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((I saw your tag match and think this could be fun, but not sure if you want to do a promo or not. I would like some input. I think Brantey Summers, Cartwright, and Figgy would also make this promo fun.. But yeah. Just throwing an idea out there. ))

Before Rebz walked into the into the room, she was told to put her cigarette out, and to hand her pack to them... At first she refused, and asked them to let her at least finish smoking. They said it would cost her a job if she didn't cooperate with them. A rehab is supposed to help people, not threaten them. Rebz stared into the man in the suit's eyes, taking one last puff, blowing the smoke in his face, and using his jacket as an ashtray, before throwing her cigarette on the ground and putting it out. The man in the suit was burned and annoyed with Rebz, but the hot nurse calmed him down by looking into his eyes, he immediately complied.

Rebz walks in looking around, noticing she was either 15 minutes late or the last one to arrive. She takes her seat in one of the corners where nobody is around, comfortable laying back, feet up on the table and watching the TV that's currently showing the news about how a local shootout is putting fear into every family. Rebz knows the idea of gang warfare all too well, the idea of having a gun in your hand, with the trigger at your finger, ready to pull the final blow into somebody else. Rebz couldn't do it, she was still too young to take someone's life away. Now, it'd be too easy to do it with all the anger she can build up. No matter how pissed off she may be, she can still control her actions to not do anything like that... Unlike some guy who ACTUALLY brought a gun to the ring and tried killing himself.

The hot nurse from the other side of the room walks up to Rebz after speaking with Cartwright and Jacob Figgins. Rebz was disgusted at how short her dress was, why would she want a date from someone who has to go to rehab? That's insane! Or maybe she is insane? Regardless, the nurse takes a look at her clipboard and says, "So... Rebecca? Rebz immediately annoyed with the nurse for calling her by her real first name... Why don't you go and talk with your fellow co-workers who are also having problems?" Rebz not even making eye contact with the nurse replies, "Why so? So we can all, get along during our matches? And that we can actually have a little hope for our tag partner? Let me tell you why I'm here... MAAM! Rebz takes her feet off the table, and sits on the edge of her seat, looking deep into the eyes of the nurse... I'm here because I show up to work one day, and I take a look at what I'm doing that night. I see on the card, 'Rebz and Angel... versus... Dienko Haiko and Calypso... Some two douchebags I don't know, and another whore I don't care about... You see... Seeing that card, already pissed me off... So, I decided to drink my anger away... Tell me why, the match was setup as it is... 2 guys against 1 woman and a scrub? Hmm? You think I was willing to carry her through that match? Sorry, I don't got room for backpacks... Even if I showed up to the match, sober, we still wouldn't have won because my partner would have been backpackin'... I don't need to be carryin' scrubs! Angel, is a ******** scrub! Who got lucky winnin' all by herself... And how she won... Was cuz of that other douchbag laid down for her, and she being the whore that she is, took advantage of him and got on top of him... But let's face it... He probably not even the man of a relationship anyway... If management had made that match at least a mixed... I woulda beat the s**t outta that whore... And I wouldn't be here, and we'd all be living our days happily ever after? Right? No, of course not... Got any other questions miss nurse?" The nurse nodded no, took some notes down on her clipboard. Rebz sat back in her seat, kicking her feet back up on the table, and watching the news once more. The nurse walks away with a sway, looking for something else to do.

Brantley walks into the scene carrying a bottle of rum as the nurses leave. He is obviously slightly inebriated but not completely drunk at the moment. Summers then walks behind Figgy and Cartwright and drapes his arms around them. His breath smelling strongly of alcohol, he said...

"Hot pieces of rear end they have here, am I right boys! I can understand why you're here. But hey, wanna find a way out here? I found this map that takes us out of here and to an island filled with treasures that would destroy even the most of sane men."

Brantley pulled the map out and stretched it out on the table. You could plainly see that all the map contained was 'START' written in crayon followed by some black dashes in a squiggly line that lead to a red 'X'.

Brantley looked around and ripped the map in half before letting out a burst of anger with a shout. He threw a chair down and sat in another chair, "Ahhhh! Whatever..." He began to violently jerk his head around in an attempt to find a place to escape but all it felt like was a room with four walls and his head felt as if it was just spinning. Brantley fell face first onto the table and stopped moving afterwards.

From one of the offices in the room emerges another man in white dressy shirt, a tie and casual pants with those ugly casual looking shoes. He looked like a FBI agent or something with that outfit. Taking a look around the room, but is immediately approached by the sexy nurse, who hands him her clipboard. Noticing there are a number of pages for each body in the room, Jed, Cartwright, Figgy, Summers and Rebz. It's like she was profiling all of them including the notes she took. The FBI agent scans across the notes before throwing the clipboard behind him, causing all the papers to fly out. The nurse immediately gets down on her knees gathering all the notes to put them back in order.

The FBI agent, scans the room once again, noticing Brantley Summers is knocked out on the table, "Can we get some EMT's to bring Mr. Summers back to life." His voice didn't even sound like he was scared that Brantley could have ACTUALLY been DEAD, it was as if he's seen this kind of thing everyday. A couple medics came in, checking up on Brantley, hoping he would wake up soon. "My name is Doctor Alec Earnhardt, you are all here either because you have anger issues, mental problems, alcohol problems and or abuse, hallucinations, conspiracy theories, emotional elevations..."

As the doctor kept rambling, Rebz was thinking in her head that this guys probably has a toilet paper sized list of reasons why anybody can be in here MEMORIZED. Rebz has already taken therapy type classes back in Juve, that led to how she got into the wrestling business. She's thinking she can't be in here for anger issues, or even one time showing up drunk to a match. "In case none of you were listening to any of the symptoms I have mentioned, nor what they are signs of... You guys are in here because you have lost your sanity. If you don't know what sanity means, you clearly belong in here. Now, we will do a quick 'about me' session with each of you, and a guess at why you are in here. Everyone, bring your chairs around in a circle so we can discuss your problems." The doctor grabs a chair and places it in the center of the room. He sits on it with a leg over his knee (that woman-ly posture that guys do), arms across the arm rests, patiently waiting for everyone's responses.

Rebz kept her bandanna over her face, wearing a cap backwards, pretty much her eyes and partially a nose visible of her face. Rebz stays seated in her comfortable chair, with her legs still up on the table. Who does this guy think he is, trying to tell everyone what to do? Rebz stares at him, while the doctor looks at everyone else, waiting what they will do.

Jed sat down in a chair and listen to what Figgy was saying. " I have to agree with The Fig Effect here. Conspiracy Theories, or I call them Conspiracy Facts aren't an illness. Lets break down the word Conspiracy. Cons.....Piracy....Hmm. Cons Piracy. Piracy. Piracy..PIRATES!!!!!.RRRR!!...... I mean..." For some reason Jed had a sudden addiction to pirates. This addiction may even be worse than Matt Stone and Chex Mix. " What I was saying was.... " Jed watched as Brantley woke up.