Post by Ezekiel Pax on Apr 24, 2015 4:10:53 GMT -5
Tuesday April 21st 2015
The scene opens onto a concrete sidewalk lined with palm trees leading towards a sand colored building. It is adorned with Egyptian-like designs making it look similar to the pyramids but the top of the building is covered with solar panels. Along the top of one side is an extended wall with several bells inserted into the bricks of the wall. Offset from one of the corners is a large tower with another bell inside of it and directly above that..
is a cross.
Yup. This ornately decorated building that looks like an Egyptian temple is actually a church in Los Angeles, CA. Makes you wonder how many celebrities have possibly walked through these walls to confess their sins.
Ah. Speaking of celebrities. We see Ezekiel Pax walking along the sidewalk towards the entrance to the church.
Well.. he’s sort of a celebrity. Shh.. Just let it happen.
Pax walks into the confessional booth(?) and sits down. Stoner Pax considers lighting one up while waiting for the priest but Sober Pax quickly reminds him he doesn’t have any weed and that he quit. He exhales out a bit of boredom then he hears the door and then the divider slides open.
“How long since your last confession, my son?” the priest says.
Zeke exhales again. “I have no idea. I quit going to church a long, long time ago.”
“What brings you back in?”
“Going through a lot, father.”
“Well, my son, what are we here for but to talk? Or confess.” the priest offers.
“Right. I don’t know. Where do I start?”
Unbeknownst to Zeke, the priest shrugs. “Just start at the front of your mind.”
He woke up and rubbed his eyes as he recoiled from hitting the snooze button. He rolled onto his back and stretched out his arms and feminine hand with green nail polish appears on his chest. The hand reaches up towards his face and playfully pokes him in the nose.
“Good morning!” she says, in an excited whisper. She scoots her body downward and lays her head on his chest, her long brown hair waving upward. She shakes her head in an exaggerated manner that causes her hair to drag along his face and tickling it.
He spits to get the hair away his mouth and runs his fingers into the remainder of it, draping it along her naked shoulder.
“Good morning, love.” he says with a smile. “What’s on the agenda today?”
“You tell me.” she says as she props up on her elbow. “You’re gone more than you’re home.”
He expresses a playful frown.
“Sorry. It’s true though. You’ve been so busy with meeting with the press, training, and.. well.. training.. that you just haven’t been home much. We miss you.”
She let’s out an equally playful smile to match his frown.
“Well.. I could use some free time away from the usual schedule. That’s for sure. I promise to be home more this week but I do need to go see Doctor Bob. Remind me to wear a helmet because I’m sure Louis will be around.”
She balls up her tiny fist and bonks him on the head. He feigns unconsciousness as she kisses on his chest and up to his neck.
“Oh goody.” she says, “Now I can have my way with you..”
“I know it’s against ‘Gods Will’ and all that but.. I wouldn’t change it for the world.” Ezekiel says. “I didn’t plan this. But, like I said. I wouldn’t change it.”
“Do you feel any shame for committing something that, as you stated yourself, is against ‘Gods Will’?”
Ezekiel scratches his chin. After a few silent moments, he answers.
“Not at all.” he says. Pausing against. “I know the answer right away but I didn’t want to answer too quickly.”
He smiles, looking down at his feet. He seems a bit embarrassed even though no one can see his face.
“Well, my son. If you feel no shame then why is this bothering you?”
Pax shakes his head, his demeanor changing to one of deep thought.
“It feels like I’ve been neglecting them and that’s the last thing I want to do. I have a lot going on and it’d be terrible to lose them because my mind is on other shit, ya know?”
“Language, my son.”
“Sorry.”
“I understand loss. Most people do. Instead of focusing on losing them, why don’t you try harder to keep them? It isn’t natural and it is a forbidden practice in most places. But, they are your family and what kind of person would I be if I didn’t help you try to keep your family together?”
“Thank you.” Zeke says. He goes to get up when he’s interrupted by the priest.
“You said there was a lot on your mind, my son. I highly doubt you’ve expressed all of the concerns on your mind."
He sits at the table with a large cereal bowl in front of him. In his left hand is a spoon and in his right hand he holds his phone. Card had been finalized. He knew it was going to be him and Risa. He just wasn’t sure if The Piercing Consortium decided to get a wild hair up their ass and add someone else to the mix. But it seemed like they had no such issue and the match had been finalized as 1 on 1 adventure.
He.. had some sort of thought but the smooth hands that were placed on his shoulders at the base of his neck quickly derailed whatever he was thinking about. Her long blonde hair covered his tattoos like a curtain as she leaned over him to give him a kiss.
“It’s one in the afternoon. Why are you eating cereal? Are you smokin’ again?” she says in a playful tone.
She grips the side of his face in both hands and turns his face toward hers. She studies his eyes and even squints a little bit.
“Nope. You’re not smokin’ again. That means she wasn’t hear to make you some lunch.”
He smiles from ear to ear.
“Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner!” he exclaims before drinking the rest of cereal from the bowl.
He wipes his mouth and gets up from his chair. He walks over and drops his bowl in the sink and turns to to face her in time to see her bend over in front of the fridge. He admires the view momentarily until she turns around with some cooking ingredients in hand.
“Sit back down. I’ll make you a real lunch.” she says, gesturing at the chair he just got up from.
He shakes his head ‘no’ and kisses her on the forehead.
“I gotta go. Planned on heading to the gym while Scar was out. She had bugged me about going there too much.”
Her jaw drops.
“What about me? Just going to leave me here all alone?” she asks while placing the items she took out back in the fridge. Suddenly, she gets a surprised look on her face. “Can I come with you? You’ve never let anyone go with you and I’m sure why.”
He runs his hand through his hair while turning away from her. After a moment, he turns back around.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. There’s been this group of fuckheads that have been messing with me. Won’t let me forget the things I’ve done.”
He sighs somewhat sharply before continuing.
“I thought this was all behind me and then these fuckin’ idiots decide to bust my balls about it while I’m working out. I’ve kept my cool but it’s been hard. I don’t.. you know?”
A huge smile appears on his face as he wraps his arms around her in a big hug.
“Fuck it. I’ll skip today and me and you will go tomorrow. I promise. Okay?”
She returns his smile with one of her own and grabs his hand.
“Fine. But I’m sure we can still get a workout in for today.” she says as she bites her lip.
“There will always be people out there to test your patience, my son.” the priest says. “There’s an old saying that you may have heard before..”
“Are you familiar with that story” the priest asks.
Ezekiel nods before remembering the priest can’t see him. “Yes. I’ve heard a few different variations of it.”
“It’s very accurate. From what you have told me, you’re doing your best to feed docile wolf after years of starving it. Do not let detractors deter your spirit. They only direct their attention to you to distract themselves from their own shortcomings. Continue to feed the docile wolf.”
“What if I decide to feed the other wolf?” Ezekiel asks. “I feel an incessant urging to return to my old ways. So many people have made their malicious intent known and they place to drag me back into the dark. I was at home there and now I feel like a small child stumbling and getting lost when the path is already illuminated.”
The priest sighs slightly while thinking of a response.
“I feel that you will make the right decision. You will do what your heart wants you to do.”
“Thank you. You’ve helped me quite a bit.”
“It’s my duty, my son. Before you go, do you have anything to confess?”
A strong smirk comes across the face of Ezekiel Pax.
“Oh no, father. I am not seeking penance for what I have done. I’ve come to ask for forgiveness for what I am about to.”
Ezekiel gets up from his seat in the confessional and leaves the booth. He heads for the exit to the church as the scene fades to black.
Wednesday 22nd 2015
He sat by the door while he waited for her to get done. She took forever to get ready for anything like most girls do. His mind started to drift off again but her foot steps brought him back to reality. As she turned the corner into the hallway, his attention went right to her. Her long blonde hair was done up into a side braid, making her almost look like a punk rock Elsa. She zipped up her hoodie and walked over to where he was standing then kissed him on the cheek as she opened the door. She was already out the door when she realized he hadn’t moved. He was still staring. She scolds him and grabs him by the shirt and drags him from the apartment.
“Let’s take the bus!” she says excitedly.
He grumbles but shrugs as the scene fades to black.
It’s only dark for a moment and when it lights back up, they’re getting off the bus and heading toward Colt’s Gym.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks as he turns to face her. “Last time it got pretty bad.”
She takes his face in her hands.
“Fuck’em. I want to see you train.”
He smiles and heads into the gym with her. They hang up their gear on the rack and he takes off towards the heavy bag with her in tow. He stretches his arms, back, and neck a bit and she follows suit. He pays no attention to her but a smirk does appear on his face.
“Don’t dive in head first.” he says with his eyes on the bag in front of him. “Start on the smaller bag and just throw some jabs. You’re feisty as fuck so I’m sure you can do that.”
She scrinches her nose at him but does as he said and lines up front of the smaller bag. She hits it a few times but is quickly drawn back to him as he starts off with complicated combos involving elbows, knees, punches and kicks. He can feel her eyes on him but it doesn’t break his focus.
But this does.
“You really came back?”
It was the mouthpiece of the merry band of idiots from a few days ago.
“Why? Why in the hell would you come back? You don’t have a gym of your own? We know you’re a entertaining professional or whatever you’re called over there. You have to bring your crap down to this gym?”
He doesn’t look away from the bag but he does reply.
“I just want to work out, man. Trying out a new spot.”
He stops hitting the bag and turns to look at the guys heckling him.
“I don’t want any shit from you and your guys. I just want to train.”
“You kiss your mother with that fuckin’ mouth of yours?” the mouthpiece, crossing his arms.
“You kiss your sister with that mouth?” she says, turning to stand between her man and the mouthpiece.
“What the hell did you just say? Stay outta this cunt.”
He exhales sharply and pinches the top of his nose with his thumb and index finger as he grabs her wrist with his free hand.
“Fuck this. We’re leaving, alright? I have big match coming up and I’m not going to waste time and energy on you fuckheads. We’re out.”
The mouthpiece laughs and this causes his three minions to laugh as well.
“Big match? You’re fightin’ a woman. How bad could it be?”
He sighs and turns his back to the mouthpiece but she holds her ground, whispering something to him as the mouthpiece continues.
“Oh yeah. That’s right. She beat you. Like three times in a row. Hey. Murderer. How about I handle her light work and save her the trouble. C’mon, mother fucker. Let’s dance. I’ll fuck you up and then we’ll take your girl out for ya.”
The mouthpiece flexes his chest cracks his knuckles as his cheerleaders hype him.
She suddenly turns back to face the group of men.
“Just remember,” she says with a menacing tone. “you asked for this.”
She half-smiles before thrusting her head forward into the nose of the mouthpiece which causes him to stumble backward and fall to a knee.
The lackeys step forward but the one on the left is caught in the throat with a trashcan lid thrown like a frisbee. Once he’s out of the picture, guy on the right swings but his hand nails the top of the head of our hero and you can hear the bones in his hand crunch. There’s no time to recover as the guy in the middle connects with a punch to the face of our hero. He connects with one more before getting caught in the side of the ear with an open hand slap from him and a trash can to the hip from her. She hits the him over the head with the trash can before emptying it’s contents on him.
She turns to see the guy from the right attempt to throw her guy into the wall but his attempt is foiled by our hero as he grabs a handful of hair and reverses the leverage, launching the guy from the right into the wall and he crumples down to the ground. Mouthpiece is still on one knee with blood pouring from his nose. He gets grabbed by the back of the hair and slammed hard enough into the front window that it cracks.
Just one left. The guy from the right. He shakes the pain in his hand off and swings at our hero who dodges them with ease. He dodges another then punches the guy from the right dead in the chest. He then grabs him by the side of the neck, driving him to the side as our hero brings his knee up to connect with the temple of our unfortunate victim.
The two survey the damage and she grabs him by the hand and drags him toward some sort of office in the corner. He smirks and follows her inside. At the last second, he peeks his head back outside.
“Do not disturb unless you want another beating, dudes.”
He dips back into the office as the scene fades to black. For real this time.
He arrived home by himself. The girl had opted to go to therapy but he didn’t want to face Dr. Bob just yet. He closed the door behind him and headed towards his room. The few marks against him from those idiots were actually pretty good. He wanted to go soak in the tub.
He sniffs the air.
“The fuck?” he says, walking into his bedroom and following the scent into the bathroom.
And there she was.
She rested against the back wall of the tub with her long black hair strewn along her shoulders and down her chest which was also covered in bubbles. She bites her lip and smiles at him. She outstretches one arm and waves a finger at him. And he’d be a dumbass not to accept the offer. He undresses and climbs into the tub with her, laying back against her with his head tilted to the side.
“What if I wanted to be the little spoon?” she asks.
“Shh.. just let it happen.” he says, closing his eyes.
She traces the cuts on his face with her finger.
“He’s going to be pissed off at you for fighting outside of the ring again.” she says, concern in her tone.
“Those guys had it coming. Sorry.” he says with a sigh. “It was warranted and I’m still in good enough physical condition to handle Risa this weekend.”
She pulls her hand from his face and now trails the tattoos on his neck.
“Are you worried? She won every match she was in and you were in all of those matches as well. She even pinned you on one occasion.”
He sits up and turns to face her.
“I’m not worried at all. She has momentum but can she win the big one? Can she win the one that really matters?”
He shrugs then motions for her to turn around and they switch positions where now she is leaned up against him.
“I’ve been in her position before and it can be life-changing.”
He kisses her behind her ear.
“I’ve been stagnant before. Wondering what was next.”
He kisses her on the top of her ear.
“Wondering if I could ever come back from the bottom.”
He kisses her ear lobe and bites it gently.
“I know the answer to all of that.”
He kisses her on the neck.
“But she doesn’t. She’s still figuring out who she is.”
He kisses her on the collarbone.
“I know who I am.”
He turns her to face him and kisses her on the lips.
“And I fuckin’ love it.”
They begin to kiss and dip backwards into the water as the scene fades to black.
Thursday April 23rd 2015
“Welcome back, my son.” the priest says. “I was hoping you would have come back yesterday because your parting words were quite interesting. What did you do?”
“I fed the wolf, father. Just like you said I should.” Zeke replies.
The priest sighs.
“You misconstrued my words. I hope you made the right decision.”
Ezekiel chuckles slightly.
“Oh. I think I did father. I made a few right decisions yesterday.”
The scene opens onto a concrete sidewalk lined with palm trees leading towards a sand colored building. It is adorned with Egyptian-like designs making it look similar to the pyramids but the top of the building is covered with solar panels. Along the top of one side is an extended wall with several bells inserted into the bricks of the wall. Offset from one of the corners is a large tower with another bell inside of it and directly above that..
is a cross.
Yup. This ornately decorated building that looks like an Egyptian temple is actually a church in Los Angeles, CA. Makes you wonder how many celebrities have possibly walked through these walls to confess their sins.
Ah. Speaking of celebrities. We see Ezekiel Pax walking along the sidewalk towards the entrance to the church.
Well.. he’s sort of a celebrity. Shh.. Just let it happen.
Pax walks into the confessional booth(?) and sits down. Stoner Pax considers lighting one up while waiting for the priest but Sober Pax quickly reminds him he doesn’t have any weed and that he quit. He exhales out a bit of boredom then he hears the door and then the divider slides open.
“How long since your last confession, my son?” the priest says.
Zeke exhales again. “I have no idea. I quit going to church a long, long time ago.”
“What brings you back in?”
“Going through a lot, father.”
“Well, my son, what are we here for but to talk? Or confess.” the priest offers.
“Right. I don’t know. Where do I start?”
Unbeknownst to Zeke, the priest shrugs. “Just start at the front of your mind.”
He woke up and rubbed his eyes as he recoiled from hitting the snooze button. He rolled onto his back and stretched out his arms and feminine hand with green nail polish appears on his chest. The hand reaches up towards his face and playfully pokes him in the nose.
“Good morning!” she says, in an excited whisper. She scoots her body downward and lays her head on his chest, her long brown hair waving upward. She shakes her head in an exaggerated manner that causes her hair to drag along his face and tickling it.
He spits to get the hair away his mouth and runs his fingers into the remainder of it, draping it along her naked shoulder.
“Good morning, love.” he says with a smile. “What’s on the agenda today?”
“You tell me.” she says as she props up on her elbow. “You’re gone more than you’re home.”
He expresses a playful frown.
“Sorry. It’s true though. You’ve been so busy with meeting with the press, training, and.. well.. training.. that you just haven’t been home much. We miss you.”
She let’s out an equally playful smile to match his frown.
“Well.. I could use some free time away from the usual schedule. That’s for sure. I promise to be home more this week but I do need to go see Doctor Bob. Remind me to wear a helmet because I’m sure Louis will be around.”
She balls up her tiny fist and bonks him on the head. He feigns unconsciousness as she kisses on his chest and up to his neck.
“Oh goody.” she says, “Now I can have my way with you..”
“I know it’s against ‘Gods Will’ and all that but.. I wouldn’t change it for the world.” Ezekiel says. “I didn’t plan this. But, like I said. I wouldn’t change it.”
“Do you feel any shame for committing something that, as you stated yourself, is against ‘Gods Will’?”
Ezekiel scratches his chin. After a few silent moments, he answers.
“Not at all.” he says. Pausing against. “I know the answer right away but I didn’t want to answer too quickly.”
He smiles, looking down at his feet. He seems a bit embarrassed even though no one can see his face.
“Well, my son. If you feel no shame then why is this bothering you?”
Pax shakes his head, his demeanor changing to one of deep thought.
“It feels like I’ve been neglecting them and that’s the last thing I want to do. I have a lot going on and it’d be terrible to lose them because my mind is on other shit, ya know?”
“Language, my son.”
“Sorry.”
“I understand loss. Most people do. Instead of focusing on losing them, why don’t you try harder to keep them? It isn’t natural and it is a forbidden practice in most places. But, they are your family and what kind of person would I be if I didn’t help you try to keep your family together?”
“Thank you.” Zeke says. He goes to get up when he’s interrupted by the priest.
“You said there was a lot on your mind, my son. I highly doubt you’ve expressed all of the concerns on your mind."
He sits at the table with a large cereal bowl in front of him. In his left hand is a spoon and in his right hand he holds his phone. Card had been finalized. He knew it was going to be him and Risa. He just wasn’t sure if The Piercing Consortium decided to get a wild hair up their ass and add someone else to the mix. But it seemed like they had no such issue and the match had been finalized as 1 on 1 adventure.
He.. had some sort of thought but the smooth hands that were placed on his shoulders at the base of his neck quickly derailed whatever he was thinking about. Her long blonde hair covered his tattoos like a curtain as she leaned over him to give him a kiss.
“It’s one in the afternoon. Why are you eating cereal? Are you smokin’ again?” she says in a playful tone.
She grips the side of his face in both hands and turns his face toward hers. She studies his eyes and even squints a little bit.
“Nope. You’re not smokin’ again. That means she wasn’t hear to make you some lunch.”
He smiles from ear to ear.
“Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner!” he exclaims before drinking the rest of cereal from the bowl.
He wipes his mouth and gets up from his chair. He walks over and drops his bowl in the sink and turns to to face her in time to see her bend over in front of the fridge. He admires the view momentarily until she turns around with some cooking ingredients in hand.
“Sit back down. I’ll make you a real lunch.” she says, gesturing at the chair he just got up from.
He shakes his head ‘no’ and kisses her on the forehead.
“I gotta go. Planned on heading to the gym while Scar was out. She had bugged me about going there too much.”
Her jaw drops.
“What about me? Just going to leave me here all alone?” she asks while placing the items she took out back in the fridge. Suddenly, she gets a surprised look on her face. “Can I come with you? You’ve never let anyone go with you and I’m sure why.”
He runs his hand through his hair while turning away from her. After a moment, he turns back around.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. There’s been this group of fuckheads that have been messing with me. Won’t let me forget the things I’ve done.”
He sighs somewhat sharply before continuing.
“I thought this was all behind me and then these fuckin’ idiots decide to bust my balls about it while I’m working out. I’ve kept my cool but it’s been hard. I don’t.. you know?”
A huge smile appears on his face as he wraps his arms around her in a big hug.
“Fuck it. I’ll skip today and me and you will go tomorrow. I promise. Okay?”
She returns his smile with one of her own and grabs his hand.
“Fine. But I’m sure we can still get a workout in for today.” she says as she bites her lip.
“There will always be people out there to test your patience, my son.” the priest says. “There’s an old saying that you may have heard before..”
An old man sits with his son on the porch watching the son go down.
“Son, inside every man is two wolves." he says. “One is loving and caring. It has your best interests in mind. It is kind and docile. The other wolf is full of vengeance and angry. It is selfish and out of control. It only aims to make you see life in a negative manner."
“Well, father," the boys says, “which one is in control?"
“The one you feed."
“Son, inside every man is two wolves." he says. “One is loving and caring. It has your best interests in mind. It is kind and docile. The other wolf is full of vengeance and angry. It is selfish and out of control. It only aims to make you see life in a negative manner."
“Well, father," the boys says, “which one is in control?"
“The one you feed."
“Are you familiar with that story” the priest asks.
Ezekiel nods before remembering the priest can’t see him. “Yes. I’ve heard a few different variations of it.”
“It’s very accurate. From what you have told me, you’re doing your best to feed docile wolf after years of starving it. Do not let detractors deter your spirit. They only direct their attention to you to distract themselves from their own shortcomings. Continue to feed the docile wolf.”
“What if I decide to feed the other wolf?” Ezekiel asks. “I feel an incessant urging to return to my old ways. So many people have made their malicious intent known and they place to drag me back into the dark. I was at home there and now I feel like a small child stumbling and getting lost when the path is already illuminated.”
The priest sighs slightly while thinking of a response.
“I feel that you will make the right decision. You will do what your heart wants you to do.”
“Thank you. You’ve helped me quite a bit.”
“It’s my duty, my son. Before you go, do you have anything to confess?”
A strong smirk comes across the face of Ezekiel Pax.
“Oh no, father. I am not seeking penance for what I have done. I’ve come to ask for forgiveness for what I am about to.”
Ezekiel gets up from his seat in the confessional and leaves the booth. He heads for the exit to the church as the scene fades to black.
Wednesday 22nd 2015
He sat by the door while he waited for her to get done. She took forever to get ready for anything like most girls do. His mind started to drift off again but her foot steps brought him back to reality. As she turned the corner into the hallway, his attention went right to her. Her long blonde hair was done up into a side braid, making her almost look like a punk rock Elsa. She zipped up her hoodie and walked over to where he was standing then kissed him on the cheek as she opened the door. She was already out the door when she realized he hadn’t moved. He was still staring. She scolds him and grabs him by the shirt and drags him from the apartment.
“Let’s take the bus!” she says excitedly.
He grumbles but shrugs as the scene fades to black.
It’s only dark for a moment and when it lights back up, they’re getting off the bus and heading toward Colt’s Gym.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks as he turns to face her. “Last time it got pretty bad.”
She takes his face in her hands.
“Fuck’em. I want to see you train.”
He smiles and heads into the gym with her. They hang up their gear on the rack and he takes off towards the heavy bag with her in tow. He stretches his arms, back, and neck a bit and she follows suit. He pays no attention to her but a smirk does appear on his face.
“Don’t dive in head first.” he says with his eyes on the bag in front of him. “Start on the smaller bag and just throw some jabs. You’re feisty as fuck so I’m sure you can do that.”
She scrinches her nose at him but does as he said and lines up front of the smaller bag. She hits it a few times but is quickly drawn back to him as he starts off with complicated combos involving elbows, knees, punches and kicks. He can feel her eyes on him but it doesn’t break his focus.
But this does.
“You really came back?”
It was the mouthpiece of the merry band of idiots from a few days ago.
“Why? Why in the hell would you come back? You don’t have a gym of your own? We know you’re a entertaining professional or whatever you’re called over there. You have to bring your crap down to this gym?”
He doesn’t look away from the bag but he does reply.
“I just want to work out, man. Trying out a new spot.”
He stops hitting the bag and turns to look at the guys heckling him.
“I don’t want any shit from you and your guys. I just want to train.”
“You kiss your mother with that fuckin’ mouth of yours?” the mouthpiece, crossing his arms.
“You kiss your sister with that mouth?” she says, turning to stand between her man and the mouthpiece.
“What the hell did you just say? Stay outta this cunt.”
He exhales sharply and pinches the top of his nose with his thumb and index finger as he grabs her wrist with his free hand.
“Fuck this. We’re leaving, alright? I have big match coming up and I’m not going to waste time and energy on you fuckheads. We’re out.”
The mouthpiece laughs and this causes his three minions to laugh as well.
“Big match? You’re fightin’ a woman. How bad could it be?”
He sighs and turns his back to the mouthpiece but she holds her ground, whispering something to him as the mouthpiece continues.
“Oh yeah. That’s right. She beat you. Like three times in a row. Hey. Murderer. How about I handle her light work and save her the trouble. C’mon, mother fucker. Let’s dance. I’ll fuck you up and then we’ll take your girl out for ya.”
The mouthpiece flexes his chest cracks his knuckles as his cheerleaders hype him.
She suddenly turns back to face the group of men.
“Just remember,” she says with a menacing tone. “you asked for this.”
She half-smiles before thrusting her head forward into the nose of the mouthpiece which causes him to stumble backward and fall to a knee.
The lackeys step forward but the one on the left is caught in the throat with a trashcan lid thrown like a frisbee. Once he’s out of the picture, guy on the right swings but his hand nails the top of the head of our hero and you can hear the bones in his hand crunch. There’s no time to recover as the guy in the middle connects with a punch to the face of our hero. He connects with one more before getting caught in the side of the ear with an open hand slap from him and a trash can to the hip from her. She hits the him over the head with the trash can before emptying it’s contents on him.
She turns to see the guy from the right attempt to throw her guy into the wall but his attempt is foiled by our hero as he grabs a handful of hair and reverses the leverage, launching the guy from the right into the wall and he crumples down to the ground. Mouthpiece is still on one knee with blood pouring from his nose. He gets grabbed by the back of the hair and slammed hard enough into the front window that it cracks.
Just one left. The guy from the right. He shakes the pain in his hand off and swings at our hero who dodges them with ease. He dodges another then punches the guy from the right dead in the chest. He then grabs him by the side of the neck, driving him to the side as our hero brings his knee up to connect with the temple of our unfortunate victim.
The two survey the damage and she grabs him by the hand and drags him toward some sort of office in the corner. He smirks and follows her inside. At the last second, he peeks his head back outside.
“Do not disturb unless you want another beating, dudes.”
He dips back into the office as the scene fades to black. For real this time.
He arrived home by himself. The girl had opted to go to therapy but he didn’t want to face Dr. Bob just yet. He closed the door behind him and headed towards his room. The few marks against him from those idiots were actually pretty good. He wanted to go soak in the tub.
He sniffs the air.
“The fuck?” he says, walking into his bedroom and following the scent into the bathroom.
And there she was.
She rested against the back wall of the tub with her long black hair strewn along her shoulders and down her chest which was also covered in bubbles. She bites her lip and smiles at him. She outstretches one arm and waves a finger at him. And he’d be a dumbass not to accept the offer. He undresses and climbs into the tub with her, laying back against her with his head tilted to the side.
“What if I wanted to be the little spoon?” she asks.
“Shh.. just let it happen.” he says, closing his eyes.
She traces the cuts on his face with her finger.
“He’s going to be pissed off at you for fighting outside of the ring again.” she says, concern in her tone.
“Those guys had it coming. Sorry.” he says with a sigh. “It was warranted and I’m still in good enough physical condition to handle Risa this weekend.”
She pulls her hand from his face and now trails the tattoos on his neck.
“Are you worried? She won every match she was in and you were in all of those matches as well. She even pinned you on one occasion.”
He sits up and turns to face her.
“I’m not worried at all. She has momentum but can she win the big one? Can she win the one that really matters?”
He shrugs then motions for her to turn around and they switch positions where now she is leaned up against him.
“I’ve been in her position before and it can be life-changing.”
He kisses her behind her ear.
“I’ve been stagnant before. Wondering what was next.”
He kisses her on the top of her ear.
“Wondering if I could ever come back from the bottom.”
He kisses her ear lobe and bites it gently.
“I know the answer to all of that.”
He kisses her on the neck.
“But she doesn’t. She’s still figuring out who she is.”
He kisses her on the collarbone.
“I know who I am.”
He turns her to face him and kisses her on the lips.
“And I fuckin’ love it.”
They begin to kiss and dip backwards into the water as the scene fades to black.
Thursday April 23rd 2015
“Welcome back, my son.” the priest says. “I was hoping you would have come back yesterday because your parting words were quite interesting. What did you do?”
“I fed the wolf, father. Just like you said I should.” Zeke replies.
The priest sighs.
“You misconstrued my words. I hope you made the right decision.”
Ezekiel chuckles slightly.
“Oh. I think I did father. I made a few right decisions yesterday.”
