Oh Glory

A dark and stormy night. Isn't that how these ominous things begin? It's no different on this occasion. Rain drop's landed windows of a dimly lit therapist office as Paul London sat across from Elite's own doctor: Stevie Richards. London idly twirled his black and gray striped tie while folding one leg over the other. The Path To Glory title holder was dressed in pretty snazzy fashion with a button up gray shirt and fancy black dress slacks. He wore a small grin as Richards stared silently at him from across the room and the comfort of his leather chair.

| Paul London | I mean, MVP? Is that supposed to be a challenge? How does he have a job here anyhow? Is he on the bear skin rug with Ebersol? He is, isn't he? I knew it!

| Dr. Stevie | Mm. I suppose you shouldn't have much difficulty with him.

The silence continued. Paul threw his arms behind his head but the grin on his face never once faded.

| Paul London | But really, Doc. C'mon. I've got to prepare for this ruffian eventually. I don't know if hanging out in this stuffy office all day is going to help.

| Dr. Stevie | Oh it's going to help. And you will have plenty of time to prepare for Mr. Porter, I assure you. I want to get a little deeper into the..somewhat disturbing behavior you've been exhibiting lately.

| Paul London | ME?

Paul's jaw hung open in shock as he pulled a face gag, completely hamming it up at this point. His movements were almost cartoonish as he motioned to himself.

| Paul London | I'm afraid I have no idea what you mean, good sir!

| Dr. Stevie | I'm pretty sure you do. That attack on DiBiase at Summer Slam..

| Paul London | Such nasty business. Very unfortunate.

| Dr. Stevie | You completely shattered his leg. He may never return. And that isn't what concerns me. I don't mind that you hurt him. But I noticed that you seemed like an entirely different person while you were doing it. And then again almost immediately afterwards..

| Paul London | Heat of the moment, old chap! I just couldn't help myself!

London simply shrugged his shoulders. As if this was an acceptable response for the brutality he had displayed that night.

| Dr. Stevie | I wouldn't mind engaging in some hypno therapy if you would be so inclined..

| Paul London | Engage? Doc, let me tell you, I don't think Daffney would be too happy about that one!

Paul began to snicker and he yanked up on his tie as if he were hanging himself, tongue poking out and generally looking very ridiculous. The doctor remained completely stone faced and unmoving, however.

| Dr. Stevie | Yes. Very comical.

| Paul London | Tough crowd. But if you want to try this whole hypno deal, go right for it, Doc!

| Dr. Stevie | Thank you for your cooperation.

Fittingly a large bolt of lighting could be seen striking through the windows, causing the room to flash momentarily. There was a brief fade to black before the scene resumed. London was setting up perfectly straight while Dr. Stevie slowly returned to his chair.

| Dr. Stevie | You are now in a very deep, meditated state. Can you hear me?

| Paul London | Mm.

| Dr. Stevie | I believe a traumatic event occurred in your past. Something that caused you to repress. You placed up a wall around yourself. You only allowed yourself to be..comical. Never serious. You hid every other aspect of your personality it seemed. But it's caused a very negative effect. Your dark side is beginning to trickle out of you. Am I correct?

London's face seemed to show some signs of strain as his neck slowly tilted to the left.

| Paul London | Yes.

| Dr. Stevie | This side you've been showing is..reckless. We're having to cover up your extra curricular activities outside of the ring. The women and even the men that you've been torturing. It's distracting to our goals. Do you understand?

| Paul London | I understand.

Paul climbed to his feet and clicked a bowl of fruit that had been resting on the table that separated him from Dr. Stevie across the room.

| Paul London | I understand that everyone used to think that I was a joke. That I was "funny". But I now I want everyone to be afraid of me. I just have to take over. I have to give them reasons to be afraid of me. Like Ted DiBiase. Like MVP.

After grabbing a lamp, it was quickly thrown through one of the windows nearby. Glass shattered and some of the heavy rain had begun to enter the room as a result.

| Paul London | Like you.

Dr. Stevie had already gotten to his feet and began to back peddle as London lunged for him and snatched his stablemate by the throat. Richards gagged a bit before snapping a finger in front of London's face. His face strained again but he released the hold and backed away a step or two. He looked about the room and saw some of the destruction he had caused while Richards rubbed away at this throat.

| Paul London | Gee, did I do this?

| Dr. Stevie | I believe that's all the time we have for this session, Paul..

| Paul London | Oh. Great! I'm off then! See you at show, Doc!

London casually strolled out of the office as Stevie stared off at what was beginning to become a growing problem..

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Crying. Uncontrollable weeping. Garish make up being smeared. This was coming from Tiffany backstage in a locker room. She remained on her knee's, bottom lip quivering away.

| Paul London | Brian isn't dead, you know. He's probably just off plotting.

London informed the oddly dressed valet. He stood a corner of the room, shirtless and in his ring gear, with a fresh joint resting between his fingers. He took a slow drag before exhaling the smoke into the air.

| Tiffany | I'm not crying about that! I'm crying because he took all of the drugs with him!

Yes, there were some serious problems amongst this circle of Elite. Kendrick and Tiffany always seemed to be hopped up on something and without him around she was having withdraws. London stepped over, patted her head, and placed the joint in her palm.

| Paul London | There, there, little Amy Winehouse.

Tiffany took a few quick puffs but soon hung her head, messy blond hair covering her face.

| Tiffany | It's not strong enough.

Before London could speak any further, Dave Prazak found himself forcefully shoved into the room by Tyler Reks. He straightened his suit and glared back at the dark, dreadlocked figure behind him.

| Dave Prazak | Is that really necessary? You could just tell me he wants an interview.

Reks just growled deeply in response and Prazak inched away from him.

| Paul London | Ah! Dave! There you are! Just in time!

Prazak glanced down to Tiffany who was practically groveling on the floor at this point.

| Dave Prazak | Uh. What's with her?

| Paul London | She's sad! Sad that a champion like me has to waste his time on a chump like MVP!

Paul took his PTG Title, threw it over his shoulder and flashed a cheesy grin directly to the camera.

| Dave Prazak | Oh. MVP? That's who you've got?

| Paul London | You come to well prepared.

| Dave Prazak | MVP. Let's see. New guy. Hasn't done a whole lot yet. Probably hungry and looking to make a name for himself. Looking for a title shot I'm assuming.

| Paul London | You forgot a few other ways to describe him. Loser. Boring. Uncreative. Like, what was with that midget Ikeda at the pay per view? Never seen THAT one before. And didn't he get beat up in that same segment? Can't say I'm really sweating this guy very much. But I do have a question for MVP. A really important one.

| Dave Prazak | Such as?

| Paul London | What is he afraid of? What keeps him up at night? I know he was in prison for a few years so maybe it's that. Maybe he's claustrophobic. Maybe being in a small, closed in dark space makes him really nervous. Maybe it makes him cry.

| Dave Prazak | Uh, maybe you could ask him in the ring.

| Paul London | Right. Maybe I could whisper the question in his ear after I end his career. Just like I ended Ted DiBiase's career.

Paul's brooding, depraved expression disappeared and was replaced by another confident and silly grin.

| Paul London | But that was an accident! Just caught in the moment! I hope my match with MVP is a close one and I hope that fans like it! ..But you believe me, don't you? About it being an accident. Because it was.

London grabbed Prazak by his suit jacket and the interviewer nodded in a nervous response. London released him, smoothed out the black attire and went off on his way to further prepare. But he could still be heard muttering to himself.

| Paul London | ..Just..an..accident..