Fifth Year Act 1 Chapter 11- The Plague Inside Me(fixed titl

                                        --Fifth Year-- 
                                          -Act One-
                                          Chapter 11
                                     The Plague Inside Me


-February 1st 2012-
-12:01 EST-
-University Medical Center-
New York, NY-
-Executive board meeting in the conference room of the Center-

[The scene opens up in a conference room where a large table is placed with suited men and women surrounding it. 
At the front of this room Doctor Crowder stands next to a LCD 40 inch TV. In his right hand is the remote to the TV, in his left hand is a point stick. The TV is playing Tommy Liptons fatal four way match that took place on the most recent Fury.]

Doc: And let's pause it here. You see his face, Sucio is applying pressure and my patient is just taking it and laughing! If we fast forward, hold on... 

[Doctor Crowder lowers the 'pointy' and fast forwards the footage. He then hits the pause button again. He again raises the 'pointy' (point stick) and he slaps the TV.]

Doc: Look here gentlemen, Tommy Lipton is talking to himself and slapping himself. 

[The good Doctor Steve Crowder hits the play button so the footage may be seen by his colleagues as well as the head master of the Medical Center. An older man, the head of the Medical Center in a nice threaded suit rises to his feet.]

Head honcho: Doctor, what is your point? We agreed when you got the results back from the patients Brain probe you could bring him back here. I am aware you expect the results in a matter of days?

Doc: John, the results are back, I got them this morning.

John: So, let's bring him back for some more tests, I'm taking it from your stand here that you feel he needs to return.

Doc: John, not just he needs to come back, but I want him under close supervision, and he needs to remain here. 
If you catch his recent displays on TV, his 'promos' as they call them.

Woman: I think because that is what they are.

[The woman smiles smugly and sits down.]

Doc: Listen, my patient is suffering with a clear split personality disorder and he is dangerous to others, he's delusional, John I think it is best we bring him in right away.

[Another man in a suit stands up to object.]

Man: Listen Steve, I know you two have become buddy's during his stay here, and by all means I am not arguing you professional diagnoses, but, Tommy Lipton's boss, James Ranger is not about to drop Tommy Lipton, a man who is main eventing this weekends Pay Per View against the two newer stars in the Fed, Blaine and Max. James is not just going to give Tommy up and say, OK, take him and I don't mind my main event ruined...

[The table of people looks at the man who just spoke his opinion.]

Man: What? I follow WWX so what. 

John: Doctor Tully, a few of us follow the sport, and Steve, Dan is right, James Ranger made it clear from the start he is not just going to let Tommy have time off. Tommy Lipton is under a contract.

Doc: Listen, I know Mr. Ranger is not going to okay this. BUT, we do have more power than the WWX. If voted here and now to have Tommy return and taken out of active duty in INTEREST of Tommy Lipton's mental health, James Ranger will be unable to go against us, nor will Pendragon the current acting CEO for that matter.

[A woman speaks up.]

Woman: Sure, but it will take at least a week or more, James Ranger will have a second opinion and well you know how it goes.

Doc: Susan, then we just grab Tommy.

John: Grab him?

Doc: Yes, we will ask Tommy to come in, if he refuses, we will involve Law Enforcement.

Dan Tully: Well, that may work. Mr. Ranger is away right now, and the winner of Tommy Lipton's match will be named Intern GM. 

Doc: So while James Ranger is away, this will make are job easy, and John, there is NO way we can let my patient be in any place of power. 
John, it's simple, he's a danger to others AND himself. We can not let him perform in this match. ... It's in my patient's best interest to bring him in as soon as possible. 

Dan: You know I do have to say he probably won't just come in.

Doc: Well he trusts me so I really don't foresee a problem.

John: You say this match he has coming up is huge, I think he may not just give it up.

Dan: No way he will! Tommy Lipton is not the kind of person who just walks away from a match that offers so much reward. Have you been watching his promos? He won't give this weekend's match up. 
And if I can speak frankly... 

John: Go ahead Dan.

Dan: When Tommy Lipton woke up, just over a month ago, remember what he believed Steve? John? He thought this was a conspiracy by Black Mamba. He thought it was a trick to keep him out of the ring.

Doc: Yea, I remember, thank god those days are past us, so what is your point Dan?

Dan: He thought he was being purposely kept away from the ring, NOW you want to actually take him out of action. It's sort of funny.

Doc: I don't find any of this funny.

Dan: You know what I mean, and you know what, this idea, grabbing him and forcing him not to compete in a match he's been fighting over a month to get too is nothing but an awful idea. He will believe that in fact his memory loss, maybe even this disorder is a conspiracy after all. You obviously know he isn't thinking right.

Doc: And Dan, that is WHY I want him brought in, because he isn't right!

[The good Doctor raises his voice to let his point be once again proven. The good Doctor then looks at John.]

Dan: I say we let him compete and then we bring him in, at least then if he wins he has a title shot to look forward too when he's better again. 

Doc: Oh, that is great, but what if some thing goes wrong? What if he goes nuts and maybe kills some one?! John, my patient, Tommy Lipton attacked guards, this facility's employees when we first confronted him with the truth... When he snaps he has no concern for others well beings. And if he wins, then he is General Manager, in charge of a multi-million dollar show!

John: Okay, okay. Bring him in... Dan?

Dan: Okay... But I still think we could have waited. But, I trust Doctor Crowder's professional opinion.  It is in fact his Patient.

John: Any Objections?

 
 
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-February 2nd 2012-
-22:00 HRS-
-Doctor Crowder's Office- 

[The good doctor sets the scene with an impatient tapping of his pinky on his desk top. 
You can see his many certificates, diplomas and degrees mounted on the wall.
When his phone rang he immediately picked it up, like a hunter pouncing on its prey.]

Doc: Hello?! Sergeant, thanks for calling me back. ... I need him brought in Sergeant, I just talked to him and he's not safe. 

...
...
Okay, contact them and I will meet you there.

[The Doctor hangs up the phone.]

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-February 3rd 2012-

: This is dispatch, you're free to proceed. :

*I love my Diablo, its great! It looks good, it sounds good, and it's great for out running authorities. Thankfully I'm over the Border. My thoughts are that Customs wouldn't go so well. So flying around the corner sirens and lights following me thanks to my worse half getting me into trouble!*

TL: Thanks! Thanks a whole lot!

*I hear the voices of the pursuing Police.*

V/O: Tommy Lipton, this is the Louisiana State Police! 

TL: You're lucky it's Super Bowl Weekend, the Police are busy!
Just two cruisers it looks like! 

*I check the rear view mirror to double check. Two Cruisers are on my tail pointing for me to pull over, 
Yea, Right!*

TL: I don't need this, not this week! I already have Blaine Evans and Max Siegel. 
These two are coming hard, on my tail just like these two cruisers. 
They want to catch me, these Officers I mean, but so do Blaine and Max.
They hope that this Weekend's main event will favor them. They are hoping to catch me and put me off my game. I get that, I am probably the biggest threat of this match but a favorite?

*I look in the mirror at the two cop cars chasing me down.*

TL: I don't feel like any ones favorite. I let the Doc down, I let this thing get the better of me. 
Now approaching the Finales of this Tournament, this thing who said would help me, has me in one hellav a jam!

"Shut up you whiny B***H!"

*Grabbing my head thanks to the newest migraine that came on, it wasn't the best idea as I swerve a bit and get bumped by one of the two cars.*

TL: Gawd Dam@! This guys right on my A$$!
I'm sure Max will be on my a$$ this weekend, he seems to be a DGS Worshipper! 
Hyping Dave up so much with such crap backing it! I don't recall DGS but after hearing his name brought up so much, I had to check this guy out. Your facts are way off! 
I beat him 4 of 4 times in one year! It was something like that! 
Never the less, as much as this fan child of David GS' wants to believe, I am anything but a stepping stone. 

*The second cruiser swipes my car, and I expect him to pay for the damage! Just as I will make Blaine pay for trying to take what I worked hard for; it was a long road, and the road ends this weekend, and then the highway for the IWA Title begins! 
This road is not long though! A sign marking dead end passes and I pull a U-Turn causing to Cruisers to speed right by and slamming on the break as my U-Turn drifts nicely and I speed off as I check my rear view watching them actually bump into each other. They once again engage me.*

TL: Come On! 
Come on baby do me right!!

*Yes I talked to my car, but when two tough Officers who just won't quit are after you, you will do about anything to make sure you win.
It also brings Max Siegel and Blaine Evans to mind. These two got to the finales, I'm not however impressed all that much by how they got here. I on the other hand faced off against a tough WMD with some guy Loco watching his back. I won though, thats what matters. I then faced Krimzon and Stout in an impossible handi-cap match! In case Max or Blaine missed that, I won. Even some Lance guy came out to aid them but come on I faced the IWA champion in a handi cap match and STILL here I stand!
Then last week, a fatal four way against two giants, and the Abstract Wrestler, Sucio, a man who has earned my respect, and if I didn't already have it, I now do have his respect too. 
So here I am, in the danger zone, with an earned right to be in the finals with two State Troopers on my a$$ and two still despite what I just said, still tough opponents. 
What a week!*

"It's Doctor Crowder to blame for all of this, he wants us committed, and he wants to ruin us in our moment of Triumph!"

TL: It was all you, all me what EVER! This migraine is killing me! Just-

"A man needs to stand up! That's why we are here!"

*Again I was lost in the darkness that is this evil thing that has come up and clutched control of me. 
The speeders didn't have a chance, this thing is not rational, it strikes, and when it does it strikes hard with no regret! 
The Diablo slows down shooting back in between the two Cruisers! This thing drives into one Cruiser that is sent off the road and swerves trying to break but ends up flipping and breaking into pieces.*

"Let's call that one Max!"

*Then again the Diablo driven by, this plague that lives within me smashes into the other Cruiser causing it to go off the road and into some steel fencing. Breaking to a halt the chase is done, I got through, and I remain on my path to get something great; the win of the James Ranger Invitational and the IWA Championship belt.*

"And that one I'll call Blaine!"