Post by The Anarchist on May 26, 2018 13:36:08 GMT -5
“I feel like a convoy of eighteen-wheelers just ran over me. With every single wheel inflicting maximum damage.”
AFTERMATH
That was mildly putting it as Seromine explains the punishment dished out from Darren “Monster” Silvaira. It was the only thing he managed to say before falling asleep on the flight back to California. She had saved his ass on this show. Seromine knew the big man was going to be a tall mountain to climb. He expected to have his body fraught with punishment as his body absorbed the kind that only giants can dish out.
It sucked and was the price paid to advance to the semi-finals of the Icemann Invitational Tournament. Seromine wasn’t a spring chicken anymore. It didn’t matter how great of shape his near forty year old body was in. He had been in the business for two decades. Wear and tear comes with the territory. But as one gets older, they feel it more. They don’t bounce back as fast. As a professional wrestler, however, they just keep chugging along to the next collision course.
Destiny saw her opportunity to make her presence felt. She had remembered Nathan Saniti’s flagrant use of those God damn poison dipped hatpins. The drugged effect one fell under as their body lost all control. She packed a pair of them, having saved each from one of the encounters her husband had with the now retired magician. They learned a trick or two from him after all. Silvaira was closing in on putting an end to Seromine in the tournament. It was going to be HE who moved on to face Gabriel.
Until it wasn’t. The “Monster” never knew what pricked him. The 7’2” Brazilian fell like a mighty redwood and the rest from there was academic. With him in the rear view mirror, they could turn their attention to the next challenge.
It was well after midnight before the American Airlines flight into LAX arrived on time. Traveling on the 1-105 going east lead them to the 1-5 going south into the city limits of Anaheim. The drive under the right conditions took an estimated forty minutes. But who’s counting?
“Do you want me to drive?” Destiny asked with more alertness than her husband.
Seromine stretched after putting their bags into the trunk of the car. “Rock, Paper, Scissors?” His humor was still alive and well. Destiny smiled as she got into the drivers seat. Seromine took the passenger side and the two were soon off for home.
HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS
The sun was bright as can be as it hung high amongst the skies of blue. Not a single cloud was to be seen, but there was plenty of time for them to appear. On their days off, Seromine and Destiny typically could be found at home. Neither were much for outside interaction and unless there was a reason to go out into the world, they stayed happily indoors. Their children were more sociable and often bustled in and out of the house until it was time to come in for the night.
“I feel like a herd of elephants just trampled over me.”
“From eighteen-wheelers to elephants, huh?”
“Yes. Good thing elephants can’t drive them...”
Destiny laughed at the mental picture of that being a thing. Seromine himself found amusement, but it was more subdued. The children were out doing their own thing with their friends. It WAS the weekend after all. Anything had to be better than being around mom and dad, including, but not limited to, watching grass grow and paint dry. The lovebirds were currently still being held hostage in bed. A negotiation was underway about taking a shower (could be separate, could be together) and maybe a trip into the heart of the city later.
“And then there were four...”
Destiny rests her head against Seromine’s shoulder while moving her body close to his. Gently, his right arm finds itself just under her shoulders as he embraces her affection. “Just two more wins, hun. Two more wins stand between me and glory.”
“Who are you going to challenge once you win?”
“There are only two titles I’ve never held in the company. One of them, I never will. The Underground is not my scene. If others want to jump into the fire and burn to death, that’s their business. So Dominator won’t have to worry about me taking his title.”
“Only the possibility of losing to you in the final, heh!”
“Just what I want. ANOTHER giant to toss me around like a fucking rag doll. We’ll just have to wait and see if the so-called ‘Hangtown Horror’ can slay him. Grimm is going to be his toughest challenge since stepping foot in PCW. If I had it MY way, they would beat the hell out of each other to the point neither could continue. That would leave only one hurdle...”
“About that. We really need...”
“Michaels. Justin Michaels. He likes to carry around the International Title as a reminder that I lost it to him (him being Saniti). Stormm is doing it out of spite! I’ve defeated him several times. So he decides to go on and rub in my face that I couldn’t take the North American from Nathaniel when I had the chance to! I remember that damn night. Saniti was going to be crucified for the second time!”
“Babe?”
“But no. When I beat him in our two out of three falls match, he was too scared to put the title on the line! You know what happened the next time he defended it?”
“Um, yeah! I was there with you. Remember?”
Destiny sat up in bed. Her left hand found its way to the side of his face. He continued ranting about his former nemesis as she turned his head around. “He broke his damn neck against Gabriel!”
Destiny took action. Lifting the covers just slightly off her body, she shifts so that she now straddled him. Her right index finger finds his lips. Cooing softly with underlying seduction, “Shh, that’s enough about him.” A soft embrace transitioned to his neck.
“Ouch!”
A love bite before rolling off. “I thought that would get your attention!”
Seromine races his right hand below her waist. She crosses her legs to block things from spiraling into ecstasy. “Nuh uh uh!” There was a time for intercourse. They enjoyed these sorts of teases. This wasn’t the moment for anything past that. She wanted his undivided attention.
“We need to talk about Gabriel. I mean, really talk about him.”
Seromine sighed with disappointment, but knew she was right. Sooner or later they would have to cross that bridge. No sense in trying to put off the reality that would soon face them.
“We knew that this could happen.” he started “And it has. Gabriel knows the right thing to do. Don’t worry about him. It’s the winner of Grimm and Dominator that we should focus on.”
“No, Jason. Gabriel is a threat.”
It was as if the easy going mood were dropped on its head. Seeping out of the shattered pieces of harmony was this insidious aura that something wasn’t right. Seromine pulled himself upright. His adrenaline was starting to race. “Let’s talk.”
“There was something different about him, babe. I could see it in his eyes.”
“What do you mean?”
“I studied him. I watched his every move. He was gripping that steel chair as tight as he could. He looked at the dents that were put there...”
Destiny makes a repeated gesture of the chair being slammed over and over into his back. “CRACK...CRACK...CRACK...” she whispers after each. Like the moment was being relived in slow motion. Seromine watched intently.
“He thought long and hard about returning the favor...” her head turns to him. “Not because of your offer. But out of pure revenge!”
She looks away, “Someone has been in his ear.”
Seromine could see she was serious. He could feel the undercurrent of animosity beginning to bubble to the surface from her.
“Gabriel isn’t foolish enough to try anything. He...” Seromine was forced to pause and consider what was being told to him. Destiny was always his voice of reason and would never lie. If people thought crossing him was a bad idea, crossing her was a death sentence. “We saved him from the brink of career suicide as Rick Majors, though!”
Destiny looked as if she wants to shake some sense into her husband.
“We gave him a new lease as Gabriel! He...” Seromine stopped in disbelief. His head was spinning. She had him rattled about the possible naked truth. There was always the possibility of this being a way to fire him up for the match. He didn’t need further motivation. But an extra dose never hurt.
However, she WAS able to watch for his decision to be made. This time Destiny didn’t remain quiet. Picking up where he left off, “is going to stab you in the back! Gabriel is becoming Rick Majors again!”
She pulls Seromine’s gaze towards her. Their foreheads touch one another. Destiny had his left hand over her heart while she does the same to his. “I don’t trust him...and neither should you.”
Seromine’s eyes closed. He was processing. Contemplating what he would do to Gabriel when the bell rang. He intended to put down his remaining follower. There were one hundred thousand reasons to do so.
But only one really mattered.
AFTERMATH
That was mildly putting it as Seromine explains the punishment dished out from Darren “Monster” Silvaira. It was the only thing he managed to say before falling asleep on the flight back to California. She had saved his ass on this show. Seromine knew the big man was going to be a tall mountain to climb. He expected to have his body fraught with punishment as his body absorbed the kind that only giants can dish out.
It sucked and was the price paid to advance to the semi-finals of the Icemann Invitational Tournament. Seromine wasn’t a spring chicken anymore. It didn’t matter how great of shape his near forty year old body was in. He had been in the business for two decades. Wear and tear comes with the territory. But as one gets older, they feel it more. They don’t bounce back as fast. As a professional wrestler, however, they just keep chugging along to the next collision course.
Destiny saw her opportunity to make her presence felt. She had remembered Nathan Saniti’s flagrant use of those God damn poison dipped hatpins. The drugged effect one fell under as their body lost all control. She packed a pair of them, having saved each from one of the encounters her husband had with the now retired magician. They learned a trick or two from him after all. Silvaira was closing in on putting an end to Seromine in the tournament. It was going to be HE who moved on to face Gabriel.
Until it wasn’t. The “Monster” never knew what pricked him. The 7’2” Brazilian fell like a mighty redwood and the rest from there was academic. With him in the rear view mirror, they could turn their attention to the next challenge.
It was well after midnight before the American Airlines flight into LAX arrived on time. Traveling on the 1-105 going east lead them to the 1-5 going south into the city limits of Anaheim. The drive under the right conditions took an estimated forty minutes. But who’s counting?
“Do you want me to drive?” Destiny asked with more alertness than her husband.
Seromine stretched after putting their bags into the trunk of the car. “Rock, Paper, Scissors?” His humor was still alive and well. Destiny smiled as she got into the drivers seat. Seromine took the passenger side and the two were soon off for home.
HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS
The sun was bright as can be as it hung high amongst the skies of blue. Not a single cloud was to be seen, but there was plenty of time for them to appear. On their days off, Seromine and Destiny typically could be found at home. Neither were much for outside interaction and unless there was a reason to go out into the world, they stayed happily indoors. Their children were more sociable and often bustled in and out of the house until it was time to come in for the night.
“I feel like a herd of elephants just trampled over me.”
“From eighteen-wheelers to elephants, huh?”
“Yes. Good thing elephants can’t drive them...”
Destiny laughed at the mental picture of that being a thing. Seromine himself found amusement, but it was more subdued. The children were out doing their own thing with their friends. It WAS the weekend after all. Anything had to be better than being around mom and dad, including, but not limited to, watching grass grow and paint dry. The lovebirds were currently still being held hostage in bed. A negotiation was underway about taking a shower (could be separate, could be together) and maybe a trip into the heart of the city later.
“And then there were four...”
Destiny rests her head against Seromine’s shoulder while moving her body close to his. Gently, his right arm finds itself just under her shoulders as he embraces her affection. “Just two more wins, hun. Two more wins stand between me and glory.”
“Who are you going to challenge once you win?”
“There are only two titles I’ve never held in the company. One of them, I never will. The Underground is not my scene. If others want to jump into the fire and burn to death, that’s their business. So Dominator won’t have to worry about me taking his title.”
“Only the possibility of losing to you in the final, heh!”
“Just what I want. ANOTHER giant to toss me around like a fucking rag doll. We’ll just have to wait and see if the so-called ‘Hangtown Horror’ can slay him. Grimm is going to be his toughest challenge since stepping foot in PCW. If I had it MY way, they would beat the hell out of each other to the point neither could continue. That would leave only one hurdle...”
“About that. We really need...”
“Michaels. Justin Michaels. He likes to carry around the International Title as a reminder that I lost it to him (him being Saniti). Stormm is doing it out of spite! I’ve defeated him several times. So he decides to go on and rub in my face that I couldn’t take the North American from Nathaniel when I had the chance to! I remember that damn night. Saniti was going to be crucified for the second time!”
“Babe?”
“But no. When I beat him in our two out of three falls match, he was too scared to put the title on the line! You know what happened the next time he defended it?”
“Um, yeah! I was there with you. Remember?”
Destiny sat up in bed. Her left hand found its way to the side of his face. He continued ranting about his former nemesis as she turned his head around. “He broke his damn neck against Gabriel!”
Destiny took action. Lifting the covers just slightly off her body, she shifts so that she now straddled him. Her right index finger finds his lips. Cooing softly with underlying seduction, “Shh, that’s enough about him.” A soft embrace transitioned to his neck.
“Ouch!”
A love bite before rolling off. “I thought that would get your attention!”
Seromine races his right hand below her waist. She crosses her legs to block things from spiraling into ecstasy. “Nuh uh uh!” There was a time for intercourse. They enjoyed these sorts of teases. This wasn’t the moment for anything past that. She wanted his undivided attention.
“We need to talk about Gabriel. I mean, really talk about him.”
Seromine sighed with disappointment, but knew she was right. Sooner or later they would have to cross that bridge. No sense in trying to put off the reality that would soon face them.
“We knew that this could happen.” he started “And it has. Gabriel knows the right thing to do. Don’t worry about him. It’s the winner of Grimm and Dominator that we should focus on.”
“No, Jason. Gabriel is a threat.”
It was as if the easy going mood were dropped on its head. Seeping out of the shattered pieces of harmony was this insidious aura that something wasn’t right. Seromine pulled himself upright. His adrenaline was starting to race. “Let’s talk.”
“There was something different about him, babe. I could see it in his eyes.”
“What do you mean?”
“I studied him. I watched his every move. He was gripping that steel chair as tight as he could. He looked at the dents that were put there...”
Destiny makes a repeated gesture of the chair being slammed over and over into his back. “CRACK...CRACK...CRACK...” she whispers after each. Like the moment was being relived in slow motion. Seromine watched intently.
“He thought long and hard about returning the favor...” her head turns to him. “Not because of your offer. But out of pure revenge!”
She looks away, “Someone has been in his ear.”
Seromine could see she was serious. He could feel the undercurrent of animosity beginning to bubble to the surface from her.
“Gabriel isn’t foolish enough to try anything. He...” Seromine was forced to pause and consider what was being told to him. Destiny was always his voice of reason and would never lie. If people thought crossing him was a bad idea, crossing her was a death sentence. “We saved him from the brink of career suicide as Rick Majors, though!”
Destiny looked as if she wants to shake some sense into her husband.
“We gave him a new lease as Gabriel! He...” Seromine stopped in disbelief. His head was spinning. She had him rattled about the possible naked truth. There was always the possibility of this being a way to fire him up for the match. He didn’t need further motivation. But an extra dose never hurt.
However, she WAS able to watch for his decision to be made. This time Destiny didn’t remain quiet. Picking up where he left off, “is going to stab you in the back! Gabriel is becoming Rick Majors again!”
She pulls Seromine’s gaze towards her. Their foreheads touch one another. Destiny had his left hand over her heart while she does the same to his. “I don’t trust him...and neither should you.”
Seromine’s eyes closed. He was processing. Contemplating what he would do to Gabriel when the bell rang. He intended to put down his remaining follower. There were one hundred thousand reasons to do so.
But only one really mattered.