Post by Red Bull Icon on Jun 26, 2010 2:09:16 GMT -5
(She is a lovely lady. Not as thin as when they met. Having plumped out in areas, mostly the best areas. Her auburn hair showing the subtle signs of a grey dusting. Her eyes are as magnificent as ever. Her smile as radiant as necessary to cover her pestering doubts. He is a lucky man.
To follow behind his forty something wife. To have lived through his heart attack. To drop his considerable ‘got comfortable’ weight. To find a babysitter on such short notice and take his wife out for the first time in almost two years.
We follow the two through the quiet hallway of what is unmistakably a hotel. Numbered doors leading to sanitized nightly rentals pass by unnoticed. Amongst the poking and the pinching, and the giggling, and the squeezing nothing else matters. Their trip hits many a snag. His watch on her blouse. Her wedding band on his Crucifix. Their little ‘duck’ behind the ice machine.
We follow the two as they finally make it to their room. A beep, a green light, a click, and the door is open on such a wonderful yet to seldom night. Playfully they tug and pull and tickle. She pushes, and excuses herself to restroom. We choose to follow the Misses as hubby kicks off his size 14 loafers and clicks on the telly. Just around the corner is the bathroom.
It’s a nice hotel, but not that nice. She freezes. Paralyzed by the sight. Her breath flees leaving her choking for air as her heart races. It was such a nice night.
We whip around to see her horror. To our delight, confusion, we see Tyvola sitting on the edge of the bath. Fully clothed he makes special care not to look towards the very full bubble bath while he holds out a travel sized bottle of shampoo. He lets it go dropping into the obscured pool.)
Tyvola; “Warriors don’t take baths.”
Sue; “You’ve never bathed in the blood of your enemies, JoJI?”
Tyvola; “Not the same.”
(Remembering what his wife was always saying about not giving her enough attention. About always being on that ‘damned computer’ or idiot box television. Her husband comes to her aid. Equally as terrified by the colossal Sasquatch like man not soaking he takes her by the hand. Pulls her away from the doorway, and barefoot into the hall.)
Sue; “Besides. Warriors, dummy, don’t need to beat their challengers more than once. If you were truly to honor the Great Sphinx then you would have left such a demonstration of brutality scarred into the minds of this David Lopez and Paul Cockatoo.”
Tyvola; “Some people can’t learn.”
Sue; “No. Some people can’t teach. In your first match you sugaM’ed this Paul Cockatoo right out of the ring. You banished him from you’re realm, but now he’s back. If you had done what should be done to each fallen adversary, than he would not be an annoyance this week. If you had properly broken him than he would be wishing he was facing the tall eD this week instead of you.”
Tyvola; “Travis?”
Sue; “Tall eD! Until he earns him name. And then there’s David Lopes. Who you tossed from the top of the Prison Break match one week, and then Magus’ed his partner the next. You had a chance to single handedly end the reign of embarrassment of the Brick City Boyz, but clearly you failed.”
Tyvola; “It took him six weeks to muster the courage to face me again.”
Sue; “I know! Only six weeks! You are a monster Tyvola. The Great Sphinx at one time saw fit to bless you the strength to dispatch her enemies, and what have you done with it? She decided you, among all the rest, stood proud enough to root out the Esper plague but what have you done? Send a message this week JoJI. Show the Great Sphinx that you are worthy. Dispatch this Lopes with a finality that in unquestionable. Wipe that Cockatoo from this place, and the crowds will sing of your accomplishments. Fail again and they will lose faith.”
(Tyvola hangs his head as a hard forceful knock is heard at the door. A snap of his head looking out of the bathroom and he’s at his feet.)
Sue; “The cobbler said we could use his cabin.”
(Tyvola tosses a towel, paw sized smear of blood, into the water still not looking. We pass the television showing the 11 O’Clock news focusing on a brutalized bunch of Live Action Role Players and their story from earlier in the afternoon. We return to the hotel hallway as nervous pimple faced security guard grips his Mag light with all his strength.)
(Somewhere else eD cASe walks up to Travis Roberts who had been enjoying a tasty lunch. Travis’ look drops as he recognized that look of ‘I did it again’ in eD’s eyes.)
Travis – ‘Need ‘The Blessed One’ ask?’
eD – ‘I lost Tyvola. Again.’
(A sigh as Travis pinches the bridge of his nose.)
Travis – ‘Start with the police. ‘The Headliner’ will… no you start looking for Science Fiction Conventions. The ‘TWiSTeD Icon’ will contact the police.’
(She’s a lovely creature. He’s a lucky monster.)
To follow behind his forty something wife. To have lived through his heart attack. To drop his considerable ‘got comfortable’ weight. To find a babysitter on such short notice and take his wife out for the first time in almost two years.
We follow the two through the quiet hallway of what is unmistakably a hotel. Numbered doors leading to sanitized nightly rentals pass by unnoticed. Amongst the poking and the pinching, and the giggling, and the squeezing nothing else matters. Their trip hits many a snag. His watch on her blouse. Her wedding band on his Crucifix. Their little ‘duck’ behind the ice machine.
We follow the two as they finally make it to their room. A beep, a green light, a click, and the door is open on such a wonderful yet to seldom night. Playfully they tug and pull and tickle. She pushes, and excuses herself to restroom. We choose to follow the Misses as hubby kicks off his size 14 loafers and clicks on the telly. Just around the corner is the bathroom.
It’s a nice hotel, but not that nice. She freezes. Paralyzed by the sight. Her breath flees leaving her choking for air as her heart races. It was such a nice night.
We whip around to see her horror. To our delight, confusion, we see Tyvola sitting on the edge of the bath. Fully clothed he makes special care not to look towards the very full bubble bath while he holds out a travel sized bottle of shampoo. He lets it go dropping into the obscured pool.)
Tyvola; “Warriors don’t take baths.”
Sue; “You’ve never bathed in the blood of your enemies, JoJI?”
Tyvola; “Not the same.”
(Remembering what his wife was always saying about not giving her enough attention. About always being on that ‘damned computer’ or idiot box television. Her husband comes to her aid. Equally as terrified by the colossal Sasquatch like man not soaking he takes her by the hand. Pulls her away from the doorway, and barefoot into the hall.)
Sue; “Besides. Warriors, dummy, don’t need to beat their challengers more than once. If you were truly to honor the Great Sphinx then you would have left such a demonstration of brutality scarred into the minds of this David Lopez and Paul Cockatoo.”
Tyvola; “Some people can’t learn.”
Sue; “No. Some people can’t teach. In your first match you sugaM’ed this Paul Cockatoo right out of the ring. You banished him from you’re realm, but now he’s back. If you had done what should be done to each fallen adversary, than he would not be an annoyance this week. If you had properly broken him than he would be wishing he was facing the tall eD this week instead of you.”
Tyvola; “Travis?”
Sue; “Tall eD! Until he earns him name. And then there’s David Lopes. Who you tossed from the top of the Prison Break match one week, and then Magus’ed his partner the next. You had a chance to single handedly end the reign of embarrassment of the Brick City Boyz, but clearly you failed.”
Tyvola; “It took him six weeks to muster the courage to face me again.”
Sue; “I know! Only six weeks! You are a monster Tyvola. The Great Sphinx at one time saw fit to bless you the strength to dispatch her enemies, and what have you done with it? She decided you, among all the rest, stood proud enough to root out the Esper plague but what have you done? Send a message this week JoJI. Show the Great Sphinx that you are worthy. Dispatch this Lopes with a finality that in unquestionable. Wipe that Cockatoo from this place, and the crowds will sing of your accomplishments. Fail again and they will lose faith.”
(Tyvola hangs his head as a hard forceful knock is heard at the door. A snap of his head looking out of the bathroom and he’s at his feet.)
Sue; “The cobbler said we could use his cabin.”
(Tyvola tosses a towel, paw sized smear of blood, into the water still not looking. We pass the television showing the 11 O’Clock news focusing on a brutalized bunch of Live Action Role Players and their story from earlier in the afternoon. We return to the hotel hallway as nervous pimple faced security guard grips his Mag light with all his strength.)
~*~*~
(Somewhere else eD cASe walks up to Travis Roberts who had been enjoying a tasty lunch. Travis’ look drops as he recognized that look of ‘I did it again’ in eD’s eyes.)
Travis – ‘Need ‘The Blessed One’ ask?’
eD – ‘I lost Tyvola. Again.’
(A sigh as Travis pinches the bridge of his nose.)
Travis – ‘Start with the police. ‘The Headliner’ will… no you start looking for Science Fiction Conventions. The ‘TWiSTeD Icon’ will contact the police.’
~*~*~
(She’s a lovely creature. He’s a lucky monster.)
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