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"Mystery" Whatever
Topic Started: Feb 15 2011, 04:04 PM (121 Views)
BBD
"Beautiful"
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– Lorelai –

I’m filled with so much excitement as I stand there looking up at my mommy with the phone pushed up against her ear. It’s not very often she agrees to let me call my daddy, but it’s been so long since I’ve heard from him, I miss his voice. Plus, I think she got tired of listening to me pestering her about calling him, she’s had so much to deal with lately, I feel kind of bad being a pest but I miss him so much.

My ears perk up as I hear her say into the phone, “Yeah, it’s me… Yes, Laurie… Yes, I know what time it is, it’s past noon for you, you lazy ass!”

Uh oh, mommy and daddy never really got along too well. I don’t know why they don’t still love each other but mommy says daddy did some very bad things to her so she had to leave. Now she’s with Daddy Richie, but mommy says Daddy Richie is worse than daddy ever was.

“Listen, I’m not calling you to go through this crap Robert.” Mommy calls out with a sigh of frustration. “Lorelai wants to talk. Here she is.”

Mommy, after putting on her fake smile, looks down at me and hands the phone to me. She says, “You’ve got ten minutes honey, after that we’ve got to say goodbye and get ready for dinner okay?”

“Okay mommy.” I say with a smile as I reach up and snatch the phone from her hand. Giddy and overjoyed I’m practically jumping in place as I put the phone up to my ear, the mouth set so far below my mouth as I’m still just too small. “Daddy!?”

“Baby girl!” my Daddy calls out with as much joy as I’ve got. “I miss you so much honey!”

“I miss you too daddy!” I say, noticing the sadness in his voice. “Mommy says I can come stay with you in a few weeks. But she says only if I’m really good in school.”

“Are you doing good in school?” he asks sweetly.

“Yes.” I say softly.

“Good!” he says back. “I can’t wait to see you baby girl. We’ll be sure to have lots of fun. Maybe we can paint Uncle Roscoe’s face again when he’s sleeping?”

I giggle thinking back to the time Uncle Roscoe, who’s not really my uncle, fell asleep and me and daddy painted his face with lipstick and makeup. Uncle Roscoe didn’t look too happy when he woke up, but Daddy and I laughed so hard. “Okay!” I say with a giggle. “Daddy Richie and Mommy are fighting a lot.” I don’t know why I tell Daddy this but I feel so bad to see Mommy so sad.

“Oh? What’s wrong with mommy and Richard?” he asks me.

“I don’t know.” I answer honestly. “I just hear them screaming a lot…”

I want to tell Daddy how I was lying under the bed in their room one night when Daddy Richie hit Mommy but before I can say anything Mommy comes walking back into the room, pointing at her watch.

“Mommy is saying I have to go now.” I say sadly. “I love you Daddy!”

“I love you too baby.” He says back. “I’m thinking about you every day sweetheart. Be sure to be extra good for Mommy and maybe she’ll let you come stay with me extra long.”

“Okay!” I say with enthusiasm. “Bye bye daddy!”

“Bye bye babe.” He calls out but I can’t hear him because mommy grabbed the phone from my hand and hung it up without saying anything more to him.

“Come on honey, dinner is ready.” Mommy says with a bit of sadness in her eyes.

Walking into the dinning room, I climb into my chair and begin to eat dinner as Mommy sits down and Daddy Richie comes walking in, a bottle of his favorite Juice in his hand. I’m not allowed to drink Daddy Richie’s Juice, Mommy says it’s bad for little girls and boys. Plus, I noticed when he drinks his Juice, he gets angry at mommy and me.

I miss my daddy…

– Bobby Dean –

“Bye bye babe…” I say into the phone, but hear the phone click before I can get it all out in time. Rolling over onto my back I begin to rub the palms of my hands deep into my eye sockets. Thoughts of my beautiful little princess play through my mind as I can’t help but lay there and smile.

“I know that look, and I told you…” Reaper says threateningly. “If I see you fopping it again while I’m in the room, I’ll cut it off!”

“Nah man,” I say somberly as I roll out of bed into a seated position on the edge. “I’m good.”

Reaper stops, looks at me, confused at the lack of insult. Nothing about his one eye or his surly attitude, or the fact that he’s an asshole. I smile back at his look and rise to my feet, heading towards the bathroom.

“You alright?” Reaper asks as I close the door behind me.

Opening the door and peeking my head out I smile a genuine smile back at him, “Yeah man, couldn’t be better.” Closing the door I go through the motions of showering and getting ready for the day, minus the fact that the day is technically past halfway over.

An hour later I find myself at the deserted GoodFellas Arena amidst the number of eerily quiet and empty seats. Standing in front of me as if he were in the military standing at attention is Valentino Fiasco, my student. Not by choice.

“Okay, so here’s how it’s going to go down.” I begin to say, standing in front of him in a pair of blue jeans, a BBD specially designed t-shirt, baby blue in color, and a pair of sunglasses on my face. The lights in the arena are off except for the lone spotlight shining down in the center of the ring. It’s a bit ghostly but it’s enough light to warrant our training. “You’ll do what I say, when I say, and if I hear one complaint you can tell your Uncle to fuck off. Got me?”

This kid smiles down at me, not in a friendly way either. More like a menacing, I’m going to cut your throat kind of way. But other than that he stands there in silence looking at me so I continue. “First rule is, I’m “Beautiful” Bobby fucking Dean and if you don’t know, I’m sort of a big deal around these parts. Three time Tag Team Champion, International Champion, Las Vegas Champion, and Number One Contender to the World Title…”

The kid finally speaks up, only to interrupt me as he says, “Former.”

“What!?” I ask confused and annoyed at the interruption.

“Former.” He reiterates. “You’re the former International Champion, the former Las Vegas Champion, and the former Number One Contender to the World title.”

“That’s beyond the point.” I stutter back in a lame response. “Fact of the matter is I’m “Beautiful” Bobby…”

He interrupts me once more with, “fucking Dean. Yeah, I get it. You’re a “big deal” around here and I’m nothing. Right?”

“Exactly!” I say, completely missing the sarcasm dripping in his voice. “Now, I’ve got a pretty important match coming up against two other teams. Normally I wouldn’t really care, but one of the teams has the ever elusive “mystery partner” involved.”

I can see the look of confusion and dumb struck displayed on his face so I explain, “You see, in this business, anytime you involve a “mystery” whatever, be it opponent, partner, referee, owner, etc. etc. etc., you have to realize that they’ll have the upper hand.” Again his look of ignorance greets me so with a sigh I continue on. “A “mystery” whatever goes into a match with mystique, thus why they call it “mystery.” I say with a smile. “They’ve got the fans chirping, wondering who it could be; the dirt sheets talking, hyping up all of the possibilities. Could it be the recently fired Raven or Juliana Torres? Or could it be Mike Polowy or should I say, Mike Best, as he is now known by? Could it be “Cool” Cancer Jiles, or Steve Harrison? The possibilities are endless considering the long reach of the sVo.

“Which let me just inform you right now for future reference, if I see you refer to the sVo as the SvO, I will flay you with one of Reaper’s razor wired dildos. Don’t ask me why Reaper carries around a razor-wired dildo or just how many he has, because that guy is a sick “bastage”, yeah I know, I don’t really know what it means either, but the fact remains, I’ll hurt you if I ever see SvO from you! Got me?”

He nods, not much of a conversationalist but I’m Bobby Dean, I can carry on a conversation with a brick wall if I had to.

“So, where was I?” I ask myself. “Oh yeah, the ever elusive “mystery” partner is going to be a thorn in my side. You see, Roscoe and I are the best tag team in sVo, again NOT SvO, history. But El Locon has stacked the odds by including a Mystery player. Could we see a repeat of Night / Fullham vs. Beautiful Shame? Where a pair of guys who’ve got no ties to one another, no allegiance to one another, get together to form a tag team on the sole purpose of stealing our thunder?”

My mind takes me back to that fateful day but I growl and force those thoughts away as I look Valentino up and down.

“I don’t understand why you’re here or why your Uncle wants me to train you, but I guess if I’ve got to train you, we’ll do it the Bobby Dean way.” I say with a mischievous smirk. “Your first order of duty is to go and get me a bottle of Jack Daniels from the bar.”

The look on his face is priceless, as his mouth drops and his eyes grow wide. But I’m not done as I continue, “Once you bring that to me, I’m going to need you to go and pick up my dry cleaning, my robe is being redone as some fans threw cheap stale beer on it last weekend! Unruly ingrates! Then after that I need to run to the marketing department, I hear my shirts are all out of stock and I want to see what my royalties check will look like. Got that?”

Valentino looks aghast, but reluctantly nods his head. In his mind, he’s thinking back to his Uncle warning him about “paying your dues” little does he or Julian Fiasco know, I’m a prick who’s just found a new manservant.

Hours later I find myself walking down the hall towards the marketing department of the sVo. The wall is lined with framed t-shirts, anything from the classic sVo logo, to the one for Night, Ethan Rider and even one for a guy like Reaper. I stop in front of a frame with a new blue t-shirt, the same spot where my old t-shirt resided. Smiling to myself I think, “It’s about time BBD got a new t-shirt design!” But my eyes go wide, my jaw slacks open and my breath is hard to come by as I look at the new t-shirt and see that it is not a new BBD shirt. Heck it’s not even an old BBD shirt, it’s one for the newcomer Sara Pettis.

I knew Sara Pettis, she and I have exchanged words through Twitter, I think she secretly wants my Beauty Sauce in her mouth, but she claims to not like the taste… An unlikely story as every woman I’ve talked to, has told me they love it. Of course, when they’re looking at a hand filled with the face of Benjamin Franklin, they’ll say just about anything.

Storming into the Marketing office, Valentino, lazily on my heels, I walk right up to the desk of the head of the department, a Lacy Stonewall. She smiles sensing my approach but when she looks up from her desk and sees me standing there, her smile fades. A common effect I have on women, apparently.

“What can I do for you today Bobby?” she asks with a forced sweetness in her tone.

“Where’s my shirt?” I demand, about to slam my fist on the desk but suddenly I remember that doing that always ends up hurting me more than it does the desk. So , I turn to Valentino and motion to the desk with my eyes. He rolls his eyes and casually steps forward, hitting the desk with his fist apathetically.

Lucy looks at Valentino and smiles, a genuine smile that once again fades when her eyes turn back to me. “They’re gone.”

“You mean sold out?” I ask happily.

“No.” she says deadpanning back. “Gone.”

“What do you mean?” I ask stupidly.

“No one was buying them, we’ve got an overstock of them and needed to make room for the new comers like Sara Pettis, Loki Synn, and the returning, unmasked Night.” She says informing me. “You wouldn’t believe how quick his shirts have sold since Showdown on Sunday!”

“Well, where are all my shirts?” I ask fighting back the tears. “And my royalty check?”

“Goodwill.” She says as she turns to her computer, clicks on her mouse a few times then looks back up at me with a smile of pure joy. I smile, thinking she’s got the sudden hots for me but she dashes those thoughts when she says, “You owe us, six hundred and ninety nine dollars.”

“What!?” I scream out in confusion and shock. “The hell I do!”

“Yeah, we had to hire some people to handle the moving of your shirts to Goodwill. Then we had to pay the Goodwill to take the shirts, you see, even Goodwill didn’t want them…” she said with too much joy and happiness in her voice. “So will you be paying by credit or check?”


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