Post by The Anarchist on Oct 1, 2017 9:17:19 GMT -5
We’ll be right back with the continuation of NIGHT OF THE LEPRECHAUN CANNIBALS after the break.
This is how I was spending the remainder of my night. Watching a grade-Z schlock film about “leprechauns” being turned cannibalistic, thanks to the government not knowing how to properly do the one job they were assigned. Just like in real life, right? Destiny had fallen asleep before the thirty minute mark even came. If I wasn’t such a night owl, I likely would have been down for the count with her. But I have a cast iron stomach for this kind of implausible garbage.
Her head was resting comfortably on my chest. Her right arm laid loose across my body. I had my own around her shoulders. Sooner or later she would turn over. While the commercials came and went, I kept thinking about earlier. Deadly Intentions was obviously on my mind and would be until it came time to enter the ring. If Pure Class Wrestling had a Mount Rushmore, Phinehas Grimm and Whitey Ford would most certainly be carved into the granite. This would be my first time seeing the Hangtown Horror in any sort of singles action. He presents an obvious challenge to anyone facing him.
To have the opportunity to claim the World Title for a SEVENTH time? I don’t care who you are, that’s impressive. That’s not counting every other accomplishment he has had since debuting some ten, eleven years ago (I think). He had my respect in spades. As did the champion. This would be my second time taking on Whitey Ford. I took him to the limit in our first encounter, but ended up on the wrong side of the outcome. A future Hall of Fame inductee, his reputation spoke for itself. I wasn’t as familiar with him, but knew about his reputation prior to his return.
This was my first chance at the Pure Class Wrestling World Title. To win it, I would have to defeat two of the biggest stars to ever be in the companies lineage. They have both been there and done that. They were no strangers to one another. So I guess that sort of makes me the wild card of the whole matter. But what would Deadly Intentions be without the infamous Deadly Rumble? Twice I had entered, and twice I came in fourth place. Fourth place this year has a prize. A match against whoever comes in third place. The reward? Becoming the new number one contender to the Underground Title.
So, what about Second? Ok. Being named number one contender to the North American Title. Let’s assume I am the runner up and Gabriel regains his championship. Well, that presents a problem, doesn’t it? No. I was entering the match to do what everyone else is. Win the whole God damn thing. And this is where it gets interesting. What IF one of us in the triple threat wins not only the World Title (or in the case of Whitey, retains), but also the Deadly Rumble? I don’t know if the other two are entering, but let’s pretend they are. The grand prize is being next in line for the World Title.
Just something to think about.
We now return to NIGHT OF THE LEPRECHAUN CANNIBALS on Channel Eleven.
Oh, goody.
September 23
“Ok, you little hellions, today is your big sister’s birthday. So Autumn, that means being nice to her.”
I glanced and received a faux expression of shock. Gathered in the kitchen was myself, Destiny, Autumn, and the twins. Kristen had spent the night at a friend’s house, but promised she would be home early so we could celebrate.
“That really hurts, Dad. No one can ever say that Autumn Cheyenne Willard isn’t nice. Even if she warned me the next time I borrowed one of her bras, it would be filled with itching powder.”
“What did I tell you about that?” Destiny spoke seriously. This had been an ongoing battle. Such it is when it comes to siblings.
“I only do it to save you guys money! And besides, I promptly told her that speaking of itching, the pharmacy could help her problem out. But you told me to be nice. So I’m going to be nice.”
The remark didn’t garner her a favorable look from her mom. The twins snickered without so much as really understanding what she meant in context.
Kristen Leigh Willard was born on September 23, 2001 at 3:57 in the morning. She was delivered at Anaheim Regional and weighed five pounds, three ounces. If you were to ask Destiny about the four births, she would say that Kristen was the easiest. It’s just hard to believe that it had been sixteen years already. Neither of us were ready to accept that fact.
Kristen took after me on looks. Autumn looked more like her mom. The twins were pretty close to equal. She is close to both of us and other than the usual teenage problems, was a good kid. There wasn’t any sibling rivalry despite Autumn’s usual round of banter. She liked to rib where she could and Kristen would throw it right back. That’s not to say they didn’t butt heads at times, but for the most part, they got along without issue.
Just different personality types.
“Hi guys. I’m home!”
And there she was. So naturally I did what any loving father would do. I sang.
“Sixteen candles make a lovely light. But not as bright--”
And promptly had the show shut down by Destiny covering up my mouth. You could feel the gratitude fill the room. “Happy Birthday, sweetheart!”
“Happy Birthday, Krissy!” said the twins.
“We just took a vote and I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but you’ve been voted out of the household. Please remove your belongings and say goodbye to your family.”
“Autumn!” Destiny interjected.
“Oh come on! That was a good one!”
“At least I got voted on. If it were about you, we would have left you marooned somewhere while you slept.”
Autumn smiled and nodded. “Happy Birthday, Sis.”
The day was spent in Santa Monica. Then to her favorite restaurant once we got back into Anaheim. Kristen asked if she could spend another night at her friend’s house, and naturally, was granted permission. She was happy with how her day turned out and that was what was most important to us.
She also tried sweet talking her way into getting a car.
It was denied.
This is how I was spending the remainder of my night. Watching a grade-Z schlock film about “leprechauns” being turned cannibalistic, thanks to the government not knowing how to properly do the one job they were assigned. Just like in real life, right? Destiny had fallen asleep before the thirty minute mark even came. If I wasn’t such a night owl, I likely would have been down for the count with her. But I have a cast iron stomach for this kind of implausible garbage.
Her head was resting comfortably on my chest. Her right arm laid loose across my body. I had my own around her shoulders. Sooner or later she would turn over. While the commercials came and went, I kept thinking about earlier. Deadly Intentions was obviously on my mind and would be until it came time to enter the ring. If Pure Class Wrestling had a Mount Rushmore, Phinehas Grimm and Whitey Ford would most certainly be carved into the granite. This would be my first time seeing the Hangtown Horror in any sort of singles action. He presents an obvious challenge to anyone facing him.
To have the opportunity to claim the World Title for a SEVENTH time? I don’t care who you are, that’s impressive. That’s not counting every other accomplishment he has had since debuting some ten, eleven years ago (I think). He had my respect in spades. As did the champion. This would be my second time taking on Whitey Ford. I took him to the limit in our first encounter, but ended up on the wrong side of the outcome. A future Hall of Fame inductee, his reputation spoke for itself. I wasn’t as familiar with him, but knew about his reputation prior to his return.
This was my first chance at the Pure Class Wrestling World Title. To win it, I would have to defeat two of the biggest stars to ever be in the companies lineage. They have both been there and done that. They were no strangers to one another. So I guess that sort of makes me the wild card of the whole matter. But what would Deadly Intentions be without the infamous Deadly Rumble? Twice I had entered, and twice I came in fourth place. Fourth place this year has a prize. A match against whoever comes in third place. The reward? Becoming the new number one contender to the Underground Title.
So, what about Second? Ok. Being named number one contender to the North American Title. Let’s assume I am the runner up and Gabriel regains his championship. Well, that presents a problem, doesn’t it? No. I was entering the match to do what everyone else is. Win the whole God damn thing. And this is where it gets interesting. What IF one of us in the triple threat wins not only the World Title (or in the case of Whitey, retains), but also the Deadly Rumble? I don’t know if the other two are entering, but let’s pretend they are. The grand prize is being next in line for the World Title.
Just something to think about.
We now return to NIGHT OF THE LEPRECHAUN CANNIBALS on Channel Eleven.
Oh, goody.
September 23
“Ok, you little hellions, today is your big sister’s birthday. So Autumn, that means being nice to her.”
I glanced and received a faux expression of shock. Gathered in the kitchen was myself, Destiny, Autumn, and the twins. Kristen had spent the night at a friend’s house, but promised she would be home early so we could celebrate.
“That really hurts, Dad. No one can ever say that Autumn Cheyenne Willard isn’t nice. Even if she warned me the next time I borrowed one of her bras, it would be filled with itching powder.”
“What did I tell you about that?” Destiny spoke seriously. This had been an ongoing battle. Such it is when it comes to siblings.
“I only do it to save you guys money! And besides, I promptly told her that speaking of itching, the pharmacy could help her problem out. But you told me to be nice. So I’m going to be nice.”
The remark didn’t garner her a favorable look from her mom. The twins snickered without so much as really understanding what she meant in context.
Kristen Leigh Willard was born on September 23, 2001 at 3:57 in the morning. She was delivered at Anaheim Regional and weighed five pounds, three ounces. If you were to ask Destiny about the four births, she would say that Kristen was the easiest. It’s just hard to believe that it had been sixteen years already. Neither of us were ready to accept that fact.
Kristen took after me on looks. Autumn looked more like her mom. The twins were pretty close to equal. She is close to both of us and other than the usual teenage problems, was a good kid. There wasn’t any sibling rivalry despite Autumn’s usual round of banter. She liked to rib where she could and Kristen would throw it right back. That’s not to say they didn’t butt heads at times, but for the most part, they got along without issue.
Just different personality types.
“Hi guys. I’m home!”
And there she was. So naturally I did what any loving father would do. I sang.
“Sixteen candles make a lovely light. But not as bright--”
And promptly had the show shut down by Destiny covering up my mouth. You could feel the gratitude fill the room. “Happy Birthday, sweetheart!”
“Happy Birthday, Krissy!” said the twins.
“We just took a vote and I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but you’ve been voted out of the household. Please remove your belongings and say goodbye to your family.”
“Autumn!” Destiny interjected.
“Oh come on! That was a good one!”
“At least I got voted on. If it were about you, we would have left you marooned somewhere while you slept.”
Autumn smiled and nodded. “Happy Birthday, Sis.”
The day was spent in Santa Monica. Then to her favorite restaurant once we got back into Anaheim. Kristen asked if she could spend another night at her friend’s house, and naturally, was granted permission. She was happy with how her day turned out and that was what was most important to us.
She also tried sweet talking her way into getting a car.
It was denied.