Post by somethingwicked on Jun 26, 2020 11:28:26 GMT -5
A light comes on as Xavier Wolf steps through a door, and shakes the rain off his shoulders. Following closely behind him, is his wife and stablemate, Le’andra Fury. She looks up the room with an unimpressed expression, and pulls off the fedora hat that her hair was tucked into. She makes a comment, snide in nature but mostly in humor, which Xavier ignores due to distraction. He’s staring at the marble topped bar, still as shiny as he recalls. He looks at the crystalware hung from it’s hooks, or sitting with its priceless liquor inside it. He laughed. Most of the women assumed that the expensive shit was in the crystal. It wasn’t. The good shit he kept in the bottle it came in. The shitty stuff he’d hide in the crystal and serve to those he felt wouldn’t know any better. He picked up one and turned to his wife.
“Drink?” He asked with a smile.
“Please, Put that bottom shelf shit back. I’ll take a real drink, thank you.”
He doesn’t respond about how impressed he is, or how surprised he is. He is neither. To be either, he would’ve had to believe she was foolish enough to not know how he works. He reached under the counter and pulled out a bottle of Glenfiddich 73.Pouring two equal sized glasses, he handed his maden one, and raised his own.
“To the future.” he says, clinking his glass against hers.
“That.” she responds, downing her beverage. “Wonderful. I’d forgotten how much I’d enjoyed this.”
“They don’t make a better 30 year, that’s for sure. Wanna take the tour?”
“No. I’d much prefer you explain why you’ve dragged me here...to wherever here is.”
“You remember when we met? How I tried to get you to come to my cabin for the weekend?”
“God yes. The debaucherous look you had in the eyes. The way you licked your lips. It was so very creepy.”
“Creepy? Really?”
“You won me over, do not tear up.”
“I did. Took some time. But I accomplished what I set out to do.”
“Yes you did. Which is...wait. Is this the cabin?”
“Yes. Yes it is.”
“Tell me it’s been cleaned. Thoroughly. Twice.”
“Many times. In fact, the last time I was here, was the last time I lived in a world that didn’t have you in it.”
“Lies.”
“No. Truth. I met you, and when you turned me down, I stopped coming here. Now you know I didn’t stop having sex.”
“I’m aware of your hobbies, ‘avi.”
“But I stopped coming here. Pun intended.” a smile etched across his face easily, and he placed his hands behind his back and cupped his left wrist in his right hand. “You see, when I saw the disgust in your eyes, the absolute disgust, I mean..jesus..” He shivered for effect. “It made me realize something. This was the type of place that a man of yours would never have. Maybe all it would take..”
“And yet you still own it!”
“You know how much rent a place like this brings in? I tell the story about how I fucked who I fucked and where and this place gets rented for the year. Or it did. Because as of tomorrow, I’m selling it.”
“Why sell it now?”
“Because I want you to marry me.”
“I am already married to you, idiot.”
“No. Again. This time, in front of people. My side may be a little empty, but I can manage.” Xavier dropped to his knee, and in his hand appeared a very large black box, which once opened, revealed a very large diamond ring. “Le’...My maiden, will you marry me all over again?”
“I am still not taking your name.”
“Fuck my name. Take everything else.”
“...I will think about it.”
“I’ll do my best to win you over.”
“Again?”
“...and again..and again…”
The night becomes the morning and Xavier sits up. Shirtless, pantsless and clueless as to where his current wife, and his future wife, both the same woman, may have gone off to. He stood up and for the last time ever made his way through the small but modest cabin. He looked at counter tops and floor spaces where he had entered women of both fame and anonymity with more than intent. He ran his hand along the wall that a certain pop princess almost sucked the life out of him while he rested against it. He stepped into the bathroom that he’s pissed in, and on, after many nights of rabbid rabbit style fucking. As the sound of his piss hitting the water drops to the background, his voice rises to the foreground.
“What we often consider to be our ticket up, is in many ways, our contract with where we currently are. Case in point. Scotty ‘not to be confused with Brian’ Adams. A cold called opening match, showing up in bicycle shorts ham and egger if I ever fucking saw one. Your name alone leaves me disinterested. Your talent of lack there of damn near puts me to sleep.”
“Gonna have to call you Zquil.”
“I have no need to make this harder than it has to be. Quite frankly, the hardest part about all this is that you’re even allowed to buy tickets to OPW, let alone compete here. I hate the idea that I am even going to be associated with you. Hate is a strong word, Scotty and that’s exactly why I used it. Because for the most part, since I’ve decided to play things a different way than most with my talent, last name, or penis size might. I have been relegated to this tier of folks like you, and those either much better or the same kind of worse. It’s a punishment I’ve brought on myself. And it’s a punishment I’m going to take out on you.”
“Not because I have to, Or because I want to, but because It’s what I do.”
“I stand across from a man, or this case, a mouse, and I oppose them. Mind and boy. Usually that person is somewhat more substantial than you. Usually it’s someone I actually expect to be around in a week or two. But every situation can’t be perfect. Everything has it’s flaws if you look close enough, and in this case, that flaw is you. Granted, I’ve put myself in this position, and have done so on purpose. I could be the world champion right now. I could be the one you’re all gunning for, But the fact is: I already am, with or without the belt. I’m the guy everyone here wants a shot at, admit or not. So I don’t need an accessory to obtain that sort of attention. Besides…”
“I’d rather hold the Champ, than the championship.”
“To have the belt, that’s fine. But to take the person who has it, and control them, to make them do your bidding...That’s not an accolade. That’s raw fucking power. And while Ani has been told by many men to do many things. No one in this business has ever had as much power over her, as I do today. That power, will be utilized against you. In ways you can’t even imagine. Not because you lack imagination. You obviously live in a world created by it. Because you lack the foresight to see just how far I’ll go, to prove I am who I say I am, and to prove you are who you fear you are.
“And that’s my honor.”
“By design, I was birthed to fuck with the established order of things. You need proof? Look at my family. A bunch of hardons who are hard up when it comes to a sense of humor and/or style. Not one of them can equal to my charisma, nor my talent. They are brutes who only know how to be brutal. I am brutal, but also so much more. See I’m not just the guy who’s gonna come in here and fuck you up once or thrice. I’m the fucking credit check that doesn’t come out in your favor, sp you ain’t getting that loan. I’m the marker that they run across your counterfeit ass, and shows that not only are you a fake, but you’re as worthless as a piece of scrap paper.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll autograph ya, and make you worth something.”
“But only for a moment. A small piece of time, plucked from the boring, and lackluster and otherwise pointless existence you’ve lived up until now. A moment for you to frame, and display and polish carefully and lovingly every day of your life. A moment you could never have without me..A moment you will only have because of me. That moment is now. That moment is fleeting. And that moment, is just one moment away.”
“Be with you in a moment.”
Xavier finally finishes pissing, and flushes the toilet. As he steps away, he walks off camera, and we zoom in on the toilet. Water explodes upwards as a person pulls themselves up, not out of the toilet, but out of a pool that we have faded into quickly. Standing at the edge of the pool, with water dripping down his legs, is Kal X Wolf. His hair in a soaking wet bun on the top of his head, he shakes the pool water from his beard, and walks over to his wife, who is laying topless on a chair.
“You know what I think?”
“There’s a saying in italy..”
“Ok, ok. Just let me say it. I think we all underestimated Xavier.”
“Oh? How so?”
“Well, Vin thought he could kick him out and it would break him..far as I can tell he’s stronger than ever. Johnny thought he could destroy him, and he only proved how badly he needed him. Ani thought she could bring him back, but instead she got pulled away. Xavier fucking Marke has been one step ahead of everyone in this family for awhile. If I wasn’t so angry, I might be proud.”
“What he did to Vincent was uncalled for.”
“You lock me out and see what I hit you with.”
“You can try, geezer.”
“Vin kicked him out of the family. Over what? Over…”
“Kalvin?”
“....I gotta do something. Put your tits away.”
“My tits are fine just where they are, thank you, bastardo.”
Kal kisses his wife on the forehead, and throws a towel over his shoulder. His walk is that of a man on fire. A walk his wife has seen him make many times. And the destination, wherever, and whoever it is, should be very glad he’s walking slowly.
We rejoin Kal as he enters his kitchen, and runs into his gardener, Antonio. The two men exchange greetings and as Antonio exits, Kal calls after him.
“Antonio, the plants by the pool could use a looking to, Please.”
“First and foremost, big guy.” Antonio smiles at Kal, thankful that he was offered to remain on as his gardner once they moved from Jersey. He had grown to be more than just a worker, and saw these people as his family. They had attended his daughters graduation from Med School, an endeavor they had made entirely possible through his job. These were good people. And it made him happy. Kal was smiling because any second his wife was going to be seen topless by several men with trimmers and it made him giddy in anticipation.
He grabbed his phone from the docking station and coded it open. With a few swipes he was dialing, and a female voice answered.
“Why? Why?” the voice said, tired and frustrated.
“Bats, You in town?”
“....Mulaney?”
“NOT NEW IN TOWN, asshole. ARE. YOU. HOME?”
“It’s early dude! I’ll be over in a bit.”
“Hurry up.” Suddenly he could hear the sound of footsteps moving fast and apologies being delivered in spanish, with cursing being delivered in Italian. “Second thought I’ll come to you.”
As Kal leaves the kitchen in a flash, we slowly pan in on two other phones present. One lights up with an incoming call for ‘Vin” and the other lights up with a call from “X”. Both have the same ring tone, “I can’t be the only one” by Killswitch Engage. It plays loudly and in stereo as It guides us back into the shadows of the darkness from which we came.
“Drink?” He asked with a smile.
“Please, Put that bottom shelf shit back. I’ll take a real drink, thank you.”
He doesn’t respond about how impressed he is, or how surprised he is. He is neither. To be either, he would’ve had to believe she was foolish enough to not know how he works. He reached under the counter and pulled out a bottle of Glenfiddich 73.Pouring two equal sized glasses, he handed his maden one, and raised his own.
“To the future.” he says, clinking his glass against hers.
“That.” she responds, downing her beverage. “Wonderful. I’d forgotten how much I’d enjoyed this.”
“They don’t make a better 30 year, that’s for sure. Wanna take the tour?”
“No. I’d much prefer you explain why you’ve dragged me here...to wherever here is.”
“You remember when we met? How I tried to get you to come to my cabin for the weekend?”
“God yes. The debaucherous look you had in the eyes. The way you licked your lips. It was so very creepy.”
“Creepy? Really?”
“You won me over, do not tear up.”
“I did. Took some time. But I accomplished what I set out to do.”
“Yes you did. Which is...wait. Is this the cabin?”
“Yes. Yes it is.”
“Tell me it’s been cleaned. Thoroughly. Twice.”
“Many times. In fact, the last time I was here, was the last time I lived in a world that didn’t have you in it.”
“Lies.”
“No. Truth. I met you, and when you turned me down, I stopped coming here. Now you know I didn’t stop having sex.”
“I’m aware of your hobbies, ‘avi.”
“But I stopped coming here. Pun intended.” a smile etched across his face easily, and he placed his hands behind his back and cupped his left wrist in his right hand. “You see, when I saw the disgust in your eyes, the absolute disgust, I mean..jesus..” He shivered for effect. “It made me realize something. This was the type of place that a man of yours would never have. Maybe all it would take..”
“And yet you still own it!”
“You know how much rent a place like this brings in? I tell the story about how I fucked who I fucked and where and this place gets rented for the year. Or it did. Because as of tomorrow, I’m selling it.”
“Why sell it now?”
“Because I want you to marry me.”
“I am already married to you, idiot.”
“No. Again. This time, in front of people. My side may be a little empty, but I can manage.” Xavier dropped to his knee, and in his hand appeared a very large black box, which once opened, revealed a very large diamond ring. “Le’...My maiden, will you marry me all over again?”
“I am still not taking your name.”
“Fuck my name. Take everything else.”
“...I will think about it.”
“I’ll do my best to win you over.”
“Again?”
“...and again..and again…”
The night becomes the morning and Xavier sits up. Shirtless, pantsless and clueless as to where his current wife, and his future wife, both the same woman, may have gone off to. He stood up and for the last time ever made his way through the small but modest cabin. He looked at counter tops and floor spaces where he had entered women of both fame and anonymity with more than intent. He ran his hand along the wall that a certain pop princess almost sucked the life out of him while he rested against it. He stepped into the bathroom that he’s pissed in, and on, after many nights of rabbid rabbit style fucking. As the sound of his piss hitting the water drops to the background, his voice rises to the foreground.
“What we often consider to be our ticket up, is in many ways, our contract with where we currently are. Case in point. Scotty ‘not to be confused with Brian’ Adams. A cold called opening match, showing up in bicycle shorts ham and egger if I ever fucking saw one. Your name alone leaves me disinterested. Your talent of lack there of damn near puts me to sleep.”
“Gonna have to call you Zquil.”
“I have no need to make this harder than it has to be. Quite frankly, the hardest part about all this is that you’re even allowed to buy tickets to OPW, let alone compete here. I hate the idea that I am even going to be associated with you. Hate is a strong word, Scotty and that’s exactly why I used it. Because for the most part, since I’ve decided to play things a different way than most with my talent, last name, or penis size might. I have been relegated to this tier of folks like you, and those either much better or the same kind of worse. It’s a punishment I’ve brought on myself. And it’s a punishment I’m going to take out on you.”
“Not because I have to, Or because I want to, but because It’s what I do.”
“I stand across from a man, or this case, a mouse, and I oppose them. Mind and boy. Usually that person is somewhat more substantial than you. Usually it’s someone I actually expect to be around in a week or two. But every situation can’t be perfect. Everything has it’s flaws if you look close enough, and in this case, that flaw is you. Granted, I’ve put myself in this position, and have done so on purpose. I could be the world champion right now. I could be the one you’re all gunning for, But the fact is: I already am, with or without the belt. I’m the guy everyone here wants a shot at, admit or not. So I don’t need an accessory to obtain that sort of attention. Besides…”
“I’d rather hold the Champ, than the championship.”
“To have the belt, that’s fine. But to take the person who has it, and control them, to make them do your bidding...That’s not an accolade. That’s raw fucking power. And while Ani has been told by many men to do many things. No one in this business has ever had as much power over her, as I do today. That power, will be utilized against you. In ways you can’t even imagine. Not because you lack imagination. You obviously live in a world created by it. Because you lack the foresight to see just how far I’ll go, to prove I am who I say I am, and to prove you are who you fear you are.
“And that’s my honor.”
“By design, I was birthed to fuck with the established order of things. You need proof? Look at my family. A bunch of hardons who are hard up when it comes to a sense of humor and/or style. Not one of them can equal to my charisma, nor my talent. They are brutes who only know how to be brutal. I am brutal, but also so much more. See I’m not just the guy who’s gonna come in here and fuck you up once or thrice. I’m the fucking credit check that doesn’t come out in your favor, sp you ain’t getting that loan. I’m the marker that they run across your counterfeit ass, and shows that not only are you a fake, but you’re as worthless as a piece of scrap paper.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll autograph ya, and make you worth something.”
“But only for a moment. A small piece of time, plucked from the boring, and lackluster and otherwise pointless existence you’ve lived up until now. A moment for you to frame, and display and polish carefully and lovingly every day of your life. A moment you could never have without me..A moment you will only have because of me. That moment is now. That moment is fleeting. And that moment, is just one moment away.”
“Be with you in a moment.”
Xavier finally finishes pissing, and flushes the toilet. As he steps away, he walks off camera, and we zoom in on the toilet. Water explodes upwards as a person pulls themselves up, not out of the toilet, but out of a pool that we have faded into quickly. Standing at the edge of the pool, with water dripping down his legs, is Kal X Wolf. His hair in a soaking wet bun on the top of his head, he shakes the pool water from his beard, and walks over to his wife, who is laying topless on a chair.
“You know what I think?”
“There’s a saying in italy..”
“Ok, ok. Just let me say it. I think we all underestimated Xavier.”
“Oh? How so?”
“Well, Vin thought he could kick him out and it would break him..far as I can tell he’s stronger than ever. Johnny thought he could destroy him, and he only proved how badly he needed him. Ani thought she could bring him back, but instead she got pulled away. Xavier fucking Marke has been one step ahead of everyone in this family for awhile. If I wasn’t so angry, I might be proud.”
“What he did to Vincent was uncalled for.”
“You lock me out and see what I hit you with.”
“You can try, geezer.”
“Vin kicked him out of the family. Over what? Over…”
“Kalvin?”
“....I gotta do something. Put your tits away.”
“My tits are fine just where they are, thank you, bastardo.”
Kal kisses his wife on the forehead, and throws a towel over his shoulder. His walk is that of a man on fire. A walk his wife has seen him make many times. And the destination, wherever, and whoever it is, should be very glad he’s walking slowly.
We rejoin Kal as he enters his kitchen, and runs into his gardener, Antonio. The two men exchange greetings and as Antonio exits, Kal calls after him.
“Antonio, the plants by the pool could use a looking to, Please.”
“First and foremost, big guy.” Antonio smiles at Kal, thankful that he was offered to remain on as his gardner once they moved from Jersey. He had grown to be more than just a worker, and saw these people as his family. They had attended his daughters graduation from Med School, an endeavor they had made entirely possible through his job. These were good people. And it made him happy. Kal was smiling because any second his wife was going to be seen topless by several men with trimmers and it made him giddy in anticipation.
He grabbed his phone from the docking station and coded it open. With a few swipes he was dialing, and a female voice answered.
“Why? Why?” the voice said, tired and frustrated.
“Bats, You in town?”
“....Mulaney?”
“NOT NEW IN TOWN, asshole. ARE. YOU. HOME?”
“It’s early dude! I’ll be over in a bit.”
“Hurry up.” Suddenly he could hear the sound of footsteps moving fast and apologies being delivered in spanish, with cursing being delivered in Italian. “Second thought I’ll come to you.”
As Kal leaves the kitchen in a flash, we slowly pan in on two other phones present. One lights up with an incoming call for ‘Vin” and the other lights up with a call from “X”. Both have the same ring tone, “I can’t be the only one” by Killswitch Engage. It plays loudly and in stereo as It guides us back into the shadows of the darkness from which we came.