you!”
They keep looking at each other, smiles growing wider and wider until Ellen finally cracks, breaking out into a fit of giggles, causing Sven to join in with some chuckling.
Ellen was one of the few people back in Sweden who knew just how far deep in the shit Sven was, having seen through his lies the very first time he visited the glorified Asylum; knowing that any of the doctors finding out would end with Sven locked into a padded room for the next few years, and feeling that the kid was simply too cute to be kept away from the public eye she decided to keep it to herself, and fuck if Sven was going to complain.
Once Sven recovers he gets serious, “So who will be taking care of me this year?”
A look of empathy crosses Ellen's face, “I’m afraid that the only one who was free was... Dr. Axel”
Doctor Axel Ericsson, a true career psychiatrist, known for trying the latest experimental medication on every single one of his patients, putting them through years of torture to get them the deemed “cured” in a way that looks good on paper. When Ellen worked up the courage to finally ask him why he was so ruthless in his treatment he simply responded that it was his job to cure them, and that he would do everything to do that.
“Oh, that’s... not great.”
“No, make sure to keep your game face up; Could i talk to Max for a moment?”
“Erhm, sure i guess…”
Sven starts stretching his neck before balling his fists and rubbing his closed eyes, a scowl crossing his face as he is hit with a slight migraine.
Max lowers his hands, a predatory grin on his face, “Hello darlin’, been a while.”
Ellen smiles back flirtatiously, “Hey hot stuff, just wanted to tell you that Axel has gotten really into electrotherapy, so if you even think about fucking this up for Sven i’ll force feed him enough medication to eradicate every single mental abnormality in that head of his”
The smile on Max face grows tight as he leans forward, his face inches from Ellen’s, “Honey, i would really advise against threatening me, i have done things that would make your dinner evacuate through the nearest orifice to people that sold me bad vodka, what I do to people who threaten me is far, far worse.”
Ellen responds by leaning in even closer, their faces almost touching “If you even touch me I have people that’ll tell the doctors how much influence you have over Sven.” She ends her speech by closing the remaining distance between them and giving him a light peck on the cheek, giggling as she notices Max tense up in anger.
“Sven Alexander?”
“Yes!” Max turns towards the voice, an older woman in light blue nurse clothes, a false smile plastered on his face.
“Doctor Axel will see you now.” The woman turns around and walks down the corridor, clearly expecting “Sven” to follow her.
“Thank you.” Max starts walking towards the corridor, but turns around as he hears Ellen call out to him, just in time to see her kiss her palm and blow it towards him.
His face turns into a ferocious scowl and he takes a quick step towards her before thinking better of it and stalking down the corridor, Sven slowly taking back control, careful not to make him mad.
5 am, Tuesday, August 16th, Sven apartment in Chicago
Sven is sitting in his office chair once again, twisting and contorting his body to reach the small muscle in his back that has been giving him trouble after his 10 hour plane ride back to Chicago.
The laptop in front of him, currently playing the latest Gore Metal album to keep Max content, gives of a light chime indicating that an update had been made to the card of the 8/21 episode of Overload.
Sven reads the updated card, “Tag team, huh?”
“W-What did you say?” Max stutters a bit as the two struggle to share their mouth
“We’re tagging with Porter against Dresden and Lara Chang, all of us are competitors for the Battle Royal”
“Eliza, the one you were awkwardly flirting with on twitter?”
Sven sighs dejectedly “yeah, that’s the one…”
“So what are we looking at, two quick, agile high flyers?”
“Quick and agile is right, but Chang is a surprisingly skilled striker, and Eliza is no pushover in that respect either, but her biggest strength is her agility.”
"Who's that Chang woman? I think i remember seeing her on Overload."
"Yeah she's been pretty successful recently, beat Rose last episode in her debut match."
"Oh wait, she isn't that hula skirt girl, is she?"
"That's her, the Japanese-Hawaiian dragon, who is also a Spitfire."
"Oh Jesus Christ, someone really needs to cut back on her branding."
"Yeah, feels like the kind of girl who had problems standing out in school, so she latched on to every single nickname her friends gave her."
"We really need to make sure we don't lose to her, or i might very well slit our wrists in shame."
"Oh come on, she's not that bad!"
"Isn't she? tell me she doesn't sound like the Pro-wrestling a 11 year old Tom-boy would conjure up in her head!"
"...damn, you're right."
"Of-fucking-course i am!"
"well, if we want to win then we need to to think of how we're going to do it."
“Alright then, what can we expect from the two in terms of attitude?”
“Probably nothing too blatantly against the rules, but you shouldn’t be surprised if one of them tries to grab the tights during a roll-up, and Max…”
“Yeah, what?”
“Eliza will try to rile us up, don’t let her get to you, and for the love of god, don’t cause any injuries!”
Max scowls, remembering a certain other blonde woman who riled him up very recently. “I make no promises, you know how i get around pretty girls; besides, it’s very much in our best interest to fuck up some of the competition”
“Max no, that’s not how we do business, we don’t “fuck up” our opponents, we leave that to to the wannabe hardcore teenagers in rural Germany!”
“Fine, whatever you say, i still can’t promise anything, if the girl makes me mad she is going to have to pay the price…”
“Hello Mr….. Alexander, is it?”
The doctors white lab coat painfully reflects the light of the too-bright lamp into the eyes of Sven, He tried to look away but found that the white walls in the sterile room, furnished with only an uncomfortable wire bed, and a metal table with one matching chair on each side of it, had much the same effect.
“Please doctor, call me Sven, people being overly formal makes me a bit nervous.”
Axel seems to consider rejecting the request for a few seconds before nodding in agreement.
“So then… Sven, what have you been doing since your last appointment?”
“I’ve been traveling a lot actually, been visiting Germany; Berlin was nice and peaceful...”
”No it wasn’t you lying fuck, you competed in a Triple Threat Deathmatch!”
”Yeah, but He doesn’t need to know that”
“...and once i got enough of Europe i moved to America.”
“America, huh? And what have you been doing there?”
“Right now i live in New York….”
”Chicago”
”Do you think he would appreciate me living in a city ravaged by riots”
”good point”
“...where i work at a McDonald's, mainly just cleaning tables; I use the money i earn to take short trips around the neighboring regions.”
“And why exactly did you choose to move so far away from the place where you receive your treatment?” The doctor is drilling his eyes into Sven, trying to catch some little lie from him.
“Living in the States has been a dream for me ever since i was young, and since i am now so close to being cured that my visits here are less than once per year i felt that the distance wasn’t a big problem.”
The doctor stands up, apparently satisfied with the answer. “Ok then Sven, I’ll be back shortly to ask some more simple questions.”
“Alright, am i allowed to use my phone while i’m in here?”
Once again the doctor seems to consider rejecting him, but relents “Sure, if you want to.”
“Thank you, doctor.”
As soon as the door closes, Max wrenches back control. “Why the Fuck are you so damn nice to him!?”
”In here, we have no idea if they are listening to us”
”I hate talking through thoughts”
”I’m not a huge fan either, but we don’t really have a choice.”
”My question still stands.”
“What do i have to earn by antagonizing the guy? Nothing but head covered in electrodes, i’d rather just keep him happy and get on my way.”
“So you’re just going to suck and swallow like a good little whore so that you don’t have to taste the back of daddy's palm?”
“Fuck off Max, if you have a better plan for how to deal with this then i’d love to hear it!”
“...”
“Yeah i thought so.”
The door opens once again and Ericsson enters with a sheet of questions and sits down
“Well, i think you’re very well aware of how this works, no long answers needed, if i want additional information i will ask you for it.”
“Alright, go for it!”
“Please state your full name and age.”
“Sven Åke Alexander, 20 years old.”
“Type of mental issue?”
“DID, Dissociative Identity Disorder”
“Number of additional personalities”
“One, he calls himself Max”
“And what do you call him”?”
“Asshole.”
Sven smiles, but the doctor doesn't seem amused. "You need to stop that, when he is involved emotions like rage and hate need to be repressed."
"Okay doctor, I will do my best."
“How long since you last heard from Max?”
“Oh, last interaction i remember was probably 2 months ago… I think he commented about my awful musical taste”
”Sven, you insult me! Am i really that forgettable?”
”Quiet”
“Good, that’s good, Now the real test, could i please speak to Max for a moment?”
“I-i’m sorry, what did you just say?”
“I would like to speak with Max.”
“O-okay”
“Is that a problem?”
“No it shouldn’t be, might take a while for him to come out, but i can try.”
“Please do.”
Sven starts rolling his neck, giving himself a few light slaps; doing his best to make it looks like he’s really struggling to draw out his other side. After a few seconds he decides he’s had enough practice at acting and gives the go-ahead to Max to take control, almost slamming his head into the table as the migraine hits him.
Max raises his head, a murderous smile on his lips as he gazes into the eyes of Axel.
“Hello there, doctor.”
Ericsson sits up straight, his face an impenetrable mask, not allowing Max to get to him.
“Hello Max, how are you today?”
“I’m a’ight, would be much better if i had the liberty of slamming your face into this table until either it or your skull takes on entirely new shapes.” The smile remains on his lips, not dropping for a second
“I’m saddened that you feel that way, i think that we may need to try out some new treatment to keep you sedated.”
“Oh yeah, and what treatment would that be?”
A light smirk crosses the lips of the Doctor “That would be electrotherapy…”
“Oh shit!”
SMACK
Sven's face collides with the hard tile floor in his kitchen, his Nutella Eggo hitting the floor right next to his face, obviously Nutella side down.
He struggles to get back to his feet, his legs still shaking in the aftershock of the muscle spasm that sent him to the floor.
“God dammit, Max! You just had to ask him, didn’t you?”
“As a matter of fact i did, it’s part of my nature.”
“Is it impossible for you to not be a fucking smart-ass?”
“Yepp!”
“I hate you.”
“I love you too, now get back to the laptop, we have a match to plan”
“Fine, but only because we need this win before Meltdown.
Sven makes his way to the laptop, having to support himself with the wall all along the way.
“So who is this Porter guy, anyway?”
“Pretty wealthy businessman, his company is being run by his wife while he is doing the wrestling…”
“Wow, they don’t even try to hide who it is that wears the pants in their relationship!”
Sven keeps going despite the insulting comments, trusting that Max is able to be an asshole and pay attention at the same time.
“...One of the top dogs in the AWA asylum until it closed down; among other things he was a six-time, and the company's last, International Champion.”
“Will he play along with me, or will he get testy about a man who just left a mental institution beating down two beautiful girl?”
“I already told you, he’s a businessman he won’t give a shit as long as it helps him get the win.”
“Good, but what’s out strategy, let him fight them off while they’re fresh and quick, and then jump in to steal the win; get all the glory?”
“No, if he stops trusting us during the match then we’ll have problems, and to be honest, i don’t think he can handle two quick women at the same time.”
“And you think that you can, when was the last time you even handled one woman?”
“That was fucking low dude, and no, we’re going to handle them, and seriously, get your mind out of the gutter for once in your life will you?”
“No i don’t think i will, and how on earth do you think that we can beat both of them?”
“We’re not going to beat them, we’re going to match speed with them for as long as possible, tire out the two speed demons, do whatever you can do to slow them down.”
“Slowing them down won’t win us the fucking match will it?”
“No but once they’re tired and nursing bruises, we tag in Porter.”
“Sounds easy as fooling a lie detector, and , i’m sure guy will appreciate getting to abuse two weakened women, he is a part of the 1% after all”
“So in summary, all that we need to do is stay in the match for a few minutes against two amateurs, which is what they are, no matter their talents or attitude, and then simply tag in our temporary partner, and make sure he doesn’t fall for some cheap trick.”
“Alright fine, i’ll admit it’s a really good plan.”
“So you won’t do something stupid to cause any injuries?”
“Fine, i’ll make sure this match goes according to plan, we need all the momentum we can get before Meltdown.”
“Alright, workout then bedtime, Ellen said that rest was the best way to get rid of the spasms.”
The mention of Ellen's name has Max tensing up, sending his half empty glass flying into the wall with a roundhouse kick
“Dude, what the fuck!”
“Hello and welcome to the Partille Psychiatric Institution, how may i help you?”
The young, blonde receptionist says the contractually obligated phrase without much enthusiasm, not even looking up from her computer; Which by the looks of the reflection in her glasses is showing Facebook instead of any of the patients medical documents.
“Hey Ellen, long time no see…”
The familiar voice of the tall wrestler finally wakes her from checking the status of her friends neighbors kids friends uncle.
“Oh my Gosh, Sven! It’s been so long!”
Her mouth twist into a mischievous smirk.
“How’re things with Max?”
Sven face mirrors the expression of Ellen
“Oh it’s great, i haven’t heard from him in (months), the treatment is really working for me!”
“That’s awesome, I’m so happy for you!”
They keep looking at each other, smiles growing wider and wider until Ellen finally cracks, breaking out into a fit of giggles, causing Sven to join in with some chuckling.
Ellen was one of the few people back in Sweden who knew just how far deep in the shit Sven was, having seen through his lies the very first time he visited the glorified Asylum; knowing that any of the doctors finding out would end with Sven locked into a padded room for the next few years, and feeling that the kid was simply too cute to be kept away from the public eye she decided to keep it to herself, and fuck if Sven was going to complain.
Once Sven recovers he gets serious, “So who will be taking care of me this year?”
A look of empathy crosses Ellen's face, “I’m afraid that the only one who was free was... Dr. Axel”
Doctor Axel Ericsson, a true career psychiatrist, known for trying the latest experimental medication on every single one of his patients, putting them through years of torture to get them the deemed “cured” in a way that looks good on paper. When Ellen worked up the courage to finally ask him why he was so ruthless in his treatment he simply responded that it was his job to cure them, and that he would do everything to do that.
“Oh, that’s... not great.”
“No, make sure to keep your game face up; Could i talk to Max for a moment?”
“Erhm, sure i guess…”
Sven starts stretching his neck before balling his fists and rubbing his closed eyes, a scowl crossing his face as he is hit with a slight migraine.
Max lowers his hands, a predatory grin on his face, “Hello darlin’, been a while.”
Ellen smiles back flirtatiously, “Hey hot stuff, just wanted to tell you that Axel has gotten really into electrotherapy, so if you even think about fucking this up for Sven i’ll force feed him enough medication to eradicate every single mental abnormality in that head of his”
The smile on Max face grows tight as he leans forward, his face inches from Ellen’s, “Honey, i would really advise against threatening me, i have done things that would make your dinner evacuate through the nearest orifice to people that sold me bad vodka, what I do to people who threaten me is far, far worse.”
Ellen responds by leaning in even closer, their faces almost touching “If you even touch me I have people that’ll tell the doctors how much influence you have over Sven.” She ends her speech by closing the remaining distance between them and giving him a light peck on the cheek, giggling as she notices Max tense up in anger.
“Sven Alexander?”
“Yes!” Max turns towards the voice, an older woman in light blue nurse clothes, a false smile plastered on his face.
“Doctor Axel will see you now.” The woman turns around and walks down the corridor, clearly expecting “Sven” to follow her.
“Thank you.” Max starts walking towards the corridor, but turns around as he hears Ellen call out to him, just in time to see her kiss her palm and blow it towards him.
His face turns into a ferocious scowl and he takes a quick step towards her before thinking better of it and stalking down the corridor, Sven slowly taking back control, careful not to make him mad.
5 am, Tuesday, August 16th, Sven apartment in Chicago
Sven is sitting in his office chair once again, twisting and contorting his body to reach the small muscle in his back that has been giving him trouble after his 10 hour plane ride back to Chicago.
The laptop in front of him, currently playing the latest Gore Metal album to keep Max content, gives of a light chime indicating that an update had been made to the card of the 8/21 episode of Overload.
Sven reads the updated card, “Tag team, huh?”
“W-What did you say?” Max stutters a bit as the two struggle to share their mouth
“We’re tagging with Porter against Dresden and Lara Chang, all of us are competitors for the Battle Royal”
“Eliza, the one you were awkwardly flirting with on twitter?”
Sven sighs dejectedly “yeah, that’s the one…”
“So what are we looking at, two quick, agile high flyers?”
“Quick and agile is right, but Chang is a surprisingly skilled striker, and Eliza is no pushover in that respect either, but her biggest strength is her agility.”
"Who's that Chang woman? I think i remember seeing her on Overload."
"Yeah she's been pretty successful recently, beat Rose last episode in her debut match."
"Oh wait, she isn't that hula skirt girl, is she?"
"That's her, the Japanese-Hawaiian dragon, who is also a Spitfire."
"Oh Jesus Christ, someone really needs to cut back on her branding."
"Yeah, feels like the kind of girl who had problems standing out in school, so she latched on to every single nickname her friends gave her."
"We really need to make sure we don't lose to her, or i might very well slit our wrists in shame."
"Oh come on, she's not that bad!"
"Isn't she? tell me she doesn't sound like the Pro-wrestling a 11 year old Tom-boy would conjure up in her head!"
"...damn, you're right."
"Of-fucking-course i am!"
"well, if we want to win then we need to to think of how we're going to do it."
“Alright then, what can we expect from the two in terms of attitude?”
“Probably nothing too blatantly against the rules, but you shouldn’t be surprised if one of them tries to grab the tights during a roll-up, and Max…”
“Yeah, what?”
“Eliza will try to rile us up, don’t let her get to you, and for the love of god, don’t cause any injuries!”
Max scowls, remembering a certain other blonde woman who riled him up very recently. “I make no promises, you know how i get around pretty girls; besides, it’s very much in our best interest to fuck up some of the competition”
“Max no, that’s not how we do business, we don’t “fuck up” our opponents, we leave that to to the wannabe hardcore teenagers in rural Germany!”
“Fine, whatever you say, i still can’t promise anything, if the girl makes me mad she is going to have to pay the price…”
“Hello Mr….. Alexander, is it?”
The doctors white lab coat painfully reflects the light of the too-bright lamp into the eyes of Sven, He tried to look away but found that the white walls in the sterile room, furnished with only an uncomfortable wire bed, and a metal table with one matching chair on each side of it, had much the same effect.
“Please doctor, call me Sven, people being overly formal makes me a bit nervous.”
Axel seems to consider rejecting the request for a few seconds before nodding in agreement.
“So then… Sven, what have you been doing since your last appointment?”
“I’ve been traveling a lot actually, been visiting Germany; Berlin was nice and peaceful...”
”No it wasn’t you lying fuck, you competed in a Triple Threat Deathmatch!”
”Yeah, but He doesn’t need to know that”
“...and once i got enough of Europe i moved to America.”
“America, huh? And what have you been doing there?”
“Right now i live in New York….”
”Chicago”
”Do you think he would appreciate me living in a city ravaged by riots”
”good point”
“...where i work at a McDonald's, mainly just cleaning tables; I use the money i earn to take short trips around the neighboring regions.”
“And why exactly did you choose to move so far away from the place where you receive your treatment?” The doctor is drilling his eyes into Sven, trying to catch some little lie from him.
“Living in the States has been a dream for me ever since i was young, and since i am now so close to being cured that my visits here are less than once per year i felt that the distance wasn’t a big problem.”
The doctor stands up, apparently satisfied with the answer. “Ok then Sven, I’ll be back shortly to ask some more simple questions.”
“Alright, am i allowed to use my phone while i’m in here?”
Once again the doctor seems to consider rejecting him, but relents “Sure, if you want to.”
“Thank you, doctor.”
As soon as the door closes, Max wrenches back control. “Why the Fuck are you so damn nice to him!?”
”In here, we have no idea if they are listening to us”
”I hate talking through thoughts”
”I’m not a huge fan either, but we don’t really have a choice.”
”My question still stands.”
“What do i have to earn by antagonizing the guy? Nothing but head covered in electrodes, i’d rather just keep him happy and get on my way.”
“So you’re just going to suck and swallow like a good little whore so that you don’t have to taste the back of daddy's palm?”
“Fuck off Max, if you have a better plan for how to deal with this then i’d love to hear it!”
“...”
“Yeah i thought so.”
The door opens once again and Ericsson enters with a sheet of questions and sits down
“Well, i think you’re very well aware of how this works, no long answers needed, if i want additional information i will ask you for it.”
“Alright, go for it!”
“Please state your full name and age.”
“Sven Åke Alexander, 20 years old.”
“Type of mental issue?”
“DID, Dissociative Identity Disorder”
“Number of additional personalities”
“One, he calls himself Max”
“And what do you call him”?”
“Asshole.”
Sven smiles, but the doctor doesn't seem amused. "You need to stop that, when he is involved emotions like rage and hate need to be repressed."
"Okay doctor, I will do my best."
“How long since you last heard from Max?”
“Oh, last interaction i remember was probably 2 months ago… I think he commented about my awful musical taste”
”Sven, you insult me! Am i really that forgettable?”
”Quiet”
“Good, that’s good, Now the real test, could i please speak to Max for a moment?”
“I-i’m sorry, what did you just say?”
“I would like to speak with Max.”
“O-okay”
“Is that a problem?”
“No it shouldn’t be, might take a while for him to come out, but i can try.”
“Please do.”
Sven starts rolling his neck, giving himself a few light slaps; doing his best to make it looks like he’s really struggling to draw out his other side. After a few seconds he decides he’s had enough practice at acting and gives the go-ahead to Max to take control, almost slamming his head into the table as the migraine hits him.
Max raises his head, a murderous smile on his lips as he gazes into the eyes of Axel.
“Hello there, doctor.”
Ericsson sits up straight, his face an impenetrable mask, not allowing Max to get to him.
“Hello Max, how are you today?”
“I’m a’ight, would be much better if i had the liberty of slamming your face into this table until either it or your skull takes on entirely new shapes.” The smile remains on his lips, not dropping for a second
“I’m saddened that you feel that way, i think that we may need to try out some new treatment to keep you sedated.”
“Oh yeah, and what treatment would that be?”
A light smirk crosses the lips of the Doctor “That would be electrotherapy…”
“Oh shit!”
SMACK
Sven's face collides with the hard tile floor in his kitchen, his Nutella Eggo hitting the floor right next to his face, obviously Nutella side down.
He struggles to get back to his feet, his legs still shaking in the aftershock of the muscle spasm that sent him to the floor.
“God dammit, Max! You just had to ask him, didn’t you?”
“As a matter of fact i did, it’s part of my nature.”
“Is it impossible for you to not be a fucking smart-ass?”
“Yepp!”
“I hate you.”
“I love you too, now get back to the laptop, we have a match to plan”
“Fine, but only because we need this win before Meltdown.
Sven makes his way to the laptop, having to support himself with the wall all along the way.
“So who is this Porter guy, anyway?”
“Pretty wealthy businessman, his company is being run by his wife while he is doing the wrestling…”
“Wow, they don’t even try to hide who it is that wears the pants in their relationship!”
Sven keeps going despite the insulting comments, trusting that Max is able to be an asshole and pay attention at the same time.
“...One of the top dogs in the AWA asylum until it closed down; among other things he was a six-time, and the company's last, International Champion.”
“Will he play along with me, or will he get testy about a man who just left a mental institution beating down two beautiful girl?”
“I already told you, he’s a businessman he won’t give a shit as long as it helps him get the win.”
“Good, but what’s out strategy, let him fight them off while they’re fresh and quick, and then jump in to steal the win; get all the glory?”
“No, if he stops trusting us during the match then we’ll have problems, and to be honest, i don’t think he can handle two quick women at the same time.”
“And you think that you can, when was the last time you even handled one woman?”
“That was fucking low dude, and no, we’re going to handle them, and seriously, get your mind out of the gutter for once in your life will you?”
“No i don’t think i will, and how on earth do you think that we can beat both of them?”
“We’re not going to beat them, we’re going to match speed with them for as long as possible, tire out the two speed demons, do whatever you can do to slow them down.”
“Slowing them down won’t win us the fucking match will it?”
“No but once they’re tired and nursing bruises, we tag in Porter.”
“Sounds easy as fooling a lie detector, and , i’m sure guy will appreciate getting to abuse two weakened women, he is a part of the 1% after all”
“So in summary, all that we need to do is stay in the match for a few minutes against two amateurs, which is what they are, no matter their talents or attitude, and then simply tag in our temporary partner, and make sure he doesn’t fall for some cheap trick.”
“Alright fine, i’ll admit it’s a really good plan.”
“So you won’t do something stupid to cause any injuries?”
“Fine, i’ll make sure this match goes according to plan, we need all the momentum we can get before Meltdown.”
“Alright, workout then bedtime, Ellen said that rest was the best way to get rid of the spasms.”
The mention of Ellen's name has Max tensing up, sending his half empty glass flying into the wall with a roundhouse kick
“Dude, what the fuck!”
