Post by Declan Prescott on Jun 30, 2010 8:25:32 GMT -5
Sunday - The GIW Arena
“If you were a booger, I’d pick you first.”
Standing in a backstage hallway of the GIW arena, her body tightened and she turned on the spot. Standing before her was the demented and most certainly terrifying image of The Crimson Ghost.
“Urgh…” Cara Prescott croaked, feeling if there was anything behind her that may block her escape. It seemed clear.
“Cara, you have a beep on your nose.”
“Huh?”
With lightning fast reflexes, Ghost grabbed her nose, squeezed with the strength of an ox and then screamed at the top of his lungs.
“BEEP!”
Cara screamed too, before falling straight back on her posterior. At least she would have, if Ghost hadn’t managed to catch her by the waist.
“You know what you and corn have in common?” he continued his assault.
“Get your hands off m - ”
“Absolutely nothing! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!”
Ghost began laughing so hard, his focus temporarily loosened and Cara used that exact moment to escape. Moving as fast as she could, she began to flee towards the arena area.
“BUT BABY, YOU’RE LIKE A POKEMON! I JUST WANNA PIK’ACH’U!”
She continued pushing forward as fast as humanly possible. Around one corner and around the next. She was too afraid to even glance backwards. As long as she was moving forward, she was safe. Then something appeared in front of her, from around the corner. Before -
BANG!
Her forehead went smashing right into his chest, before she fell backwards to the concrete. Or at least she would have if he hadn’t caught her by the waist.
“Cara?” Declan Prescott inquired, concern in his voice. “What’s wrong? You seem… like you want to shit yourself.”
“Declan!” she squeaked, before burying her head in chest and throwing his arms around his torso. “It was so scary! He was in a mask! Kept going on about my nose! Maybe he didn’t have a nose himself! That’s why he - I THINK HE WANTED TO DO THINGS TO MY NOSE, DECLAN!!!”
“Hmm…” Declan raised an eyebrow, automatically knowing she spoke of The Crimson Ghost. “Well don’t worry about him. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.”
“Promise?”
“Of course, honey,” he assured her, before kissing her on the top of her head.
“How was your match?” she asked, now running her fingers up and down his midsection.
“Hell if I know,” Declan responded. “For all I know it’s still going on. I just got out of there as quickly as possible. No way was I spending more time than necessary locked in a cage with Alex Kiseragi. But… weren’t you watching?” The hurt in his voice was crystal clear.
“Well I wanted to,” Cara replied. “But Aesc kept drooling on everything. And then Boss P made me clean it up!”
“He what?!” Declan barked. “Why didn’t he make Aesc himself do it?!”
“Well, he tried,” Cara moped. “But that just made it worse… he kept doing really bad things with the mop… and the cleaning detergent… well, I don’t even want to think about where he put that… it’s just… too horrible to even remember!”
“That bastard!” Declan hissed. “This is going too far! Making you engage Aesc’s bodily fluids?! UNACCEPTABLE!”
Declan took a step forward, before a group of wrestlers moving his way caught his attention. Aito Chen, the dim-witted, chunky child molester, Sean Cyanide, the rejected mental patient with the words ‘bring back DJ’ tattooed on his forehead and Killswitch, who couldn’t even be described with words. As the trio moved past the Prescotts, Komosube shot a gruff nod towards Declan. On any other night it would have been the beginning of a head butt. But not this night… this night it was a signal… a question.
‘Is everyone prepared?’ the nod had asked.
‘Of course,’ Declan’s wink had replied. ‘This’ll be one for the ages.’
“I have to go now, sweetie,” Declan told Cara, as the trio of wrestlers moved around the corner and towards the arena area. Tears began dribbling down Cara’s eyes. “I’ll make sure Boss P pays for what he did, okay? But right now there’s something else I have to do.”
He moved away from her, down the hall, sprinting as fast he could. She reached out to him with her soft, elegant hands, as he moved, but she was too slow.
“COME ON, EVERYONE!" Declan roared into the distance. "IT’S ALMOST TIME! THEY’RE GOING TO THE RING NOW! YOU GUYS DON’T WANT TO MISS OUT ON THIS! EVERYONE WILL BE TALKING ABOUT THIS MATCH ONCE IT’S OVER!”
The tears rolled freely now, as she whispered to no one.
“I love you…”
Tuesday - The Revolution’s Share House
She stood at the door, her legs trembling and a large lump caught in her throat. She shuffled her skirt as far down her thighs as she could manage, took one deep breath in and then gently tapped her knuckle to the door three times. Instantly, it swung open nearly to the point of flying off its hinges. Staring back at Cara Prescott was a demented, sagging, hairy grin.
“ROARF! BRUGH! GRAK! FRUMP!”
Cara erupted with a horrified scream and fell backwards, sending her tumbling down the steps and sprawling across the front lawn. Looking up, she saw the cat covered beast moving closer.
“RUH! KRIMOTDAY! OOOORGH!!!!”
“NO… NO…” Cara pleaded. “JUST STAY BACK! PLEASE!”
“BROOP! MAHNAK FRUGH!!! ZIGGY MO - ”
The deranged rambling was thankfully cut short, as the familiar figure of Declan Prescott came flying from the house, his left foot extended before him, crashing straight down on the attacker’s skull. The cats, however, charged The Significant Player to defend their master.
“ARGH! ONE’S UP MY NOSE!!!” Declan screamed, with terror.
“DONT WORRY DECLARN! I SAVE YOU!”
The massive frame of McZygmunt Cubed came dashing out of the house with a fire hose in hands. Blasting The Heart And Soul with high powered water, drenching him from head to toe and sending the cats soaring into the distance. Once the device was switched off, Declan collapsed to the ground, covered in scratches and gasping for air. His head lay beside Cara, who he stared up at, with his best fake smile.
“Thanks for… coming by,” he panted. “Really… excited to show you… the new place… it sure is… wild living here!”
“Umm…” Cara poised, with not the faintest clue of how to respond.
“Come on,” Declan suggested awkwardly. “I’ll show you inside. I think you’ll really like it!”
Declan groaned, as he stood up, before taking Cara by the hand and assisting her to her feet.
“Now this is McZygmunt Cubed,” Declan introduced, gesturing his hand to Munt, who had now shoved the fire hose between each side of the door frame and was using it to do pull ups.
“Pleased to meet your,” Munt said, not taking his focus from the makeshift beam.
“Isn’t that the guy who is always with Boss - ”
“Shhh!” Declan hissed into her ear. “He hasn’t realised who we are yet. So don’t blow our cover, okay?”
“Oh… sorry…” she mumbled, her cheeks turning red.
“It’s fine, baby,” he reassured her, while rubbing her shoulders. “Don’t worry about it. And this is The Crazy Cat Lady. She sleeps in the living room with all her cats.”
“WHAT?!” Cara erupted, her eyes bulging nearly to the point of exploding. “THAT THING LIVES HERE?!”
“Well, of course!” Declan replied, grinning like a used car salesman. “This place wouldn’t be half as much fun as without The Crazy Cat Lady!”
Cara now noticed the sweat that was rapidly flooding over his skin. “Declan, you don’t have to - ”
“I’ll show you inside!” Declan interrupted, leading her up the stairs and under Munt’s massive, flexing body.
Once inside, Cara gasped once more. Joka was laughing hysterically, while thrusting his face in and out of the mountain of kitty litter, that no doubt served as The Crazy Cat Lady‘s sleeping arrangements.
“JOKA SAYS A THRUST A DAY KEEPS HIS VICTIMS AT BAY!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”
Meanwhile, the wall to the Prescotts right was shuddering violently, as screams emanated from the other side.
“OH GOD! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! IT HURTS, RANDY!!! IT FUCKING HURTS!!!”
Cara seemed to half faint and fell as limply as a rag doll, into Declan’s arms, her entire face a flustered red.
“Randy…” she mumbled. “As in Bool - ”
“Yeah,” Declan interjected. “That’s our room mate Claire’s room… better you don’t ask.”
“I think I’m gonna be sick…” she groaned.
“Well I know what will cheer you up! How about a visit to The Blessed One?!”
“Does he have any wee - ”
“ONWARD TO TRAVIS!” Declan shouted, with mock enthusiasm.
He carried her through the living room, hugging the wall to avoid Joka, before they moved down the hall and Declan knocked on a door to their right.
“Password?” the voice emanated from the other side.
“We’re here of our own volition,” came Declan’s ridiculously over excited response.
A clicking sound emanated from the wooden frame, before it crept open. Declan squeezed himself and his wife in, before Travis Roberts hurriedly locked the door behind them.
“Hey man,” Travis spoke. “The Blessed One is happy to see you. And it’s always a pleasure making the acquaintance of the lovely Cara Prescott.”
“Hi Travis,” Cara returned shyly, before climbing out of Declan’s arms and to her feet. Staring around the room, she gasped at what she saw… which was nothing. No beds, no drawers, no closets, nothing but a window with reinforced steel bars covering it and a couple of gym bags tossed to one corner.
“Y - you - you live in this room?” she inquired, staring at Declan with wide-eyed concern.
“Absolutely!” Declan laughed. “We’re going for the minimalist approach, you see? None of that fancy stuff for The Revolution! Did you know warriors serving the Chinese Emperor used to be castrated when they were signed into service? It was so they’d stay focused in their duties to serving their master and country. We’re adopting the same logic. By living in squalor, there won’t be any distractions for us. And as soon as we decide the time comes, we’ll be totally prepared to take Boss P down!”
“The Headliner couldn’t have said it better himself!” Travis added. “See Mrs. Prescott, there are certain should-have-been-aborted foetuses out there that will try and fill your mind with ignorant lies about how The Revolution are sleeping on concrete, because they don’t want to share a bed with Joka’s latest semen stained victim. But in reality, The Revolution gave those spare beds to Joka. The Blessed One and The Significant Player have no need for such things. Certainly not at this crucial stage in operation ‘Boss Pwnd’. No, no, The Revolution are in the trenches, fighting the battle that must be fought. And war creates exceptional circumstances, which must be met with exceptional actions by exceptional people! Isn’t that right, Declan?”
“But of course!” Declan mocked. “Take my opponents and mongoloid partner, this week. Just another situation of why Boss P must be stopped! Of why we must go to such extraordinary measures to end his reign of terror! Not that being extraordinary is unusual for The Revolution, huh Travis?”
“Declan Prescott always states it how it is!” Travis beamed.
The two connected fists, as Cara only rolled her eyes and sighed.
“I mean, he has me teaming with Brandon Brown! My inferior in every conceivable way! I’ve humiliated Brown in every way imaginable, short of having Joka anally plunder him. I mean, in the ring I’ve exposed him as an untalented, certainly non-resilient hack. Verbally I have made his flaws known to the entire world over and over. Mentally, I am in his head. He knows he has no hope of bettering me and it’s eating away at him. Then Boss P actually pairs us together! It’s ludicrous! That penguin knows exactly how this match will unfold. I’ll show Brandon up at every turn, demonstrating my superior abilities to all who watch. He’ll get jealous and Super Kick me in his latest tamper tantrum.
“But Boss P has made one critical flaw… he actually thinks I care about this match. He thinks I care what number entry I have in his ‘Nigga Idol’ contest. He fails to realise that whether I enter first or last, the result will be exactly the same. The ignorant masses of Chicago will be standing in awe at my victory. Hell, I’d forfeit the match entirely just to deny Brown his chance at some retarded notion that kicking me will avenge his multitude of losses he has against me. But I’d probably just somehow wind up back in the match even though I didn’t want to be, anyway.”
“Yeah, most likely. So what will The Significant Player do?” Travis Roberts inquired.
“The same thing I do every week… go out and upstage everyone that comes into contact with me. And if Brown can maintain his composure for more than five minutes at a time, I just might let him win the match, too.”
“Declan…” Cara mumbled uneasily.
“Yeah, sweetie?” he replied.
“I want to go home now…”
Wednesday - The Prescott’s Apartment
The pair laid together, amongst the sheets, cosy, comfortable and most importantly - safe. Their naked flesh pressed together, Cara, resting all her weight on Declan’s frame, happily ran her fingers through his hair. He smiled from the affection, while gently tickling her lower back.
“I’m so glad we’re back together!” she squeaked excitedly. “I couldn’t stand not being with you! It was awful!”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that anymore,” Declan replied. “Because I’m going to be here for you forever. You’re stuck with me now!”
“YAY!” she squealed, with ecstasy, before rolling off Declan and landing on her back. “That’s the best!”
Declan smiled reassuringly, before stretching and climbing out of bed and to his feet. Cara sat up and reached out, grabbing in time to take hold of his hand.
“Where ya going?” she inquired sourly.
“Need to take a leak,” Declan replied. “I could do it here if you’d prefer…”
“Don’t joke about stuff like that!” she snapped.
“Yeah, I’m sorry,” Declan responded with sympathy. “I’ll just be a second, okay?”
“One!” Cara mocked. “That was a second and you haven’t even left yet!”
“Well I’ll tell you what,” Declan returned, poking his tongue at her. “You count how long I’m gone for and that’s how many hours I’ll spend cuddling you today, how about that?”
“I don’t think there’s enough hours in a day. Better include tomorrow in the count. And the next day too!”
They both laughed happily, before Declan nodded and began making his way to the bathroom.
“Oh yeah,” Cara approached hesitantly. “Why’d you have to leave in the first place, anyway?”
“Oh, you know,” Declan replied. “Just stupid stuff. I’ll tell you all about it later, okay?”
“I’m asking now,” she sulked.
“Cara, it’s really not important. You’d just laugh, anyway.”
“Nuh uh!” she protested, now climbing to her knees. “Just tell me!”
“It was nothing.”
“Was it another girl? Did you find someone better than me?”
Declan frowned and shook his head. He then climbed onto the bed, also on his knees, and embraced her tightly.
“Cara, that will never happen. I promise.”
“Will never? Does that mean it already has?”
It was only for an instant that her gaze glanced to the nail file on the bedside table. Though in only a handful of moments, it had been wiped across his throat, sending a thick spatter of blood across the entire bed and painting her body in the thick, red, life giving liquid. Declan’s eyes met hers for the briefest of moments. There was no hate. No malice. Only the hurt that unforseen betrayal brings. Then his empty body crumpled to the mattress.
“AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!”[/I]
She awoke in one painful, jerking movement. She was covered in cold sweat in the pitch black of night. Throwing her shivering body out of bed, she began hurrying down the hallway. A figure abruptly made contact with her, the stranger’s thick arms taking hold of hers.
“Cara!” Woodward spat. “What’s wrong?!”
“I miss him!” she blubbered uncontrollably. “It was a terrible dream! I have to see him! I need him! I can’t live without him! I have to go right now!”
“No, no, no,” Woodward reassured her, stroking her hair with one arm and wrapping the other gently around her. “If Declan says he needs space, then it’s best to give him that. He’ll see you again when he’s ready, okay?”
“He’ll never be ready! He hates me! He never wants to come back! I’M A MONSTER!”
“Oh my dear,” Woodward responded, leading her to the living room couch and taking a seat beside her. “That isn’t true at all. He loves you with all his heart.” Woodward wondered if Declan had a heart, before quickly dismissing the notion. “And he wants you to be happy, above all else.”
“Then why isn’t he here?!” she barked. “I can only be happy if he’s with me!”
“I’m sure he feels the same way about you,” Woodward lied. “But forcing the issue is only going to make things worse. What you need to do is find something else to focus on, while he’s gone. It’s easy for him, he spends every waking moment of his life trying not to be violated by Joka. But you’ve got nothing to do, but stay here with Skinny and I all day.”
“YEE-AH! DA SKEEN MAN EES A WAY BETTER SERVANT DEN DA LAST GUY, AIN’T HE?! AIN’T HE?!
Skinny began thrusting his pelvis full force at Cara, sending her into vomit warning convulsions. Woodward quickly knocked the young aid into unconsciousness with a single fist.
“Anyway…” Woodward continued. “A young, beautiful, intelligent woman like you needs more than that. You need to get out in the world! To make your mark on this planet!”
“I can’t…” she sobbed. “I’m not good at anything...”
“That’s certainly not true,” Woodward protested. “What about all those matches you’ve helped Declan win? He wouldn’t have ever won the Global Title without your help! Because of you, he’s considered one of the best wrestlers alive today!”
“He didn’t need me for any of that… he just kept me around, because he knew it made me happy.”
“Even if that’s true, it’s all the more reason you should do it!”
“Huh?” she grunted.
“It made you happy! If something makes you happy, you should do it as often as you can! If serving as Declan’s valet made you happy, you should be a valet! Obviously Declan is out of the question, but I bet there’s a plethora of wrestlers that would love to have you by their side, during their matches! Hell, as soon as you disappeared, Declan couldn‘t even beat Kiseragi and Brown!”
“I don’t think he was all that concerned with winning…”
“He was probably too distracted thinking about you!”
“You have no idea how untrue that is… besides, Declan wouldn’t want me to be managing anyone else.”
“You know I care about Declan, right?” Woodward began. “He’s like a son - a black sheep of a son, but a son all the same.”
“Okay…”
“And I care about you too, Cara. Very much so. You’re, without a doubt, the most compassionate, beautiful person I’ve ever met. You know that, yes?”
“I don’t like where this is going…”
“No, no, no, girl!” Woodward shook his head. “Not like that. More like a daughter. And I know with your father, that’s a bad example, but the point is this: I want you and Declan to be happy. Understand?”
“I guess…”
“So when I say this, know that it’s for your own good, okay?”
“Yeah…”
“Fuck Declan.”
“What?!” Cara snapped, slapping Woodward across the cheek.
“You heard me,” Woodward retorted. “Fuck Declan and fuck what he wants. He’s left you to do what he needs to do, so you should do the same. You’re not on a leash, Cara, and you can live your own life. And if you want to be someone else’s valet, that’s exactly what you should do!”
“Maybe…”
“Just think about it, okay? We can discuss it in the morning. That sound good?”
“I guess so… thanks Woodward.”
“You’re very welcome. Now go get some sleep. You’ll need it when we start looking for clients!”
Cara only groaned uncomfortably, before smiling insincerely and heading back to the master bedroom. Woodward’s supposedly encouraging, but completely fake, smile vanished as soon as she was out of sight.
‘Bloody hell,’ he thought. ‘That whole pep talk and all she can give me is ‘maybe’?! That Declan is a real cunt…’
Friday - The Revolution’s Share House
The darkest hour of the darkest night. Shrieks of terror filled the air every once in a while. Sometimes the door shuddered violently. The lock would hold… for now. Declan sat, alone, his back against the wall.
‘So this is what I’ve become, huh?’ he pondered. ‘Sitting in a hole, spending every waking moment trying to avoid being sodomised by a demented clown? Hell, Travis is gone. Joka probably took him…’
Meanwhile…
“And that’s why they never should have cancelled the original Star Trek!” The Blessed One proclaimed.
“Like… yeah, dude… right on… that shit is so true,” Ezekiel huffed in response. “How do you know all this shit, man?”
“Well,” Travis replied. “It’s quite simple. You see The Headliner has always - ”
Back inside the share house…
‘What do I do?’ he questioned the universe. ‘My life… my love… my dream… they’ve all abandoned me. I keep up this pathetic charade that I’m in control. That everything is going according to my plan. But the truth is, I’m on the edge. Everything I’ve ever worked for has crumbled apart. My wife can’t stand the sight of me. My legacy has been kidnapped by a penguin. Those who once respected me now think I’m a laughing stock. Hell, everyone is probably thinking that I'll be the weak link in my tag team with Brown... and they'll probably be right. I just wish… I just wish I knew what to do.’
“Wawawa! Honestly, this’d be amusing, if it wasn’t so pathetic. Just give it up, already. Even if you do succeed and reclaim your life, you’ll probably just fuck it all up all over again.”
“The hell?!” Declan spat to the empty room. “I don’t need any of this shit again.”
“Now don’t be like that. We could be friends! Heck, maybe in time we can even learn to… to love, Declan. You and I! Embraced tightly for all eternity!”
“I’ll kill myself before that happens,” Declan sneered.
“Ah, yes. Your promise to the peppy, little, blonde girl. I’m not sure you can do it, Declan. I think you’re gonna be stuck with me until you’re so senile, you’re cheering for Kiseragi on a mic. I mean, do you really think you could kill her? Stare into those big, bright green eyes of hers and watch as the life fades from them? Killing a guy like Maguire is one thing… but Cara? She’s the one thing that makes you human, Decky.”
“Well like you said, I did what needed to be done when it came to Maguire,” Declan objected. “And, should the time come, I’ll be willing to do what’s needed of me all over agai - of course!”
“Huh?”
Declan sprang to his feet, ripped the door open and sprinted from the house, as fast as humanly possible.
“Where are we going? Don’t keep me in suspense like this, Declan. After all, we’re partners now!”
“We’ll see about that!” Declan mocked.
Saturday - Hell
The fires of the mountains burned with unmatched, unimaginable ferocity. Thousands of feet into the air the blazes raged, consuming the horizons in all directions. The few glances one could gain of the sky between the roaring flames that burned overhead were only of pitch blackness. For in this place, the scorching heat of suffering was the only thing holding the darkness at bay.
Aesc sat, leaning against the trunk of the charcoal corpse of a tree. He sighed with regret, before a voice pulled him from his thoughts.
“DADDY!” Dylan James screamed. “I GOT A BLISTER!”
“Come here, my son,” Aesc offered, patting the ground beside him.
DJ, weeping and cradling his finger, approached the former butler and sat beside him. Aesc wrapped a supportive arm around his son and spoke to the boy.
“It’ll be alright, Dylan,” he reassured. “Just rub some saliva on it. The pain won’t last.”
“What are you talking about, old man?!” DJ barked. “WE’RE IN HELL!!”
“Now son,” Aesc returned. “I need to tell you something.” At this point, Aesc removed a small pair of pink and white women’s panties from his cloak. “See this? It’s a piece of Cara Prescott’s underwear. I swiped it while I was doing her laundry. It hasn’t been washed since she last wore it. Do you know what that means, Dylan? It means there are… samples on these panties. And any sick, depraved degenerate that fantasises about her will do anything to have this. They’ll want to - OH MY FUCKING CHRIST, WHAT IN THE NAME OF LUCIFER ARE YOU DOING?!”
Aesc stared on horrified, as DJ shoved his face into the underwear and began sniffing in heavily. Burying his face further and further into the material, moaning with delight. Aesc roared loudly, before punching his son directly in the face. DJ went sprawling across the dirt, before clambering back up and shaking himself off.
“Sorry, daddy,” he began. “I just… I just couldn’t control myself at the thought of a fully fleshed out character. I mean, imagine such a thing!”
“It’s okay, son. I know it’s hard for you now that the Hardcore House Of Fun has been taken away. Just try and show more self control in the future, yes?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Now as I was saying,” Aesc continued. “There are people that would pay top dollar for this piece of clothing. If we could put it up for auction on eBay, we’d be setup for the rest of our lives. We could live the rest of our days on easy street. No more jobbing out 52 times a year. No more being humiliated 104 times a year. NO MORE CANDIAN TITLES! WE’LL MAKE OUR OWN TITLE! THE MONGOLOID CHAMPIONSHIP!!!”
“Urgh… daddy,” DJ interjected, uneasily. “How can we live the rest of our lives on easy street… WHEN WE’RE ALREADY DEAD?!”
“Well, that’s why we need to escape this place,” Aesc beamed. “To return to the human realm. It won’t be easy, but we’ll do it, son! We’ll do it together!”
“I LOVE YOU, DADDY!”
“I LOVE YOU, DYLAN!”
The two embraced tightly and DJ took the moment to whisk the panties from his father’s grasp.
“Not gonna happen,” Aesc assured, keeping his clutch on the material as firmly as ever.
“Damn, nigga…”