Post by Vinny! on Feb 9, 2020 23:24:27 GMT -5
OOC: So sorry for a terrible first showing. I just couldn't get into it for the life of me this week. Hopefully I'll break out of this funk next week. My apologies to my opponent for such a bad showing.
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Vincent Garza is seen sitting in a therapist’s office. A different one from last week. Sitting across from him is another doctor, this one a woman with mocha skin and long, black hair. She sits behind a desk covered in papers and office supplies. In front stood a nameplate that read “Patricia Criss”.
Despite being a third of Vince’s size, she doesn’t appear intimidated by the man’s size or disturbing look. She wore an almost uninterested look as she examined the man sitting before her. The big man stares daggers into her with his shocking green eyes but the doctor does not waver.
“Vincent Garza, correct?”
Vince nods.
“Vincent I understand you assaulted your last therapist, is that correct?”
“I like you.”
A brief flash of confusion crosses the doctor’s face but she quickly regains her composure.
“Thank you, but let us try to remain focused. Why did you assault Dr. Klaus?”
“I didn’t like him.”
“So… you’re not going to hurt me then?”
Vince nods.
“Why do you think you like me but not Dr. Klaus?”
“He doesn’t care about me. He doesn’t care about his patients. That much is as obvious as the sun in the sky.”
The doctor glances out the window. The entire sky had been swallowed by dark storm clouds, rain fell in thick droplets against the window. She turns back to her patient with a skeptical look.
“That was meant to be a joke.”
Dr. Criss nods and releases an involuntary giggle, out of surprise more than the joke actually being funny. She noted Vince’s demeanor seemed a little more relaxed.
“Well, it’s nice to see you opening up, but let’s refocus. Please, go on.”
“All right. Well, despite how it may seem, I am not an evil man. I can control my anger with ease. However, there are certain people who do not deserve my passiveness. People like Dr. Klaus only care about making money by convincing idiots the words he’s saying actually have meaning. People like him take advantage of the weak-minded.”
“And how are you sure I am not that way?”
“You have a different… aura about you.”
Criss looks at Vince with a puzzled expression. Vince was truly an interesting patient for sure.
“I trust you are genuinely interested in helping your patients. Should I have a reason not to?”
“Uh… No, Vincent, you can trust me wholeheartedly.”
“Good. That’s very good to hear.”
“Well, Vincent I’m afraid we’re out of time for today.”
“Oh. All right.”
“I feel like we’ve made good progress today. I would like to keep this going as much as we can. So this is what I want you to do in between sessions. I want you to keep a journal. Document your feelings any time you’re feeling angry. Is that okay with you, Vincent?”
Vince nods.
“Excellent. Then I will see you back here at the same time next week. Please remember to write.”
Vince nods again as he stands up. He stares at Dr. Criss for a few silent moments before turning and exiting the office.
(February 7th, 2020. 12:12 PM
I've started a new diary and this time I have a few new reasons. One, I have no friends left. Two, so I can read back and remember what I did the day before. And three, so if I die, at least I leave a nice little suicide note of my life. It's just me and you, diary. Welcome to my freaking life.
Just messing around. That was from an album I like to listen to. Anyways, my doctor says I should write my feelings down here in order to keep track of them. I’m not sure what good it will do but she seems to know what she’s doing so I will trust her.
I don’t feel too bad today. I still get a smile on my face when I think about my Chiefs winning the Super Bowl. I think of that moment when I’m feeling especially down.
February 7th, 2020 3:57 PM
Dr. Criss called. She thinks wrestling is a good way to release my anger. I have a match for something called Alpha Pro Wrestling against someone called El Muertos. I don’t quite understand but I’m willing to give it a shot.
I think I went to a wrestling match with my father when I was a child. The pageantry and the showmanship were interesting, but I enjoyed the physicality more than anything else. There were hard hits and blood and brutality. I thought it was really cool at the time but looking back, it seemed a little too rough for me. But I suppose times have changed. Things are a lot safer so I don’t think I’ll be too bad off.
Besides. It’s all fake, right?
February 8th, 2020 1:09 PM
I spoke with the Alpha Pro Wrestling booker and they said that I will be in the first match in front of around 12,000 people on a show called “Monday Night Metal”. I… do not do well in large crowds, to say the least. I’m starting to regret this decision…
February 8th, 2020 2:30 PM
Management told me to sign up for Twitter. Again, I’m not good with other people being around me so being visible to anyone with an internet connection isn’t exactly my cup of tea. But who am I to argue with management?
My username is @vincentgarza15. The 15 is in honor of my favorite Chiefs player.
February 8th, 2020 11:59 PM
I knew this was a bad idea. I haven’t been on this site a full day and already I have people making fun and insulting me because of my protective mask. Why are people so cruel? I’ve never done anything to anyone who doesn’t deserve it. How has this world devolved to a point where people get their kicks by making fun of people like me.
It. Isn’t Fair.
February 9th, 2020 7:47 AM
I woke this morning with a sick feeling. I discovered that was because my opponent for tomorrow decided to insult me. I called Dr. Criss, hoping she could help me calm down. She says it’s just a “promo” and that it was a natural part of wrestling. I thought this was supposed to be honorable?
February 9th, 2020 10:19 PM
I have a bad feeling about tomorrow night. I’m afraid this is only going to make things worse.
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Vincent Garza is seen sitting in a therapist’s office. A different one from last week. Sitting across from him is another doctor, this one a woman with mocha skin and long, black hair. She sits behind a desk covered in papers and office supplies. In front stood a nameplate that read “Patricia Criss”.
Despite being a third of Vince’s size, she doesn’t appear intimidated by the man’s size or disturbing look. She wore an almost uninterested look as she examined the man sitting before her. The big man stares daggers into her with his shocking green eyes but the doctor does not waver.
“Vincent Garza, correct?”
Vince nods.
“Vincent I understand you assaulted your last therapist, is that correct?”
“I like you.”
A brief flash of confusion crosses the doctor’s face but she quickly regains her composure.
“Thank you, but let us try to remain focused. Why did you assault Dr. Klaus?”
“I didn’t like him.”
“So… you’re not going to hurt me then?”
Vince nods.
“Why do you think you like me but not Dr. Klaus?”
“He doesn’t care about me. He doesn’t care about his patients. That much is as obvious as the sun in the sky.”
The doctor glances out the window. The entire sky had been swallowed by dark storm clouds, rain fell in thick droplets against the window. She turns back to her patient with a skeptical look.
“That was meant to be a joke.”
Dr. Criss nods and releases an involuntary giggle, out of surprise more than the joke actually being funny. She noted Vince’s demeanor seemed a little more relaxed.
“Well, it’s nice to see you opening up, but let’s refocus. Please, go on.”
“All right. Well, despite how it may seem, I am not an evil man. I can control my anger with ease. However, there are certain people who do not deserve my passiveness. People like Dr. Klaus only care about making money by convincing idiots the words he’s saying actually have meaning. People like him take advantage of the weak-minded.”
“And how are you sure I am not that way?”
“You have a different… aura about you.”
Criss looks at Vince with a puzzled expression. Vince was truly an interesting patient for sure.
“I trust you are genuinely interested in helping your patients. Should I have a reason not to?”
“Uh… No, Vincent, you can trust me wholeheartedly.”
“Good. That’s very good to hear.”
“Well, Vincent I’m afraid we’re out of time for today.”
“Oh. All right.”
“I feel like we’ve made good progress today. I would like to keep this going as much as we can. So this is what I want you to do in between sessions. I want you to keep a journal. Document your feelings any time you’re feeling angry. Is that okay with you, Vincent?”
Vince nods.
“Excellent. Then I will see you back here at the same time next week. Please remember to write.”
Vince nods again as he stands up. He stares at Dr. Criss for a few silent moments before turning and exiting the office.
(February 7th, 2020. 12:12 PM
I've started a new diary and this time I have a few new reasons. One, I have no friends left. Two, so I can read back and remember what I did the day before. And three, so if I die, at least I leave a nice little suicide note of my life. It's just me and you, diary. Welcome to my freaking life.
Just messing around. That was from an album I like to listen to. Anyways, my doctor says I should write my feelings down here in order to keep track of them. I’m not sure what good it will do but she seems to know what she’s doing so I will trust her.
I don’t feel too bad today. I still get a smile on my face when I think about my Chiefs winning the Super Bowl. I think of that moment when I’m feeling especially down.
February 7th, 2020 3:57 PM
Dr. Criss called. She thinks wrestling is a good way to release my anger. I have a match for something called Alpha Pro Wrestling against someone called El Muertos. I don’t quite understand but I’m willing to give it a shot.
I think I went to a wrestling match with my father when I was a child. The pageantry and the showmanship were interesting, but I enjoyed the physicality more than anything else. There were hard hits and blood and brutality. I thought it was really cool at the time but looking back, it seemed a little too rough for me. But I suppose times have changed. Things are a lot safer so I don’t think I’ll be too bad off.
Besides. It’s all fake, right?
February 8th, 2020 1:09 PM
I spoke with the Alpha Pro Wrestling booker and they said that I will be in the first match in front of around 12,000 people on a show called “Monday Night Metal”. I… do not do well in large crowds, to say the least. I’m starting to regret this decision…
February 8th, 2020 2:30 PM
Management told me to sign up for Twitter. Again, I’m not good with other people being around me so being visible to anyone with an internet connection isn’t exactly my cup of tea. But who am I to argue with management?
My username is @vincentgarza15. The 15 is in honor of my favorite Chiefs player.
February 8th, 2020 11:59 PM
I knew this was a bad idea. I haven’t been on this site a full day and already I have people making fun and insulting me because of my protective mask. Why are people so cruel? I’ve never done anything to anyone who doesn’t deserve it. How has this world devolved to a point where people get their kicks by making fun of people like me.
It. Isn’t Fair.
February 9th, 2020 7:47 AM
I woke this morning with a sick feeling. I discovered that was because my opponent for tomorrow decided to insult me. I called Dr. Criss, hoping she could help me calm down. She says it’s just a “promo” and that it was a natural part of wrestling. I thought this was supposed to be honorable?
February 9th, 2020 10:19 PM
I have a bad feeling about tomorrow night. I’m afraid this is only going to make things worse.
