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if you sue me, that's what you'll get.
In the office of doctor Tom Prichard, there are three chairs and a table with magazines in the waiting room. Victoria is dressed in black leather pants and a hot pink tank top, women's title around her waist. Brian Kendrick is waiting at the front desk, wearing dark blue jeans and a gray polo pullover. After several minutes, he grows impatient and sits down across from Victoria. She picks up a magazine and sniffs one of the perfume ads, delighted. She sets it down and picks up another one, but is horrified by the cover and quickly sets it back down. Finally she picks up the far one next to Brian and begins to read. Brian flips through one magazine and decides to break the tense silence with casual conversation.
"Pretty," Brian shows Victoria the magazine. "huh?"
"Yes." She smiles politely and goes back to her reading.
He's eager to chat, "Long wait, hu?"
"He's thorough."
"Good doctor?"
"Oh yes." She smiles and then holds out her hand. "Where are my manners? Victoria, Raw."
"Ah, Brian Kendrick, SmackDown." They shake hands.
"How do you do." Victoria goes back to reading the magazine.
"Oh, fine." Brian smiles. "I got a little problem with my arm." He motions to his left arm with the ace bandage on it.
"Well, I'm sure the doctor will fix it."
"I broke it in a dark match the other day."
"Oh! What happened?"
"Attempted a moonsault off the top rope and landed on the floor outside of the ring."
"I'm sorry. And your family, your wife is well?"
Brian smiles but winces at the pain in his arm, "With friends this week."
"Well." Victoria doesn't know what to say, she puts on a delightful face. "I love your hair."
"Thank you." Brian smiles proudly. "What are you here for?"
"Oh, me?" She pauses. "Women problems."
"Women problems?"
"I think I'm pregnant."
"Oh!" That shut Brian up. "Does it hurt or anything?"
"No, no, no." Victoria, like Brian, tries to put a good spin on things. "You see, I only found out because I'm late, but I haven't had morning sickness or anything. I'm just worried that something might be wrong. I told Steven that my sister is pregnant and that I'm sick to my stomach and while I'm here I'll get advice for her because she is 'hysteric'."
"I see." Brian hesitates on continuing. "So, when?"
"It's been about a week, I first noticed it last weekend."
Brian is about to respond when the door opens, they both look up to see another patient enter. Chris Jericho. He goes over after seeing them and sits down, wearing black slacks and a black shirt.
"Excuse me." Chris enters their conversation. "Are you reading that magazine?"
"Take it." Brian hands it to him, then turns back to Victoria. "So are you going to have it?"
"I don't think so. Steven and I are only going out, we aren't ready to settle down and get married, and we sure as hell aren't ready to have kids. I haven't even told him yet, he thinks my sister's the one pregnant and I'm only here for an upset stomach. I don't know how or if I'll ever be able to tell him. Oh, I just want the dam thing out!"
Chris smirks upon hearing their conversation, "That's just the way I feel about my tonsils."
The three patients look on concerned but a nurse enters and calls for Chris, it's time for his appointment. He gets up and follows her into the back room for his exam.
In the office of doctor Tom Prichard, there are three chairs and a table with magazines in the waiting room. Victoria is dressed in black leather pants and a hot pink tank top, women's title around her waist. Brian Kendrick is waiting at the front desk, wearing dark blue jeans and a gray polo pullover. After several minutes, he grows impatient and sits down across from Victoria. She picks up a magazine and sniffs one of the perfume ads, delighted. She sets it down and picks up another one, but is horrified by the cover and quickly sets it back down. Finally she picks up the far one next to Brian and begins to read. Brian flips through one magazine and decides to break the tense silence with casual conversation.
"Pretty," Brian shows Victoria the magazine. "huh?"
"Yes." She smiles politely and goes back to her reading.
He's eager to chat, "Long wait, hu?"
"He's thorough."
"Good doctor?"
"Oh yes." She smiles and then holds out her hand. "Where are my manners? Victoria, Raw."
"Ah, Brian Kendrick, SmackDown." They shake hands.
"How do you do." Victoria goes back to reading the magazine.
"Oh, fine." Brian smiles. "I got a little problem with my arm." He motions to his left arm with the ace bandage on it.
"Well, I'm sure the doctor will fix it."
"I broke it in a dark match the other day."
"Oh! What happened?"
"Attempted a moonsault off the top rope and landed on the floor outside of the ring."
"I'm sorry. And your family, your wife is well?"
Brian smiles but winces at the pain in his arm, "With friends this week."
"Well." Victoria doesn't know what to say, she puts on a delightful face. "I love your hair."
"Thank you." Brian smiles proudly. "What are you here for?"
"Oh, me?" She pauses. "Women problems."
"Women problems?"
"I think I'm pregnant."
"Oh!" That shut Brian up. "Does it hurt or anything?"
"No, no, no." Victoria, like Brian, tries to put a good spin on things. "You see, I only found out because I'm late, but I haven't had morning sickness or anything. I'm just worried that something might be wrong. I told Steven that my sister is pregnant and that I'm sick to my stomach and while I'm here I'll get advice for her because she is 'hysteric'."
"I see." Brian hesitates on continuing. "So, when?"
"It's been about a week, I first noticed it last weekend."
Brian is about to respond when the door opens, they both look up to see another patient enter. Chris Jericho. He goes over after seeing them and sits down, wearing black slacks and a black shirt.
"Excuse me." Chris enters their conversation. "Are you reading that magazine?"
"Take it." Brian hands it to him, then turns back to Victoria. "So are you going to have it?"
"I don't think so. Steven and I are only going out, we aren't ready to settle down and get married, and we sure as hell aren't ready to have kids. I haven't even told him yet, he thinks my sister's the one pregnant and I'm only here for an upset stomach. I don't know how or if I'll ever be able to tell him. Oh, I just want the dam thing out!"
Chris smirks upon hearing their conversation, "That's just the way I feel about my tonsils."
The three patients look on concerned but a nurse enters and calls for Chris, it's time for his appointment. He gets up and follows her into the back room for his exam.