+I Have Returned+

[Prozac]

April 9th, 2008
Wednesday: 8.05pm

Scene opens in the average biker bar. Bland to most people, but perfect for bikers. The rough stench of beer and smoke fill the interior of the decent size bar and the foul odor of body sweat was enough to make someone puke. The room was also filled with noise, loud chatter that you can barely hear yourself think over, and the heavy beat of drums blare through the speakers of the cheap surround sound system, we don’t know the song; it was some biker song that only bikers listen too.

+Jackson Stone+
"Dude...seriously if you win this match against C.C. ...I'll put ya in the main event for Domination...Man I'm so pcyced…it's gonna be awesome...that's why I think we should go celebrate you returning”

Jackson Stone’s words would come aptly from the restraints of his mouth, his eyes only to brighten delicately as he puts a friendly arm around Prozac and chuckles, he's always liked the guy…perfect looks, perfect moves...he was just perfect and it's the only reason Jackson had tagged along with Rage so long just to get near his idol.

+Prozac+
“Yeah dude and thank you for getting me a spot on that talk show tomorrow morning, I really have some words for C.C. and I want it to be as public as possible so people know Prozac is back!”

Prozac would say coolly, his lips finely cradling his smile At that second they both get bottles of beer from the over weight mid thirties bar tender. They both smile and tap the bottle together before opening them.

+Jackson Stone+
“Hell yeah!”

Jackson’s voice was tainted with a slight gruff of humor and both his and Prozac’s voices was loud enough to be heard over the other voices in the room as Prozac smoothly turned back towards Jackson and narrowing his eyes in a confused manner.

+Prozac+
“But I still don’t get why you brought me to a gay bar.”

Just then in perfect sync and as if on cue the music and the talking comes to an abrupt halt as Prozac was still talking loud when he said that.

+Jackson Stone+
“I didn’t know this was a gay bar.”

Jackson would say unaware while cocking his head an inch to the left as he hunched over, his arms folded as they are placed on the wooden bar top.

+Prozac+
“These men are defiantly Village People wannabes, and if you haven’t noticed they have been staring at me for awhile like they want me.”

Jackson looked around and saw all eyes were on them. Each and every pair burned with rage and an eerie silence filled the air much like the calm before the storm. Jackson looks back at Prozac and speaks through his teeth.

+Jackson Stone+
"Rob...why do they look like they snarling?”

Prozac now looks around, scanning the darkened eyes of the men he just unknowingly insulted.

+Prozac+
“I don’t know, I think you said something to upset them.”

+Jackson Stone+
"Me?”

Jackson would pry, not knowing what he did. All he knew whatever happened happened and the results were moving in like predators after pray.

+Prozac+
“Yeah you…now I think they are going to rape us.”

+Jackson Stone+
"Rape us?”

Jackson’s words were stricken with panic, and his expression told the same story as he stared at Prozac for answers.

+Jackson Stone+
"What are we gonna do?”

+Prozac+
“We need a distraction, you have to do something to throw them off guard so we can get away.”

+Jackson Stone+
"What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the Hula?”

Just then the lights went off briefly and when they came back on Jackson had a white flower hanging from his ear, and pink leigh around his neck, and a green straw Hawaiian style skirt on his waist.

+Jackson Stone+
"Luau!”

Jackson shouted as a drum beat started p0layign from god knows where.

+Jackson Stone+
"If you're hungry for hunk with fat and juicy meat,
Then my buddy Prozac is just your special treat!
Just a dollars fine, he likes the taste of wine,
All you gotta do is get in line.”

While singing he was also pulling off dance moves that only expert belly dancers would be able to perform.

+Jackson Stone+
"Are you acing?”

+Prozac+
“Yup; Yup; Yup!?

+Jackson Stone+
"For a spanking?”

+Prozac+
“Yup; Yup; Yup!?

+Jackson Stone+
"He's a big boy, He can be your big boy too! Oy!”

Jackson does a thrust with his hip on the last note. At this moment they notice the bikers are even more angry but have stopped advancing forward as they are in awe of what just took place. Without hesitation Prozac and Jackson threw their arms up in the air and took off running out the building screaming like a couple of banshees.

~~~~~

April 10th, 2008
Thursday: 11.32am

The scene is an interview being cut and it is already started. Peaceful smile on his lips, Prozac sat comfortably in a black leather director’s chair; his left foot was resting on his right knee. A bottle of Fruit Punch flavored Gatorade was in his hands. He was dressed in his usual attire today, which is to say that he was wearing a pair of nice fitting blue jeans and a white Meds t-shirt. His face was freshly and cleanly shaven and a pair of black-rimmed sunglasses was perched on his head, resting atop his hair. The interviewer, the well known Vanessa Dane, her blond hair is down and pushed to the back revealing her beautiful features.

+Vanessa Dane+
"First off, I’d like to welcome Robert, better known as Prozac. Now Prozac how would you like to be called, Prozac, Rob, Robert"

+Prozac+
"Mr. Smith. You can call me Mr. Smith."

+Vanessa Dane+
"Sure. So, Mr. Smith… you’ve got a big match coming up against C.C Magnum. How do you feel about your chances at walking away the winner?"

With a casual chuckle, Prozac attempted to take a chug of his sport drink, but the bottle slipped out of his grip and crashed to the floor, rolling past Dane and coming to rest beside the cameraman.

+Prozac+
"Shit! Vanessa, can we start over, man?"

Prozac got up, sporting a sheepish expression and retrieved the bottle. With shaking hands, he opened it up and took a swallow before returning to his seat and his original position. Dane chuckled and nodded to the cameraman to begin rolling again. Dane smiled again and asked the first question again.

+Vanessa Dane+
"So, Mr. Smith… you’ve got a big match coming up against C.C Magnum. How do you feel about your chances at walking away the winner?"

+Prozac+
" Well, Vanessa… I have to say, I feel pretty confident. Eyes on the prize, mind on the goal, you know what I mean? I know I have what it takes to go out there and- good God… what the hell is that?"

Prozac pointed to a random stage person which happened to be a obese women in an extremely tight tank top that came up an inch above her belly button letting the stretch marks be shown to full view, and a pair or boy shorts that really show how big her trunk is.

+Vanessa Dane+
"That’s Jill the sound person…"

+Prozac+
"Oh…Well anyway, yeah…confidence is what will get me through this."

Vanessa raised her perfectly plucked eyebrows a little distracted by Prozac’s out burst. She then nods and continues doing her job like a good reporter would.

+Vanessa Dane+
“Now Mr. Smith you took some time off recently, there is some concern that there was personal problems, now…I don’t mean to bring up such a hard topic, but with your wife Anna losing the baby it is just more piling up on your plate, do you think you are returning to soon and are you sure you are ready to come back, and be back at the level you want to be.”

Prozac took a long deep breath for this one, putting his gaze toward the floor for a moment. When he was ready he returned his attention to Vanessa. A smile would creep silently onto his lips, so cruelly, it’d rape his body from any other feelings which dwelled within his astounding figure, his eyes; warm and welcoming as he parted his lips again to speak.

+Prozac+
"Well I am the Extreme champion, I knew I would have to return soon or otherwise I would be stripped of the title and this is my job and I made a promise to my fans and one I will not break, they are not going to see this title leave my waist unless I get beat for it plain and simple. Now as for the personal problems it was mainly exhaustion, I was tired simple as that. I have been drained for awhile now, but I still kept pushing and that probably wasn’t the best move, but hey I love what Ai do and I didn’t want to stop even for a little while. But Health became a risk and I had to. I got my rest though and I feel great…but then yes, Anna had the accident and I am upset more then I show, I cried over it, it still hurts ya know? But I cant just sit around all day and think about it, its depressing and if you forgot who I am, I am Prozac, I am Mr. Happy so we couldn’t have me sitting at home feeling sorry now could we. Wrestling is my life and I know coming back is just what I need right now, I will feel better once I am in that ring, I feel better already knowing I have a match coming up. Somewhere along the way people forgot what I’m all about and I think it’s time to remind them."

His words came from the heart and he spoke with pure passion, they were inspiring you knew he was telling the truth.

+Vanessa Dane+
“Indeed, and your returning is against C.C. Magnum, a newer face in American Wrestling Society, but is quickly making an name for himself, his cocky attitude hasn’t made him a lot of friends and with his recent activities it doesn’t look like you two will be friendly either.

+Prozac+
"Well this business isn’t all about making friends, even though I like to, that’s just the cold truth. And C.C has to understand it’s not personal and its not that I don’t like him, it’s because…well…no, no it is because I don’t like him. The kid has a big mouth, he’s a dick and he likes annoying people, he reminds me way to much of myself, and the world isn’t big enough for two of me so I am going to rid it of one."

+Vanessa Dane+
“I’m sure you have heard what he as to say and I’m sure you have seen his matches, what is your opinion on him thus far?”

+Prozac+
“Yes I have seen and heard a lot of him and more then I wanted to. He has an impressive career so far in AWS and his achievements in his career look admiral with being a tag champion at one point. Now I look at me and I feel like giving a history lesson, I myself have had tag titles and was once classified as the most dominating team in the organization I was in. Multiple tag titles held, I have held the extreme championship every where I have went adding up to fifteen different times, I have held other gold as well including being a former two time World champion. So when this kid says I am a poor wrestler, he obviously doesn’t do his homework which is a mark for a bad wrestler.”

Prozac lets out a slight chuckle as he continues to rant.

+Prozac+
“The kid also likes to spell, when I saw that I knew he wanted to play, so ya know what? We’ll play.”

Prozac’s smile spreads across his face like ivy and it turns from a cheerful one to a more twisted, evil one.

+Prozac+
““C” is for crazy…because this kid has to be out of his mind to want to piss me off. Only a complete loon would want to try and annoy me before stepping in the ring with me.

“C” is also for Crack Monkey. I don’t know maybe its just me, C.C. really reminds me of a kid on crack. Really fucking hyper, can’t stay on topic for his life, I’ve seen his promos and I wanted him dead ever since.

"M" is for menace. He is a pest, a rock in the shoe of American Wrestling society. He just runs around talking about God knows what and he is always in the way. He is like really bad gas pain that wont go away.

“A” if for Anal-retentive spooge sucker. This boy has some serious issues that need to be addressed by higher paid professionals than I. I just give the diagnoses, but as a suggestion......medication and a straight jacket sounds like a good start. The term anal-retentive derives from Freudian Psychology, although in common usage the original meaning has been altered. The term is often used to describe a person deemed to be overly obsessed with minor details And the spooge sucker part is just like those wine nuts, who have to drink it out of a glass that's is only filled the slightest bit. And they have to take these little ships then swirl it around in their mouths to get the full flavor. See that is what C.C does...with spooge. Instead of a wine cellar he has this freezer that contains baggie’s full of...sperm. They are all in order too, of time from when he got them, and alphabetical from who he got them from. Now for the record, this sickens and I don't like thinking about it, but I see him in the locker room eyeing the other guys, thinking to himself how can he get a sample of my seamen. I'll admit, I’m a sexy guy, but C.C is taking it a bit far..."

Prozac raises his head slowly; his eyes are wide open as he looks into the camera. He looks scared, almost as if he realized something so frightening that it could effect his life.

+Prozac+
”I just got a horrid thought. What if C.C is doing this match just for an attempt to jack me off and get my jizz?”

Prozac's whole body shakes at the thought, goose bumps pop up all over his skin, this thought has him shook.

+Prozac+
“Oh god no! Please let that not be the case.”

He shakes his head wildly from side to side, showing that this thought should not be true and will not be true.

+Prozac+”I am not being jacked off by C.C. Magnum, I swear to this! He is not coming within a foot of Mini Me!”

His tone is strong and serious; he really really didn't want to get whacked off by C.C.

+Prozac+”C.C., that sick freak better keep his thoughts on the match and nothing else.”

Prozac shudders and shivers. He finishes shaking before continuing.

+Prozac+
“Anyway “G” is for a Guinea pig fucker. Seriously, when I found out that he's a wanted man for the violation of pet stores and their rodents in fifteen states, I was appalled, simply appalled I tell you. This is not the type of man to be in a wrestling ring or anywhere for that matter. And he is without a doubt a bad choice for a champion, do you really think parents want their kids to look up to him? Hell no! They should look to me.”

"N" is for Nipple pincher. I heard a rumor that C.C. likes to stand in front of the mirror naked and pinch his nipples until he...you know what, I'm not going to go into detail here.”

""U" is for an Ultra arrogant prick. I reallllyyy don’t need to say anything else on this, its self explanatory.”

""M" is for moron. Honestly every time he talks I feel like I am getting dumber. His vocabulary doesn’t have words with over six letters unless he extends it like saying ‘yooooooooo.”

Vanessa uses her delicate finger and gently flicks a strand of her golden locks away from her eye.

+Vanessa Dane+
“Well Mr. Smith you certainly sound like your old self again and I for one am excited and looking forward to your return this Friday…thank you for coming.

+Prozac+
“No, no, thank you.”

+Vanessa Dane+
“Any final words for C.C. Magnum before we leave?

+Prozac+
“C.C, you want to overdose on Prozac, you’ll overdose alight when you take…you…Meds!”

Scene fades to black.