Post by Joka on Mar 12, 2015 22:23:18 GMT -5
"I know this isn't the first time you've had a psyche evaluation, Byron. I've read your book and you've become somewhat of the bar in the psychological community."
Joka looks up from his old school Game Boy lovingly referred to by most geeks as the grey brick. Joka shoots a perplexed expression at the man sitting opposite him as the unknown man reaches into the drawer of his desk, retrieving a book and a rather large manila folder overflowing with papers.
Joka: Say that again? I'm sorry... I just got to the power plant in Pokemon Red and I'm trying to catch Zapdos!
"I think you should take this seriously, Byron. My name is Dr. Klein and I'm here to help you."
Joka: You were paid to help me! My only question is... who paid you?
Dr. Klein: Mr. Foley thinks...
Joka shoots up from his seat at the other side of the good doctors desk and slams both of his fists down as hard as he can, obviously seeing red and spitting drool into the air as he growl at the mention of that name. The psychologist is unwavering and doesn't flinch or even blink in the sight of Joka going into an uncontrolled rage.
Joka: And what did the President say?!? Did he tell you that if I didn't pass this little examination... I would be fired? Suspended again? What vitriol did he spit in your face about me???
Dr. Klein: Easy Byron... there will be no consequences to face based on the outcome of this psyche evaluation or any continuing therapy sessions we have here. This is a safe place...
Joka: There are no safe places... or comfortable places... even the afterlife doesn't offer any solace to a depraved soul such as mine...
Both men pause as they stare each other down and Joka takes his seat again as he leans back in his chair and places his feet upon the doctor's desk. Dr. Klein shows more courage than most in the presence of the Terror Of PCW, showing more concern than fear.
Dr. Klein: I've read your file and I doubt anything has changed since you were in inpatient therapy last time... so I'll skip the questions you undoubtedly already have a script of answers to.
Joka: *Comically waving his hands in the air* Oh it's so terrible Doc... My Step Father beat the shit out of me and my mother was an abusive drunk and I was homeless before I was even in high school and I dropped out to be a cage fighter and blah, blah, blah. My manager says it best... I don't suffer from my malady, rather I enjoy every minute of it.
Dr. Klein: This is what troubles me, Byron. Most patients I deal with personally that have Dissociative Personality Disorder or Schizo-affective Disorder are in constant turmoil. What's your secret?
Joka: You gotta take pleasure in the little things. You have to see the bright side. Sure... I don't dwell on my suffering... so I enjoy the suffering of others...
Dr. Klein: Like the suffering you caused the Head of Security, David Brandt.
Joka: Just a symbol... just a little note... that was delivered perfectly.
Dr. Klein: So you have absolutely no remorse for your actions toward him.
Joka takes his feet off the doctors desk and leans forward, pointing two fingers into his temple with a scowl across his face. His long, greasy dreadlocks falling in front of his face as his deep hypnotic stare and sadistic frown are still visible underneath.
Joka: Do I strike you as a man who regrets anything he does?
Dr. Klein: I've read your file and...
Joka: I didn't ask you if you've read my personality profile... I asked you if I LOOK like a man who feels regret?
The good doctors eyes squint as he examines the question and the form in which the clown has asked it. Again, Joka has tried to lay an egg of fear inside the good doctors mind and the doctor as overcome the fear to show genuine concern for this man he has never met before. Joka's neck twitches slightly as he looks quickly to his left. He looks back at the doctor as the doctor becomes puzzled by this behavior.
Joka: Y'er right... he's not examining us... he's JUDGING us!
Dr. Klein: Who are you talking to... Byron?
Joka: I'm not Byron... Byron is trapped in the bat...
Dr. Klein: No Joka... your name is Byron. Your real name is Byron Belasko.
Joka stands up quickly and walks over to the couch where he has placed his leather jacket and backpack. With a lethargic look in his face, the clown opens the large green backpack and retrieves his barbed wire wrapped baseball bat. The barbed wire is wrapped so tightly around the blood stained wooden bat that it digs deep into it, with sharp splinters popping up from the jagged spurs of the demonic wire. Joka brings the weapon up to his face and taps one of the barbs with his fingers as he smiles from behind his makeshift maul.
Dr. Klein: So you didn't feel any empathy for Seth Archer when you attacked him?
Joka: No offense to Seth... but he was just in the way of mah true goal. Sorry not sorry...
Dr. Klein: Your true goal is obviously this North American Championship title that is on the line in this match you have with Justin Michael's, right?
Joka: Oh you have so much to learn. The goal isn't the belt... it's the holder of the belt. When I first arrived in PCW... I had one message and one goal. I want someone to HURT me! I want to find the person that can bring me that sweet pain I've searched for my entire career.
Dr. Klein: So the prospect of winning the belt doesn't entice you?
Joka: Not one single fuck is given about that belt! Just look at my past actions... what do you see?
Dr. Klein: You sexually harassing a young female competitor...
Joka: You see sexual harassment... I saw a caged animal inside of that sweet little innocent get set loose. Just look at the ferocity she has shown in the past weeks. The only mistake I made was thinking she would be the one...
Dr. Klein: So Justin Michaels is this "one" you seek? Is that why you attacked him so viciously at Trauma?
Joka: I actually don't remember attacking Stormmy... wish I did though... I'd like to know what I did to him...
The doctor falls back into his chair in surprised disgust at the lackadaisical attitude that the clown is showing at nearly killing a man. Obviously not believing that Joka had blacked out that entire episode of violence, the doctor probes deeper.
Dr. Klein: I have a copy of the hospital report, security report, and a recording of the show. Apparently you appeared out of the backstage area and wrapped barbed wire fencing material around Mr. Michaels neck and dragged him backstage.
Joka: Certainly sounds like something I'd do... but nope... completely blank.
Dr. Klein: The Head of Security found Mr. Michaels locked in his locker room with several lacerations.
Joka: Sounds like a lot of fun.
Dr. Klein: Fun? Fun?!? The man was bleeding to death from your attacks!
Joka: There you are... doctor! I knew the real you would come out eventually!
The doctor realizes that the manipulative jester is getting the best of him and instantly calms himself and back-steps into a more professional stance. Joka sees this and lets out a wicked guffaw. The doctor tries to open his mouth to speak but the boisterous laughter of the clown keeps interrupting him and drowning out the sound of his voice. Louder and louder it gets as the doctor finally succumbs to the noise of it all and covers his ears. Joka's neck twitches violently and he instantly stops laughing and raises the baseball bat to his face with two hands.
Joka: We aren't concerned with gold and glamour or fame and fortune. All we concern ourselves with... are the smiles and cries. Stormm only sees me as a reckless fool, out to make a name for mahself in Pure Class Wrestling. I'm out to to change the face of this place. The class will turn to classless... to chaos. Stormm and Gem were only the beginning. I took the most innocent thing in PCW and I corrupted her. I took the reformed bad boy... the bad-ass turned family man... and I put the rage back into him. No matter what happens at Mass Destruction... Stormm's fans, friends, and family will see their beloved Justin Michaels succumb to his old ways. Like a junkie... going years without his sweet medicine and finally getting his fix. The animals are starting to be let out of their cages. A Nightmare has arrived in PCW... and Hell follows soon.
The doctor looks confused as he tries his best to understand the cryptic message that the Court Jester has delivered to him. The doctor opens his mouth several times, trying his best to evaluate the situation. However, he stays frozen in the fear that Joka has been trying to put into him during this entire psychological evaluation. Finally, he is able to whimper and whisper a question.
Dr. Klein: What... what does that mean?
Joka: Simple Doc... it would appear I have failed y'er psyche eval... and I'll see you next week.
The clown shoots a wicked smile at the doctor as he is left contemplating the therapy session he has just witnessed. Joka slips his barbed wire wrapped baseball bat into the straps of his backpack and grabs his leather jacket, exiting the doctors office without saying another word. The doctors mouth is left agape as he watches his newest client walk away.
