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| Jay Wildman | Mar 13 2011, 03:51 AM Post #1 |
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In a retirement home
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OOC: Complete Shite. No excuses, just have to do better. It is a very rare instance indeed when I get invited to a formal event for something I believe in. So many times people assume wrestlers couldn't live without their spandex tights on, could function without their boots laced to their thighs or even had to walk around the area topless as to show off their muscles, or lack thereof in some cases. Sometime they didn't even bother to ask, just passed by me with invitation in hand to give to my brothers. They were always the popular ones; they got the women when no one thought they would, they got the free goods when no one else could get any and they even managed to con almost a thousand people out of their savings because they were just so good as what they did. My brothers were upset when I received an invitation in the mail to an event sponsored by the Pink Puppies Bath Sauce, a cheap rip off from the Bath Sauce used in a previous Showdown. Someone managed to get the formula from BBD when he wasn't looking and sold it to them for premium rights. Suffice to say, the sauce was altered a little and rechristened as a new product which sold like hotcakes and made the company millions in a few weeks. What can I say? BBD owed me, though I'm sure his lawyers would say otherwise. It isn't my fault he couldn't protect one simple formula with the damned partial mask over his face. But it wasn't so much the event I wanted to worry about more than the message I wanted to share with those people who took the risk and invested everything they had into making a product work. Most of the time the speeches are just horrible pats on the back which would make the Oscars look like the pining of a teenage girl. They were slanted on aggrandizing the best in the very worst of us all. I figured I should change this. "Your brothers are still in their room crying. They haven't stopped punching the walls and I think I heard Hugh scream at a pitcher of water because it dared to be empty. Something tells me this little shindig is upsetting them." Zyrah said as she put on her earrings. "Hugh usually yells at the water pitcher whether or not it's empty. I think it's his friend now, I've heard some rather in depth conversations between those two in the past few days." "Why are you so mean to your brothers? They've just wanted to help you ever since they showed up and you seem to be holding a childhood grudge against them." I straightened my tie for what seemed to be the fiftieth time today, never quite satisfied with the knot or the feel around my neck. Ties were once my thing, I wore one to the ring every time years ago because it was a requirement but now it seemed as if it were a ghost of my past trying to pull me down through the floor. I cleared my throat and watched Zyrah as she put on some lipstick, having a flashback to when Becky would do the same thing while prepping for another night on the town to leave a poor, unsuspecting soul a dried out husk. "I don't think I'm holding a grudge against them, I just want them to understand we aren't kids any longer. They lost it all more than a few times with some bad decision in their lives. They know what it's like and I need to remind them they aren't on the top anymore." "Don't forget, there used to be a time when you weren't on top either, champ. You drove yourself mad because you didn't have the title around your waist. You ruined people who had the success you wanted. I remember those conversations you had with Max in the past, you were worse than your brothers ever were while they've been here." Zyrah retorted. "So?" "I think it's time to accept this little feud is over and start acting like a champion instead. Tell them you're sorry for whatever is affecting them and invite them to this show." "Are you kidding me? You might as well be asking me to allow Roscoe Shame to walk in through the door and visit the title since I took it from him!" "What, are you afraid he's going to take it back from you?" "I think he'd steal other things from me. I think my brothers would love to get their hands on him and show him the ropes as far as how to push my buttons and make themselves a general nuisance. I think if Shame brought over BBD, they'd kick my ass for making more money on the damned bath sauce than anything else I ever did to them in the ring." Zyrah smoothed out her dress and spun around to make sure the backside looked decent enough. She nodded in approval and then glared at me with disapproval, shaking her head. "You just don't get it, do you? I think you did Shame a favor by taking the title burden of his shoulders. Not everyone wants the burden, they want to be famous and loved for being the top dog but they don't want to do the little things to keep the title around. It becomes something they hate, something pulling on them until they want to hand it off and keep it away from them. He seems a lot happier nowadays." "Are we talking about the same Roscoe Shame? The man who lost a lot after he lost the title? I think you're stretching a bit." "Think of it what you will, but you can see he found himself again after he lost the title to you." Zyrah walked away from the mirror, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor as she turned the corner. Her comment rattled around in my head like a steel ball inside an empty spray paint bottle, wondering if I denied everything up to this point or maybe she had a point. Even though Shame had gone through a lot since December, there was still a glimmer in his eyes and a skip in his step as I watched him walk around the building. Both he and BBD were having a ball being the lovable pranksters, not the figureheads to a company in trouble. Maybe, just maybe... "For the love of god, please put on some clothes! It's bad enough your naked, the tie doesn't hide everything!" I looked down at myself, the tie pressed against my bare chest as my hands cupped my sensitive man bits on instinct. I felt the heat in my face as I blushed and I wanted to scream in terror. I bolted up from my bed, sweat dripping from my body as I tried finding the tie around my neck. I looked around my darkened room before acknowledging it was all a bad dream. There was no party, there would be no weeping and crying over my success and Shame was still a miserable bastard because he doesn't have the World title anymore. I fell back onto the bed and drifted back to sleep next to the Grimnir mask I retired as it rested on the pillow next to me. Thank goodness for reality. |
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