Post by The Anarchist on Jul 24, 2015 18:05:06 GMT -5
Thoughts:
And then there was one: Psychedelica.
Congrats on your win at Trauma. You’re both accomplished competitors that I genuinely look forward to competing against. I have respect for you both and expect nothing but the very best to be brought. But you aren’t going to defeat us. I refuse to let it happen.
Mr. Saniti, allow me to ensure you that your magical illusions and trickery won't faze me; we're all a little mad here. You were fooled before by your partner, and subsequently lost your International title because of it. Yet, you continue to be a lap dog on a fool's mission. I have no interest in your ongoing war with The Black Hand, and do not come as an enemy. If you want the truth, I like your style. The same applies to Dollface. But ask yourself this: Can you REALLY trust Kelli?
Miss Starr, you get to pull double duty that night. Let's be honest, you're manipulating Nathan. Everyone but him knows it. It’s the same way that the Black Hand is manipulating you. I understand you have a goal to hold every title possible, but it's time to wake up little Susie. Because your quest to capture tag team gold is going to turn into a dead end. Maybe you'll have better luck against N-C-M. Although I strongly suspect he will take away your shiny accessory. Will you still have a purpose to your cohorts after losing twice in one night?
Like Alexa, Crazy Boy and The Nobodies, Psychedelica are mere pawns to our end game. The last two pieces on the board, waiting to be removed by the kings of tag team wrestling. It WILL happen. If you two wish to play Romeo and Juliet, have at it. Tha UnHoly Alliance will be the poison that coarses your veins, killing off the hope you have in becoming champions at Return to Glory.
So, Magic Man and Rainbow Brite. You can continue lying to each other and yourselves to your hearts content. I don’t actually care. Our crossroad to greatness is already in motion, as we will become three time tag team champions. See you soon...
July 24, 2015
11 a.m.
Willard was lying in bed, thinking about his next opponents. The internal dialogue in his head was no replacement for what reality was. Dollface and Saniti weren’t slouches by any stretch. His thoughts may sound cavalier, but if you were to hear him actually talk about it, Willard wasn’t taking the duo lightly. Tasting victory in his match had a way of rekindling what it was like to have in-ring success again. Currently he had the master bedroom to himself, as rays of sunlight beamed in through the partially open curtain to greet. Willard kept his eyes gently closed, a cool ice pack soaking the muscles on the back of his neck. That clothesline he received from Alexa Black, might as well have came with a banner that read WELCOME BACK. I wonder if John Sebastian is busy?
The effects of his solitude were broken, as a commotion was breaking out in the living room. Willard lifted his head up and gave the disturbance his full attention. He couldn’t quite make it out through his bedroom wall, but it sounded like his daughters were up to no good. With a half smile, he got up off the bed and exited the room, heading directly to the line of fire. Standing back, Willard observed his twin antagonists, also known as Madeleine and Nancy, skipping around their older sister, Kristen. The look on her face was pure Kodak moment, but the girls were having fun it seemed. Just at her expense.
”KRISTEN HAS A BOYFRIEND!” is what the little dev…darlings were chanting. Kristen’s face was a shade of red seen predominantly in those who feel embarrassed. Her cries of “MOM! MAKE THEM STOP!” went unheard. So it seemed. With no Destiny in sight, Willard stepped in to take action. Taking hold of a hand from each twin, he circled around his eldest with them.
”KRISTEN HAS A BOYFRIEND!” they all exclaimed with glee. Maddy and Nancy enjoyed the extra partner and interaction. Kristen used her brunette hair to cover her face the best she could, screaming for MOM to come to her rescue once again. Willard broke free of the pack, electing instead to hug her from behind. You know, just in case Mom did hear it this time. The twins however, continued to tease their big sister.
WILLARD: It’s ok sweetheart. Daddy knows it isn’t true!
Finally Destiny emerged from the background, inserting her parenting skills by having Maddy and Nancy stop. They giggled and ran away, just as Kristen broke free of her dad’s arms, immediately running to mom for comfort. Destiny comforted her and laughed to herself. She had heard everything, but decided to let it play out.
WILLARD: Oh I see how it is. When you were a little girl, you would always run to me! Traitor!
DESTINY: She ran to me because you joined in.
WILLARD: I was defending her in her time of need!
Willard slaps his hands together for effect. Destiny laughed at the joking. Kristen was as well, but still showed signs of blushing. Willard began to head for the front door, but was stopped by his wife.
DESTINY: Where are you going? Johnny and the family are coming to visit.
Willard looked back and gave a laugh that could only be described as sounding like Mr. Belding from Saved By The Bell. Kristen has since moved from her mom, her face projecting that of beaming happiness. Perhaps there was something to the teasing after all…
WILLARD: Well then. If Slater does arrive before I return, tell him I went to The Max and will be right back.
Blowing a kiss to Destiny, Willard was out of the house, and likely his mind. Kristen meanwhile was glaring out a window, daydreaming over a certain someone…
KRISTEN: Mom…I think I’m in love.
12:30 p.m.
The front door swings wide open, as Willard stepped inside of his home, returning back from his random errand. His brown hair was tied into a tight ponytail. He wore a white t-shirt with print featuring rocker Billy Idol on the front. The shirt hung loose above faded, torn blue jeans. His tattoos were pieces bearing the names of his family. Soon, a tag team championship would be around his waist, hugging him like one of his loved ones.
WILLARD: DADDY'S HOME!
Closing the door, Willard struts by memorabilia of his wrestling career. He enters the living room, noticing the TV is off, the couch is empty and all seems quiet. Stopping at this sight and surveying his home, a nod with a slight smile creeps on his face. Before another step is taken, the harmony is shattered by the running footsteps of Destiny.
DESTINY: Jase!
It was a disgusting display. She ran to him, arms outstretched looking for a hug. With a quick spin move, Willard run slides towards his television set, hugging that instead of his wife. Not amused by this, the joy that had been on Destiny's face has now been replaced with annoyance. Her auburn hair is in a French braid. Not much can be said of her clothing, just basic wear consisting of violet and black in the color department. You know, supporting TUHA and what have you.
WILLARD: Daddy missed you! Hey, let's say tonight you show something good, ok? Otherwise the wife may think that she has something good, and that I want to see it.
He slowly looks towards her.
WILLARD: And that show was cancelled years ago...
Destiny comes over and grabs her husband up by his right ear. There were alternating points of laughter, and OW's as he rose to his feet. Spun around to face her, Destiny first got the hug she wanted and followed it up with a rather passionate kiss. She pulls away, gently patting his face with a wink.
DESTINY: No dear. That's still primetime. It's what you do in the bedroom that has seen better days.
The score became Destiny, one and The Anarchist, zero.
Willard laughed her joke off the best he could, offering up nothing in reply. It was a smart move that all husbands and future husbands should probably pull out of the playbook more often. Destiny led her hubby to the couch, having him park it as she sits right up against him on the left. She wraps her arms around him, using his shoulder as a pillow.
DESTINY: So let's try this again, babe. Where did you go?
Jason with tongue planted firmly in cheek...
WILLARD: Well my little battle-axe, I went for a walk. It was actually good. For me at least, not for whom I came across. A fat girl came up to me...
Uh Oh. Anyone who knows the television show, Married with Children, should know where this is going. Willard was a professed fan of it.
WILLARD: She remembered who I was and what I yelled at her one time at a show years ago. How, I don't know. I was asked if I wouldn't mind hugging her in a picture. Now because you and I both know I'm a gentleman (pause)...I POLITELY asked her, "what part of I don't kiss babies or hug fat girls did you not understand?"
Destiny laughed at this. Willard did as well, while trying to continue his story.
WILLARD: She opened up the black hole she calls a mouth, sucked up some universe and had the audacity to call me a pig! Again, because of my respect for the larger, figure female, I asked "How could I be one, if you already have that trough covered?"
DESTINY: That's a terrible thing to say!
Willard gently kisses his wife on the head.
WILLARD: I’m kidding. I went out to go clear my head, get some air. I was feeling a little flat. After all, I can’t bask in winning our match for too long. Have to begin thinking about Return to Glory and Psychedelica. By the way, where are the little money vacuums? Don't they know who's making a special appearance?
1:30 pm
Dad? Dad? Daaaad? Daaaaddddyyy?
One by one in order of oldest to youngest went daughters Willard, two on each side of The Anarchist. Kristen was to his right, Autumn on the left. At the feet were the youngest of the brood. Playing with his hair was Destiny, as she always seemed fond of doing. What of he dear old Anarchist? Well he looked zoned out, staring straight ahead.
KRISTEN: Dad. Come on now. Do we honestly need to go through the theatrics? Hmm?
AUTUMN: Yeah Dad. We love you. You love us. So just love giving us our allowance, and we'll quit!
The older of the two were right up in his face, smiles beaming as wide as their muscles would allow. Nancy and Madeleine meanwhile have since begun playing amongst themselves. They were clearly the wisest of the four.
WILLARD: Oh ALRIGHT already!! But I hope you know that you, much like your Mom and the Government, are bleeding me dry.
And the acknowledgement that they had won soon took away the play of the twins, who now joined their sisters in a line. Hands outstretched. Willard glanced up as he stood. In each of their eyes he looked. Almost like a case study. Smiles and impatience were returned.
WILLARD: Before I go through with this monetary execution, allow me to recite these words to you.
KRISTEN (under her breath): Not the speech...Not the speech...Dad...
WILLARD: YES! The speech. If you would like my next one to be about this mysterious romance of yours, I can make this more exciting…
Kristen could do nothing but sigh and nod, knowing she was better just listening to what he had to say. No matter how repetitious it was.
WILLARD: In front of me are your hands. Not hands wanting money, but for my hand to make contact. Do you know what I do?
DESTINY AND THE KIDS (in unison): You ignore them because you aren't being paid to hi-five.
Willard nods approvingly to this.
WILLARD: Right. They may cheer me now. I may even like it. They get their worth by patting me as I walk by, like I asked for a massage. Someday I may just reach out and grant the requests like Make-A-Wish. Especially once Tha UnHoly Alliance win the PCW Tag Team Titles for a THIRD TIME!
His speech would go on for another five minutes, as the family remained standing. Waiting. Bored. So very bored.
WILLARD: So in conclusion, I would like to say that I love you all and that’s why Dad and Uncle Loccie WILL defeat Nathan Saniti and Kelli Starr!
They sighed with relief. Willard laughed with glee. Especially after attempting to put his hand down Destiny's shirt. He put them through the paces in return for what they all did. It wasn't about paying up. It wasn't about the fans and getting hi-fived on his way to the ring. No. It was in the name of FUN. Like this.
WILLARD: Uh, Kristen?
She turned around having just opened the front door. Neither of her feet had made it outside into the warm California sun.
KRISTEN: Yeah?
WILLARD: Mind telling me who your BOYFRIEND is? Mom's orders!
KRISTEN: What the...? MOOOM!!!
Willard raced out the door laughing. It had to be quick. There wasn't any truth to what he said, and Destiny was not going to take that one without a chase. Just as she ran after him, Loco and his family finally arrived. Just in time to see the show. And become part of it.
And then there was one: Psychedelica.
Congrats on your win at Trauma. You’re both accomplished competitors that I genuinely look forward to competing against. I have respect for you both and expect nothing but the very best to be brought. But you aren’t going to defeat us. I refuse to let it happen.
Mr. Saniti, allow me to ensure you that your magical illusions and trickery won't faze me; we're all a little mad here. You were fooled before by your partner, and subsequently lost your International title because of it. Yet, you continue to be a lap dog on a fool's mission. I have no interest in your ongoing war with The Black Hand, and do not come as an enemy. If you want the truth, I like your style. The same applies to Dollface. But ask yourself this: Can you REALLY trust Kelli?
Miss Starr, you get to pull double duty that night. Let's be honest, you're manipulating Nathan. Everyone but him knows it. It’s the same way that the Black Hand is manipulating you. I understand you have a goal to hold every title possible, but it's time to wake up little Susie. Because your quest to capture tag team gold is going to turn into a dead end. Maybe you'll have better luck against N-C-M. Although I strongly suspect he will take away your shiny accessory. Will you still have a purpose to your cohorts after losing twice in one night?
Like Alexa, Crazy Boy and The Nobodies, Psychedelica are mere pawns to our end game. The last two pieces on the board, waiting to be removed by the kings of tag team wrestling. It WILL happen. If you two wish to play Romeo and Juliet, have at it. Tha UnHoly Alliance will be the poison that coarses your veins, killing off the hope you have in becoming champions at Return to Glory.
So, Magic Man and Rainbow Brite. You can continue lying to each other and yourselves to your hearts content. I don’t actually care. Our crossroad to greatness is already in motion, as we will become three time tag team champions. See you soon...
July 24, 2015
11 a.m.
Willard was lying in bed, thinking about his next opponents. The internal dialogue in his head was no replacement for what reality was. Dollface and Saniti weren’t slouches by any stretch. His thoughts may sound cavalier, but if you were to hear him actually talk about it, Willard wasn’t taking the duo lightly. Tasting victory in his match had a way of rekindling what it was like to have in-ring success again. Currently he had the master bedroom to himself, as rays of sunlight beamed in through the partially open curtain to greet. Willard kept his eyes gently closed, a cool ice pack soaking the muscles on the back of his neck. That clothesline he received from Alexa Black, might as well have came with a banner that read WELCOME BACK. I wonder if John Sebastian is busy?
The effects of his solitude were broken, as a commotion was breaking out in the living room. Willard lifted his head up and gave the disturbance his full attention. He couldn’t quite make it out through his bedroom wall, but it sounded like his daughters were up to no good. With a half smile, he got up off the bed and exited the room, heading directly to the line of fire. Standing back, Willard observed his twin antagonists, also known as Madeleine and Nancy, skipping around their older sister, Kristen. The look on her face was pure Kodak moment, but the girls were having fun it seemed. Just at her expense.
”KRISTEN HAS A BOYFRIEND!” is what the little dev…darlings were chanting. Kristen’s face was a shade of red seen predominantly in those who feel embarrassed. Her cries of “MOM! MAKE THEM STOP!” went unheard. So it seemed. With no Destiny in sight, Willard stepped in to take action. Taking hold of a hand from each twin, he circled around his eldest with them.
”KRISTEN HAS A BOYFRIEND!” they all exclaimed with glee. Maddy and Nancy enjoyed the extra partner and interaction. Kristen used her brunette hair to cover her face the best she could, screaming for MOM to come to her rescue once again. Willard broke free of the pack, electing instead to hug her from behind. You know, just in case Mom did hear it this time. The twins however, continued to tease their big sister.
WILLARD: It’s ok sweetheart. Daddy knows it isn’t true!
Finally Destiny emerged from the background, inserting her parenting skills by having Maddy and Nancy stop. They giggled and ran away, just as Kristen broke free of her dad’s arms, immediately running to mom for comfort. Destiny comforted her and laughed to herself. She had heard everything, but decided to let it play out.
WILLARD: Oh I see how it is. When you were a little girl, you would always run to me! Traitor!
DESTINY: She ran to me because you joined in.
WILLARD: I was defending her in her time of need!
Willard slaps his hands together for effect. Destiny laughed at the joking. Kristen was as well, but still showed signs of blushing. Willard began to head for the front door, but was stopped by his wife.
DESTINY: Where are you going? Johnny and the family are coming to visit.
Willard looked back and gave a laugh that could only be described as sounding like Mr. Belding from Saved By The Bell. Kristen has since moved from her mom, her face projecting that of beaming happiness. Perhaps there was something to the teasing after all…
WILLARD: Well then. If Slater does arrive before I return, tell him I went to The Max and will be right back.
Blowing a kiss to Destiny, Willard was out of the house, and likely his mind. Kristen meanwhile was glaring out a window, daydreaming over a certain someone…
KRISTEN: Mom…I think I’m in love.
12:30 p.m.
The front door swings wide open, as Willard stepped inside of his home, returning back from his random errand. His brown hair was tied into a tight ponytail. He wore a white t-shirt with print featuring rocker Billy Idol on the front. The shirt hung loose above faded, torn blue jeans. His tattoos were pieces bearing the names of his family. Soon, a tag team championship would be around his waist, hugging him like one of his loved ones.
WILLARD: DADDY'S HOME!
Closing the door, Willard struts by memorabilia of his wrestling career. He enters the living room, noticing the TV is off, the couch is empty and all seems quiet. Stopping at this sight and surveying his home, a nod with a slight smile creeps on his face. Before another step is taken, the harmony is shattered by the running footsteps of Destiny.
DESTINY: Jase!
It was a disgusting display. She ran to him, arms outstretched looking for a hug. With a quick spin move, Willard run slides towards his television set, hugging that instead of his wife. Not amused by this, the joy that had been on Destiny's face has now been replaced with annoyance. Her auburn hair is in a French braid. Not much can be said of her clothing, just basic wear consisting of violet and black in the color department. You know, supporting TUHA and what have you.
WILLARD: Daddy missed you! Hey, let's say tonight you show something good, ok? Otherwise the wife may think that she has something good, and that I want to see it.
He slowly looks towards her.
WILLARD: And that show was cancelled years ago...
Destiny comes over and grabs her husband up by his right ear. There were alternating points of laughter, and OW's as he rose to his feet. Spun around to face her, Destiny first got the hug she wanted and followed it up with a rather passionate kiss. She pulls away, gently patting his face with a wink.
DESTINY: No dear. That's still primetime. It's what you do in the bedroom that has seen better days.
The score became Destiny, one and The Anarchist, zero.
Willard laughed her joke off the best he could, offering up nothing in reply. It was a smart move that all husbands and future husbands should probably pull out of the playbook more often. Destiny led her hubby to the couch, having him park it as she sits right up against him on the left. She wraps her arms around him, using his shoulder as a pillow.
DESTINY: So let's try this again, babe. Where did you go?
Jason with tongue planted firmly in cheek...
WILLARD: Well my little battle-axe, I went for a walk. It was actually good. For me at least, not for whom I came across. A fat girl came up to me...
Uh Oh. Anyone who knows the television show, Married with Children, should know where this is going. Willard was a professed fan of it.
WILLARD: She remembered who I was and what I yelled at her one time at a show years ago. How, I don't know. I was asked if I wouldn't mind hugging her in a picture. Now because you and I both know I'm a gentleman (pause)...I POLITELY asked her, "what part of I don't kiss babies or hug fat girls did you not understand?"
Destiny laughed at this. Willard did as well, while trying to continue his story.
WILLARD: She opened up the black hole she calls a mouth, sucked up some universe and had the audacity to call me a pig! Again, because of my respect for the larger, figure female, I asked "How could I be one, if you already have that trough covered?"
DESTINY: That's a terrible thing to say!
Willard gently kisses his wife on the head.
WILLARD: I’m kidding. I went out to go clear my head, get some air. I was feeling a little flat. After all, I can’t bask in winning our match for too long. Have to begin thinking about Return to Glory and Psychedelica. By the way, where are the little money vacuums? Don't they know who's making a special appearance?
1:30 pm
Dad? Dad? Daaaad? Daaaaddddyyy?
One by one in order of oldest to youngest went daughters Willard, two on each side of The Anarchist. Kristen was to his right, Autumn on the left. At the feet were the youngest of the brood. Playing with his hair was Destiny, as she always seemed fond of doing. What of he dear old Anarchist? Well he looked zoned out, staring straight ahead.
KRISTEN: Dad. Come on now. Do we honestly need to go through the theatrics? Hmm?
AUTUMN: Yeah Dad. We love you. You love us. So just love giving us our allowance, and we'll quit!
The older of the two were right up in his face, smiles beaming as wide as their muscles would allow. Nancy and Madeleine meanwhile have since begun playing amongst themselves. They were clearly the wisest of the four.
WILLARD: Oh ALRIGHT already!! But I hope you know that you, much like your Mom and the Government, are bleeding me dry.
And the acknowledgement that they had won soon took away the play of the twins, who now joined their sisters in a line. Hands outstretched. Willard glanced up as he stood. In each of their eyes he looked. Almost like a case study. Smiles and impatience were returned.
WILLARD: Before I go through with this monetary execution, allow me to recite these words to you.
KRISTEN (under her breath): Not the speech...Not the speech...Dad...
WILLARD: YES! The speech. If you would like my next one to be about this mysterious romance of yours, I can make this more exciting…
Kristen could do nothing but sigh and nod, knowing she was better just listening to what he had to say. No matter how repetitious it was.
WILLARD: In front of me are your hands. Not hands wanting money, but for my hand to make contact. Do you know what I do?
DESTINY AND THE KIDS (in unison): You ignore them because you aren't being paid to hi-five.
Willard nods approvingly to this.
WILLARD: Right. They may cheer me now. I may even like it. They get their worth by patting me as I walk by, like I asked for a massage. Someday I may just reach out and grant the requests like Make-A-Wish. Especially once Tha UnHoly Alliance win the PCW Tag Team Titles for a THIRD TIME!
His speech would go on for another five minutes, as the family remained standing. Waiting. Bored. So very bored.
WILLARD: So in conclusion, I would like to say that I love you all and that’s why Dad and Uncle Loccie WILL defeat Nathan Saniti and Kelli Starr!
They sighed with relief. Willard laughed with glee. Especially after attempting to put his hand down Destiny's shirt. He put them through the paces in return for what they all did. It wasn't about paying up. It wasn't about the fans and getting hi-fived on his way to the ring. No. It was in the name of FUN. Like this.
WILLARD: Uh, Kristen?
She turned around having just opened the front door. Neither of her feet had made it outside into the warm California sun.
KRISTEN: Yeah?
WILLARD: Mind telling me who your BOYFRIEND is? Mom's orders!
KRISTEN: What the...? MOOOM!!!
Willard raced out the door laughing. It had to be quick. There wasn't any truth to what he said, and Destiny was not going to take that one without a chase. Just as she ran after him, Loco and his family finally arrived. Just in time to see the show. And become part of it.