The scene opens up in an empty therapist’s office. There’s a chair in the middle of the room with a couch perpendicular to it. Bookshelves are to the side. The door opens as the therapist walks. He walks to his desk and puts his wallet on it. The camera pans in and sees the therapist’s name is Dr. Mike Rotch, or so says his golden nameplate. A secretary comes in. Secretary: You’re 11 o’clock is here.
Dr. Rotch: Thank you. Send them in.
The secretary leaves and then escorts Lyricz into the office. Lyricz shakes hands with the therapist and then plops down on the couch.
Dr. Rotch: What seems to be the problem champ?
Lyricz: I don’t know, Doc. I did a promo earlier today, and when I walked back to the locker room, nervousness engulfed me. I don’t know if I can beat Horgh.
Dr. Rotch: Mmhmm. Have you been training for this guy Horgh?
Lyricz: Well no.
Dr. Rotch: Why not?
Lyricz: Because I thought the match would be a walk through. I’d grapple with him for 5 minutes, hit the Final Blow, and it would be over.
Dr. Rotch: I suppose you thought wrong. I don’t think you’re nervous about the match itself, maybe nervous about losing your title.
Lyricz: I’m always nervous about losing my TNT TV Title. I’ve earned this, and for the last 5 months, defending it whenever I had to, and was successful every damn time!
Dr. Rotch: Do you think, if you lose the TV Title, that you can advance to the next level and compete for higher ranked championships?
Lyricz: I’ve already competed for the Eurasian and United States Championships, in Triple Threat Matches, and lost both.
Dr. Rotch: Do you think you’re ready to advance in TNT.
Lyricz: I’d like to think I was, but I don’t know if I can. There’s much better talent in TNT, then what I have.
Dr. Rotch: If that was true, you wouldn’t be in TNT 5 months later.
Lyricz: You’re right, doc.
Dr. Rotch: Would you like to talk about anything else?
Lyricz: Not that I can think of. Did you have something that you wanted to speak of.
Dr. Rotch: Maybe you’d like to speak on Horgh more.
Lyricz: Horgh, the mission is real simple. Pin me. Take my title. Make sure my shoulders are pinned to the mat for the 1-2-3. Take my belt Horgh. There’s no one in Horgh’s way, except for myself and maybe Horgh himself. The mission is simple. But unlike the movie, Mission Impossible.
Dr. Rotch: You seem very angry. Well, your time is almost up.
Lyricz: Thanks, Dr. Rotch. I’ll see you next week.
Dr. Rotch: You’re welcome and bye.
Lyricz stands up with his belt, shakes hands with Doc. Mike. The scene fades.