The day had started out like any other for Heather with a dreaded meet and greet with the company's head shrink. After several complaints, and seemingly creating a hostile working environment from her loud outbursts, to full blown temper tantrums, and unprovoked 'shovings'-- it was only inevitable that the outspoken ex- porn star would find herself subjected to a mandatory therapy for her mismanaged anger issues.
The very thought of attending an anger management session sounded comical, but nonetheless It was quite clear that Heather was not exactly thrilled about being psychoanalyzed let alone be told how to act and behave appropriately around people that she had deep hatred for. Still, she didn’t have much of a choice in the matter as she trotted her way into the waiting room of the therapist’s office after doing her favorite form of cardio, which was shopping. As such, there were a few large shopping bags dangling from her fingers as she made her way inside and confidently strolled up to the front desk where she saw a very young, attractive woman in her early 20 something sitting behind the desk.
~Receptionist~ “Good Morning. Can I help you?”
~Heather Haze~ “Yes, my name is Heather Haze...and I have an appointment to see a Doctor Alan Fisher.”
The receptionist quickly scanned over her clipboard of a list of names, before she checks off Heather's and politely nods her head .
~Receptionist~ “Great...You're right on time. I'll let Doctor Fisher know you’ve arrived.”
~Heather Haze~ “......Awesome!” (Heather said with a grin, but with a visible snarkiness in her voice. ) "...and , while you're at it, would you be a dear and fetch me a French vanilla mocha latte preferably with almond milk. I'm so parched from all the shopping I did earlier.”
~Receptionist~ “Um...there's a coffee pot right behind you.”
The receptionist pointed as Heather followed her gaze over to a dirty looking little coffee pot sitting on a small end table next to a pile of magazines. Heather turned back to the receptionist with her brows a bit furrowed.
~Heather Haze~ “I’m sorry, but you honestly don't expect me to drink that shit."
“There's a Dunkin Donuts right across the street, ma'am.”
Heather makes a face, looking insulted.
“Eww why would I be caught dead in a place like Dunkin Donuts? That's so gross and disgusting."
~Dr. Alan Fischer~ “ Ms. Haze! Please, come on in..”
Heather gaze quickly shifted over to a tall, skinny built man with a goatee and thick horn-rimmed glasses as he stood at the far end of the room with a tranquil, but reassuring smile.
Heather glared coldly at the receptionist before shooting a fake smile at Doctor Fischer as he gestured her to step into his office. She then made her way into his office with her many shopping bags in tow. It was a struggle, but she managed to fit them all onto a loveseat in front of the therapist’s chair, before pulling down the hem of her short black mini skirt, and gracefully settling down on the couch next to it while crossing one leg over the other.
~Dr. Alan Fischer~ “Thanks for coming in this morning, Miss Haze. Well...I’m sure you know why you’re here?”
Heather rolled her eyes away and sighed.
~Heather Haze~ “Cuz I suspect a certain sniveling weasel *cough*Daniel*cough* Clark*cough* snitched on me to HR? Like, seriously all I did was chuck a damn carrot at him for asking me all these stupid questions and being a total creep."
~Dr. Alan Fischer~ “That and a couple of weeks ago you were found to be very disruptive, confrontational, and very loud in front of Laura's office where you made a big scene. Was that really necessary?"
(shrug) "I was just venting out my grievances for the way I've been ignored by management along with the nonsensical bookings. No one was harmed in the process if that's where you're getting at. Well, except for maybe Shawn Young that night."
~Dr. Alan Fischer~
"Yes, well, there are more productive and civil ways in getting your message across, Miss Haze. And I trust you’re willing to comply with today's session without any hostility?”
~Heather Haze~ (sigh) "Like I have any choice? Oh And by the way you did one helluva job on Lexy with her whole therapy thingy that she's willing to cohort with the enemy who got her institutionalized in the first place. Kudos on that."
~Dr. Alan Fischer~
“...I believe she's in a much better place now than she was when she let go of all that anger she had bottled up inside her.
“...Sure. If you say so."
~Dr. Alan Fischer~ “...Wonderful! Then I don't think you'd object in taking the next step to your own self improvement."
“I plead the 5th."
The therapist looked at Heather sternly.
~Dr. Alan Fischer~
“Heather, please be considerate and mindful of our time. Help me get to know you and understand where you're coming from. Help me...help you.”
“Fiiiiine. What do you want me to talk about?"
~Dr. Alan Fischer~
“You can talk about anything that is on your mind. I'm here to listen..”
~Heather Haze~ “WELL, if you really wanna know, this all started for me about three months ago…”
Heather was careful about revealing too much. So, she decided that her best route would be to go into this thing with a fully realized strategy. About an hour later, Heather had gone through a litany of bizarre topics, rattling one right after the other without giving the therapist much time to speak. She figured, the less time she gave him to ask questions, the better. If she could run out the clock on the session, then she would be home free.
~Heather Haze~ “So you see, After months of not being able to “find” my orgasm, I finally decided it was time to sought out some serious professional help. So I hired out a male escort from this app service I came across from Googleplay, which turned out to be a total bust, and not in a good way. I then thought the next best thing to do would be to consult my doctor. The doctor examined me, inside and out, and was unable to find anything medically wrong with me. There was no physical reason why I was unable to achieve orgasm. So, I figured that my problem must have been purely psychological. I came to the conclusion that I had an unhealthy relationship with sex. Can you imagine?! Me! Of all people."
Heather shook her head and snickered as the therapist sat there, listening in awkward silence.
~Heather Haze~ "Well anyway...I feel that because of my unhealthy relationship with sex, my vagina has disconnected itself from the rest of my body and was no longer able to be stimulated solely by sexual intercourse. I believe that all those years of me using my body for sex, my vagina simply lost all emotional attachment to the act of sex and basically went AWOL. To put it in simple terms, Alan: my pussy is in a deep coma."
~Dr. Alan Fischer~ “......yeahhhh….that's all very um revealing, Ms. Haze..but...I don’t think you quite understand the point of this session.”
~Heather Haze~ “Um, yes I very well do! This whole time I've been under-performing because of my dead vag.”
~Dr. Alan Fischer~ “No...no, I don’t think you do….You just spent the entire thirty five minutes sharing about your um 'intimate things '... The point of this session is to understand your issues you have with people and keeping your anger in check.”
Heather made a face as she flicked a dismissive hand.
~Heather Haze~ “That’s so silly..I'm not the one with the problem. It's THEM! They are the ones that come up with ways to push my buttons and channel my inner rage. I am generally a peaceful person; I view myself as a pacifist. It's only when my back is against the wall is where the claws come out."
~Dr. Alan Fischer~ “Interesting way to put it... I know that tag match last week that Alexis and Audrey Russow had didn't sit well with you."
Heather crinkles up her nose and frowns.
“Which was a HUGE mistake from the get-go. It was a complete, utter train wreck. What I wanna know is which dumbass at the office signed off on that??"
~Dr. Alan Fischer~
"Would you like to talk about it some more?”
~Heather Haze~ “What's there to talk about? Lexy and I make an excellent tag team and a fantastic one at that; Last year round' this time we were the reigning queens of tag team wrestling. We have such beautiful, such great chemistry together inside and outside the ring. But management doesn't see it that way and wants to try and break us apart. Since Lexy's return, NOT once have we teamed up let alone gotten our rematch for the tag team titles that we are owed! How's it that even fair?”
~Dr. Alan Fischer~ “I can see you are deeply troubled by all this.”
~Heather Haze~ “I am to the point that I am very angry and confused. And then Audrey Russow wanna stick her nose in, offering up Lexy her fake ass sympathies after what she and her hubby did to derail her. Maybe Lexy has a heart to let things side and probably even turn a blind eye...but I DON'T forgive or forget so easily! I can see right through all the BS! It's like I am in a constant never ending war with the Russows. And it will NEVER stop with them!"
~Dr. Alan Fischer~ “…Why do you have so much pent up aggression towards the Russows?”
~Heather Haze~ “Why not?! They've been a bother to all of my 99 problems. Let's not forget how Levi humiliated me and stripped me off my Collateral Damage belt last year. Or How about Daniel and Audrey persuaded management into forcing Lexy and me to compete unfairly inside of a steel cage where they practically made it a two on one handicapped situation and stole our belts like the cowards that they are. And now they want to steal Lexy away from me too? My bestie? My own tag team partner?? Not on my watch!!"
Heather's begins to shake, getting all worked up.
"Well, I'm not gonna go down without a fight. I'm gonna fight right back and hit them back twice as hard! Just ask Allanah, or just ask Jack Russow what it felt like takin' their knees out."
~Dr. Alan Fischer~
“Is that what you are going to Daniel Russow as well? Take his knee out?”
“If it comes down to it...then YES! I'm sure somewhere In that sick twisted depraved mind of his he has the same idea of gunning for my knee as well. To try and take me out of the game. But I'm not gonna let that happen. It's gonna be survival of the fittest when I strike first and strike hard.. No mercy!
~Dr. Alan Fischer~ “I, see....well, honestly Heather…it's quite clear to me that you hold a lot of personal grudges. It's as if you have trouble of letting things go, particularly when it comes to materialistic items and--”
~Heather Haze~ “Stop! (Heather protested, raising a hand up to cut him off). Before you say anything further…I just want you to know that, I know what a man like you really wants and desires."
~Dr. Alan Fischer~
Of course! You don’t care about any of this psycho babble nonsense..so why don’t we just cut to the chase, Alan?”
The therapist looked at her curiously with a raised eyebrow.
~Dr. Alan Fischer~ “What did you have in mind?”
Heather looked from side to side, checking to make sure that nobody could hear them inside of a room with a door that was clearly closed. She lowered her voice then, looking back at Doctor. Fischer.
~Heather Haze~ “Well...How about we skip all this ordeal and in exchange I'll give you subscription to my OnlyFans account for a full whole year...free of charge.”
Heather licked her lips seductively causing Doctor Fischer to flinch and quickly shoot up on his feet.
~Dr. Alan Fischer~ “No, No that really won’t be necessary, Ms. Haze! However I am GOING to say is...strictly off the record, there isn’t anything I can do to stop you from doing what you want in that ring. (Checking his watch) Oh and it appears that our session has ended….”
~Heather Haze~ “Really?! So I guess I'm free to go then, yeah?”
Heather said, quickly standing up and smoothing her skirt. She then began to gather up her shopping bags from the couch before turning around and heading to the door.
~Dr. Alan Fischer~ “Ms. Haze...I do want to add….I think you’re a very troubled young woman, and could definitely benefit from a few more sessions."
~Heather Haze~ “Awww...You’re the best, Alan! Exactly how young do I look to you? Like...if you had to guess a number what would it be? 24? 25?? 27???”
~Dr. Alan Fischer~ “.....Have a lovely day, Ms. Haze.”
" Byeeee Alan."
Heather waves at him and heads out of the room with her shopping bags dangling in her fingers as the scene fades out to Dr. Fischer shaking his head in dismay.
Post by Daniel Russow on Nov 14, 2021 23:30:14 GMT -5
Shots by Daniel Russow
(The camera turns on with a jarring motion, as it turns, and we see Daniel Russow standing in front of it. He’s backstage, in a secluded area, by himself. He has a scowl on his face, as he looks at the camera, the hatred seeping from him. He shoots daggers through the camera with his eyes, as he starts to speak.)
Daniel Russow: TAhe past few weeks have been hell...my little girl…
(The anger in Dan’s eyes suddenly turns into almost...pain.)
Daniel Russow: My baby girl...is sick, and the only way she’s going to get better is to have a kidney transplant. We’ve kept it quiet, but it’s time everyone knows. So, if Audrey and I have seemed distant, if we’ve seemed distracted, if we haven’t seemed like ourselves, THAT is what we’ve been dealing with. Now, after what seems like an eternity of going through all this, I finally get to come back and do what I love, and get back into a wrestling ring. And oh, what a surprise, when I find out that the person I’m going to be facing is the one person who’s been trying to make MY wife’s life a living hell the past few weeks. You see, my wife is a good person. She sees he best in people, and she is all about giving people another chance. She is the epitome of a kind hearted soul, and that is one of the many reasons I love her.
(The snarl returns to Dan’s face, as the hatred comes back into his eyes. His head cocks to the side.)
Daniel Russow: But that’s where her and I are very different. You see, while I do believe in second chances...I’m not a good person. It’s not my job to see what’s best in people. My job is to protect my family against those who would do us wrong. It’s my job to do what’s best whatever the hell I can to make sure that my baby girl sees the best life possible. It’s my job to make sure that my wife is happy...and you, Heather Haze, are a blatant obstacle in all that. For MONTHS, we’ve been at it. It’s no secret, you and I? We hate each other. There’s nothing that will change that. But lately, you’ve done an increasingly more impressive job to get even further underneath my skin. Audrey and Alexis go way back, I will admit. They used to be the closest of friends, hell, even closer than you and Alexis are now. So, after all the shit was said and done, Audrey has decided she wants to work on trying to get that back, and now that Alexis is in a place where it seems like it’s possible for that to happen, here you go trying to thwart it at every opportunity.
(Dan stands up with the camera.)
Daniel Russow: Why did you feel the need to get in the ring after that match? Why did you feel the need to push...my wife...out of the way, so YOU could celebrate with Alexis...I think I get it. I think I know why. Everything has to be about you, and for once it’s not...and it’s eating you alive. For months, it was abou you and Alexis, whatever the two of you could do to make life hell for the rest of us. You took advantage of Alexis’s mental state, and used it for your own purposes, and now that she’s actually taking the steps to get better, you want to get jealous over that? You are absolutely the worst type of person. Ya know what, fine. You want this to be all about you, I’ll make THIS all about you. It’ll be all about you, and me kicking your fucking head in. After this, if Aelxis and Audrey decide they want to be friends, they won’t get any shit from you. While I’m not the biggest fan of it, I understand how much it means to my wife, and I’ll support what makes her happy. It’s time you stop being a the selfish little bitch I know you are, but it’s time you get some class and act like a decent human being, and support your friend when she needs it, instead of trying to keep her in a place where she can be manipulated to do your bidding along with you. Get ready to go to war, Haze. And this is one war….
(Dan pulls the camera close. Speaking the last words with purpose.)