"Just when I'd stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there
Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear
I thought that you'd want what I want
Sorry, my dear
But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Quick, send in the clowns"
Seated in the dank, darkness of the seemingly empty room, the SCW's resident Clown Prince of Psychosis, the enigmatic and dangerous Anthrax, sat cross-legged with the circus spotlight shining down on him from above. The overhead light shone brightly, down upon the enigma that had already endeared himself to the masses of Sin City Wrestling as a certifiable threat -- literally. If not inside of the ring, then certainly on the outside as the sister of SCW's favorite ginger, Samantha Marlowe, Cyn Marlowe -- as well as Samantha's boyfriend Monte discovered, much to both of their chagrin and Samantha's own horror.
Not a sound was made, save for Anthrax's ragged breathing, his nerves and excitement all too much for him for what the weekend would be bringing closer at hand. His long, scraggly blonde hair hung low, hiding his features as he held a photograph in one hand, and a pair of scissors in the other.
You mean someone actually handed this nut job a sharp instrument of any kind!? Hunh! Someone must not be paying very close attention to what's been happening over the course of the past several weeks. Ah well...
His head tilted first this way, and then that, as he used the scissors to cut around on the photo ever-so carefully. He did not want to make a single error in this, his new favorite hobby and obsession. It would cause too dire of consequences were he to make even a single error in sleight of hand.
And just outside of this room? The good Doctor Kraven Moorehead sat back at his desk having a conference call with one Doctor Samuel Valentine, the only colleague of his that did not insult his credentials nor his methods. Oh certainly, he perhaps questioned him a time or two, but always accepted whatever explanations or reasoning Doctor Kraven Moorehead had for him.
Doctor Samuel Valentine: "The World Champion? Really?"
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Indeed. Even I have to admit that I was quite surprised when I was given notice he would be competing against Calvin Harris in California. I imagine his win against Joshua Acquin gave my dear boy a little bit of a career boost."
Doctor Samuel Valentine: "But ... not for the championship?"
Doctor Kraven Moorehead sighed.
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "No, definitely not. As much as the match against Calvin Harris was a surprise, were it for the actual championship, I am not entirely certain how even I would have responded. But, he will get to that point. All in due time."
Doctor Samuel Valentine: "Especially if he manages to get the win over this Calvin Harris."
Doctor Kraven Moorehead nodded.
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Indeed. A victory over the champion would ensure Anthrax becomes the number one challenger. Then if he were able to defeat Mister Harris once, he could and would certainly be able to do so a second time."
Doctor Samuel Valentine: "I imagine that's a certain reason for why Anthrax has been in such an excitable state that you described."
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Actually, if I am not mistaken, the match with Calvin Harris ranks about third in Anthrax's priorities for Sunday."
Doctor Samuel Valentine frowned.
Doctor Samuel Valentine: "Third? A match against the top guy isn't first in his head? What could possibly be more important?"
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Oh I think the fact that Ms. Samantha Marlowe will likely be in attendance has him even more excited than the match. And the fact that her sister and boyfriend will be there too is just the proverbial icing on the cake."
Doctor Samuel Valentine: "The sister and boyfriend? The same two that he attacked?"
Doctor Kraven Moorehead nodded, his brow creased into a judgmental frown.
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "The same. I admit I myself am intrigued as to why they were nudged into attending by Mister Underwood, but I'm certain all will be explained."
Doctor Samuel Valentine: "And your other two ... patients?"
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "Just in the outer office, watching the fish in the new aquarium I had installed..."
Suddenly, there was a loud crash and the sound of splashing water from off camera -- followed by the wicked cackles and screeches of both Twisted Sister as well as Iron Maiden! While Doctor Samuel Valentine frowned, having overheard, the good Doctor Kraven Moorehead ran his hand down his face.
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "I was afraid that was going to happen. I am going to have to get going Doctor Valentine. Round up my clients and take them out to dinner. Right after I clean up that mess..."
Doctor Samuel Valentine snorted through his nose.
Doctor Samuel Valentine: "I think you'd be safer staying in and ordering pizza!"
Doctor Kraven Moorehead gave his colleague a tired smile and reached up to close the laptop atop his desk. He forced himself to his feet, his knees and legs protesting. His age slowly coming to the forefront of his livelihood he imagined. He started to head to the outer office to see what the two "ladies" had wreaked, but paused and turned around...
Again in the darkness, Anthrax was now on his feet and a roll of scotch tape between his teeth as he fixed something against the wall. He took a step back to admire it when the door to the room opened and more light flooded in.
Doctor Kraven Moorehead: "My boy? I think it's time we gathered the ladies and ventured out for a meal. What do you say?"
Anthrax turned around, his wide, brown eyes showing excitement, and his face not bearing a single amount of his garish clown makeup. Not a bad looking lad at all, when you get right down to it, but the madness seen in his eyes and showcased in that smile sent chills down the spine. He giggled wordlessly and hurried past Doctor Kraven Moorehead and out of the room. The doctor almost closed the door but paused and took one last look into the room, then shut the door behind him.
A room filled with hundreds of pictures of Samantha Marlowe of all shapes and sizes cut out from magazines and promotional materials and taped or glued to the walls.
Doctor Kraven Moorehead's Expert Diagnosis: "Ahh! Calvin Harris, the World Heavyweight Champion of Sin City Wrestling! The man who has proven himself against the very likes of Dmitri and the King Modern Day Crusader. The very best, I must admit, that the SCW has to offer. And then, you are placed inside of the ring with Anthrax. Whatever did you do to deserve such a twist of fate?"
"Life indeed does have a way of turning karma against us for our own foul deeds, and a match, even non-title such as it is, is most likely your punishment for some foul sin. I have sat back for many weeks and watched as you have dominated the competition, fighting with swift and violent means in order to maintain your status quo. To remain perched at the top of the proverbial ladder, the King of the Mountain, you will do whatever you must. Be it by legal means or breaking of the rules, I'm certain that you don't care in the slightest."
"The trouble with that is ... this time neither does your opponent. Your championship is not on the line, and even if it were, I am pretty positive that it would matter little to Anthrax. Chaos is in his blood, in his nature, and inflicting damage to some poor soul is all that he cares about. Your gold belt? To him it would be a ,means to an end, an excuse to inflict further damage. Something shiny to appreciate and O dare suggest, present to Miss Sam Marlowe as a token of his affection? Of course, it would behoove you, Mister Harris, to remember what happened to the very last man Anthrax used to show Miss Marlowe his heartfelt affection? As I understand it, they are still trying to scrub the blood stains from the floor and walls."
"It's time to send in the clown."
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