It's surprising what happens in one week away from the office. It was all relaxed before I left, but now, it is absolute chaos!
Phones ringing, pagers bleeping, my computer crashing...
I went to find Stan, but all that could be heard of him was his voice in the cupboard shouting that if Cena didn't stop, he was going to riot. Backing off from this situation, I went to my list of clients to see who was going to need my help next.
It was then that I heard my mobile phone going off...
Dr Hayley: Hello. Pro Wrestling Psychiatric Clinic. Dr Hayley speaking.
Unknown Voice: Yes! We need your help down at the hospital immediately! One of our patients has had a turn for the worst and gone completely mental. Seeing as they fit the description of people you deal with, we thought we'd give you a call.
Dr Hayley: OK, I will be straight round.
(As I hung up and left my clinic, I kept having many thoughts as to whom it could be.
Shawn? No, Triple H was "looking after him".
Mick Foley? It wouldn't surprise me. Probably had another fight with JB over the damn Twitter.
As I rounded the corner to the hospital, a scene of chaos abounded. Doctors were running away and little children were screaming. What sort of madman was I dealing with?)
Unknown Voice: WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG!!!!!! You are WRONG!!!
(As I walked up the stairs to the entrance, I was greeted by a very pale man who claimed to be the man's doctor. He ushered me down a corridor to a closed door, from behind which, vases could be heard breaking and glass was being smashed. I nervously entered the room...)
Dr Hayley: Hello?
Unknown Voice: What? Who?! What do you want? Who have you been talking to?!
Dr Hayley: Erm...No one. I was summoned because people were worried about your behaviour at the moment
Unknown Voice: Who said that? There's nothing wrong with me! They are wrong, wrong, WRONG!!
Dr Hayley: OK. Wherever you are hiding, do you think you'd be able to come out so that I could see whom I am talking to.
(At this point, I saw him, stirring from the bed, with a set of eyes peering out from under the covers. They looked at me nervously before lifting the duvet off. I wasn't able to tell whom it was to begin with through the thick mass of unwashed hair and the lumberjack beard, but the 'Rated R' pajama and the Matt Hardy voodoo doll helped me out no end.)
Dr Hayley: What were you doing under there?
Edge: It's the only place I can hide without them controlling my thoughts. They are conspiring against me you know. Trying to take my lifeblood. It's all a scheme!
Dr Hayley: Hang on a sec! Who's trying to take what?
Edge: Everyone! They are trying to take my title!
Dr Hayley: OK. Can I see your title if that's fine with you?
(After glancing at me, he slowly reached under the covers and pulled out his "title belt.")
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