| {Coop} Cleaning Up The Shit | |
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| Gwauped Up | Dec 7 2010, 11:51 PM Post #1 |
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Don't you just hate it when you make a bet but it never follows up with it's procedure? That irks me more than someone chewing loudly making that spiteful smacking noise. One thing about a bet that I do like is when you win them you shut up the person that you've bet against. My bet My bet was that when me and Ethan Rider kill Beautiful Shame...that Clarissa English, Clive's daughter would have to do something that no woman would seek to do. It would irk her as much as she's irking me right now. I won though. Now she would have to come clean up this horse maneuver, and I was going to enjoy every minute of it. Which leads me to where I am now. Currently at Mr. Lovehart's horse stable I stood impatient waiting for Clarissa's arrival. She wanted to make the bet. Now she has to pay for her inaccurate betting abilities. As a man of my many words, I would've took her out on a gracious night on the town, but I don't have to. All I have to do is sit back and watch as she disguises me, while I look on laughing at her. "Is she coming?" I thought I was the only one tired of waiting. It seems Mr. Lovehart and his horses are ready for their stables to be cleaned by the soft hands of Clarissa also. It's a shame that she's standing me up right now. Taking a look at my watch I look at the time then looking back up at Mr. Lovehart. "I say give it a few more minutes. She should be here." "I hope she does. People don't want to come and see these horses smelling this disgusting aroma." if only he knew how much I was riding on this. Just the imaginative clips I have galloping through my thick brain are so amusing. "If she doesn't be here in a few...I'll clean your stables for you." a thought came to mind, and that thought was money. Mr. Lovehart has always let me come out here to the stable to show off to girls that riding these horses would be like riding me. I just had to suggest that to him. I wouldn't want to let him down when he opened the stable up for it's first time. "Fine. Ten minutes." disgruntled but calmly Mr. Lovehart jolts off to his mini trailer. The deep sigh I let out only means that I'm not really lenient on cleaning up these stables. I'm too purified for that. Reaching into my pocket the tip of my fingers reach my phone. Gathering it out of my pocket I glide my fingers through the keystroke dialing up Clarissa's number. Placing the phone to my ear I wait for the first instant peak of her voice. "Hey..." there's finally an answer. "Colt..." I mention after she ask who I am...but I slump my head releasing another sigh. "It was the voice mail." she got me with an ancient trick that repeatably stirs up the wrong volume for myself. The voice mail trick. For crying out loud...can't people just get over that joke? Since I've been a jit I've had to deal with this. Collectively I put my hands in my pocket with my head still slung low. I pace myself at a slow pace to Mr. Lovehart's trailer. The slower I walk the longer I can prolong time for a ring back from Clarissa. If I did grow some sort of minatory feelings for her. They have swept away ratherly quick. Digesting everything thoroughly through my head arises from it's invisible slang it seems to be in. Chewing up every aspect of what's about to happen is just to much for me to obtain. Guess I just have to get dirty for a man I have to give thanks to. My hand reaches out for the latch on Mr. Lovehart's trailer. As I do my phone vibrates in my pocket making me crack a little snicker. Grabbing the phone I look to see whose calling and you wouldn't have guess who it was. Clive. The angry grunt I let out only means I'm not so much into a phone conversation with him right now. Where is that damn daughter of his? "What Clive?" it wasn't the best of greetings. Through the other side of the phone I knew Clive's facial expression was more than suggestive. "So you weren't going to tell me about the little bet you and Clarissa made?" His voice sounding deeper than ever. As he was someone calling to torment me. "I would've but it seems your daughter isn't a man of her words." Their is no answer from Clive. It was a complete silence as we both thought on what I remarked. "You know what I meant." I'm hearing the sound of a woman wherever Clive may be, but from the air drifts you hear through the phone also it seems that if he's driving somewhere. "Where is she anyway?" I abruptly say. I've become complete angered with this tirade Clarissa's putting me on. In two hours Mr. Lovehart will be ready to open in...Two hours. She isn't here, and I don't want anything to do with cleaning up that shit. "She's right here." So she was the voice I heard through the phone. "Tell her to get her ass here now if she ever wants to park her butt in a seat to see me feast on all competition ever again." Not really thinking who I was talking too, I just had to let all of that out. I was so loud Mr. Lovehart cracked opened a window to yell out to me. "Quiet down. Dr. Phil is on." Still impatient I nod my head to show respect. In my ear I can hear Clive and Clarissa laughing though. This is not a laughing matter. "We're outside of the stable. Come open up the gates for us. Boiler head." Right now I'm feeling completely embarrassed. I was seconds away from cleaning up the maneuver, and the whole time she was on her way. For my defense she did take forever. Not only upsetting me, but Mr. Lovehart and his horses. "Oh...Ok." it sounded as if I couldn't get my mouth open to state that. Tightening my lips together and tucking them on the inside I walk to open up the gate to see Clive and Clarissa still laughing as they pass by in their jeep to park it. "Laugh all you want to. You still have to clean up that shit." I bite on my tongue to stop myself from uttering the wrong word. Instead I just keep it in my thoughts. Bitch Feels like a relief now that I've gotten that out. I strut my way back to the stable where Clive and Clarissa were getting gloves from Mr. Lovehart. I immediately rush toward the trio and grab the gloves that Mr. Lovehart was going to give Clive. "She does this own her own." Clive looks at her daughter whose expression is a I don't care look. I could tell she did though from the anguish she got when looking back at the horse who just got done letting out one of those globs of horse shit. Insisting her on I laugh as Clive looks at me like I'm the bad guy. Well, I am a bad guy, but this is going to be hilarious. She grabs a bucket that I hand her and gives me this beatful stare. My smirk on my face indicating that I don't care how deeply she tries to scorn me. "You're wrong for this." Clive pronounced. I wave him off with my hand and take a seat in my fold out chair. "Remember that you have all those stables down there too." I point out to every different stable their was. Clarissa slumps her shoulders, but this time Clive abutted a laugh. "Oh what the heck. Give me a chair." Mr. Lovehart hands him a fold out chair and he places it beside mines. Figured as we watch Clarissa ungracefully clean up this shit...I'd talk to Clive about some recent events. Of Course I'm talking about Showdown. "So...who do I have this week?" Clive just utters out another laughter. "You, Ethan Rider, and J.V.D are facing off against Rey Rosario, Chris Wrestling, and Canadian Crippler." He folds his legs together. Placing his folded hands inside of the little cupboard his legs made. "Those fools. I thought you was about to tell me something exclusive. Like I would have to worry about the competition this week." Well, at least I know I'll be gaining another victory this week. It won't be as sweet, but hey...it's a victory. "That's not the worst of it...you guys are opening up the show." I jump from the chair placing my hands on my hip. "You mean to tell me that the International Champion is opening up the show? Who in the hell booked this card?" Clive gives me an concerned look as I know and he knows who booked the card. "Ok..who in the hell thought that It would be nice I open up the show?" Again Clive's face is still concerned. "You still thinking on that?" Clive retorts. "Oh yeah." Taking my seat back in the chair I have yet another dumbfounded look displaying on my SvO featured face. Matt Anderson is the one who books these cards. My boss. My Company leader. What in the hell was he thinking when placing me in the opener? I'm no jobber. I'm Micheal Jordan to all these non conference ballers I have to be paired with. Then I thought...we're facing Rey Rosario, Chris Wrestling, and Canadian Crippler. I could see why he'd put us in the opener. Our competitors aren't worth being further in the card. Edited by Gwauped Up, Dec 8 2010, 12:43 AM.
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