Scene One
This was the one hour of the week Xavier dreaded the most of all including the times he had to set foot in an ESW arena. At least there, violence solved everything and you did not have to talk nicely to some cunt of a psychotherapist. These session made him feel less then a man, a mental midget who had to have his hand held throughout the day. He had to at least try to sound as if her were improving, at least Melissa would be pleased with his "progress" after reading the copy of the notes this bitch gave her after each time.
Those huge horn-rimmed glasses magnifying her eyes, her face reminded him with that of a fly, praying mantis ready to lop off his head just for having something she most likely had not seen in twenty years, a cock. Eyebrow turned upward, appraising his mood and demeanor, "Xavier," she said, "You're a very angry person. I want you to say the words, 'I'm angry.'" That voice, that annoying fucking voice just irritated the piss out of him. Why did Melissa have to choose such an uptight bitch like this? Hell, he'd even settle for a balding, Jewish guy in his fifties with a hazy sounding voice.
"I'm not angry," said Xavier, "Annoyed, yes, but not angry." Her head titled to the right, eyebrow cocked as a hammer on a pistol, "Annoyance leads to anger, Xavier. You would be best to avoid such feelings. Tell me what annoys you." Oh this was going to be good, she had finally opened herself up to receive what he thought, "You want me to be honest here? You, that's what annoys me. That screeching ass voice going on and on nonstop, yipping in my ear like one of those fluffy foo-foo dogs just bugging the fuck out of me. And what the fuck is with the coke bottles for glasses? Plan on checking out Mars any time soon?"
She had not even batted an eye in response to the criticism he had directed towards her. They had obviously been things she had heard before and decided not to pay any mind or actually preferred to have her twat shrivel up and turn into a nesting ground for bats. What this bitch needed was a good dicking, but Xavier was going to be damned if it would be him doing the deed. As much as talking to her pissed him off and getting her to shut up with the annoying bullshit for an hour a week would be a relief, the fear of his dick catching the wrinkle bug and shriveling up before falling off talked some sense into him. Maybe he could talk Melissa to loosen her up a little, God knows she could probably lick her cross eyed, but he was not going to deal with tasting dust balls every time they kissed for the month or so it took for her immune system to kick in and eject the invasion of dust mites.
"That's good," she said, "I would rather you directed your anger towards me rather then turn it in to yourself." "Whatever you say," he responded, almost laughing at her, "But I wouldn't be caught dead being like you. You're definitely a cat lady. You got what, fifteen or some shit? God damn, must have scooping cat shit listed as a hobby on that dating site you stare at all night expecting someone to write you. Probably got Snuffles the cat listed as beneficiary to some life insurance policy. I'd be careful if I were you, might want to check the bathroom floor every time you go in there in case the little bastard crapped on the floor in a scheme to off you and collect, living the high life in Bermuda with a job as a beer spokes-animal and getting paid to meow, 'It's Miller Time, bitch!'"
"All this critique on me, but none towards yourself. Why is that?," she asked with a smirk on her face, obviously proud of her idea of a witty comeback. "Because," Xavier laughed, "I'm not as fucking pathetic as you. Yeah I got burned all to shit and have to where gloves on both hands because I don't want people to think I'm a child molesting fuck like Michael Jackson with just the glove on my fucked up hand, but at least I haven't crawled into a turtle shell like you did after Johnny stood you up for the prom for your first date. Can't say I would blame the kid, if it was anything like high schools now, the steel cage for braces you most definitely had back then would have lit the metal detector up like a damn Christmas tree. Time to get back on the fucking horse already. Shit, I woke up to find out Riley left me but didn't let that stop what was going on between me and Melissa now did I? So what the fuck is your problem? People were tempted to break out the marshmallows when I got burned, while you just cried to mom and ate a shit load of Haagen-Dazs. Thank God you went the carrot route after that, which explains the horse face, or I'd begin to wonder just how strong is the kryptonite holding that chair together. God knows you'd be needing the space of the sofa and I'd be the one in that little ass chair then."
"I think you just made a breakthrough there," she said with a point of her finger (Xavier definitely would not have sexual relations with that woman!), "You said her name, 'Riley.'" He scoffed, the mere mention of the word in his ears inspired a feeling of needing to vomit, "I also don't have a problem saying the word 'transsexual,' but you don't see me being all eager about going drag and taping my dick between my legs do you? Just because it's physically possibly for my vocal cords to vibrate, which I should remind you to stock up on D's cause God knows you just go to sleep with that thing shoved up there, and hit the right frequency and pitch to say a combination of syllables to form a word doesn't mean I like thinking about the meaning. Want to know what I really think of her? Because I know that's what you're getting at here. Fuck that cunt and dogsled she road in on. Bitch left me when I was in a fucking coma because she couldn't cope with the shit. As if I was having a grand old time in fucking La-La Land with Sleepy, Dopey, Horny and the rest of those seven midgets with hunchbacks. Frost. What the fuck kind of name was that anyway? I swear to God, her dad must have had a side job as a snowman and used it as a stage name."
"So you have no regrets at all when thinking about your time together," she asked. "Yeah," responded Xavier, "I regret marrying the bitch. It cost me a fucking fortune to put it all together to give her the wedding of her dreams and for what? Jack shit. Only meaningful thing was that Melissa looked almost like she was getting married in that bridesmaid dress. That one picture was the only thing I save from that wedding album before I trashed it, give me some kind of inspiration for the future." She looked down, scribbling a note across the yellow notepad on her lap, no doubt a remark on his hopeful thoughts for the future, "I don't think I have to tell you how difficult that will be to make happen, I mean she is your sister." Xavier palms faced upward as he spread out his arms, as if in invitation to criticize him for the relationship between him and his sister, "And that has to do with what? Yeah, she's my sister and we can't change that. People are assholes and react with fear and hate what they don't understand. I'm someone that believes everyone alive has someone that is a perfect match for them, call me a corny sap, but soul mates. How's it our fault someone fucked up the line up there and made us brother and sister? The only reason you're pretty much fucked is yours is probably just as much a closet case as you and too busy whacking off to foot porn for anything else."
"I have to admit," she said, a smile breaking that icy exterior she wore, about fucking time, before resuming its former self, "You two seemed very much in love when I did my initial consultation and decided I would take you on. She only said she was worried about you but did not go into too much detail. Have you told her about your suicidal thoughts?" Where the fuck did that come from? She went from him being angry to that and he had never said anything about it. Xavier shook his head, shifting uncomfortably in the chair, "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about." Her head titled forward in his direction, looking at him above the glasses, her voice as calm and steady in its annoyingness as it had ever been, "Yes, you do know what the fuck I am talking about. I prescribed that Prozac to you for a reason. You are a desperate man, Xavier. You will not let Melissa see how angry you are, turning it upon yourself, hating yourself, despising yourself. You need help and you are lucky you have someone like her that loves you enough to make sure you get it."
Xavier leaned forward, his hands together at his knees making a steeple and pointing downward. He looked away and down, biting down on his lip thinking to himself before shaking his head still not looking at her, "Suicide. No, I couldn't do that to her. As much as she's put up with me and my shit, she deserves better then to come home to find me with a bullet in my head. As much as I really want to off myself, just thinking of what it would do to her just turns me off it completely. She's the only thing in that's right in my life right now. I guess, in the end, she's saved me. But you're wrong on one thing, my anger isn't being directed at myself anymore. No, others more deserving." "The people that hurt you, responsible for the fire," she said very matter-of-factly, as if it was an obvious answer.
Xavier shook his head, that solution would be no where near enough to satisfy him, "Not just them, but anyone that didn't do a damned thing to stop it. They're just as guilty. One way or another, they're going to pay for what they did to me, every man and woman, every single one of them." "Violence is not the answer, but understanding," she warned him. Xavier merely waved his hands ignoring her advice offhandedly, "How very Zen of you. Fuck understanding. I did everything for those people, kissed every ass possible. In my blind stupidity, I decide I want to marry Riley and they do that shit to me? That lesbian fucking coke whore Shane, Victor with his fucking Mr. Burns complex, every little suck up kiss ass he has around him, everyone that didn't give a shit what happened to me and didn't fight him, they're all the fucking same. Fucking animals, and they'll be treated like animals."
Scene Two
Xavier stood staring at his own reflection the mirror, his upper body left bare. His fingers touched the right side of his chest, finding some of the scare tissue that covered most of his right side. It felt soft, not like normal skin, but like that of an infants. It felt bare and thin actually, a mask of fragility. He hated how he looked like this, deformed, weak. As the saying goes, however, never judge a book by its cover.
Melissa's hand glided across his lower back and she stepped from behind him, slapping his hand away from fingering at his damaged flesh, "God, don't play with it." Ashamed for being chastised because of something so simple, "Sorry, Mel. Just as many times as I see it, I can't get over it. I look like some freak now because of them." Melissa rolled her eyes at him. She knew he had taken his medication for this type of thing before, even watching him as he did it, yet there were rough patches of time when even that did not work and she would have to step in and remind him of what was important to her.
She reached up with her left hand, running her fingers through the surgically replaced hair in his scalp, "How many times do I have to tell you, I don't care about any of that, just this," she said making it a point to softly tap his head with her fingertip. "And well, this is just a bonus prize I guess," she added as she reached down with her other hand into his wrestling tights.
She smiled and giggled slightly as she held him, feeling him grow hard at her touch, "Well it looks like someone's not in such a mopey mood as it looks." "Think he likes you," Xavier said with a slight smirk, "And can't say I blame him. I don't know about either of you, but I'm up for a little pre-match exercise." Melissa removed her hand from his tights but the damage had already been done and he was ready to go. "You're bad," she whispered, "Tell you what, promise to bring me back some gold tonight, and I can give you a little sneak preview of what you can expect afterwards."
"Consider it done," he told her, "New Breed title, a small little stepping stone to getting back what is mine. In the meantime, I'm going to have to rename it to the Inbreeding title. These bitches don't stand a chance now." Melissa laughed as Xavier held her close and pushed her against the wall, kissing as she lifted herself up and wrapping her legs around his waist.