Dr. Chris normally would have reverted back up the list for their next Celebworld client, but since none of them were due for a request yet, John got called back a bit earlier than expected.
“Oh, hello, Dr. Chris. Is something wrong?”
“Possibly, but nothing to worry about. My hypnosis has an awkward wear-off power, and I never know when it’s going to be. I usually have my clients come back the next day.”
“I see.” SNAP! In a bit of a hilarious twist, the jacked John Cena didn’t slump, but you could see all of his muscles instantaneously relax.
“John, you will no longer remember that you should not be in Celebworld. You will always think that is your home. While you are on the island, you are to remain nude, unless a guest wants you clothed. If a guest does not want you, you will remain in the celebrity village, and stay there until you are needed. If you leave, there will be dire consequences. You have the right to refuse extreme desires, such as death or self-mutilation. Anything else that would not cause serious or irreversible damage is fair game. Your new sexual identity is polysexual. You will not care who you have sex with. You will also consume pills with your breakfast daily. These pills will stop the spread of most diseases to you. I lock this in with the word, ‘Anec’. Wake up.”
John did so, and he was sent on his way to Celebworld. Today’s client was yet another wrestler, Seth Rollins. While many people had their own opinions on whether wrestlers were celebrities or not, Celebworld and they were getting paid big bucks to do this, so Dr. Chris didn’t mind. Seth arrived later that day in a sharp and well-tailored suit.
“Hello, Seth. You’re one of the fanciest dressed men I’ve seen in ages!”
“Is that bad?”
“No, of course not! It’s just that therapy is usually much more casual. You should keep that in mind for next time.”
“I will. So, I wanted to talk about my relationships today with my team.”
“You’re not fucking them, right?”
“It’s just that my last client had similar issues, and that was the end result.”
“Oh. Well, mine’s actually about the WWE, and figuring out if the Shield is on or off. We’ve broken up and gotten back together like four times now!”
“And this is damaging your psyche, I can imagine?”
“Damn right it is!”
“I see. Hypnotherapy can easily fix this. Are you open to doing so?”
“Of fucking course! Anything to make me feel better!”
“I want you to lie down and relax. Close your eyes, and listen to my voice. You are getting sleepy. You enjoy the sound of my voice. You want to listen to my voice. You want to obey my voice. Seth, I will now count backwards from 5. When I reach 1, you will be completely under my control, and open your eyes.
“5, you are starting to go under.
“4, you’re getting deeper.
“3, I control you now.
“2, no one else matters but me.
“1, I am your master.”
Seth’s eyes fluttered open, and the orange contrasted quite nicely with the yellow and black of his hair.
“Seth, wondering if you will be a team will no longer be an issue for you. You will fine with whatever management tells you.”
“I will do whatever management asks of me, Master.”
“Good.” Chris actually had something a bit different planned for today’s session. Seth had some alleged dick pics roaming around the internet, but unlike Tyler’s or Noah’s, there was no concrete evidence that it was truly him. They pulled up the pictures on their phone, and asked bluntly, “Are these real, undoctored photos of yourself?”
“Yes, Master, they are.”
“Sweet! Let’s get you saying that on camera then!” Chris pulled out their phone, and began filming.
“Hello. This is Seth Rollins. The alleged nude photos of me circulating around the internet are actually of me. I can confirm that I did take them myself.” Chris ended the video, and then sent it to Perez Hilton and all the major gossip blogs. They then got ready to do the closing script.
“When I say ‘wake up’, you will do so, and not have any conscious memory of this session. Your subconscious will remember everything. And you will be fine being nude around me, but only in my office. I lock this in with the phrase, ‘Burnt baby powder’. Wake up.”
Seth rubbed his eyes, and looked around. “Did it work, doc?”
“This isn’t a you can just think about it fix, but rest assured, it will work out for the better.”
“Thank you, doc! You’re the best.”
As he was leaving, Seth’s phone started to blow up. Apparently, he had confessed to taking the dick pics that had been circulating around the internet. Using the massive resources at their disposal, Chris had made it look like it was filmed backstage at a WWE event, so Seth couldn’t connect anything to them.