whats with all the stereotypes?

[Possum Person GFX]

The scene begins in a tan room. Tan walls, tan carpet, hell, even the armchair and therapy sofa were tan, which was actually somewhat unusual. It made a great room for someone who didn’t know what to feel like that is probably why the room was used for therapy. There was a man on the sofa, arms crossed over a white T-shirt, which fell to the mans waist and then ends with white slacks. The clothes were awkward, not because they held absolutely no color and it looked like he might be getting ready to blind traffic, but because there wasn’t a single crease out of place, the outfit was perfect, no stains, and no wrinkles. From the neck of the T down to the white socks and white loafers, Strangest of all was the man in the clothes; it was none other than Bryan Variety. In the chair across from Bryan was another man. Glasses perched on the mans nose tilted slightly giving him that wise look. He had no hair and his skin very closely matched the rest of the room, His clothes weren’t much different than Bryans other than the shirt was a button down and it was draped in a bright white blazer. A nametag on the blazer, also white, had the “doctors” name engraved in black letters. It read “Dr. Calm” how fitting. Bryan begins to fidget, and Calm simply makes eye contact and Variety lays still.

~Dr. Calm~

So you say you needed help. What kind of help do you think you need?

Bryan looks to Calm and he does seem a little afraid, or perhaps disturbed. Bryan begins to speak, then stops. He takes a minute looking into the ceiling, and then looks back at the doctor.

~Bryan Variety~

Well doc… I have this thing coming up soon and… well I’m a little torn…

Calm takes notes on a small white pad with a white pen, most likely the ink is black. Calm nods his head, confirming he was listening.

~Dr. Calm~

What is this thing, the thing that is coming up soon?

~Bryan Variety~

It all started with a tournament you see… a wrestling tournament and… well, in the first round, I am facing… I’m facing a woman. I just don’t know what to do… I tried not saying anything about the match, to cut down on stereotypes, but I think that only made things worse…

Calm seems interested and he nods once again continuing to take notes on his pad.

~Dr. Calm~

Hmm… it sounds to me as if this… tournament is very important to both you and this woman.

Bryan leans toward the doctor, and a look of determination mixed with excitement is plastered across his face. His eyes wild.

~Bryan Variety~

Yes, it's my life!

~Dr. Calm~

Hmm… and you say that by saying nothing, this is making this woman angry with you, is that correct?

Bryan falls back into the sofa, laying flat, he seems once again calm, and he looks over to the doctor and nods solemnly. Calm nods in return and writes something down, he then looks back at Variety and lowers his glasses farther on his nose.

~Dr. Calm~

Have you tried actually stating how you feel, regardless of the stereotypes?

~Bryan Variety~

Well, no… but, I don’t think that will help any…

Calm looks over at Bryan and that’s all it takes to make Bryan pause mid sentence

~Dr. Calm~

…And do you think that bitching about stereotypes and how they affect others is going to help you win the match against this woman?

~Bryan Variety~

Well, no… No… No, I suppose it won’t!

Bryan jumps up off the sofa and smiles

~Bryan Variety~

I am going to go out there and fight a woman… and I don’t give a damn what any one thinks about it!

Calm stands up as well in the adrenalin of the moment and throws his arm up, releasing his notebook, letting it fall to the floor.

~Dr. Calm~

Damn Straight!

~Bryan Variety~

…And I am going to kick her little ass, and I don’t care what anybody says about that either!

~Dr. Calm~

Yeah!

~Bryan Variety~

Then I am going to knock her down and stop her until she bleeds!

~Dr. Calm~

Well that seems a little excesiv…

~Bryan Variety~

Then I’m going to shove my foot so far up her ass she will be able to lick her own blood off my shiny leather boot!

The Dr has already sat back down and is now shaking his head in disappointment in his self, and for disgracing his name sake, by creating the opposite of a calm invironment for Variety. Bryan looks down at the doctor and quickly grabs his hand, they shake violently.

~Bryan Variety~

Thank you so much Dr. Calm, now I know why they sent me to you.

Bryan runs out of the room shouting different things he is going to be doing to Rachel in the ring, there are several screams, then from the door, we see Bryan running the opposite direction down the hall, quickly followed by several big men in police uniforms. Calm once again shakes his head and then the scene fades to black.