Author's Note: The only thing I own is Sprinkle aka Alicia Owens. But, I love the name Anastacia Beaverhousen, but it's Karen Walker's alter-ego in Will & Grace so I can't own it! =(
"Excuse me?" Brian Kendrick asked, not sure if he heard right.
"Amnesia." Doctor Wong repeated, watching as Brian Kendrick stepped back. Brian accidently walked into Ron Simmons and John Layfield. The two men held him up and then looked at the doctor.
"So, she doesn't know who she really is?" John Layfield asked, keeping Kendrick still.
"Exactly. That's why she claims to be Anastacia Beaverhousen. She doesn't know who she is, so she created an identity for her." Doctor Wong explained, as the APA nodded. All Brian Kendrick could do was stare at Doctor Wong and the sleeping patient.
"Is there any way we could get her memory back?" Ron Simmons questioned. Doctor Wong nodded.
"Yes, there is. But it might be very hard. You need to show her...her old life. Maybe it'll come back to her. Surround her with the things she used to be associated with. It might take a while, for she could refuse all of it at first, but if you do it piece by piece...her memory could come back." He explained, as he watched Ron and John sit Brian down on a chair.
"When will you release her?" Brian Kendrick finally asked.
"Stop by tomorrow. Bring something of her old self. We're going to keep her in. I don't think it's safe to let her out." He explained to everybody. Brian Kendrick stood up from his chair and began leaving the room. John Layfield and Ron Simmons followed him after saying good-bye to the doctor. As soon as they had left the hospital, Brian Kendrick spoke up.
"It's not safe to let her out because she's crazy." Everybody laughed as they got into the car.
The next day, it was only Brian Kendrick who went back to the hospital. Ron and John had decided to hang out at the hotel. In the hands of Kendrick was Sprinkle's wrestling costume, the ballerina outfit. He carried it as he walked into the room. Anastacia Beaverhousen was sitting upright in her bed, pressing a button. A nurse busted into the room, almost knocking down Brian Kendrick. Kendrick stood back as Anastacia began snapping at the nurse.
"What do you mean you guys don't have any alcohol in this place? Every place has alcohol!" She shouted, her voice screeching. Kendrick placed his hands over his ears.
"This is a hospital, m'am." The frightened nurse answered.
"So? Get me something! I need some vodka!" Anastacia ordered. The nurse nodded and hurried out of the room. Before she left, she leaned over to Kendrick.
"How can you know this woman? She's a crazy bitch!" The nurse said to him, as he nodded. She ran off, in search of vodka. Anastacia saw Kendrick standing by the door, holding the ballerina costume.
"Whatcha got there, sonny? A pretty dress you like to wear?" She laughed, snorting. Brian ignored her comment and walked over to the bed. He placed the ballerina costume on her bed.
"It's yours." He answered, pointing to her.
"Don't point at me." She snapped, swatting his hand away. He shook it off and watched as she examined the costume.
"Ha. It's not mine. Who's is it, really? Does it belong to one of those beefy guys you were with yesterday?" She asked, as Kendrick let out a sigh. He blew a piece of hair that was in his face out of the way.
"It's yours." He repeated, growing frustrated. She ignored him and continued.
"Is it the blonde one's? He's a bit too big to fit into one of these, ain't he?" She chuckled, as Kendrick finally took the ballerina costume off the bed.
"It's YOURS!" He shouted, as she looked taken back.
"Okay, okay. Leave it by the door. Who are you anyways?" She asked, as he threw the ballerina costume over to the side.
"It's me, Spanky." He told her, as her lips curled up into a smile. She began to laugh.
"Spanky? What kind of name is that?!"
"It's my wrestling alias. You shouldn't be laughing. Yours is Sprinkle." Her laughing stopped.
"What? I'm not a wrestler. I'm a businesswoman." She stated, firmly. Brian Kendrick shook his head. "I'm a businesswoman." She told him, as he shook his head again. "Yes, I am!"
"No, you're a wrestler. Your theme music is "Move Over" by Spice Girls. Your first match was against Dawn Marie. That ballerina costume is your wrestling costume." He explained, as she looked up at the ceiling. After he was finished, she had her hands folded in her lap and she looked back at him.
"What did you say, sonny? I was too busy staring at these ugly ceiling tiles they have. I think I should call an interior designer if I'm going to be here. Right, right?" She told him, giggling. He turned his back to her, walking over to the door.
"Forget it." He replied, finally getting out of the room. Once the door was shut, his mind began to wonder.
"What happened to the woman I loved?"
"Excuse me?" Brian Kendrick asked, not sure if he heard right.
"Amnesia." Doctor Wong repeated, watching as Brian Kendrick stepped back. Brian accidently walked into Ron Simmons and John Layfield. The two men held him up and then looked at the doctor.
"So, she doesn't know who she really is?" John Layfield asked, keeping Kendrick still.
"Exactly. That's why she claims to be Anastacia Beaverhousen. She doesn't know who she is, so she created an identity for her." Doctor Wong explained, as the APA nodded. All Brian Kendrick could do was stare at Doctor Wong and the sleeping patient.
"Is there any way we could get her memory back?" Ron Simmons questioned. Doctor Wong nodded.
"Yes, there is. But it might be very hard. You need to show her...her old life. Maybe it'll come back to her. Surround her with the things she used to be associated with. It might take a while, for she could refuse all of it at first, but if you do it piece by piece...her memory could come back." He explained, as he watched Ron and John sit Brian down on a chair.
"When will you release her?" Brian Kendrick finally asked.
"Stop by tomorrow. Bring something of her old self. We're going to keep her in. I don't think it's safe to let her out." He explained to everybody. Brian Kendrick stood up from his chair and began leaving the room. John Layfield and Ron Simmons followed him after saying good-bye to the doctor. As soon as they had left the hospital, Brian Kendrick spoke up.
"It's not safe to let her out because she's crazy." Everybody laughed as they got into the car.
The next day, it was only Brian Kendrick who went back to the hospital. Ron and John had decided to hang out at the hotel. In the hands of Kendrick was Sprinkle's wrestling costume, the ballerina outfit. He carried it as he walked into the room. Anastacia Beaverhousen was sitting upright in her bed, pressing a button. A nurse busted into the room, almost knocking down Brian Kendrick. Kendrick stood back as Anastacia began snapping at the nurse.
"What do you mean you guys don't have any alcohol in this place? Every place has alcohol!" She shouted, her voice screeching. Kendrick placed his hands over his ears.
"This is a hospital, m'am." The frightened nurse answered.
"So? Get me something! I need some vodka!" Anastacia ordered. The nurse nodded and hurried out of the room. Before she left, she leaned over to Kendrick.
"How can you know this woman? She's a crazy bitch!" The nurse said to him, as he nodded. She ran off, in search of vodka. Anastacia saw Kendrick standing by the door, holding the ballerina costume.
"Whatcha got there, sonny? A pretty dress you like to wear?" She laughed, snorting. Brian ignored her comment and walked over to the bed. He placed the ballerina costume on her bed.
"It's yours." He answered, pointing to her.
"Don't point at me." She snapped, swatting his hand away. He shook it off and watched as she examined the costume.
"Ha. It's not mine. Who's is it, really? Does it belong to one of those beefy guys you were with yesterday?" She asked, as Kendrick let out a sigh. He blew a piece of hair that was in his face out of the way.
"It's yours." He repeated, growing frustrated. She ignored him and continued.
"Is it the blonde one's? He's a bit too big to fit into one of these, ain't he?" She chuckled, as Kendrick finally took the ballerina costume off the bed.
"It's YOURS!" He shouted, as she looked taken back.
"Okay, okay. Leave it by the door. Who are you anyways?" She asked, as he threw the ballerina costume over to the side.
"It's me, Spanky." He told her, as her lips curled up into a smile. She began to laugh.
"Spanky? What kind of name is that?!"
"It's my wrestling alias. You shouldn't be laughing. Yours is Sprinkle." Her laughing stopped.
"What? I'm not a wrestler. I'm a businesswoman." She stated, firmly. Brian Kendrick shook his head. "I'm a businesswoman." She told him, as he shook his head again. "Yes, I am!"
"No, you're a wrestler. Your theme music is "Move Over" by Spice Girls. Your first match was against Dawn Marie. That ballerina costume is your wrestling costume." He explained, as she looked up at the ceiling. After he was finished, she had her hands folded in her lap and she looked back at him.
"What did you say, sonny? I was too busy staring at these ugly ceiling tiles they have. I think I should call an interior designer if I'm going to be here. Right, right?" She told him, giggling. He turned his back to her, walking over to the door.
"Forget it." He replied, finally getting out of the room. Once the door was shut, his mind began to wonder.
"What happened to the woman I loved?"