Post by Roger Payton Jr on Sept 1, 2019 19:43:02 GMT -5
I.
WOMAN waits outside the club, arm on the cold brick wall, head resting on the arm. Intoxicated eyes try to focus. They do as MAN exits the club. MAN approaches WOMAN. WOMAN steadies herself on his chest.
WOMAN: Where to then big man?
MAN: It depends what you’re wanting I guess.
WOMAN: What do you think I want?
WOMAN traces her index finger from his nape down to his chest.
WOMAN: What more could I want from you?
MAN: This is not a dance I like.
WOMAN: No? You could have fooled me.
MAN pushes WOMAN against the wall. WOMAN grins.
MAN: Don’t test me.
WOMAN: What if that’s what I want to do?
WOMAN whispers into his ear and clamps down on his lobe.
WOMAN: What if that’s all I want to do?
MAN: Then I would be disappointed.
WOMAN: Disappointed? No. That’s what you made me.
MAN pushes WOMAN harder this time. MAN looms over her, his size eclipsing the temperate orange of the early morning street light.
MAN: I know what you’re trying to do.
WOMAN’s eyes are ablaze with joy.
WOMAN: What’s that?
MAN: Don’t play coy. You get five Pina Colada's down you and now you’re a giggling school girl. Stop it. I don’t like it.
WOMAN: You like being in control.
MAN: I-
WOMAN: You like to be in control. You want me to be meek and be on my knees looking up at you fluttering my eyelashes and whispering ‘I’m ready for you Daddy. Please Daddy…’
WOMAN giggles. MAN clenches a fist, WOMAN notices, MAN releases his anger.
WOMAN: Oh! That’s where we are is it?
WOMAN steps closer, they lock eyes.
WOMAN: Do it. You scared confused little boy.
MAN breaks eye contact.
WOMAN: No.
WOMAN corrects his gaze with a finger across his jaw.
WOMAN: Don’t be what society wants from you. Don’t be what your parents have told you that you are. Don’t be what that coach of yours or your cunt of a sister says…
WOMAN feels MAN’s hand constrict around her throat.
WOMAN:...good.
WOMAN gasps for breath and a trickle of blood escapes from between MAN’s knuckles.
WOMAN: Now...Devour me, Colossus.
II.
The sex was intense and animalistic. MAN threw WOMAN on top of the hotel mini-bar, hundreds of dollars worth of Cognac was lost to passion as the VSOP leaked its final drops across the well worn burgundy carpet. He penetrated, she gasped and raked her new manicure down his muscular back. Toes curl, legs spasm and MAN finishes for the third time tonight. MAN slides out as his seed leaks down WOMAN’S thighs. MAN sinks into the hotel bed, spent and sated; woman follows, collapsing onto his chest. WOMAN entwines her legs with his.
MAN: Fuck.
WOMAN: ...fuck.
They meet each others eyes and both break out in laughter.
MAN: I’m sorry.
WOMAN: What for?
MAN: Being...I dunno, full on, I-
WOMAN: I loved it.
MAN: No but I-
WOMAN places her index finger across his lips.
WOMAN: I loved it.
MAN: You sure?
WOMAN: I’m sure. I would have told you if I didn’t.
MAN: Yeah?
WOMAN: Are you fucking stupid? Yes. Look, I don’t know what planet you are living on but you and me, here, doing this...this means a lot.
MAN: I dunno, I thought-
WOMAN: I don’t care what you thought. I care what you think.
WOMAN regrets using the phrase ‘I care’
MAN: Okay. I dunno.
WOMAN: You dunno? Fuckin’ Oscar Wilde over here.
MAN: Look, you’re something different girl. You’re...I dunno…
WOMAN: I dunno again.
MAN: Like a fucking pain.
WOMAN: Okay, that’s better, more of that.
MAN: Like a fucking pain I can’t rid of because I don’t understand why it hurts me.
WOMAN: Don’t act so weak, you understand.
A smile grows across her face as she scooches up the bed to lay on the pillow next to him.
MAN: Because I don’t get you.
WOMAN smiles and motions to continue.
MAN: Because I don’t understand you. Because…
MAN looks into her beckoning eyes.
MAN: ...because I can’t control you. Because I can’t dominate you. Because I can’t beat you.
WOMAN smiles.
WOMAN: I would love these things. I would love all of these things. I can tell you where you’re going wrong if you want. You might not like what I have to say though.
MAN: Oh please, tell. Savage me, destroy me, kill me again champion.
WOMAN: Stop with the fucking woe is me attitude.
MAN’s smirk disappears.
WOMAN: You lost, so what? Just like you told me: Move on. That’s your job now. You should be in World Title contention right now. You should be walking into the Chamber match a newly ascended challenger and out as the future dominant champion. You’re not though, why? Because you don’t have the...fire. You’re barely involved in shows, you put together barely any press material and then in the ring you fight of late like a fucking eunuch. Dracarys Varys.
MAN: You don’t have a fucking clue what you’re talking about.
WOMAN: Sure I do. You’re swearing at me now. That’s the problem we have here. You’re fighting two battles right now. You’re fighting the first battle against your next opponent, not giving a fuck about their lives or thoughts or circumstances. They are of no concern to you, just another name to add to your record. Fair enough. That’s not the problem though. The most important battle is the one you’ve been losing from the start.
You against You. You play too nice, you look at the cameras with your pearlescent smile Mister Vanilla and I think ‘bullshit’ - it’s why you lost. It’s why you will always lose. I have you alone and nothing is the same, I want the eyes that ripped my flesh from my body as he wanted me gone from this world. I want the animal that has no predation in this sport. I want to see the way you looked at me earlier...I want to see that every week. I guess what I’m saying, is fuck the people. Fuck the sponsors. Fuck your family.
I want you to be you.
III.
WOMAN is draped around MAN’s shoulders, her small frame dwarfed by his muscular hulking semi-naked torso as he presses record on the camera phone.
WOMAN: He has deleted five of these so far. This one he is not deleting.
MAN: I’m not deleting it. Fine. My first match into what should be considered the ‘big time’ comes against one of the greatest athletes in the history of our sport of wrestling. Notice: I didn’t say one of the greatest wrestlers. See…
WOMAN (whispered): Don’t hold back.
MAN: ...Karlie Nash, you are a complete and utter, perpetual, perennial, persistent, nigh on permanent disappointment as a professional wrestler. You and I are a dichotomy in this sport; you are a consistent presence on shows and force yourself to be in people’s minds yet your promo work falls to the bottom of the YouTube viewed list every week. I lace my boots up, exit the curtain and wrestle then head to the back and yet every single one of my promos hits the trending list. Why is this?
This was rhetorical. Usually I’d give you options but you’d probably pick the jokey parody option given the self delusion that just exudes from your every pore. It’s because every single one of your promos gets flagged for softcore porn and you’re about one more strike away from getting the Action Wrestling account iced from social media. It’s not that they are bad artistically or because it’s like taboo or anything...it’s just...awkward to watch.
It’s like watching Game of Thrones when your parents walk in as a prostitute is getting pounded by dwarf. That’s every single time you appear on screen. I don’t know whether I’m going to watch you discussing a sleeper hold or whether you’ll be putting the same hold on a geriatric while whispering ‘pain is love’ in her ear. You are not known as a good wrestler, you are known as that weird woman who likes old women and recording what you get up to.
You’d be the absolute Queen of XHamster and Pornhub, seriously. I’m not judging. I mean dang I’d probably subscribe. You are awkward and embarrassing Karlie. To even be in the same promotion as you makes me feel...dirty. You’re the sort of weirdo there will be a scandal about in fifty years time. Oh no! The guards fell asleep! Karlie commited suicide with two bullets to the back of the head! The footage is damaged! You give off every single bad vibe I could ever have from anyone else in this federation. We have legitimate like...demons, aliens and stuff and yet you, you give me a completely different vibe. The type of vibe where people say they ‘should have noticed it’ - well Karlie I noticed it. I noticed it and I see right through you.
...but no. You’re harmless aren’t you. Would people the same if you weren’t batting .500? If you were ruling the federation with a .800 iron grip would people be as forgiving? I wonder. Mediocrity does not beget ignorance or forgiveness. In your case I’m not one bit ignorant or forgiving. You are the next step in my journey and to be honest this is a step I always wanted to take no matter what. Don’t you dare posit yourself as a real athlete - you’re a passive aggressive softcore Queen who knows exactly where her bread is buttered. You will never have a worthwhile singles title reign, you will never make your mark in the main event scene, you will never be promoted as a face of the company. I’ll tell you straight up why, you’re not that good of a wrestler, your personality is ‘has sex with older people’. You have nothing else to add, that’s the length and breadth of your creativity. You could open a Starburst with your tongue, but you sure as hell couldn’t sell any tickets.
At the end of the day Karlie, you are a perverted subversion of an attraction in this federation. People watch you out of morbid curiosity, this is the match where is violent pornography turns into a snuff tape. You and I differ in so many ways but the most single telling way is our wrestling career trajectories: I’m taking your head and dropping it at Torture’s feet.
WOMAN: Why?
MAN: This is the first step toward what’s coming next. You’ve had enough prep time. You’ve had enough warning. Dandy, Generic Wrestler B...I don’t care anymore.
I’m coming.
I’m coming.
...and what’s yours is going to be mine.
WOMAN smiles. WOMAN laughs. WOMAN kisses man on the cheek.
WOMAN: See. You are a great white.