Post by CBT on Jun 18, 2007 18:26:23 GMT -5
Cognitive Behavioral Therapy
I love these type of situations, ones that can be nothing but beneficial to me. The type that say, 'hey you are the best, and your gonna fuckin' prove that one more time'
See what very few people know outside the lies Obo continues to hold onto is that, me and him really haven't had that one good match, where we stand opposite, and one man walks out the victor.
Ever since the first encounter when Obo's contingent Los Hobos when me and my main source of hatred, Drakz, did battle. I've heard nothing but lies. Half-hearted truths that say I'm 0 for 5 against the current Heavyweight Champion. But they couldn't be further from the truth. From this point on I distance myself from them. I give Obo all of me, for him to try and be the better man, he thinks he really truly is.
I think these last few weeks since I faced Wayne have been a down hill battle for me. The man that's my confidant left without so much as a message of hope. Since than I've done battles outside of the ring, that surpassed anything I've seen inside one. It's not even funny how five minutes after I confirmed my return, I considered my departure. But like always I won't let the most minor sh*t consume.
However I have decided to take the advice of a friend, and seek help. See somebody who can help me release my inner plumbing of sort. My discomfort, but more importantly what makes me tick.
To those that know me, you probably wonder if I'm serious, but I promise you alot is to be gained with this. All I can say is stay tuned
Ryan Riddell: As we find ourselves still in Syracuse, NY on a sunny Sunday evening; Father's Day. It's hardly a time to celebrate as WFWF Superstar and Co-Owner of the WFWF Enterprise has forewarned us that he wanted us to be here for this moment of clarity.
Unfortunately there is a doctor-patient agreement where certain information can't be disclosed, but with CBT's permission we have set him up with a wire, so we don't miss a beat. With that said, Dr Carl C. Spencer has entered his office where CBT awaits. We will now leave you with that.
Spencer: How are you today, Mr Walker, I am Dr Carl C Spencer and your lady friend Mia Porter suggested to me that I bring you in for a quick sixty minute session to see what's on your mind. I heard that you two went out to dinner this past Friday, and you popped some pills, and a few moments later you were on the floor. So she had no choice but to call 911.
CBT: Yes.
Spencer: Is there any particular reason why you tried to kill yourself?
CBT: Who said I tried to kill myself...
Spencer: Mark, on paper they say you told them you were trying to commit suicide, all I wanna know is why?
CBT: Like I told them, I was only kidding. I have no reason to kill myself, I just had some Hydro, some Xanax and Norvasac laying around my ma's crib and I thought better her than me.
Spencer: Better that you die?
CBT: No, better that I take it. The medicine YOU PRESCRIBED puts her in a lose-lose situation. When she does take it, she is in her own world and people take advantage, when she doesn't she has flashbacks...
Spencer: Well even though you're her son, I can't disclose that type of information. Just for my own assurance, you had no intentions to harm yourself?
CBT: Nope
Spencer: So what's bothering you?
CBT: Obo.... I mean Phillip Schneider.
Spencer: Alright, and who is he to you.
CBT: My worst enemy, my employee, a man who has tried to kill me on at least five occasions, and could very well mame me in a few days.
Spencer: WHAT?!? Why don't you fire him, or get a restraining order. Have you had the police involved?
CBT: Doc, I'm a professional wrestler, I book him. The only dispute is a moral one. We've wrestled on multiple occasions, and every time he's had the opportunity to be the victor in it he continues to throw up how he has my number.
Now if you wanna talk about something you can work with, how about this Doctor Baldwin fella? I hear Phil goes to him because it makes him look like a better parent. I guess that helps when you do everything in the book to your daughter.
Spencer: What do you mean by that?
CBT: Let's just say Phil puts on quite an act, being the good dad and all.
Nobody denies he can be a changed person outside the ring, but I'm also not seeing that. I mean, I could give you a rundown of reasons Samantha shouldn't be in her father's custody.
Spencer: Like? You gotta be more specific Mark, right now you're making me feel like you have something to tell me yet you're holding back.
CBT: No sir, I'm just making sure you're listening and got your finger on the button. See where do I begin with Samantha. She's been yelled at, so fuckin' what. But I honestly think coming home high on meth or coke at 4 in the morning is alittle much, don't you think doc?
Spencer: Yes, but how old is his daughter, I'm sure she knows very well what her father is doing is not good for him.
CBT: She's five doc, she doesn't even know how to tell time, let alone tell if his pupils are dilated. But that's not even the tip of the iceberg. I think he's put his hands on her.
Spencer: Well if he's using drugs, that can affect his choice of discipline...
CBT: So your telling me it's alright to hop into bed with a five year old or show her what her mommy didn't do for daddy, and that's why mommy is bad and no good?
Spencer: .....
CBT: But doc, see this is good stuff. This right here is proof that I don't have anything wrong with me. That while Obo is a sick fuck who gets off on prepubescent girls who just so happen to be his daughter. I have nothing wrong with me.
Spencer: True, but these claims should really be followed up on. Like with CPS.
CBT: Well, your free to use my side of it, so long as you respect my privacy as well.
Spencer: Alright, so what are we gonna do with the the next 45 minutes of our session?
CBT: Ever hear of Michael Kyzer? Obo was alot worse back when Mr Kyzer was running the WFWF....
As the signal goes out the clock slowly turns until it hits 3:55 and the door opens wide. The Doctor and CBT shake hands, and CBT makes his way to the desk. Before leaving the office. He takes a seat on a bench just outside.
CBT: So Obo, just so we're clear. This shit has long been personal, and I don't really care what happens to that daughter you turn out on your days off. I hope she gets Reye's Syndrome. I hope one day she comes to you saying, 'daddy I got the chicken pecks' and you give her an aspirin and say 'here baby it'll be all better'
I know for five minutes you'll feel like father of the year, but as time passes her body with deteriorate, her organs will shut down. Her liver will begin to turn black and her brain will rot just like yours did from all those drugs you were the guinea pig lined up to take from Kyzer.
From there she will either be dead or about as smart as her daddy.
It really doesn't matter to me, because your kind is not welcome with me.
I'm not even against the drugs you take, but the problem is you try to hard to be this or that. I mean Drakz laughed at you, and Kyzer looked down on you. Did they ever praise you? I bet they didn't.
So while you continue to count how many times you beat me in bullshit matches, that didn't really matter, sorta like this one. Why don't you try to make something of yourself, and stop talking shit. Bring the fight to me. Maybe one day you'll have the sack to put the title belt on the line. As if that piece of shit had any value in winning it.
I love these type of situations, ones that can be nothing but beneficial to me. The type that say, 'hey you are the best, and your gonna fuckin' prove that one more time'
See what very few people know outside the lies Obo continues to hold onto is that, me and him really haven't had that one good match, where we stand opposite, and one man walks out the victor.
Ever since the first encounter when Obo's contingent Los Hobos when me and my main source of hatred, Drakz, did battle. I've heard nothing but lies. Half-hearted truths that say I'm 0 for 5 against the current Heavyweight Champion. But they couldn't be further from the truth. From this point on I distance myself from them. I give Obo all of me, for him to try and be the better man, he thinks he really truly is.
I think these last few weeks since I faced Wayne have been a down hill battle for me. The man that's my confidant left without so much as a message of hope. Since than I've done battles outside of the ring, that surpassed anything I've seen inside one. It's not even funny how five minutes after I confirmed my return, I considered my departure. But like always I won't let the most minor sh*t consume.
However I have decided to take the advice of a friend, and seek help. See somebody who can help me release my inner plumbing of sort. My discomfort, but more importantly what makes me tick.
To those that know me, you probably wonder if I'm serious, but I promise you alot is to be gained with this. All I can say is stay tuned
Ryan Riddell: As we find ourselves still in Syracuse, NY on a sunny Sunday evening; Father's Day. It's hardly a time to celebrate as WFWF Superstar and Co-Owner of the WFWF Enterprise has forewarned us that he wanted us to be here for this moment of clarity.
Unfortunately there is a doctor-patient agreement where certain information can't be disclosed, but with CBT's permission we have set him up with a wire, so we don't miss a beat. With that said, Dr Carl C. Spencer has entered his office where CBT awaits. We will now leave you with that.
Spencer: How are you today, Mr Walker, I am Dr Carl C Spencer and your lady friend Mia Porter suggested to me that I bring you in for a quick sixty minute session to see what's on your mind. I heard that you two went out to dinner this past Friday, and you popped some pills, and a few moments later you were on the floor. So she had no choice but to call 911.
CBT: Yes.
Spencer: Is there any particular reason why you tried to kill yourself?
CBT: Who said I tried to kill myself...
Spencer: Mark, on paper they say you told them you were trying to commit suicide, all I wanna know is why?
CBT: Like I told them, I was only kidding. I have no reason to kill myself, I just had some Hydro, some Xanax and Norvasac laying around my ma's crib and I thought better her than me.
Spencer: Better that you die?
CBT: No, better that I take it. The medicine YOU PRESCRIBED puts her in a lose-lose situation. When she does take it, she is in her own world and people take advantage, when she doesn't she has flashbacks...
Spencer: Well even though you're her son, I can't disclose that type of information. Just for my own assurance, you had no intentions to harm yourself?
CBT: Nope
Spencer: So what's bothering you?
CBT: Obo.... I mean Phillip Schneider.
Spencer: Alright, and who is he to you.
CBT: My worst enemy, my employee, a man who has tried to kill me on at least five occasions, and could very well mame me in a few days.
Spencer: WHAT?!? Why don't you fire him, or get a restraining order. Have you had the police involved?
CBT: Doc, I'm a professional wrestler, I book him. The only dispute is a moral one. We've wrestled on multiple occasions, and every time he's had the opportunity to be the victor in it he continues to throw up how he has my number.
Now if you wanna talk about something you can work with, how about this Doctor Baldwin fella? I hear Phil goes to him because it makes him look like a better parent. I guess that helps when you do everything in the book to your daughter.
Spencer: What do you mean by that?
CBT: Let's just say Phil puts on quite an act, being the good dad and all.
Nobody denies he can be a changed person outside the ring, but I'm also not seeing that. I mean, I could give you a rundown of reasons Samantha shouldn't be in her father's custody.
Spencer: Like? You gotta be more specific Mark, right now you're making me feel like you have something to tell me yet you're holding back.
CBT: No sir, I'm just making sure you're listening and got your finger on the button. See where do I begin with Samantha. She's been yelled at, so fuckin' what. But I honestly think coming home high on meth or coke at 4 in the morning is alittle much, don't you think doc?
Spencer: Yes, but how old is his daughter, I'm sure she knows very well what her father is doing is not good for him.
CBT: She's five doc, she doesn't even know how to tell time, let alone tell if his pupils are dilated. But that's not even the tip of the iceberg. I think he's put his hands on her.
Spencer: Well if he's using drugs, that can affect his choice of discipline...
CBT: So your telling me it's alright to hop into bed with a five year old or show her what her mommy didn't do for daddy, and that's why mommy is bad and no good?
Spencer: .....
CBT: But doc, see this is good stuff. This right here is proof that I don't have anything wrong with me. That while Obo is a sick fuck who gets off on prepubescent girls who just so happen to be his daughter. I have nothing wrong with me.
Spencer: True, but these claims should really be followed up on. Like with CPS.
CBT: Well, your free to use my side of it, so long as you respect my privacy as well.
Spencer: Alright, so what are we gonna do with the the next 45 minutes of our session?
CBT: Ever hear of Michael Kyzer? Obo was alot worse back when Mr Kyzer was running the WFWF....
As the signal goes out the clock slowly turns until it hits 3:55 and the door opens wide. The Doctor and CBT shake hands, and CBT makes his way to the desk. Before leaving the office. He takes a seat on a bench just outside.
CBT: So Obo, just so we're clear. This shit has long been personal, and I don't really care what happens to that daughter you turn out on your days off. I hope she gets Reye's Syndrome. I hope one day she comes to you saying, 'daddy I got the chicken pecks' and you give her an aspirin and say 'here baby it'll be all better'
I know for five minutes you'll feel like father of the year, but as time passes her body with deteriorate, her organs will shut down. Her liver will begin to turn black and her brain will rot just like yours did from all those drugs you were the guinea pig lined up to take from Kyzer.
From there she will either be dead or about as smart as her daddy.
It really doesn't matter to me, because your kind is not welcome with me.
I'm not even against the drugs you take, but the problem is you try to hard to be this or that. I mean Drakz laughed at you, and Kyzer looked down on you. Did they ever praise you? I bet they didn't.
So while you continue to count how many times you beat me in bullshit matches, that didn't really matter, sorta like this one. Why don't you try to make something of yourself, and stop talking shit. Bring the fight to me. Maybe one day you'll have the sack to put the title belt on the line. As if that piece of shit had any value in winning it.
