Post by The Anarchist on May 28, 2018 4:38:42 GMT -5
It was Sunday night—The LORD’S night—which means it was time to preach! No audience was too big or too small to hear the might word of GOD.
“Matthew 10:34. Do not suppose that I have to come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword.”
Seromine was standing in the middle of his living room as he read another stirring selection from the Holy Bible. Perhaps it would make for another fine gift to Phinehas Grimm. No. Seromine thought that an act of selfishness. Why not spread the wealth and give one to Dominator? Grimm already got his when Seromine and Destiny occupied his press box. Yes, Dominator could in fact use the good book. It would have to be done sometime soon.
Years ago, Seromine had bought a few items that he saw on his favorite television show, Family Ties, to decorate the living room with. He was the only one in the home who would like such décor. A Victorian camelback sofa which Destiny was seated on presently. A Tiffany-style lamp. And elaborate swag curtains that blocked out the prying rays of sunlight. The moon was on better terms, but there was no need to have curtains pulled back at night. The world was ugly enough. No need to invite it into one’s line of sight when trying to enjoy their time at home. The items weren’t much, but they made him happy.
Seromine also owned the big orange couch that Nickelodeon had for SNICK, only it wasn’t for butts to sit on and bodies to lay across. It was to be admired. To be ooh’ed and aw’ed at. A remembrance of a time when the network mattered and everyone wanted to run the Double Dare obstacle course!
This is a lie. But it was a great piece of furniture.
“Where are those children?” Seromine grumbles. “I wanted them to hear what their father does on the television shows.”
Destiny smiles. “I’m pretty sure they already know, babe.”
Seromine nodded in agreement. “Yes, you’re probably right. Although this one was going to be really good. Ah well.”
Seromine clears his throat and returns to his ‘zone.’
“Brothers and Sisters! Time is fast approaching the conclusion of this tournament farce. And not a moment too soon! To the victor goes the spoils. But to whom will they go to? Grimm and Dominator have ulterior, sinful motives. They know not that all things should be brought unto GOD! Gabriel is unfortunately in my way. There is only ONE man who deserves to win this. And that is---”
Seromine and Destiny have their attention pulled over to the front door. The children have just walked in. What with all of their noise, noise, noise. Their colorful wardrobes. In the case of Kristen and Autumn, makeup styles. The twins were the biggest offender with their cheery dispositions. The four of them had gone out for some pizza. Seromine was forced out of character and into being a parent.
“My lovely daughters! How nice it is that you are back home safely.”
Kristen takes one look and groans. “Ugh, really? Dad. Lame alert. There are no cameras here. Or people to boo, outside of us. You don’t have to dress in your ring gear. In fact, it should be in the washing machine.”
As if he only had one pair of each garment.
“Wait a second. Preacher attire? The Bible? Dad is giving a sermon!” Autumn announces.
“Yes I am! One that you are all late for, I might add. Please. Have a seat. You haven’t missed much.”
“You look like the guy on the oatmeal box, Daddy!” Nancy chimes with a quick witted joke. Not bad for an eight-year-old. Everyone in the room had a laugh about that.
“Oh? Well the four of you are turning my hair the COLOR of the guy on the oatmeal box!”
Nancy and Seromine stick their tongues out at one another. Destiny moves as the children shuffle themselves over to the couch. They understandably would rather be doing something more productive with their time. Hearing their father rant like he were on one of the shows is counter. This was the first time he had ever asked them to sit in.
It would also be the last.
“Now then. Where was I?”
“You were going to say that you are the only one who deserves to win the tournament.”
“Oh, that’s right.” he clears his throat a second time.
“Having a problem with allergies?” Kristen asks.
“The season is bad for them this y---hey! Save all your questions until I finish. Unless you want your mother to question you about the status of your homework?”
“That’s not a bad idea, actually.” Destiny turns her head around to the squirming children. How quickly dropping the h-word gets them to straighten up and fly right. All of this of course was being presented with tongue firmly planted in cheek.
“Ok then. Like I was saying...”
Seromine gets back into character.
“There is only ONE man who deserves to win this. GOD put before me the test of a pirate and a Brazilian monster who now calls Oklahoma home. A state in the heart of the Bible Belt I might add! Now I get to face my messenger with a trip to the final on the line. I don’t care if I have to walk through HELLFIRE and GRIMMSTONE to win! I---
“Brimstone.”
The attention shifted to Autumn.
“What?”
“You meant to say Brimstone.”
Seromine and Destiny look at one another. She mouths what he actually said.
“That’s...what I said, Autumn. HELLFIRE and BRIMSTONE! I don’t care if I have to...” Seromine chuckles at his cover-up. “walk through hellfire...and brimstone.”
“Nice try. You said Grimmstone.”
“Oh yeah? Spell it!”
“G-R-I-M-S-T-O-N-E.”
“A-ha! And not the Norwegian 80s band.” Seromine blurts in a matter-of-factly sort of way. “You missed the extra m!”
“So you admit to you not saying brimstone after all? I rest my case, your honor!”
Autumn was quite proud of herself. Seromine remained quiet, but deep inside, he was finding all of this funny. “This sermon is over! Yadda yadda yadda, amen. You’re dismissed.”
“Thank you!” Kristen shouts jubilantly.
Destiny motions for Seromine to join her in the kitchen. He first gets out of his ring clothes, since he has his lounging attire on underneath. He puts his wide-brimmed hat on the head of Madeleine as she runs to hug him. “I love you too, sweetheart” he tells her following a kiss on the top of her head. Destiny gets and gives the same before she races to join her twin sister.
“They grow so fast.”
“Yes they do. Think I should tell them to stop?”
“Nah. We just need to have one more is all, heh.” Destiny shoots a wink at the end of that. They talked in the past about potentially having one last child. With his luck, it would be a fifth girl, further giving the XX gang another member. Seromine walks over to the refrigerator to grab an egg.
…
“Hey hun, look. Whitey Ford’s brain. Well, maybe not this big. But if it were cooking in a hot pan, it would be his brain on drugs.”
Destiny smirked at the association of the Hall of Famer and an old anti-drug commercial. “Whatever happened to that guy?”
“Ask Soul Asylum. If they ever re-did their music video for Runaway Train, his picture would be shown with a missing date of 10-15-17. The night I beat him AND Grimm, for the World Title!”
“Wait. Ford was at the most recent Icey Award show, wasn’t he?”
“Look-alike. Whitey is probably off smoking a bowl with Andy D in England, remembering how I sent both of them packing to rehab clinics. Pure Class Wrestling didn’t want bad publicity, so they found someone that looks like him. Probably contacted Johnny about that one.”
Seromine hadn’t forgot when his former tag team partner sent in a stunt double for the triple threat tag team Underground Title match in 2015. Whoever that was ended up taking the pin, costing him the chance to win the one title he swore he would never hold. Lucky him. He would have vacated it on the spot had he managed to secure victory. But that is neither here nor there.
“What am I doing in here, again?” Seromine asks in regard to being summoned into the kitchen.
“Making a joke at the expense of an early 90s rock song?”
“Well, yeah, there was that. Good song I might add!”
Destiny was indifferent about it. From the look on her face, there was something else on her mind.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry for yesterday. About...Gabriel. I just remember the failure of the followers. I got suspicious that if he saw that they were set free...you know?”
Seromine comes over to comfort her. “You have nothing to be sorry for. The followers were weaklings who provided nothing other than being glorified lumberjacks. Gabriel has proven himself true to our cause more than once. He has value. He has purpose. He may be my opponent for a night, but he isn’t our enemy.”
“With all of the forked tongues in the locker room, not to mention whoever he keeps company with in Canada, well, never mind.”
“Look at it like this. Regardless of who wins between us, GOD will be represented in the final. Then time will either march over Dominator, or Grimm will be returning to Kentucky to lick his wounds amongst the happy little trees and animals. Either way, we win.”
“Either one is going to be a tough draw. Dominator has yet to lose. Grimm we could talk on end about. At least you have experience facing him. Dominator could be a repeat of Darren. I don’t want that. I know you don’t want that.”
Seromine grimaces at the thought of Dominator’s overwhelming power. She was right in that he would prefer a showdown with Grimm, but he would be up for the challenge regardless of opponent. Just like any other match.
“I think tomorrow we’ll study everyone. Try and figure out a game plan. Gabriel should be our number one priority. After he is eliminated, we can take care of the other. Then we can decide what to do with the prize money.”
“Count it. DUH!” Destiny sarcastically replies. She starts to find his ticklish spots while girlishly repeating herself. He laughs through the soreness still being felt. “Count with me, babe. 1!”
“1.”
“2!”
“2.”
“3!!” she says with excitement.
He smiles at the sound of it all. “3.”
“The winner of the Icemann Invitational Tournament.” Destiny speaks in all seriousness. Her fingers interlace behind his neck. Her brown eyes meet his greens. Seromine only held a two inch height advantage on her. His arms wrap around her back. They whisper in unison “Seromine...” as their lips slowly race for one another. Eyes have begun to close…
“Get a motel room! Sheesh!”
Only for Kristen to walk in on the romance filling the kitchen, temporarily halting the matter as they boisterously laugh at the suggestion.
“Matthew 10:34. Do not suppose that I have to come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword.”
Seromine was standing in the middle of his living room as he read another stirring selection from the Holy Bible. Perhaps it would make for another fine gift to Phinehas Grimm. No. Seromine thought that an act of selfishness. Why not spread the wealth and give one to Dominator? Grimm already got his when Seromine and Destiny occupied his press box. Yes, Dominator could in fact use the good book. It would have to be done sometime soon.
Years ago, Seromine had bought a few items that he saw on his favorite television show, Family Ties, to decorate the living room with. He was the only one in the home who would like such décor. A Victorian camelback sofa which Destiny was seated on presently. A Tiffany-style lamp. And elaborate swag curtains that blocked out the prying rays of sunlight. The moon was on better terms, but there was no need to have curtains pulled back at night. The world was ugly enough. No need to invite it into one’s line of sight when trying to enjoy their time at home. The items weren’t much, but they made him happy.
Seromine also owned the big orange couch that Nickelodeon had for SNICK, only it wasn’t for butts to sit on and bodies to lay across. It was to be admired. To be ooh’ed and aw’ed at. A remembrance of a time when the network mattered and everyone wanted to run the Double Dare obstacle course!
This is a lie. But it was a great piece of furniture.
“Where are those children?” Seromine grumbles. “I wanted them to hear what their father does on the television shows.”
Destiny smiles. “I’m pretty sure they already know, babe.”
Seromine nodded in agreement. “Yes, you’re probably right. Although this one was going to be really good. Ah well.”
Seromine clears his throat and returns to his ‘zone.’
“Brothers and Sisters! Time is fast approaching the conclusion of this tournament farce. And not a moment too soon! To the victor goes the spoils. But to whom will they go to? Grimm and Dominator have ulterior, sinful motives. They know not that all things should be brought unto GOD! Gabriel is unfortunately in my way. There is only ONE man who deserves to win this. And that is---”
Seromine and Destiny have their attention pulled over to the front door. The children have just walked in. What with all of their noise, noise, noise. Their colorful wardrobes. In the case of Kristen and Autumn, makeup styles. The twins were the biggest offender with their cheery dispositions. The four of them had gone out for some pizza. Seromine was forced out of character and into being a parent.
“My lovely daughters! How nice it is that you are back home safely.”
Kristen takes one look and groans. “Ugh, really? Dad. Lame alert. There are no cameras here. Or people to boo, outside of us. You don’t have to dress in your ring gear. In fact, it should be in the washing machine.”
As if he only had one pair of each garment.
“Wait a second. Preacher attire? The Bible? Dad is giving a sermon!” Autumn announces.
“Yes I am! One that you are all late for, I might add. Please. Have a seat. You haven’t missed much.”
“You look like the guy on the oatmeal box, Daddy!” Nancy chimes with a quick witted joke. Not bad for an eight-year-old. Everyone in the room had a laugh about that.
“Oh? Well the four of you are turning my hair the COLOR of the guy on the oatmeal box!”
Nancy and Seromine stick their tongues out at one another. Destiny moves as the children shuffle themselves over to the couch. They understandably would rather be doing something more productive with their time. Hearing their father rant like he were on one of the shows is counter. This was the first time he had ever asked them to sit in.
It would also be the last.
“Now then. Where was I?”
“You were going to say that you are the only one who deserves to win the tournament.”
“Oh, that’s right.” he clears his throat a second time.
“Having a problem with allergies?” Kristen asks.
“The season is bad for them this y---hey! Save all your questions until I finish. Unless you want your mother to question you about the status of your homework?”
“That’s not a bad idea, actually.” Destiny turns her head around to the squirming children. How quickly dropping the h-word gets them to straighten up and fly right. All of this of course was being presented with tongue firmly planted in cheek.
“Ok then. Like I was saying...”
Seromine gets back into character.
“There is only ONE man who deserves to win this. GOD put before me the test of a pirate and a Brazilian monster who now calls Oklahoma home. A state in the heart of the Bible Belt I might add! Now I get to face my messenger with a trip to the final on the line. I don’t care if I have to walk through HELLFIRE and GRIMMSTONE to win! I---
“Brimstone.”
The attention shifted to Autumn.
“What?”
“You meant to say Brimstone.”
Seromine and Destiny look at one another. She mouths what he actually said.
“That’s...what I said, Autumn. HELLFIRE and BRIMSTONE! I don’t care if I have to...” Seromine chuckles at his cover-up. “walk through hellfire...and brimstone.”
“Nice try. You said Grimmstone.”
“Oh yeah? Spell it!”
“G-R-I-M-S-T-O-N-E.”
“A-ha! And not the Norwegian 80s band.” Seromine blurts in a matter-of-factly sort of way. “You missed the extra m!”
“So you admit to you not saying brimstone after all? I rest my case, your honor!”
Autumn was quite proud of herself. Seromine remained quiet, but deep inside, he was finding all of this funny. “This sermon is over! Yadda yadda yadda, amen. You’re dismissed.”
“Thank you!” Kristen shouts jubilantly.
Destiny motions for Seromine to join her in the kitchen. He first gets out of his ring clothes, since he has his lounging attire on underneath. He puts his wide-brimmed hat on the head of Madeleine as she runs to hug him. “I love you too, sweetheart” he tells her following a kiss on the top of her head. Destiny gets and gives the same before she races to join her twin sister.
“They grow so fast.”
“Yes they do. Think I should tell them to stop?”
“Nah. We just need to have one more is all, heh.” Destiny shoots a wink at the end of that. They talked in the past about potentially having one last child. With his luck, it would be a fifth girl, further giving the XX gang another member. Seromine walks over to the refrigerator to grab an egg.
…
“Hey hun, look. Whitey Ford’s brain. Well, maybe not this big. But if it were cooking in a hot pan, it would be his brain on drugs.”
Destiny smirked at the association of the Hall of Famer and an old anti-drug commercial. “Whatever happened to that guy?”
“Ask Soul Asylum. If they ever re-did their music video for Runaway Train, his picture would be shown with a missing date of 10-15-17. The night I beat him AND Grimm, for the World Title!”
“Wait. Ford was at the most recent Icey Award show, wasn’t he?”
“Look-alike. Whitey is probably off smoking a bowl with Andy D in England, remembering how I sent both of them packing to rehab clinics. Pure Class Wrestling didn’t want bad publicity, so they found someone that looks like him. Probably contacted Johnny about that one.”
Seromine hadn’t forgot when his former tag team partner sent in a stunt double for the triple threat tag team Underground Title match in 2015. Whoever that was ended up taking the pin, costing him the chance to win the one title he swore he would never hold. Lucky him. He would have vacated it on the spot had he managed to secure victory. But that is neither here nor there.
“What am I doing in here, again?” Seromine asks in regard to being summoned into the kitchen.
“Making a joke at the expense of an early 90s rock song?”
“Well, yeah, there was that. Good song I might add!”
Destiny was indifferent about it. From the look on her face, there was something else on her mind.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry for yesterday. About...Gabriel. I just remember the failure of the followers. I got suspicious that if he saw that they were set free...you know?”
Seromine comes over to comfort her. “You have nothing to be sorry for. The followers were weaklings who provided nothing other than being glorified lumberjacks. Gabriel has proven himself true to our cause more than once. He has value. He has purpose. He may be my opponent for a night, but he isn’t our enemy.”
“With all of the forked tongues in the locker room, not to mention whoever he keeps company with in Canada, well, never mind.”
“Look at it like this. Regardless of who wins between us, GOD will be represented in the final. Then time will either march over Dominator, or Grimm will be returning to Kentucky to lick his wounds amongst the happy little trees and animals. Either way, we win.”
“Either one is going to be a tough draw. Dominator has yet to lose. Grimm we could talk on end about. At least you have experience facing him. Dominator could be a repeat of Darren. I don’t want that. I know you don’t want that.”
Seromine grimaces at the thought of Dominator’s overwhelming power. She was right in that he would prefer a showdown with Grimm, but he would be up for the challenge regardless of opponent. Just like any other match.
“I think tomorrow we’ll study everyone. Try and figure out a game plan. Gabriel should be our number one priority. After he is eliminated, we can take care of the other. Then we can decide what to do with the prize money.”
“Count it. DUH!” Destiny sarcastically replies. She starts to find his ticklish spots while girlishly repeating herself. He laughs through the soreness still being felt. “Count with me, babe. 1!”
“1.”
“2!”
“2.”
“3!!” she says with excitement.
He smiles at the sound of it all. “3.”
“The winner of the Icemann Invitational Tournament.” Destiny speaks in all seriousness. Her fingers interlace behind his neck. Her brown eyes meet his greens. Seromine only held a two inch height advantage on her. His arms wrap around her back. They whisper in unison “Seromine...” as their lips slowly race for one another. Eyes have begun to close…
“Get a motel room! Sheesh!”
Only for Kristen to walk in on the romance filling the kitchen, temporarily halting the matter as they boisterously laugh at the suggestion.