Hey! What's Up, Doc!? (Complete)

Monday - 11:47 p.m. - Tokyo, Japan - AFW Medical Complex

Ten days had passed since Clyde reawakened from his coma on the same night as the AFW Avalanche Pay-Per-View Event, although most would recommended someone to rest up and recuperate after taking a tremendous beating, being shot and remaining in a coma for a mouth, Clyde felt he could not do that since he had a very large bill to pay to his doctor, Dr. Chesna Matu, a young woman who apparently worked for the General Manager of Friction. Either way, Clyde owed her money, one hundred thousand American dollars is what he owed her. Back from the brink of death and already having to pay a lengthy bill, a strange welcome back to the land of the living.

Despite the large price, Clyde intended to pay Chesna as fast he could so that he could move on with hie life, like building him and his fiance, Heather Sunderland, a house and maybe even another engagement ring, since he had lost the previous one.

With a tan trenchcoat on that was over a plain white t-shirt, Clyde wore his usual pair of blue jeans, brown cowboy boots and a brown cowboy hat placed over his head, exiting the back seat of the cab and stepping out into the pouring rain, right in front of the AFW Friction Complex where he hoped to find Chesna Matu inside, limping his way through the pairing rain to go through the doors and head to the medical wing, going to the secretary first.

"Dr. Matu, Please." Clyde would ask before the woman pointed to where Clyde needed to go, marching down the hall soaking wet before he reached the room, wanting to get this visit over with, but didn't want to intrude too rudely, thinking the doctor was most likely busy.

*Knock, Knock*

"Ey Doc! It's me Clyde... Need to talk business with ya! ...Among other things..." Clyde would say before he wiggled out his right let, noting how it still bothered him. He honestly didn't want to stay very long with this woman or even be here. He just wanted to give Chesna some money and just leave, but seeing as Heather became worried about Clyde's leg, she recommend that he go see the doctor while he was going to visit her, and while Clyde didn't want to admit, Heather was right and Chesna was the best choice for this kind of thing concerning his body, he just hoped she didn't try anything espeically since Heather was nowhere to be found.

Chesna Matuschanskavasky, PhD. was sitting in the back area of the medical facility. She had only told the girl at the front desk where she was in case an emergency had happened. Why she was here, even at the irritating hassle of avoiding that pesky not nurse or Doctor Thea Beckett, was to get away from the world for a while.

She was in an office in a chair with her head leaned back, her mouth and eyes opened with drool pouring down the side of her mouth, her tongue hanging out and blood dripping down her nose and into her mouth. She looked like she had been killed and only the subtle heaving of her chest gave any other indication.

As Clyde walked in, Chesna remained silent for a long time until he spoke. Chesna raised her arm and extended her index finger and pushed her mouth closed. Her dialated pupils struggled to focus on the Texan. A low moaning sound came from her mouth before she leaned forward.

"Did you bring the bat juice? The only way we can continue the ritual of prosperity is if we have all the ingredients. That's what the giant panda said."

Chesna suddenly hopped up and grabbed Clyde by the shoulders and pushed her nose against his. She grinned like a mad woman and then let out a sharp laugh.

"HA! I have to check to make sure you're germ free! No one's aloud to come to the reckoning if their FILTHY!"

Chesna then ran her dry tongue up Clyde's cheek.

"HAHAHAHA!" She cackled before falling back into her chair and going silent again. Her head lowered and her nose began to drip again. After another long moment, Chesna's hand reached out and padded the desk. She reached for a bottle of pills. She struggled to open it with one hand before popping the top and spilling it. Her shaking hands reached for an errant pill and popped it into her mouth. She crunched down on the pill and chewed it like a cow, grinding her teeth loudly before looking up at Clyde.

"Why would you come here?" She said suddenly in her usual monotone voice.

Upon walking inside the room, Clyde would discover the figure of Dr. Chesna Matu sitting in an office chair, looking quite dead. The sight would startle Clyde as he opened the door and looked at the shockingly graphic appearance of the young woman's corpse, already fearing the worst.

"D-Doc!!!" Clyde would let as he scrambled over towards the doctor whom he assumed to be dead, at least until Chesna raised her arm and shut her mouth in a creepy and almost mechanical fashion that caused the Texan's eyes to widen as scrambled back in fear once he saw the doctor coming back to life. "W-Wah!!" Clyde would let out in a startled manner before he hard Chesna speak, prompting the Texan to just look her in disbelief now that it appeared the doctor had lost her mind.

"G-Giant Panda?" Clyde would respond to Chesna's absurd words but she suddenly hoped up, grabbed him by the shoulders and pressed her nose against his, leaving a bit of her blood on his nose while also causing the Texan's cheeks to flush as he stared into Chesna eyes in a highly startled manner taken heavily off guard by her sudden and apparent decent into insanity.

"D-D-Doctor...?" He'd mutter in a trembling tone as he saw the once quiet doctor evolve into wide grinning, mad woman who laughed like a possessed manic. His body going absolutely stiff as Chesna traced her dry tongue up his cheek, prompting Clyde to do the one thing that came first to his mind, which was to reach down and shield his bulge that the doctor had earned after she pressed her nose against his and licked his cheek.

Clyde would then stare at Chesna as let out that last maniacal laugh before she plopped down in her seat, watched her nose drip blood before she desperately got herself a pill to pop in her mouth, watching her gnaw on it for a moment before she looked back at the Texan and went back to her old, usual and dull personality, asking him why he would come here. That question however would not even register with Clyde as he would simply stare at Chesna with his eyes wide open, not saying a single word, creating a brief moment of silence before the cowboy finally spoke.

"......What The Hell Was That!?!?!?" Clyde would ask he pointed his shaking finger right Chesna's face.

Chesna let out a sigh. The doctor had already been coming down from her high, Clyde's interruption had spurted a bad temporary trip before she was able to recover once more, the downers she had taken a little bit ago had evened her out. She took another pill and slipped it into her mouth and swallowed it hard before putting her hands on the table and staring out through Clyde.

"What are you talking about?" She said in a monotone voice. She then lifted up her head stiltedly and tried, and failed, to focus on Clyde. "You're as loud and annoying as ever." She said with a sigh before lifting up her arm and sliding it across her face to wipe off some of the blood and drool.

"W-Whatya mean what am I talkin' 'bout!? You were just all...All... All.... All Crazy!!" Clyde would say in response to the Doctor's question who seemed to act like nothing had just happened with her and that she didn't just have a small episode of madness. He would however form a frown though when Chesna called him loud and annoying.

"Crazy-Ass, overpriced, pill-poppin', molester calls me loud and annoying after she laughs like a dang ol' maniac and licks the side of my cheek like I was made of ice cream, wants to call Me Loud and Annoying after all you've done? Might wanna rethink that one, Doc..." Clyde would snap to the doctor with his arms crossed, looking down at her with a slight glare as he watched her wipe off the blood and droll from her face.

Although he didn't really care for Chesna, he did have a soft spot for her since she had saved Heather from Kelly's clutches when the Maniac Blonde tried to strangle Heather. Without Chesna, Heather could have been seriously hurt, or worse. So Clyde did in fact feel a bit bad for Chesna, watching her try to wipe off the blood and drool from her face. It was upon seeing that, that Clyde decided to look around for something to help Chesna until he spotted some napkins near by. He then marched over towards it with a slight limp in his right leg before taking a taking a few and going back to Chesna.

"You look like hell, Doc... You always fucked up like that?" Clyde would muse to Chesna as he handed her a napkin to use to clean the blood and drool from her face, though still doubting she'd use it.

"Only when people interrupt me." Chesna stated flatly. She took the napkin and used it to wipe the rest of her nose and mouth off. She crumpled up the napkins and then tossed them to the floor unceremoniously. "Why are you here?" She added again. She had not heard what he wanted as he walked in the door. She just knew that her place of rest was interrupted by the last persons he wanted to see.

"A follow up, physical?" She said and sighed. She looked around and reached out for some latex gloves. "Whatever. Just drop your pants so we can hurry up and get this over with."

"Why am I here? Well I came here to pay off a lil' bit of that bill I owe ya... That and my right leg's been actin' up. It's stiff as hell and hurts me when I walk sometimes. I figured I'd come see you about it since I was coming for a visit anyway... Plus my Fiancee thought it would be a good idea if I come see you about. She thinks you're All That and shit." Clyde would say to Chesna as he revealed his reasons for being there before Chesna mentioned a physical.

"Physical..? Uhhh.... Sure? I guess that's what I need." Clyde would let out before he hear Chesna's next statement that made Clyde's eyes widen before he looked at Chesna curiously. "Uhhh... I want you to check out my right leg... Not my Third leg..." Clyde would say as he rested his hands upon his belt, wrapping his thumb around them before pulling them up a bit.

Chesna stood up and looked at Clyde. She roughly grabbed him and guided him to the examination table. There she began to undo his pants and pull them down. "How long has your leg been hurting?" She said as she grabbed his right leg and began to gently massage the area, carefully feeling his muscles.

She was bent down on her knees and despite he face being very close to his exposed manhood, seemed to not even be noticing it was there. Her eyes watched Clyde's leg muscles and she reached out for a small tapper and swiveled her body, slipping one hand on his thigh and bouncing the small rubber mallet against Clyde's knee to see what kind of reaction it got.

"How much are you going to repay me?" She asked as she went to work.

"Sooo can ya check it out o--H-Hey!!" Clyde would begin to ask before he was suddenly snatched by Chesna and guided to the examination table where she began to suddenly and swiftly remove his pants. "D-Doc Wait!" Clyde would protest to the doctor who would strip him of his jeans and underwear before she began to massage his right calf, causing Clyde to wince a bit as a result.

"A-Ah... Ow... Since I woke Up... So about a week I guess..." Clyde would tell Chesna just before she kneeled down before him on her knees, getting rather close that third leg that Clyde would instantly shield with his hands, noting how her recent actions as well her licking his cheek from before were starting to earn quite the unwanted reaction from the Texan who was wincing a bit due to the grip that Chesna had on his sore thigh.

"How much am I payin ya? Uhmm... Well I brought $1200, but I guess you gon' be chargin' me for this visit arent Ya-Ah-Owww!!" Clyde would begin to say regarding his payment to Chesna before she struck his knee with the rubber mallet, causing Clyde's leg to jerk back and shake a bit before he placed it back down behind his left leg.

"Ahhh.... T-Twelve Hundred..."

"Yes, but a physical examination isn't expensive." She said. "Two Hundred. So one thousand off of your total. It's a start I guess."

She continued to massage Clyde's leg for a moment before standing up. She grabbed a stethoscope and yanked up his shirt. She then batted away his hands and pressed herself against his manhood so she could press the cold stethoscope against his chest, her other hand sliding up his chest and pressing her palm against his nipple while her fingers touched the top of his pec.

"Breathe deeply." She said in a dull tone and placed the stethoscope on various parts of Clyde's chest. She then stepped away and grabbed a tongue depressor as well as a light.

"Open wide and say ahhh..." She shoved the wooden stick into his mouth and pushed down on his tongue and checked his mouth before roughly forcing his head to the side and looking into his ear.

"Everything seems ok, Mr. Gastin." Chesna said dully. She then reached down and grabbed his shaft and yanked him into a standing position. "There's just one last thing I have to check."

When Clyde was on his feet, she slinked her hand under her his rod and cupped his balls with a grip that was probably a little too tight.

"Turn your head and cough." She commanded apathetically.