Positive Reinforcement Therapy: Patient Zero: Andrew Stone
Feb 12, 2021 7:19:50 GMT -5
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Post by Debra Monroe on Feb 12, 2021 7:19:50 GMT -5
One soul remains inside the Squires Wrestling School’s Louisiana location. It’s Debra Monroe, the debutant who launched lovably lethal hug attacks last week on Clash. But hey, they asked for it, didn't they? Like, literally, they put in requests for it. Two escaped though: Miss Mae and Andrew Stone. The latter being her upcoming opponent. As she sits in the chair amid the room full of studied footage on big screens, Debra makes a vow that Miss Mae shall not escape her hug a second time. She affirms her pledge with a big swallow of blueberry-blast Mountain Dew from a twenty ounce bottle.
She pauses.
Click.
Deb presses the record button on the old timey pocket size audio recorder she picked up at a yard sale long ago and records the date and time, then iterates her findings thus far.
”Patient Zero: Andrew Stone. Subject is physically superior to most males in his age demographic but his mental fitness is not proportional to those in his age and physical categories. I surmise this is due to lack of stable parental upbringing. Subject hasn’t made his status known during childhood. I propose this is the source of his sophomoric behaviors. Subject hides his insecurities under mountains of illicit drugs and stripper boobs. It will be difficult to peel back his layers, but I can do it. I can help him. I can heal him. I can do it because I can do all things possible through my hugs which strengthen thee. Hugs 3:16. I'll initially prescribe him an honorable defeat to me in the ring to establish myself to him, followed by one hug of his choice per Clash for three weeks. If the subject hasn’t shown improvements by then, I’ll move to stronger hugaputic treatments.”
Click. End recording.
The serial hugger slips the device into her pocket then pulls open a drawer full of candies. She sifts through the varieties and pulls out a Mars chocolate bar. Nibbling on the slab of deliciousness commences.
Sudden pause.
She’s heard a sound behind her.
Uh oh. Our hugbot has detected an intruder.
She peeks her head out from the chair and looks in that direction. It’s the head trainer Ron Ronson behind the promo camera. The light’s green. The cheeky man has been recording the entire time. He’s known for doing things like this to better equip his students for the impromptu media blitz’s they often encounter. He twirls his finger, indicating for her to keep going.
Debra stuffs the remainder of the bar into her cheek like a squirrel would some nuts, then spins herself around in the chair toward the camera. After a few chews, the candy is swallowed. The girl with the biggest smile but the saddest eyes deals a grin and wave to those watching and begins.
”Well ok then! Hug-gun blast. Andrew Stone, honey, what happened last week? You were supposed to show me the mouth hug technique. Did you get cold feet? Did you miss me when I was conducting hugconnaissance operations? You’re not the shy type so I’m assuming there was a good reason for it. Hopefully our match this week will bring forth much fruit in the spirit of competition. The game of human chess. Wrestling!”
She scratches her chin and ponders. This is where she’s supposed to say mean things to hype up the hostilities for their match.
Nope. That won’t do.
The cruelty of her words led to a woman ending her life, and since Andrew has more demons in his closet than Satan does in hell, she isn’t going to add him to the list.
”Andrew, you’re better than what our peers make you out to be. Your win-loss record is undesirable, but the devil’s in the details on your losses. You forced WCF legend Stuart Slane to compromise his entire belief system to put you away. Your resilience destroyed his status as the Last Honest Man in Wrestling. I’d go far as saying it’s a core reason why he’s on hiatus for a few months.”
She salutes him. Not that she dislikes Stuart Slane. She’s actually a “stewie” (fan girl).
”Downfall drained every last drop of himself to put you down, and he could barely muster his body over to pin you. The way you mentally ninja’d his headspace had a lot to do with that too, so I know you’re more than just a threat in the ring. You have a way of getting into people's minds.”
She taps her temple then cruises a shaming finger at Andrew, warding him from doing such with her. She’s a former Marine Corps Drill Instructor. You have to be mentally disciplined to survive that culture. She will be prepared for him bringing up Private Bailey.
”Claire disregarded you and wound up with egg on her face when she and Noris couldn’t put you down. That says a lot considering those two are top tier former champions. You’ve beaten the snot out of the Super Samoan and Bam Beefer. Those are big fellas. You’re not fooling me, Mr. Stone. I know you’re hug-ceptional in that ring. That’s why I’m still here putting in the work after hours.”
She thumb-gestures to the stilled footage of Andrew on the screen behind her. Attempts to bury her Marine Corps life have largely succeeded, but the proclivity to tactfully form battle plans to the minuscule detail still resides in her instinctively.
”I know you’ll bring it, but I’m bringing too, in 5x measure. You’ll see I’m not just an expert in hugonomics, I’m also an expert in slamgramming and punchology. So it is spoken. So it shall come to pass. Quote the Hugven…...Huggermore!”
Ron gives the thumbs up and shuts it off. He’s pleased with her effort and tosses her a box of razzles as a reward, because it’s not just candy it’s gum. She likes gum because gum spelled backward is mug, which rhymes with hug. Duh.